#or the person that is like shut the fuck up when someone says cheesed to meet you
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my brother keeps being a bitch on purpose and it's really not helping
#my therapist says hes probably doing to feel better about himself and it's like. fuckin hell dude#because like. look im not saying i dont poke fun at him either right#but i like go think i dont go below the belt in terms of shit???#like i love him im not going to call him genuinely stupid or ugly or anything.#hes good at math and pretty capable. even if he incinerated mac n cheese once and we had to get a new microwave#but he keeps going up to me like (aether) whats a×b? oh how do you not know that instantly? are you stupid?#its because (extremely personal issue) LOL (deep cutting personal issue again)#and its like look ive never been good at mental math stop being a fucking jerk over me not knowing fuckin 9×7 off the top of my head#and i keep telling him to drop it and shut up but its just spurs him on more because its funny to him#and he keeps bringing up other shit like being queer or being trans specifically because he knows its upsetting and its just fucking funny#he loves to say people with weird pronouns and think there's more than two genders should kill themselves because he knows it makes me angr#with him. and he knows im fucking queer. he knows our grandmothers queer. and he still pulls this shit#and i cant say anything because when i do i get a whole lecture about how hes my flesh and blood and i should treat him like such#and im the asshole for suggesting he act like it for once#i love my brother and im proud of his achievements but i cant keep fucking doing this#and i know its my fault because hes a stupid kid and going through typical middle school boy bullshit#and seriously getting hurt by whatever a middle schooler says is downright pathetic#but it fucking hurts to hear someone you held as a baby and defended say people like you should kill themselves#and it hurts to have them fucking push a topic that upsets you for their own amusement#swearing cw#aethers rants#cw vent#personal posts and stuff idk
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Gage (Edited)
Been trying to go through my old stories and slowly re-upload them after I give them a review. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Tags/Warnings: Fag bashing, face farting, willing victim turned to unwilling, asphyxiation by farts, fart torture
Gage is a grade A prick. You pretty much learned that the moment he moved into the house. Your other roommate literally moved out because he couldn’t stand him. The only reason you’ve stayed is because the rent is cheap and the landlord isn’t complete trash. The other reason is that you have a sort of hate crush on Gage.
You understand he’s a prick and he seems like a bit of a fag basher, but dude has a rockin bod. And he has no sense of other people’s personal boundaries. One time when you had friends over, he walked out of his room completely naked to get a beer out of the fridge. Which you didn’t mind too much because you got front row seats to watch his ass jiggle. Your lesbian friends were mortified of course. Especially when he started to shake his hips to make his dick flop around. After that, you’ve all decided to do movie night at their house now to avoid any more incidents.
The other thing about Gage is that he’s a literal gas bomb. The dude is constantly gassy and it may make your dick strain against your shorts when you’re both watching TV and he lifts a leg to let out a massive fart. And look, if you’re secretly there taking quiet inhales of his stinky gas then no one needs to know.
It all comes to a head today though. You keep a journal, and you may or may not have written all your dirty fantasies about Gage in them. Looking back at it, probably not the best idea, but too late to change that now.
You’re in the kitchen making scrambled eggs when Gage comes into the kitchen. “Good morning.” You mumble to him, not fully expecting an answer. He opens the fridge and pours himself a glass of OJ as he plays on his phone. He laughs at something before walking towards the kitchen table.
“Hey fart slut, what’s for breakfast?” You freeze. Did he really just say that? He snaps his fingers a couple of times. “Yo, fag, I’m talking to you.” You slowly turn to look at him.
“Uhm, Scr-scrambled eggs?” You don’t know why it came out as a question.
“Cool, I want cheese on mine.” He doesn’t even look at you as he plays on his phone.
“Oh, uhhh, I didn’t make enough for the both of us.” You look at the pan and push it around.
“It’s fine, just give me yours.”
“What?” He locks eyes with you.
“Let me put it another way. Give me your breakfast and I don’t post your dirty fart fantasies online.” You try to stay calm but you’re freaking out. You turn back around fully and focus on finishing the eggs, throwing cheddar cheese on top right before you finish. Your hands are shaking as you plate the food and bring it over to Gage.
“Anything else?” You say nervously placing the food and a fork down in front of him.
“Tabasco.” He doesn’t look up from his phone, you just do as he says. “Sit.” He says as you go to make yourself more scrambled eggs. “I gotta say, you’re pretty nasty. I mean, to like that shit, you gotta have some serious problems.”
“Fuck off.”
“I mean, to want to get on your knees to sniff someone’s dirty ass. That’s some dog level shit.” You watch as he stuffs his mouth with eggs. “Tell me, how are you any better than a dog?”
“You’re an ass.” Your chair groans against the floor as you get up.
“Sit back down.” Gage says firmly.
“No, fuck you. I don’t have to take this.”
PFFFFFBBRRRFFFFFF
You freeze as Gage rips a five second fart. The smell hits you from where you’re standing. You can hear Gage laughing from behind you and you can’t help the shame that wafts over you. “You’re pathetic. You get one whiff of my ass funk and you can’t walk away.” You take a deep breath and calmly begin to walk to your room. “I have more where that came from, you know?” You squeeze your eyes shut, wanting to ignore him.
PFFFFFF
A high pitched fart hisses from his ass. “See? And they can be up your nose if you ask me nicely.” You’re not even looking at him and you can just see his cocky grin.
“What do you want?” You ask, knowing you’ve already lost.
“Heh, knew it.” You hear his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up. “You just need to beg.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Beg your daddy to fart up your nose.” He whispers in your ear.
“You’re an ass.”
“I know.” He turns you around and pushes you down onto your knees. “Beg doggy.” You lock eyes again, completely humiliated on the ground.
“Please, Gage, fart up my nose.” You say without enthusiasm.
PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT
“Fuck, that was a big one you just missed out on. Beg.” You sigh.
“Please daddy, please make me your fart slut.” He laughs.
“Better.” He turns around giving you the view of his brief clad ass. “Get your face in it.” You do as he says, getting a whiff of the lingering scent of the last fart. “Just remember you wanted this.”
PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF
Airy farts warm your face as your nose gets overwhelmed by the absolutely toxic smell. It’s not like anything you thought it’d be like. “Wait.” You manage to cough out. “Wait stop.” You go to pull away but he holds you firmly in place.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He hikes his leg up slightly.
PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFTTTTTT
“Oof, that one’s gonna be bad.” He wasn’t wrong. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you're forced to endure that blast of a ten second fart. It’s absolutely eggy, and your eyes are watering. “Definitely wouldn’t want to be down there. But you’re liking this right fag?” You frantically shake your head no, wanting to pull away. “Aww, I knew you’d love my ass. Here, I’ll blow you a kiss.”
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFF
Another disgusting fart burns it’s way up your nose and down to your lungs. Your face is extremely warm and you can’t think straight. You strain to pull away from the toxic fumes constantly barraging your face but Gage’s hold is too strong.
PFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFTTT
“Look, I know my brew is strong, but you’re the one who wanted this. And you begged oh so nicely for daddy to fart in your face. Who am I to get in your way of your dream?”
PFFFF PFF PFFFFFF PFFFFF
“It’s okay, I won’t judge you. Well maybe a little. Only cause you’re a fucked up a fag.”
PFFBBRRRFFFTTT
It’s getting really hard to breathe down here. The only air you’re getting is Gage’s eggy farts. You’ve begun to uncontrollable cough and gag against his dirty briefs.
“Man, imagine if I didn’t have these undies on. There’s no way you would survive that.” He laughs as he pulls his tight black briefs under his naked ass.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF
“Jesus, what did you put in those eggs? I bet you put in some extra fiber didn’t you?”
“I know I’m a gassy guy, but damn, this is way worse than normal.”
PFFFFFFFFBBBRRRRRRBRRRRR
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT
Everything is spinning around you and you’re having a hard time staying conscious.
“Is it everything you hoped for faggot?”
PFFFFF PFFFFFFFF PFFFFTTT PFFFFF
You feel yourself slump further into his musky ass, no longer able to keep yourself upright. You can hear Gage laughing as everything fades to black. A final fart hits your nose as you finally lose consciousness. “Night night fag.” Gage lets your body hit the floor before leaving you there.
When you awake again, you’re still on the kitchen floor. The smell of Gage’s ass still lingering on you.
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So...did we ever actually get a drabble with Jungkook getting to hold Kai for the first time after he's born? 🥺 the lil' boy who's made up of him and the woman he's loved for decades 🥺
I got carried away 😅
Story: Amended
Characters: Isabella & Jungkook
Length: 7,322
CW: Birthing scene with references to cutting cords and placentas and stitches, health complications at birth, stress, fluffy fluff
“There’s evidence of meconium in the amniotic fluid,” were not the first words Jungkook had expected to hear the seconds before his son’s head began to emerge from between the legs of his wife. It was surreal, what he witnessed, it had seemed like an impossible thing –like a cartoon, not something women actually went through. But Isabella was real, really going through this, really clenching her fists against her chest as she curled forward and pushed with everything in her, his tough strong girl who had agreed to go through all of this again so they could do it together. She had known what this was like. He kinda did but, he was learning in the moment, not really.
Watching Isabella go through this pain and being unable to fix it was a guilt second only to knowing the pain he had caused for her when they were younger. Well, he had sort of caused this too… but she had asked him to! Very sexily! How was he supposed to have resisted sex and getting to have a baby with her! No mortal man could resist that.
“Head is out,” the doctor called and Jungkook realized he was both present and not. They had suggested he watch. He would never be able to unsee what he was seeing now, but it was trippy –not just the baby’s head, covered in gooey gunk and some kind of white… cheese looking stuff??-- but this whole image, this whole experience.
“What does that mean, meconium?” he belatedly asked as the nurses encouraged Isabella to wait, not to push, as they quickly wiped off the baby’s face and sucked snarfy sounding stuff out of the nose and mouth. A head of hair he hadn’t expected stuck out at odd angles as the baby’s mouth opened and closed in protest, eyes firmly shut in what looked more like anger as the injustice of this introduction to the world.
Do they look like me? he wondered, feeling like the room had gone still despite the rapid actions of the doctor and nurses.
Isabella yanked him out of it, demanding, “Do you see the baby? How’s it look? Is everything ok?”
“The meconium,” he repeated, not sure someone had answered.
“Don’t worry about that right now,” one of the nurses said. “It may mean nothing, we just want to get Baby really clean to keep it out of their airway.”
“What if it’s–”
Jungkook was interrupted by the doctor calling, “Ok let’s get this baby clear–” The baby’s cry interrupted him, like it was say yeah get a fucking move on here, I’m a head sticking out of a vagina!
Jungkook grabbed Isabella’s hand, wanting to be helpful and involved somehow but feeling absolutely unnecessarily. For most of labor Isabella had not wanted to be touched. It had all moved so much faster than he’d expected. It wasn’t like he could contribute much of anything as Isabella curled forward, face sweaty and red and everything in her clenched as she expelled a tiny human from her body.
“Fuck you’re so hot,” he rushed –not quite what he’d meant to say, but absolute admiration for her loosened the words.
“The fuck?” she laughed. “Doctor this man is harassing me.” Her breath was panted, her words a cheat as she stole a break
Maybe those were the first words their child heard from their mother, if the baby could hear anything over the crying.
“One more push, one more push, you’re almost done!” the nurses chanted and Jungkook saw with amazement that a baby from the hips up had now emerged. He couldn’t process that it was real, that this was really happening, that Isabella had not just grown a big belly and that there really had been a tiny person in there all along. Their tiny person.
“I love you,” he said to her, to the baby, to both of them. “You’re so cool, Isabella.” He had the sudden need to rush out as many good things as he could, so the baby would be born surrounded by words of love and kindness. He assumed Isabella had showered Ezra and Lily with love at their births but he knew their “fathers” had not, not the way he did now for them, not the way he would for this baby.
He had wanted so badly for everything with this baby to be different and now he had contributed basically nothing to Isabella’s labor. She hadn’t wanted the massages or the kisses, she hadn’t found it amusing that he’d driven her to the hospital in his cop car with the siren on, and it had all moved too quickly for him to walk her up or down the hall with their arms linked and his words of devotion carrying her through her contractions.
They’d arrived at the hospital approximately eighteen minutes ago and here she was pushing out the baby.
This wasn’t what he’d planned. He wanted to be better than Landon and Stig.
“I love you, baby, you’re amazing,” he said. Isabella grabbed his hand and squeezed it this time with her push –a short one, replaced with a stunned, open face and a gasp. OUt of the corner of his eye, Jungkook saw the baby suddenly slide down, followed by a rush of fluid and the cheers of the medical staff.
“It’s out!” Isabella cried.
“He’s been screaming, didn’t you hear him Mama?” one of the nurses joked.
“Dad, are you going to cut the cord?”
“A boy,” Jungkook cried over his son’s cries, hands itching to grab him and comfort him. He glanced at Isabella to see if that was ok, that they’d had a boy. She had insisted so many times she didn’t care either way but… but a son, a boy might be like him… would Ezra be ok with a brother…?
Isabella was reaching forward, eyes glassy as she called, “Give him here.”
“One second mama, we want to make sure we got his mouth cleared–”
“Does it look like he aspirated–”
“I see some in the mouth but–”
“Dad, you cutting this cord?” the doctor called, stretching an intestinal-looking thing as a nurse held out a pair of scissors. Jungkook took them in a stupor. He didn’t really want to do this thing, it felt wrong to cut a body party, a piece of Isabella and their baby, but in the moment he was too overwhelmed to remember he’d meant to say no. He’d never forget the way the cutting felt in his hand and quickly thrust the scissors back, attention turning towards the baby who was now being dried and looked over, a stethoscope pressed to his chest as his little legs kicked and his hands reaching for a parent who was already failing him.
Jungkook didn’t realize he’d put his hand on Isabella’s head until she grabbed his wrist, her other arm hanging in the air as she called, “What’s wrong? What’s going on? Jungkook, I can’t see–”
“They’re looking at him and listening to his chest,” Jungkook said. Isabella’s panic made his rise. Was something really wrong?
“Hey, what’s going on?” he demanded, leaving her side and striding over to the rotisserie-chicken-heating looking thing the baby was on now. He didn’t know the doctor who had suddenly appeared from nowhere in all the chaos.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Gardner,” she said, “I’m the pediatric specialist here.” She held her finger up and listened again to the baby’s chest, though he’d stopped screaming. It was more of a gentle, plaintive cry now, as if he was giving up on life–
Or comforted by Jungkook’s sudden near voice.
Jungkook shifted the active part of his brain away from the doctor and to the baby –his baby– who needed him.
“Hey, hey little guy,” he cooed, leaning down and reaching right out to stroke a little chubby cheek. He got goosebumps, saying that to his son, to a real baby that was his. The baby’s head turned, wobbly, as if trying to press against his finger. “It’s ok. It’s ok you’re just born now, and your mama is waiting to hold you close.”
The pediatric doctor was rattling things off –a weight, a height, an APGAR score.
“I hear a slight crackle,” she told the nurse writing things down. “Breathing is slightly elevated but hard to say whether that’ll linger. Let’s check his vocal cords…”
“Excuse me, Dad. You can hold his hand but I need his head,” a nurse said, nudging him out of the way to first slide on a tiny yellow hat and then hold the infant’s head steady. Jungkook felt a jolt of alarm as the doctor suddenly slid a massive camera light clamp tool thing into the tiny little mouth. The baby didn’t seem more upset by this than he already was, didn’t even flail about it, though a nurse held his legs still anyway.
“Wait, what’s going on? Is this really necessary?” Jungkook demanded, worried he was already failing his son. He needed to understand what they were doing before they just did things!
“Koo?” Isabella called. “Someone tell me what’s happening!”
“Hands and feet are still bluish but may be pinking up,” the nurse holding the legs said.
The doctor nodded and removed the tool –which Jungkook saw now was just a light, not even as big as his panic had made him think. The baby screamed louder and he felt a surge of anger that no one was answering their questions.
“Excuse me,” he said, not as politely as he intended, and promptly scooped his baby up right from beneath the doctors. There was so little weight to the body as Jungkook’s hands lifted, his skin warm and oddly dry-feeling but with a softness to it he couldn’t describe. Jungkook didn’t know what he had expected, but not for the this newborn to feel like such a baby. He was only minutes old, how did he feel so real?
Unphased, the doctor touched Jungkook’s arm and cooed at the baby, “Good good. I’m sorry, little sunshine, we just have to make sure you’re ok.”
The baby continued to cry. He was so small! And yet, not quite as small as Jungkook had expected. Sorah had been miniscule, and Amelia just about. This baby felt bigger than Sian and Parker and Sam had been, but maybe he just didn’t remember? Jungkook tucked the baby down into the crook of his arm, nestled against his chest, and took it all back; suddenly the baby felt tiny! Impossibly small! He felt like his arms were too big and awkward despite ample experience holding even very fresh babies. Many times! Not quite as fresh as this one.
He was moving on fumes now as he bounced and hummed and tried to believe this was real.
“It’s ok, you’re ok, shhhh, I’ve got you.”
“Jungkook? What’s going on?”
“We can go to mom,” the doctor said, touching Jungkook’s arm. She had a smile on her face which soothed Jungkook because it had to mean nothing was badly wrong, though he couldn’t quite fight off the resentment that this doctor had already upset his baby and delayed his comfort and not even answered his questions.
He turned away from the chicken-roaster and saw Isabella watching with absolute terror that seemed totally disconnected from the doctor and nurses still working between her legs. She looked completely ignorant of that, her whole attention trained on Jungkook and the baby. Everything right now was so weird.
The baby gave a full body shudder and a nurse suggested, “I’ll get a diaper.”
“Who cares about a diaper,” Jungkook snapped, offended she’d think he was afraid of whatever the baby might produce. He was just born! Jungkook was his dad, he didn’t care, let babies be naked! “A blanket? Please.” It was tacked on. Politeness wasn’t at the front of his mind right now; his baby needed things and what, they were worried about some pee or poop? If that would make him feel better, he could poop all he wanted!
Jungkook’s throat felt thick as he tucked the baby higher, pressing his jaw gently to the hatted top of head as he carried him over to his anxious eomma. It was crazy. It was unbelievable. He was holding the baby and he couldn’t even make sense of that yet because it actually didn’t feel that weird at all, of course he was holding his son, hadn’t he always been holding his son since the dawn of time? Wasn’t this all just a really nice dream?
A nurse held out a blanket but first Jungkook lowered the baby into Isabella’s waiting arms, then took the blanket himself and tucked it around the baby. Isabella’s gasped and immediately pushed the hat off and stoked the hair and chubby little face and papery-thin ears as tears spilled over.
“Oh my god, our baby. Look at him.”
Only then did Jungkook more fully appreciate that he had held his son for the first time. His real living breathing in-the-world son. The baby’s cries quieted to a single final chirp of complaint and then nothing, just peace on his mom’s chest. Jungkook decided the baby had been real a moment ago, there was this haze of unreal around everything until Isabella and the baby were together. Now it was real. Impossible, but real.
“Oh my god,” Isabella said again. “He’s got so much hair!” Jungkook laughed and reached out to stroke the baby’s face again too, leaning close on the bed beside Isabella, ignorant to the bustle around the room. That was just background noise now. All that mattered was that suddenly they had a baby and Isabella was holding their baby.
He felt complete in a way he had not known was missing. Him, Isabella, Ezra, Lily, Gidget, and now this baby to tie them all together, he felt whole. He suddenly desperately wanted everyone here so he could hold everyone at once. His heart would burst.
“Was that you?!” Isabella gasped, looking up at him. The whining noise had come from him, not the baby at all, though it sounded like a baby noise. He tried to explain himself but only a cracked non-word came out and he blinked rapidly against the tears. “Oh my god you’re going to cry,” Isabella giggled. Her face glowed with sweat and effort and joy and Jungkook wasn’t surprised at all the way their son stared adoringly up at it. What a beautiful first view.
“I’m trying not to,” Jungkook admitted and laughed as his eyes threatened to run over. He pressed his face to Isabella’s shoulder and drew a deep shaky breath. The blanket moved against his chin, a little foot cycling. “Hey, are you trying to kick me already?!” The baby was a solid warm lump under the blanket, so warm Jungkook couldn’t believe it as he patted the little butt he’d been shown so many times on the ultrasounds.
“Ok, I’m sorry to interrupt again, we want to draw some blood,” the pediatric doctor said.
“You have to take him?” Isabella asked, shifting as though trying to sit up. The doctor down south told her not to move, so Jungkook slid his arm across her, trying not to notice that there were stitches happening in a place stitches shouldn’t be. How was Isabella not pay any attention at all to that?!
“In a moment, but you keep holding him now. Often that helps a baby improve and wake up, which is what we want to see, he’s still a little sleepy. Right now we’re just going to stick his foot. I will explain while the nurse does that. We noticed meconium in the amniotic fluid right before he was born. Meconium is the baby’s first stool, it’s this blank inky stuff–”
“We have two other children, I remember it,” Isabella interrupted. The joy was gone from her face, she looked so serious at the doctor. Jungkook could read her mind. Spit it out already.
“The concern is whether the baby aspirates the meconium into his lungs. If so, it can make it difficult for him to get the oxygen he needs. The good news is, he looks really good, his color is good, he is responsive and strong. There were no signs of fetal distress during labor and you delivered quickly, but a quick delivery can be hard on a baby too. I do hear a slight crackle in his lungs,” the doctor continued. Jungkook watched the nurse grab their baby’s tiny foot with a needle and resisted the urge to push her away. The baby didn’t seem to notice or care anyway. He was just… existing against Isabella, breathing quickly like he couldn’t quite trust the air of this new world.
“That’s bad,” Isabella said. “Is that why he’s kind of breathing fast? Does he need oxygen or something?”
“It’s not good but we don’t know if it’s bad yet. We’ll run a blood gas to look for low blood acidity, low oxygen or increased carbon dioxide. The most accurate way we can look to see if he’s aspirated is with a laryngoscope, which we’re setting up now.”
“Right now?” Isabella asked with alarm. “He was just born!”
“The last thing we want is your baby not getting the oxygen he needs to do well,” the doctor explained. “If he needs to go on oxygen therapy, better we do that quickly.”
“But…” Isabella trailed off, face distressed, but she was already shifting to hand it over. “You can check quickly?”
“I don’t understand, he’s in danger?” Jungkook tried to catch up.
“We hope not but we want to make sure so we can react quickly. Your baby’s APGAR score was a 5, which means–”
“He needs help,” Isabella said. “Take him, do what he needs! But tell me what’s going on!”
Jungkook felt like he’d done the wrong thing bringing the baby over now. He didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t what he’d planned. He and Isabella were just supposed to snuggle their new baby now; he wasn’t supposed to trail after the doctor carrying his son back to the chicken oven where medical staff had set up several tools next to an incubation bed. Just the sight of that was terrifying and known. It meant something was really wrong.
Jungkook barely held himself together as the baby was braced again and the doctor slid an actual camera this time down the tiny throat. Jungkook wanted to push them all away but was frozen with the terror of it. What did it mean if the baby didn’t have enough oxygen? He didn’t understand in a real way, only that it was bad. What was happening to their baby?
“Faint staining,” the doctor said, looking at a grainy image on the small monitor that meant nothing to Jungkook. He wanted to scream at the awful image of his newborn child with a camera in its mouth. This was wrong, this was a nightmare.
“Very faint though,” she said as she withdrew the tools and set them on a tray for a nurse to carry off. “Let’s recheck APGAR.” Jungkook could only stand there as they ran through a series of questions again –about baby’s skin tone, response to thwacking on the heels, a pulse check, temperature. Jungkook felt like he’d shit himself, he was so anxious, but mindlessly called things over to Isabella before realizing she’d just delivered the placenta. Did he want to see it? No, he told the nurse; how could he care about that when they were listening to his baby’s lungs again? Also, kinda gross…
Suddenly the baby jolted and cried out.
“Ah! Sorry, little one, was that cold?” the doctor grinned and shared a smile with the nurses. She concentrated on listening and nodded, then glanced over her notes as the baby began squirming.
“What’s happening?” Isabella called again. “Someone tell me!”
“Your baby’s APGAR score is improving,” the doctor called back. “That’s good. That’s very good.” She slid her finger along his arm and palm and smiled when little fingers curled around it. “That’s better. That’s better, little one, you’re waking up.”
“Oxygen?” the nurse asked.
“Set up for the chest x ray, let’s do that since I saw the staining but… but these signs are good… come, let’s get baby back to mom for now.”
Jungkook wasn’t thrilled the doctor picked the baby up this time, after the nurses had added a diaper. Something about the diaper seemed wrong, like they were already trying to clean the baby up when he and Isabella just wanted to be with the baby, no diaper needed, just them. He trailed along as the doctor whose name he’d already forgotten returned the baby to Isabella’s chest, offering her a reassuring smile. Isabella looked terrified and Jungkook didn’t know what to do about it. He wasn’t sure his touch would be comforting since it hadn’t been for labor, so he just hovered beside her and watched.
“Good news, mom and dad, baby’s looking a little better. I do see signs of meconium staining on his cords but it’s very, very faint which hopefully means he aspirated very little. The crackle is still in his lungs. This is all very slight but something we want to monitor closely. His heart rate is picking up and his breathing is slowing down, all very good signs. We’ll redo the blood gas in a few hours as well but there’s a balance to strike between making sure he’s supported and not being too aggressive with anything that will tax his little lungs.”
“So what does that mean?” Isabella asked, bless her, because Jungkook didn’t understand a fucking thing.
“It means he is looking better by the minute despite aspirating the meconium so right now I want you to take the time you want to do skin to skin like you are, try to nurse him, just love on him. But we will want to watch him closely for the next few hours and if anything changes, put him on oxygen, so you’re going to see a lot of us until we’re sure he’s all right.”
“Should we do that right now?” Isabella asked. “I don’t want to hold off just for my sake–”
“No no, I promise I would not risk anything. Right now the best thing is for him to be surrounded by you and watched. When you sleep though, we will want to take him to the nursery for close watch, ok?”
“I’m here,” Jungkook reminded. “I can watch him while she sleeps.”
The doctor smiled and agreed, “Yes, absolutely. I will explain the things to watch. But both of you should rely on medical staff while you are here to get the rest you need to take care of him at home. We may have him stay here a couple extra days.”
“In the NICU?” Isabella asked.
“I don’t think he needs NICU as of now, we’ll just keep watching. He is seeming stronger by the minute, we just want to make sure we’re quick to react if that changes. See, he’s rooting, that’s a good sign too.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but feel like she’d tossed a bucket of stress over them. He watched the baby with more anxiety than fascination as Isabella went through the motions of stroking his face and pressing her nipple into his mouth –something that seemed old hand to her after two kids but Jungkook thought was pretty fascinating. The pediatric doctor remained to watch too, a whole party of nurses as well, but Isabella didn’t seem to mind the audience.
“Is it bad?” he asked her quietly, hoping she would know more and could give him an answer.
“I don’t know… he looks so perfect… I think if it was really bad they’d have him on oxygen so they’re just watching…” She looked nervous. Conflicted. He resented that the doctor had interfered with their joy. He felt like worry was making him miss everything.
“Ready to move her to a room?” a nurse at the door called.
Jungkook trailed after them, not sure how he was supposed to fix any of this and angry that they hadn’t had more than a minute to bask in each others presence after birth and terrified that a big hand was going to suddenly reach down and steal his son away before he even got to know him.
**
The baby had been born shortly after seven o’clock in the morning. It was weird to get messages from family members about delivering the kids to school, about work, wanting to know when they could visit and asking for pictures. Jungkook hadn’t even taken pictures during labor or immediately after the baby was born. Another failure. He tried to make up for it in the room, snapping photos of Isabella exhausted but mooning over the baby, the baby snuggled against her chest, the baby trying to nurse because Isabella said that was fine to photograph.
Eomma and Appa came by right away and couldn’t believe a whole baby had been born in such a short period of time. Soona came too, and Gina. They all fluttered around Isabella and the baby and Jungkook was glad to have something to do, taking pictures, fetching Isabella water and food, reciting the things the doctors had said even though they didn’t make sense to him. He wished he could believe everyone’s assurances that the baby would be fine, but they didn’t know.
Soona went with him for the baby’s x-ray because he insisted, needing to feel like he was doing something for his baby. His sister was a doctor, no one would refuse to answer her questions, and Soona would tell him what they were really saying. It was all so scary. It didn’t matter that the doctors were saying things were improving, there was still that crackle in his lungs, and they decided to start him on antibiotics because he was running a fever, and Jungkook worried worried worried. A newborn baby shouldn’t run even a small fever! He was glad to have his big sister there to ask the right questions.
It was several hours before family left to let Isabella rest before more family would come by later. Jungkook nodded seriously when Eomma told him to be firm if they wanted fewer visitors –that was another thing he could do. But he knew Isabella would want the kids to come by and meet their brother as soon as they were out of school. He hoped the baby would be healthy and strong enough; it wasn’t risky, right? And–
“Jungkook.” He went at her call in an instant, leaning down on the side of the bed. “You’re worried,” she so wisely detected.
“Yeah.”
“But he’s doing ok,” she said.
“Shouldn’t they put him on oxygen just to be sure?” Jungkook asked. He’d made the mistake of looking up on his phone what it meant to aspirate meconium in a quiet moment. Low oxygen at birth could cause all sorts of brain trauma. They might not even see it for months or years. He might seem fine now but then get worse later.
“Koo.”
“Hm?”
“Snuggle down with me.” She shuffled over as best she could in the bed, and he kicked his shoes off before balancing on it with her, not trusting it would hold them both until it did. The baby had fallen asleep on her chest, sound asleep, mouth open, perfectly at peace.
“What if he’s got brain damage?” Jungkook whispered, afraid the baby would hear.
“Then we do whatever he needs,” she said. “But it wasn’t much meconium. It’s light staining. His blood gas wasn’t bad.”
“But–”
“I know,” she murmured. “Everything is so scary. Everything can go wrong and they’re so little and you feel so helpless to do anything. I feel that terror too. But look at him. He’s here, and he’s strong, I can tell.”
Jungkook had to admit the baby did look healthy and peaceful. He looked less blue and more like a little plump puffy baby. He didn’t even seem to be having a hard time breathing right now; his whole chest didn’t convulse like it had off and on all morning.
“Is he breathing?” Jungkook suddenly gasped.
“He’s breathing. I can feel it. He’s just content right now,” Isabella said. “He’s good.”
“He’s good,” Jungkook repeated.
“We have a baby.”
“We have a baby,” Jungkook repeated, then added, “And I only cried a little. There wasn’t time to cry.”
“I know. That was scary but… but it’s quiet now.”
It was. It was so quiet and peaceful. Isabella was a beast and seemed to have come through labor as if it was nothing, which he did not understand.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her, realizing he hadn’t in a few minutes.
“I’m still fine, Koo,” she laughed. “Puffy and sore. They’re going to come tell me to try and pee soon and I’ll probably cry about that. I don’t want to get out of bed.”
“You should rest. You… did a lot.”
“You think?” she giggled.
He stroked her face to get her to look up so he could kiss her and finally his touch seemed welcome. He hadn’t had time to entertain the fear it would be permanent, that space she wanted, but it was gone now anyway, just a figment of labor. He could feel she was sleepy by the low energy of her kiss, warm and soft and lazy.
“It’s so different,” she murmured.
“What is?” he asked. He kissed her forehead, his hand dropping down to rest against the lump of the baby because he needed to be part of this joyful love too. Whatever happened, the baby was loved and wanted and Isabella was right, they would figure out whatever he needed if something did go wrong later on.
“This part,” she answered. “It’s so weird. When Ezra was born, I almost felt bad for Landon because I just had this instant connection with the baby, he was mine and… and I think Landon felt very left out. He didn’t know what to do.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“You’re amazing, Koo. When he was first born and the doctor had him over there and I didn’t know what was happening but you were there.”
“Doing nothing.”
“Being there. When Lily was born, you know it was just the two of us, me and her, and that felt right too. I would have liked to have a partner there but not Stig. He didn’t belong in that moment with me, meeting my daughter. She was never his. And this time… honestly, I was kind of afraid I would resent you being here.”
“Resent me like… being present at all?”
“I’ve never been someone’s wife. I’ve never had a partner the way you are. Just… people who interfere, Landon, Stig… failures as parents… I was a little afraid the baby would be born and I would just want him in my arms and everyone to go away, even you.”
Jungkook swallowed. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had similar fears but it was terrifying to hear Isabella admit them. She’d fought so hard to protect and raise her children, and he’d never done this before, he fully expected his bumbling might make her defensive.
“But seeing you hold him, it feels the same as if I’m holding him,” she said. “There’s nowhere in the world our kids are safer than with you.”
Relief flooded Jungkook’s body.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Koo. Labor sucks and I couldn’t have done this again without you.”
“You seemed to do just fine,” he mumbled, abashed by her affection.
“I know I didn’t want much touching but… but you were here. And you listened when I said something and you nearly shoved that elderly couple out of the elevator so I could get in–”
“I thought you were going to have the baby in the hall,” he chuckled. “They thought so too, everyone was jumping out of the way.”
“I almost did!”
“It went faster than I thought it would.”
“Me too. My perineum isn’t happy about it.”
“Ah, the tearing…”
“Let’s not talk about it.”
“I’ll still eat there all the same but–”
“Jungkook!”
“We’ll wait until you’re all healed up and then I’ll take care of things,” he assured her, overjoyed by her scandalized glare.
“You just watched a child emerge from my vagina. I would think that’d cool your engines for a while–”
“No way. You’re so cool, Bella.”
“Here, take him.”
“Oh do you need–”
“No, just you hold him now. I bet he won’t even wake up, he’s so out. Maybe he’s going to be a heavy sleeper like you.”
“Is that bad?” he asked.
“Having a baby who sleeps well would be the greatest blessing.” He was barely listening to her because she’d started to drag the baby towards him, the whole little burrito. At the last second Jungkook recalled all the conversation about skin to skin and yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it away.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh… they said that uh, skin to skin with dad is–”
“You’re so cute,” she grinned, and dumped the baby burrito onto his chest. He was so warm Jungkook thought he must still have a fever though the nurse’s said the fever was gone. His hands and feet were now a healthy pink that Jungkook hadn’t even known to hope for.
He adjusted the little one against his chest –who, as Isabella suspected, barely stirred. His face rubbed against Jungkook’s pec and for a second he thought the baby was rooting and would wake up, but he just relaxed and slumbered on.
“What a lucky baby to have two parents with big tits,” Isabella mused.
“I’ll scream if he goes for my nipple.”
“Count on it.”
Jungkook’s laugh trailed off. He was too mesmerized. Dark hair peeked out from beneath the cap, feathery soft over little skin rolls at the back of his neck. He wasn’t swaddled, just draped with a blanket, his little body curled up like he’d probably been inside Isabella. He was so, so new, so fresh. Jungkook knew within weeks, months, years this baby was going to turn into a little person but it was hard to believe right now. Jungkook slid his thumb into the little fist, long papery fingernails barely a scratch against his skin. He had that feeling again he’d had earlier: I am complete, my family is complete. I’ve been waiting for you and now everything is good.
“Maybe we should have let Ezra and Lily skip school so they could come sooner,” Jungkook said. “It feels wrong they haven’t met him yet.”
“They’ll meet him soon and have every day with him. Enjoy the quiet now.”
“That’s true… I just miss them…”
“What are we going to introduce him by?”
“What do you mean?”
“What should we name him, Jungkook,” she snickered, and kissed his shoulder. He kissed the side of her head, briefly again distracted by how amazing she was to have delivered a fucking baby and now just be hanging out talking to him like it was no big deal. She hadn’t even cried. He’d cried from constipated shits before and now she was asking him what they should name this baby she had made?
“We had that list of names.”
“You choose.”
“What?!”
“You pick his name,” she said again. “As long as it’s not something I hate. No Wolf.”
“But you gave birth…”
“And you’re his dad. I got to name our first two.”
Jungkook studied the little face pressed to his chest. He tried to fit a name to this person, but how? Nothing fit. He was a brand new baby, a blank slate. There was no personality yet to tag a name onto, only a little potato with a head of dark hair and a history of scaring the shit out of his parents from the first minute.
But there actually was a name on the list that had seemed familiar to him from the moment he’d written it down. Isabella had not seemed to react any particular way to it, but she hadn’t struck it out, and he’d been almost afraid to point it again in case she didn’t like it. He wasn’t sure where he’d even heard it, it had just lodged in his brain.
“Kai,” he said.
“Kai?” she repeated. “Kai Jeon?”
“It sounds cool, right?” he asked hopefully.
“It sounds like a manga character,” she said, then grinned. “The protagonist. I like it.”
“Really?”
“Ezra, Lily, and Kai. It sounds good together.”
“Yeah, I thought so too!”
“So you’ve thought about this.”
“I just liked the name… OK, and what about Ronin for the middle name? The ronin were samurais who no longer served a master or family, only themselves… kind of like wandering knights… That’s cool, right? Ah, too geeky?”
“Kai Ronin Jeon sounds cool.”
“And it’s kind of like Ezra Ryan and Lily Eleanor… and Kai Ronin… it sounds good, like you said.”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. Hi, Kai. You are going to have a way easier time learning to spell your name than I did so you’re welcome,” Jungkook murmured, patting the little cushy diapered butt. “Kai.” He felt a joy course through him. Yes, the name was right, he felt it in his heart. The baby was right. The family was right. The woman was definitely right.
He wanted to say that, to tell her how much this meant to him, to tell her that he recognized the miracle it had taken for them to be together like this and married and having a baby, and that she had done most of the work. He wanted to tell her he would never take this for granted, that she’d been willing to do it all one more time with him even though the last times had been so hard for her.
What came out was, “Hey I look pretty good for a dad of three, huh?”
“If you weren’t holding him, I would push you off the bed.”
“You look banging as a mom of three–”
“Jungkook–”
“Your tits are…” He trailed off, realizing they were definitely getting bigger. He’d know. He studied them carefully.
“Yeah, I think my milk is coming in faster this time, so he better have an appetite. I can’t believe he’s over nine pounds…”
“Yeah, is that good?”
“It’s big.”
“Is it? I don’t know baby sizes. He seems bigger than my nieces and nephews were.”
“It’s big.”
“He’s strong,” Jungkook decided.
“I think it’s mostly his head. He got your head.”
“Wha? I have a normal sized head.”
“Tell that to my fourteen stitches.”
“Is it really fourteen?!”
“I don’t know, I made that up, I wasn’t listening –he’s awake.”
Jungkook’s gaze snapped immediately down to the little face, to the little dark eyes cracking open. His brow and mouth were scrunched, making him look very grumpy to get woken up.
“Oh hey look at that scowl, he’s definitely yours, Bella–”
“I swear to god, Jungkook.”
“Ah, I think he’s doing that breathing thing again,” Jungkook frowned as the baby began to breathe with his whole chest again. “I’ll give him to you to nurse and get a nurse to check him again.”
“You think we should?” Isabella asked and Jungkook was floored by the question, by the way she looked up at him, by the trust he felt from her. She was the one who’d had babies before! But she was relying on him as the father to help make sure their baby was ok. That Kai was ok.
“Yeah. I’d rather check too much and annoy the nurses than wait too long if he needs oxygen, right? I’m sure he’s fine but I’ll get the nurse.” He felt puffed up with the responsibility of it as he gently eased Kai over to Isabella. Kai let out a cry of complaint, just a little single yowl, and Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat.
“You like me already, huh?”
“Your tits are better,” Isabella teased.
“Definitely not true, sugar butt. I’ll be back.” He said it just to get her huff of annoyance at the saccharine pet name. Good. He loved Isabella grumpy with affection. He loved her needing him and trusting him and pulling him close when it would be so easy for her to push him away in her exhaustion and fear over their baby.
He hadn’t felt like it wasn’t true, but he felt for sure now that they were in this together. Maybe that was partly where the sense of completeness came from, not just from holding Kai and feeling like his family was complete, but this bone-deep proof now that he was Isabella’s –to have, to hold, to rely on– in a way he thought he never could be.
He went off to bother the nurses again, gladly, because there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his wife and kids.
*
Isabella felt it too: that connection, that worry, that relief, that wholeness.
Kai would be all right, she believed it because she had to, and because he had his daddy to take over when Isabella couldn’t. It didn’t matter if Jungkook didn’t come into this with the parenting history she did. He was Kai’s dad, and he wouldn’t quit until he got it right, until Kai had whatever he needed –just like he had with Ezra, and Lily, and Isabella.
Kai was perfect, just as both her other children had been. She had the most wonderful children in the world, and any of her fears that blending a family would be hard vanished when she held Kai. He belonged here, and Ezra and Lily would feel it too, just like they had with Jungkook even before she did.
Jungkook came back, chatting animatedly with the nurse. He’d been up all night with her once the labor pains started, trailing her like a duckling as she paced the house, timing them because she was impatient and couldn’t remember to do it, bringing her ice water, keeping his distance when she said she needed space, jumping to her side when she needed someone to lean on.
“I think Kai needs a new diaper,” she shared as Jungkook and the nurse reached her. She peeked in the back of the diaper to confirm because these early meconium poops were odorless and easy, but she’d sensed it in the way he had just curled and relaxed. She was right. Maybe some of this baby stuff would come back to her, more easily than she had feared.
Jungkook stretched his arms out, cracking his knuckles, then beamed, “All right, let’s get diaper duty started, huh? We’re going to ease into this, right, Kai? Start me off with some non-threatening stuff, yeah?”
Jungkook’s gasps of horror at the tarry stools a moment later had Isabella suppressing the laughter, her body too sore for this kind of thing.
God, every time she didn’t think she could possibly love Jungkook anymore than she already did, she found she could.
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There are more Amended drabbles on my masterlist or read the main story here
#dad jungkook#stepdad jungkook#jungkook fic#jungkook fanfic#jeon jungkook fluff#jungkook fanart#jeon jungkook x oc#jeon jungkook fanfic#bts fluff#jk x oc#jk fanfic#amended#bts dad au
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LITG TEMPTING FATE: thoughts and concerns
not that you care but i was working and only now I have the time <3
as always i wish the narrator would just shut up
"me and jack are so honest with each other except for, you know, the times we weren't" isn't she embarrassed?
you and theo are OVER claudia, bffr
Emel is always praising me, like. "mc is so right, mc is always on the right, if mc said so then i guess it's fine". i guess I'm MOTHERING
why's sophie going through my wardrobe, we are enemies
Theo is so damn cocky I can't with him
Claudia... babe... JACK? REALLY? JACK?
not Claudia slutshaming Theo
MC CALLING JIN MY MAN I DON'T EVEN CARE IF I'M RIGHT
but ofc I was
these secrets are boring
OHHHHH FINALLY A JUICY ONE. like, breaking up with a fling through voice noteto be on love island oh boy
lmao Claudia saying "oh, it's Theo" at least she knows the boy's trash
oh noooo sophie's a cheater? who would've thought??
Uh, Homeland mentioned 🇧🇷
boring secret for us again
"Stop being so enamoured with her baggage" looool
OAKLEY IS SO UNSERIOUS.
sorry Jin this is for science, look away
JIN??????? YOU DON'T EVEN EXERCISE HOW WOULD YOU RUN A MARATHON?
Oh, that's how. Ok, then, next!
and you're telling me Oakley is supposed to be the serious guy when he keeps CRACKING ME UP
THE BOYS ARE FIGHT AYOOOOOO
Jack why don't you just fucking k- [REDACTED]
Jin is so so so sweet I love every little interaction I love every joke I love every single word I read with his name on top of it. I just love how he always say the right things I might be in love yall
ANOTHER CHALLENGE? SOMEONE PLEASE END THIS NIGHTMARE
We get it sophie you and jack had sex jesus fucking christ
oh my god, they keep coming up with drama that happened before us being there and it's always something i really couldn't care less about
"NOT CHEESE... MY NEMESIS"
Sophie has done every single mistake possible, in another life she'd be my best friend
Theo I won't drop Jin for you sorry
this challenge has been more enjoyable than the last one, I'll give them that
Jin makes me a better person because why am I now helping Jack and Sophie when I hate both of them
I can't blame them for voting me and Jin for the cringiest couple, I cringe at the dialogue all the time too
WHAT THE FUCK
EVERYTHING WAS GOING FINE THE EVIL (JACK AND SOPHIE) WAS DEFEATED AND THEN YOU DUMP MY MAN????
YOU DUMP JIN??
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! NOO
LET ME WALK OUT I WANNA WALK OUT
fusebox you're the devil but I'll give you some credit this week, you kept this season interesting for me and also put me in a tough spot since I flirted with literally 3/4 of the remaining islanders. it better not go south after this
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-walks in with half a pizza-
A concept: Mountain and Dew share a wall in the dorms, it's thinner than the others because their rooms used to be a larger sort of storage unit deal that got divided during a later renovation to create more living spaces.
Anyway, point is, they can both hear each other shuffling around, talking, etc.
Well, every so often, Mountain gets woken up by the sounds of Dew getting it on with some random sibling of sin or another ghoul, because for some reason Dew put his bed against that wall and not the stone wall between his room and Aether's.
Mountain's used to it, kind of, but, ya know, that kind of thing can get really annoying if, say, it wakes you up out of a deep sleep or whatever.
So that's exactly what happens, yeah?
Mountain wakes up to the sound of what he assumes is Dew absolutely destroying someone in the room next door, and is about to get up and, like, go over there to tell them to go somewhere else or shut up at the very least...
But then it turns out the person getting wrecked is Dew, and, suddenly, Mountain is just sitting by the wall like, "I'll... I'll just let them finish."
This also gets Mountain thinking about how many times he thought Dew was going to town on somebody, when it may have been Dew making all those pretty noises, because for some reason Mountain thought Dew was, like, exclusively a top or something based on absolutely no information whatsoever, just vibes.
But yeah.
-leaves half of pizza-
HHNNGGG LAMP.
Lamp I'm sorry I've been hoarding this one, but can you blame me? The thought of Mountain getting startled awake to the sound of Dew getting railed? Thinking Dew's railing someone else.
That those high pitched moans have to be from whoever he's fucking into the mattress. But when he gets closer to the wall, intent on banging his fist against it and telling them to be considerate--he hears it.
He hears the edge in it. Something he recognizes in the way the moans choke off. In the undertone of them. Noises he's heard in other contexts. Like when Mountain digs his fingers into a stubborn knock on Dew's shoulders. Or when Dew takes a bite of Aether's mac and cheese.
The knowledge that he knows these sounds in another context. That it's Dew getting fucked into the mattress. That it's probably been Dew the whole time? That sinks in his gut like like a stone. Flips his brain on edge. Sends electricity racing up his spine until his legs give out and he's sitting with his back to the wall. Feeling the full-bodied thumps as Dew's headboard rocks into it. Feeling each of those ragged moans deep in his chest, in his fingers, in his cock.
Mountain will never admit that he sits there and listens. That maybe he touches himself a little to take the edge off. He should bang on the wall, should at least let them know he's listening. But he thinks Dew probably does know. The walls are thin--Dew knows that.
Mountain can't shake the thought that maybe Dew wants him to hear.
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NOT SO BAD | xavier thorpe x gn!reader
"rita wouldn't be wrong though."
this was requested by anon, but i accidentally posted it by accident ( a draft) but then i took down the post to write a new one (aka this one) enjoy (also theres some mentions of death so.)
"hey freak!" before xavier could even turn around and see who it was, he got shoved down to the brick floor, he would have tasted dirt if he didn't close his mouth. he sighed, standing up to look back at the jericho goons, "you think you could storm your way here? in our own homes? you're the one who makes drawings come to life right?" they flood xavier's head with taunting questions that he didn't even get to answer.
it was the dreaded day of the festival. he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he certainly did not want to have his fun with these normies. defeated, he continues to walk away, not wanting to deal with them right now. they kept on chasing him though, until he stops next to a certain someone.
"look will you guys just shut the fuck up and leave me alone, you won't even be eating real food right now if it weren't for our principal funding your stupid charities to a town that can't even appreciate the minority." xavier spat, fed up the dudes just looked stunned, he thought he'd shut them up but it wasn't quite the case. xavier turns around to see a normie, in which was glaring dread into their souls.
"scram." that they did.
once they scrambled away, xavier only stared at the person. they look towards xavier and sighed, "sorry. the welcome comittee isn't as welcoming as it is intended." they apologized. xavier hummed, as his eyes landed on the tray of bread samples you were selling by a bakery.
"hey, can i have one? long day." he asks and they nodded in response. he takes a piece of cheese bread and began to eat.
xavier begins to wonder why he hasn't seen you, in the previous trips to jericho. "you new here?" he asked "ancestors lived here for years, i just went insane and managed to run away. and by insane i meant that an outcast friend of mine was killed." you told him, xavier sighed "did you kill that friend?"
you laughed hysterically, he then grew concerned of your behavior. "no, no, i didn't. someone killed her, no one in this town would just admit it. it's kept on the down low since then." you replied gravely. "when was this?" he questions you, you could sense his own curiosity "she didn't even make it until school starts to actually go to your school, she stayed at home mostly, it was around june when she got killed."
xavier hummed, never hearing of such a thing. it really was well hidden, if not, the normie was lying.
"your name?" xavier looked at them and forced a smile "xavier." you nodded, "y/n."
"i'm visiting her later, well by later i mean 30 minutes from now, my shift ends from there. wanna meet up there?" xavier scoffed, "typical setting to beat an outcast up, huh?" you rolled your eyes, "look mr. trust issues, i know you're on edge and shit and it's more than fine if you wouldn't come. as much as i hate to say this, you're unattracting customers." you grit your teeth, facing the groups of people staring at the both of you. xavier then walks away, contemplating whether or not would he want to meet up a normie.
he looks back, seeing customers now swarning the normie with the tray of bread, seeing you smile and attend to them made his heart go soft for a moment.
at that moment, he swerved his direction to the cemetery instead of weathervane.
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when he arrived, you were following right behind him. holding a plastic bag of chips and scented candles. "what are the chips for?" he asks you as you stomped on orange autumn leaves, on your way to your friend's grave, passing by mossy and old ones, xavier was still doubtful of his decision, the cemetery was inclosed and no one would even hear him scream for help. "rita hates flowers, she likes junk food and scented candles so i bought some." you told him as you finally slowed down to a less flithy gravestone. you set down a bag of lays chips on the stone and opened one for yourself, setting down the candles as well. xavier crossed his arms as he read the engravings:
rita lupin
born: 2006 died: 2021
it was glad to know that his possible normie friend wasn't an asshole after all. he has never been to a funeral before, let alone even visited a grave, this was his first time and he definitely didn't expect some smiles from you as you stare down at the grave.
"hey rita, this is xavier. he was going to be your classmate y'know? anyway what are you- a werewolf or.."
"i'm just telekinetic."
he did not expect a normie to be talking to a grave.
you looked at the sky, closing your eyes and smiled. "rita would find you cute." you chuckle, he raises an eyebrow, stifiling a giggle "wow, rita is nice." he mutters. you knelt down and grab a lighter from you back pocket and leaned the candles on the stone, lighting up each one "i mean rita is not wrong though" you wink at him and he rolls his eyes with a wry chuckle. now it was just plain silence, the wind brushing past them, leaves occasionally floating along with it.
"do you ever cry, whenever you... y'know, visit her?" he asked you. "who wouldn't? she's the best werewolf i met." you replied, now facing him ever since you both arrived here. "you've never visited a grave before?" you asked. he shook his head, "nope." you nod in response. "to relieve you right now, sorry for y'know whatever normies fo to you and your peers. i also actually never knew you all existed until.." you trail off. the silence grew louder, xavier raised an eyebrow.
"until?"
"until ol' rita here." you point towards her with a sigh. xavier examines you, you're glassy eyes and your longing gaze, you seemed genuine. he didn't know why would you invite an outcast like him to visit your dead friend, or why did he even agree.
xavier silently admits he was wrong about this normie. maybe they were the exception, they weren't that bad after all.
#wednesday x reader#xavier thorpe x reader#xavier thorpe x gn reader#gn reader#xu's fics#wednesday addams netflix#xavier thorpe#xavier thorpe fanfic
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Mortal kombat MK 1 roster general SFW relationship HC
Liu kang
A relationship with liu kang is a sweet one, he's the type who would never be afraid to hold your hand in public. Although before an established relationship, would get annoyed with "ooo you like them" comments from others, which yeah he likes you but also "shut up they're not my bf/gf" until he gets over himself and just goes "yeah and?"
Liu kang would give meaningful gifts, something he knows you would like but also use. But obsesses a little bit over it being your "favorite color"
If you're not "kombat ready" liu kang would at least want you to know how to defend yourself bc he knows he can't always be there to protect you (but by the elder gods he will always try anyways)
Johnny cage
Mr Hollywood himself takes absolute pride and joy in your relationship, Johnny may be a funny cocky man but he is 100% loyal to a fault and will go above and beyond for you. No price is too high for his sweetheart, the financial kind or the life risking kind. And contrary to what some might think, Johnny prefers more privacy between you two bc paparazzi is a bitch and a half, but also his love is something thats for you and nothing to prove to anyone else.
Johnny gives all the "klassic" romantic gifts, flowers, chocolates, teddy bears dressed up as scorpion. The amount of cheese this man gives off when it comes to love is astounding, but Johnny is just too charming to completely say "no" to when he's trying to woo you.
Despite the glamour and dramatic cinematic esque romance, Johnny would literally die for you no questions asked "Kombat ready" or not. But if you can kick some ass he wouldn't mind being "damsel in distress" for a moment even if it might hurt his pride a little (who knows, Johnny might find it kinda hot)
Raiden
Raiden's affection for you in private vs public is like night and day, but one thing no one can deny, you make him so much happier. He's more reserved in public but he's not going to deny you a kiss to the hand or a flirty, playful wink that's so quick you might miss it. But in private he's so much more relaxed around you, expect like, a lot of kisses and cuddling. Raiden might be a little touch starved, but even then he always asks for consent even if you already agreed to it before. He's also sassy as hell (raiden absolutely has personality and a sense of humor and just bc nrs forgot doesn't mean I did too)
Raiden is more of an "acts of service" type than a gift giver. But if he does give a gift it's either practical like clothing or maybe a little treat, or something very sentimental like a protective charm, something to give you peace of mind and to remind you he's always there for you even if not physically.
Raiden is definitely making sure you can handle yourself to some degree however capable you can be. If you are very willing to be "kombat ready" be prepared for some pretty intense training, but raiden is fair and won't push you unnecessarily anymore than you can handle
Scorpion/hanzo hasashi
Baby is so fucking protective of you its no joke, has the energy of a big looming dog if someone so much as look at you the wrong way. Very circumstantial with showing affection publicly, only comfortable when it's around people he knows wouldn't lay a finger on you. In private he is the biggest sweetheart, very very touchy and cuddly, and not afraid to show just how much he loves you and how much you mean everything to him.
Hanzo isn't much for gift giving, rather doing things for you more than anything. However he gives small but very thoughtful gifts, be it your favorite treat or a beautiful piece of jewelry that you once eyed like a week ago. He sees the little things that you like and takes note to give it to you, especially if it makes you smile, your smile gives him life.
Do i even need to tell you how devoted this man is? The man literally went through all manners of literal hell for his family before, the same applies to you. Only this time he will be better to not let rage blind him, should the worst happen. But by the elder gods whoever hurt you will pay dearly
Sub-zero/Bi-han
(Listen i know thats his noob-saibot form but i couldn't find a better gif of him)
Like hanzo, very devoted and passionate but less intense about it. It's cheesy as hell but you warm his heart, he might not like being overly affectionate with you on the account someone might "attack his soft spot" but regardless he still loves you no matter what, his actions will always say otherwise even if he's being "cold"
He's traditional with the gifts, flowers, hand written notes, and on rarer occasions he might give you a frozen treat. His letters however is where he can pour his heart out comfortably, where verbal words fail him, written poetry tells you just how soft you make him
Bi-han might be distant with you, at least to outsiders. But you know better, you know he'd do anything for you when it comes down to it. Perhaps even challenge his other loyalties if it comes to it
Sonya blade
Sonya is a bit awkward with affection, she's not the touchy feely type but she does love to sneak kisses when no one is looking or paying attention. She does love and care for you but she shows it a bit differently
Acts of service all the way, sonya would rather do something for you or with you. Not really the material type at all, but not to say she wouldn't give practical gifts like clothes or an item you would use often. However sonya would give you flowers on a very special occasion, sunflowers. Roses are usually the "klassic" but she thinks sunflowers are prettier anyways
Sonya cares so much she absolutely would die and kill for you. She'd probably also make sure you're "kombat ready" too, as much as you can as she knows she won't always be there to protect you, but by fuckin elder gods she'll try anyways
Kano
Kano is a stinky bastard, the obvious being said, it's no secret you're his soft spot. And kano makes sure to dial up the "big macho man tough guy" to 11, just to make sure no one even thinks about using you against him. Which may include kano being mean to you in public on purpose to keep up certain reputations. But in private? Like a whole new man, he's rough around the edges but he genuinely tries to be considerate. Super touchy and handsy, there's no inch of you he hasn't laid his hands on and thats not even in a raunchy way, he just likes holding you.
Kano is definitely the type to get you anything you want, but mostly gives you some nice (totally stolen black market) jewelry. You can have literally anything as long as you don't ask where kano got it (bc the answer is always something illegal probably)
Kano will never give you up without a fight and by elder gods he's gonna put up a fight because no one is gonna touch you except him. And perhaps fighting because of you he has some shred of honor. Although he wouldn't mind you defending yourself at all, hell that makes his life a lot easier
Shang tsung
Shang tsung isn't afraid to show affection, however in public it feels more like a display of "look at my pretty little toy" than something closer to a legit relationship, but that's only because shang knows better than to ever let anyone know the truth that you have his heart and soul. In private he is sensual, he's intense, passionate and all consuming. Shang is very vocal about showing his love to you in private and he will always remind you that not only your soul belongs to him, but his belongs to you. A rare gift you shouldn't take lightly.
Speaking of gifts, they are the most extravagant and expensive things. But shang pays attention, he knows exactly what you want when you want before you even know what it is that you want. Basically shang tsung's gifts are flawless and he will settle for nothing less.
Shang tsung may not seem like it to others (for obvious reasons) but he would quite literally raise hell if anything bad were to happen to you to a point he'd put his own ambitions on hold if it ment you'd be safe. Which is very significant for a man like him, consider yourself the most lucky (or unlucky depending on who you ask) person in the whole universe to ever had won his heart
Reptile/syzoth
Everyone is shocked to see syzoth take a lover, but for syzoth this is very much a big deal. Therefore he protects you fiercely, the one person to show him not only the respect he deserves, but also kindness. His race never truly had this sort of show of affection, they were lizard folk so they're detached from those sorts of bonds. However this doesn't mean syzoth can't feel love, he actually loves how warm you are. And as such will cuddle you to a point you might get annoyed bc good luck trying to get this big lizard off of you.
Food is a big gift you're gonna get, it's going to be a lot of raw meat so definitely tell him what you actually can and like to eat. Syzoth tries his best to give you things he thinks you'll like, so if you don't actually tell him what you like he'll give you shiny things and flowers (that are mostly weeds)
Syzoth absolutely defends you to the death and no one is gonna keep a limb if they dare hurt you. Although you might have to watch out bc syzoth might attack anyone else around even if they weren't involved in hurting you. You'll have to calm him down
Goro
Goro is the type to pick you up and go "look at my lover they are amazing" if the shokan prince takes a lover he's gonna show them off like a prize. But make no mistake he loves you and someone's gonna have to have some balls to disrespect you in front of goro.
Goro will make sure you have everything you ever need or want, although he's not much of the spoiling type, he might just make an exception if you bat your eyes at him and "put on your charm" so to speak. Depending on his mood goro might give you something no problem, but he might be either cheeky or moody and you'll probably have to literally fight him for that so, don't even try if you know you can't beat him in a fight.
It's a bad idea to hurt goro's beloved so rest assured that goro is gonna tear the limbs clean off whoever so much as dare threatens your life. And then proceed to beat them to death with their own limbs with one pair of arms, while holding you close with the other
#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat#x reader#xreader#mortal kombat hc#mortal kombat headcanons#liu kang#Johnny cage#scorpion mortal kombat#hanzo hasashi#sub zero mortal kombat#bi han mortal kombat#raiden mortal kombat#sonya blade#kano mortal kombat#shang tsung#reptile mortal kombat#syzoth mortal kombat#goro mortal kombat#sfw
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holiday girlfriend; semi eita
chapter three;
- not so surprise visit
in your bed laid you, heavily pregnant and extremely tired. having little to energy due to the little life-sucker that resided in your belly.
you were scrolling mindlessly on your phone, trying to find anything to keep you entertained but paused when you saw him again.
pictures of him smoking, drinking with multiple girls on his lap. each picture contained him kissing a different girl with various poses.
to say you were jealous was an understatement.
the father to your child is out partying and fucking other girls, travailing around the world smoking, vaping, drinking and probably snoring whilst you stayed on maternity leave waddling around with little to no help.
your friends were around but you could hardly call them that, you never really sought out to make friends around your area since people in (country) could be quite mean.
however, now you are definitely regretting it.
you slammed your phone down beside you, groaning into your hands before resting the beside you as well.
you found the strength to slowly lift yourself up, making your way to the fridge to grab yourself a nice snack to help you wallow in your misery.
pickles, peanut butter, cottage cheese with m&ms on top.
as you can tell, pregnancy cravings his you differently.
your phone started ringing, an unknown number presenting itself in your phone.
you decided to ignore it, assuming it was those scammers that hit you up ever so often.
however, the same number called again,
and again
and again.
annoyed, you decided that you have ti actually socialise with with random person.
“what?” you said, picking up the phone despite every fibre of your being arguing against it.
“still have that same attitude i see.” the unknown voice said, chuckling slightly.
“who the fuck are you?” you asked, you could tell that this was someone from japan from both the number and the accent, but you only know one person from there and that person would never hit you up again.
“it’s me y/n, eita.” as soon as he said that, you hung up the phone. you had no energy to deal with his bullshit and frankly wanted to live peaceful.
but he clearly had the energy as he called you again, talk about obsessed.
you rolled your eyes, knowing that if you didn’t pick up now that he would keep calling until he finally got to you. you knew how relentless and annoying he was.
“semi i don’t want to deal with you, i am 6 months pregnant, tired, alone and eating pickles with peanut butter and m&ms with a side of cottage cheese.” you said, tears brimming your eyes as you realised what your life has truly come to.
“wow, interesting combo but i don’t judge. i just wanted to talk.” semi sighed.
“well we are fucking talking now, so you can kindly leave.” you rolled your eyes.
“no like, about everything. how we ended, the baby, life, everything.” semi explained.
“well what if i don’t want to talk?” you asked sassily, semi didn’t deserve your kindness, you and him both knew that.
“that would be a shame since i’m standing right in front of your door.” semi chuckled.
you stood there in shock, how unbelievably could someone be?
“well- too bad! i moved far far away and you can never see me or your child again. goodbye, i hope you die.” you huffed.
“y/n i can hear you from out here, just let me in please.” semi pleaded.
“no! i mean, im not there so how can u let you in?” you argued.
“y/n, please. i know i don’t deserve to even be anywhere near you but just hear me out. if not for you, then for our child.” semi sighed.
y/n paused, semi did have a point. who is she to shut him out from his own child? although he was more than a dick, that dick was what caused a new life to be growing in your stomach.
she quietly ended the call and shuffled to the door, opening it to see the man in question standing outside awkwardly.
“long time no see?” semi said.
you rolled your eyes and started closing the door on him.
“wait wait! sorry, i know it was corny i just didn’t know what to say!” semi stopped to door with his foot.
you opened the door again, a small smile slowly making its way into your face before you wiped it off as quickly as it came. you could t let yourself fall back into his arms just because he seemed to care about you all of a sudden.
“come in, and no corny movie lines or you will be kicked out effective immediately” you warned.
a warm smile came onto semi’s face as nodded quickly, making his way into your house.
“god give me strength” you muttered.
“so why have you suddenly decided to care about us?” you asked, putting your hand on your belly and rubbing it protectively.
‘cute’ semi thought to himself, feeling a small pink dust find its way into his face.
“well after talking with my therapist- ok it’s not that funny” semi rolled his eyes at your silent giggles.
“i’m sorry! i just find it funny that out of the both of us, you were the one to actually get therapy.” you laughed.
“i had this therapist way before i met you, don’t worry you aren’t that special.” semi rolled his eyes.
“excuse me?” your laughter completely stopped, eyes piercing straight through his relaxed figure, challenging him directly.
“n-nothing!” semi choked out, fear swallowing him whole.
“but anyways, he helped me realise that, i had a duty as a father -regardless of how i feel- to provide and support for not only you, but my child. i’m sorry, for being a coward and running when things got serious. i have no excuse but i can definitely say that i have payed the price for leaving the both of you.” semi said, he held eye contact the whole time, letting you know how serious he was about his apology.
“i appreciate it, i’m assuming that this is leading for you wanting to be apart of your child’s life?” you raised an eyebrow.
“of course, i’ll pay for all the expense and, i want you to move to japan with me.” semi proposed which made you choke on your spit.
was he insane? you spoke the language sure but not as well as you would have liked to. you had your whole life and job here, moving to a whole new country pregnant will definitely be a hard task.
“i know what you’re thinking, but think about it. i would be able to support you better, i already have a room prepared for you and i can help you get a job post maternity. you work in promotion right? i know people that could get you a job in that sector.” semi explained.
you couldn’t lie, seeing him so dedicated to taking care of you and the child was very attractive.
‘don’t let the pregnancy hormones full you y/n!’ you said to yourself.
“i know it’s a lot, i’m still staying here for a few more days so you have time to think about it. i promise you y/n, im am more serious than ever about this.” semi took a hold of your hand, giving you those damn puppy eyes he always did when he wanted to get his way.
“i’ll take my leave now, seriously think about it.” were semi’s final words before departing.
“god i asked for strength and instead you brought in a semi eita? thank a lot”
#haikyuu#authors#black reader#haikyuu semi#haikyuu x black reader#haikyuu x you#pregnancy#semi eita#semi eita x reader#hq x reader#hq semi#semi is trying#y/n#hormones#update#it’s been a while
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now I have the mental image of Peter b hugging the reader while just staring down Jess if she's in the area. he keeps eye contact even if she walks away, and only breaks it if the reader (who is too busy being hugged to notice this) says something, because his want to provide care and comfort slightly overpowers his want to brag about how the readers definitely likes him more than anyone else
》Yes, the perfect mental image for those two. Could be read as yan or not, I didn't write it like that but you could, the hints are there. I just wanted to write they fucking hated each other.
Peter B staring down Jess while hugging Autistic!Younger!Spider
Jess wasn't your mentor, the person who scouted you, or the person who recruited you, but she was the one who recently was effectively in charge of you. Peter was already unhappy she was the person to do it, he never liked her, but seeing her start doting over you in a way that made her softer irked him. She wasn't mean all the time but that fading into the background for a reason Peter didn't even know. It could have been anyone else and he would have been fine but all he could think was, "I swear, she's the worst Spiderman." So he did his things and was quietly annoyed.
Gwen usually told him when she got back and he'd go see her. You weren't always with her but that wasn’t the reason, just a welcomed cherry on top. Getting her message changed his course.
And there you were, Jess smiling at the both of you saying how good Gwen did and a hand on each of your shoulders. He was happy for Gwen. She always wanted to be enough for Jess as her student and that was something good, Jess showing pride in her choice. That still wasn't enough to change his feelings about her every time he saw that but he would keep his mouth shut. But as far as he knew you didn't care about earning her praise, you didn’t refuse it but it wasn't what you looked for. "Look at you two, I should throw a party."
"Am I invited?" He shouted. He was a good distance away but of course you all heard him. Hearing was acute for spiders. "I want pizza, and get a cheese for [Name]."
You and Gwen were more than happy to see him. Jess didn't show she felt the same way as she always did, she was always honest but not always looking for a fight. "No."
"Really?" He gave her a smug smile. "Doesn't [Name] deserve a cheese?"
She returned a smile, sharp. "I'll get the cheese."
Gwen saw the sparks fly and just stayed still. She knew they didn't like each other, they always have and as far as she can tell always will, just didn't know why, not even they knew why. You didn't really understand. The tone was different, you knew that, but you didn't care about the conversation or why they were being weird. You knew there was no party happening so it wasn't important and you didn't want to be stuck somewhere you couldn't understand. "Do we have to debrief?" You asked.
"No. Unless you're offering to help." Jess answered, less tense now that she looked away from Peter. She was actually smiling. That didn’t last long.
Before you answered Peter called you. "Hey!" With the world's biggest smile he stopped walking up, still at the edge of the room, and simply opened his arms.
Immediately you recognized what it meant and started running with sparks in your eyes. "Sorry Jess, but I gotta go."
Three things happened; you threw your full weight on him, Jess' smile cracked into a look of murder, and Peter locked eyes with her and smiled. Gwen was holding in her laugh. It was admittedly very funny and she was only human. The best part to her was that you didn't know they were even fighting, not completely.
He rocked side to side still holding eye contact. "Peter, tighter." It should have been disrespectful to order someone around, especially an adult, but knowing you it meant you liked them enough to ask for something you wanted in plain words. So he put his arms under yours and lifted you into a hug while you wrapped yours around his shoulders.
"That better?" You gave a hum and he hummed back. "Jess, you need anything before we go?" He sounded unfazed and kept his smile polite but they knew he was gloating.
"No." She said flatly.
#atsv#peter b. parker#jess drew#gender neutral reader#autistic reader#yan?#ask and you shall receive#marvel
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(6/13) “The other night I was having dinner on the patio with someone who was in prison with me. We were sitting under these $20,000 custom Swiss-made umbrellas. We ordered something simple. But when you’re the boss, they bring you everything. All of it served in copper plates from France: Shishito Peppers, Potato Gnocchi, Summer Squash. Everything hyper-seasonal. Everything fresh from the green market. At one point my friend says: ‘Isn’t this surreal?’ And it really was. Considering five years earlier we were standing in the cafeteria line with 950 inmates, wearing boxers and jumpsuits that 9,000 other people had worn. Inmate 56134066. There’s a saying in prison: one man, one armband. Because the number on your armband is the only thing that belongs to you. There’s 2.2 million people in the American prison system, and half a million of those are locked up for drug offenses. A lot of them were in the same boat as me: victims of the mandatory minimum. Passed by Congress in 1986, it’s the reason hundreds of thousands of nonviolent people, mostly black and brown people, are rotting in prison. Rotting like the baloney and cheese sandwiches they serve for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I did believe wholeheartedly in my petition for appeal; all of us did. But a prisoner filing an appeal is like a person buying a mega millions lottery ticket. Only 1 out of 100,000 get a post-conviction break. But it’s enough for the rest of us to torture ourselves with hope. You have no choice. You can’t survive without hope. I spent all my time in the legal library, crafting those appeals. None of it mattered. Denied by the District Court. Denied by the Third Circuit. The wheels of justice turn slow, that’s what my public defender used to say. I’d been in prison for ten years by the time my petition reached the Supreme Court. They were never going to accept my case; I knew that. They take like six cases a year, but it was the only hope I had left. I spent a thousand hours on that petition. It was 50 pages long. The rejection letter arrived three months later, in a tiny envelope. It said: ‘Shut the fuck up and do your time. And that was the end of hope. After that, there was nothing.”
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Misadventures - Part 16 (Merry Fucking Christmas)
and it won't be long 'till we drop this match • when I burn to your fingertips, you can throw what's left
A/N: so, this will be the last part until 2024! I didn’t forget about part 15 (it’s still in the works and a bit rocky!) but, this is just where Christmas falls in the story sequentially, so, we’ll have to just do some jumping around here a bit!
[Masterlist] [Series Masterlist]
Misadvetures taglist: @cillmequick @emotionalcadaver @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms
Summary: Quinn has an unexpected guest.
Word Count: 4,072
Warnings: discussion of childhood trauma, discussion of intergenerational trauma, discussion of childhood sexual assault, missing persons, discussion of character death. This is NOT warm and fuzzy.
Quinn realized, as she sat looking into the yet unlit fireplace, she had never spent a Christmas alone.
She had decided that maybe coming home and being somewhere familiar, while not with family, would be a good break.
She hadn’t told Tommy she would be by herself. He had seemed surprised when she said she was going home for Christmas, and she was yet to talk to anyone but her dad, and as far as he knew she was still in New York.
A good ol’ switcheroo to give her some time to herself.
The drive in the rental car wasn’t terrible, and the weather had just started to pick up once she got settled in, taking the time to stop off and pick up ingredients for dinner even though she definitely didn’t feel like cooking.
The carrots were steaming in the pan as she pulled the bottle of non-alcoholic wine Tommy had given her from the bag, an actually quite kind gesture the more she looked at it, because it wasn’t just the fake Welch’s champagne her mom would give them on new years as kids, it was really made in a winery somewhere, and she wondered if he had had to order a whole batch of it just to get one bottle, because if he had, it would last her a lifetime.
She felt somewhat choked up at the thought, because until then, she realized she hadn’t been looking to the future too far with Tommy, trying to not overthink things, but she really liked the idea of him being it for her.
She didn’t want to go back to dating, and before he sort of fell into her lap she wasn’t looking for someone, so maybe that’s all there was to it, that she’d find the right person when it was time.
She dug through the junk drawer in search of the wine key, flipping over the salmon in the buttered pan as the potatoes browned in the oven.
Snowflakes fell outside the window, and as the breeze flung them all through the air, she caught the sight of headlights against the trees.
Her brow furrowed, pulling the curtain, to see, of all people, her mother getting out of the White Jeep Wagoneer that was parked behind the rental, and trudging towards the door, sputtering as she did so about what Quinn could only guess she was saying was the “fucking stupid weather.”
“Mom?” Quinn cracked the door, peeking her head out, as another gust of wind came through, sending her shivering.
“Oh, let me through, it’s freezing out here, Quinn.”
Quinn nodded, returning to the stove to shut off the burners.
The sound of her mom kicking the snow off of her boots sent her back to snow days as a child, all 7 of them busting back into the house for grilled cheese and soup before turning on a movie with mugs of hot chocolate.
Quinn didn’t turn around as she put the food on the plate, hesitating for a moment before realizing there was enough for both of them, that her eyes had been bigger than her stomach.
“Have you ate?”
“I left around dinner, stopped off for a coffee.”
“How’d you know I was here?” Quinn asked, pulling another plate out of the cupboard and divvying up the salmon onto the second plate, fresh carrots and potatoes piled on as well.
She sat them on the table, doubling back for utensils, before sitting herself in the chair, the bottle of wine still unopened.
“Your dad was showing Amanda how to set up Life360 on their new phones, I haven’t had the notifications on I guess, but it showed you heading through Cadillac.”
“I took everyone but dad off of mine.” Quinn took a bite, biding her time before speaking in an effort to calm herself. “Why are you here?”
Her mother sighed, giving a shake of her head, “To talk. I’m surprised I got this far, I honestly didn’t think you’d let me in,” her brows furrowed as she stilled, the way Quinn would listen as well to see if anyone was around, “Isn’t Tommy with you?”
Quinn pushed the carrots around on her plate before stabbing through one, “No. He has the kids. I told him I was coming home, but, I didn’t tell him I’d be by myself. It just felt…too soon to spend a holiday with his kids. I’ve met them, and it’s not that I don’t want to be around them, I just—“
“I get it,” she nodded, as Quinn took a bite, falling back into silence until their plates were empty and in the sink soaking in hot sudsy water.
“So, I know you didn’t drive for almost three hours to talk about the weather.” Quinn stood at the counter, popping the cork out of the bottle, before pouring herself a glass. “I’d offer you some, but it isn’t going to do anything for you.”
She saw her mother still out of the corner of her eye, before she stood slowly, crossing to pick up the bottle and examine it.
“Are you—“
“No,” she drummed her nails on the side of the glass, wishing she would have kept her mouth shut, “it just turns out alcohol and I don’t mix, so, it’s better this way.”
Patti sat the bottle down, leaning against the stove, before huffing out a sigh, “My dad…was an alcoholic.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Quinn bit back, deciding it was best to be a bit on the defensive still until she managed to feel out her mother’s true purpose for the visit, “you’ve never told us anything about him.”
“I know. Because he wasn’t nice. He wasn’t a good man, and he sure as hell wasn’t a good father.”
Quinn thought about watching Tommy and the way he interacted with the kids. By someone’s standards, she was sure, he wouldn’t be considered a good man, but, she thought he was. And a good father, too.
Quinn chewed the inside of her lip, “I have a feeling this is going to be a long story, so can we sit, please?”
Her mother nodded, and Quinn wandered to the dimly lit living room, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch, and tucked herself into the corner, watching her mother take the other end.
Quinn waited. It wasn’t often that the two of them had much time alone together, and maybe that was part of the problem. She wasn’t particularly in the mood for mending old wounds, not bothering anymore to shed tears over whether life was fair and that their relationship wasn’t good, but at the same time, she was tired of feeling constantly at odds with her family, too.
“I know, there’s things I don’t talk about, but I’ve never wanted to burden anyone with them.” Quinn felt her brow furrow, unsure of how to prepare for the incoming information, “When I was young my uncle, for a very long time, lived with us. He was paid disability from Vietnam. Aunt Amelia and I shared a room. Sometimes, since our parents both worked, he would watch us instead of the neighbor lady, and then he eventually volunteered to watch us all the time. Always home.”
Quinn’s stomach sank, the realization of the unwell feeling the words gave her, the prickle of hair raising on the back of her neck, made her dread what was coming next.
“He never…” she watched her mother sigh, averting her eyes, staring at anything but Quinn as she spoke, “it wasn’t sex, but he did things to me. To her. He never looked twice at Pat, probably because he was older, but Spencer was younger and he took advantage of him, too.”
Quinn fiddled with the gold post in her lip awkwardly; was this how Tommy felt when she unloaded everything on him? What was there really to say?
It felt different, her divulging everything to him, contextually. It was an explanation. An apology. A warning. All tied up neatly with a bow. This was, well, something else entirely.
The reasoning she had been looking for, maybe.
“When your father and I first got married, Spencer was nowhere to be found. Hadn’t heard from him in years. Then he just showed up one day. Rebecca was 5, so I would have been pregnant with Erica.”
Quinn found it funny the way her mother measured time, sometimes. Rebecca being the oldest, must have only known her to be pregnant for most of her growing up years.
“He said he needed somewhere to go. That it was temporary. He stayed with us for maybe a year, I think, Erica was small when he left. I came home one day from the doctor to your dad and Opa in the yard, with him blathering on, high on something, saying he didn’t know what he was doing and that he was sorry. He was crying because Opa had the shotgun pointed at him and–”
She shook her head, wiping at a stray tear.
“I never thought anything of it, your dad was at work and I couldn’t cart all of the girls to the appointment, so he said he’d watch them. Your dad came home to…”
Her mothers mouth pressed into a firm line, not wanting to admit the words.
“Lydia didn’t realize until way later on. She was four. Too little to really know what was happening. The first time she ever did anything with a boy she ended up punching him in the face because it came back to her.”
“That’s why she left.”
It wasn't a question. It all made sense now. At 14-years-old she hadn’t understood the tension all those years, Lydia acting out, never being home, moving out the minute she turned eighteen and, of course, changing her phone number and never looking back.
For a while, Quinn would call, hoping to at least be sent to voicemail. It didn’t take long for the number to be reassigned to someone else.
“I’m sorry, Quinn. I know, your sister will never talk to me, ever again. That’s something I have to live with and something I regret every day.” She chewed her lip, “Neither of you deserved what happened, and, as parents, we didn’t advocate hard enough for you. I was young with everything that happened to Lydia, and I should’ve pushed harder when they tried to say Spencer wasn’t competent to stand trial.”
Her mother sighed, pulling her eyes away from watching the snowfall outside of the window.
“With Gerard, we should have known better and we should have gotten ahold of Tim sooner.”
Quinn nodded, slowly, looking away.
Her whole life could be summed up by “coulda, shoulda, woulda,” if she tried hard enough.
She wanted to yell, be angry, scream, fight, punch, hit, but she was tired of giving energy to the things that didn’t, really, concern her anymore.
It was done. It was over. It was something that happened, and yes, it affected her, but she was never going to change it.
“Gerard has been missing.”
The comment itself was out of left field, while not really, for the subject they had been on.
Quinn was somewhat disgusted with the gasp she let out; despite the fact she couldn’t stand his guts it was still shocking news.
“The department put him on leave after you left, and he came up missing a few weeks ago. There was a note, apparently he doesn’t want to be found. It didn’t sound like suicide but they haven’t ruled it out either.”
Quinn’s stomach sank, a few weeks ago was, well, Tommy had been out of town for work. It seemed like they hadn’t been back for very long from her meeting Charlie and Ruby to just have him pack up and leave again, this time, without her.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t asked, but the timeframe was just too tight and she couldn’t keep rescheduling appointments just because she wanted to go with him.
Work.
She tried not to grimace, but it was something she made a mental note to ask him about when she saw him again.
There was no subtle way to ask that through a text message.
Hey, did you happen to threaten and kill my ex, because if you did, well, honestly, thanks.
Despite going against my previous wishes.
“So they haven’t seen him since, what, Thanksgiving time?”
“Yeah, just about.”
“Damn,” she sighed, “that’s honestly shitty to have happen around the holidays.”
“Oh,” Patti shook her head, realizing that she had forgotten something, getting up and rummaging through her purse, “this was at the house. Your dad brought it in, but, it had your name on it.”
Quinn puffed out her cheeks, taking the purple wrapped box gently from the shipping box it had been in.
There was a blue satchel inside, the word Shinola being the largest, with Detroit also pressed in gold below it.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, opening the drawstring and removing the blue box, hands trembling as she unwrapped the piece of paper that fell out.
Quinn, I’m the luckiest man to have found my perfect match in you. -Tommy
She felt all her limbs turn to gelatin and she hadn’t even opened the box yet. How had he planned this? The note was clearly in his handwriting, but– she tried not to overthink it too much, some things Tommy did he just did, and she was trying not to look too far into the rhyme or reason at that point.
Fuck. Don’t cry, do not cry.
She opened the magnetized lid, the gold necklace situated on a plush white pillow inside.
All the charms were 14-karat gold, strung onto a pave gold charm and situated gently in the box. A lightning bolt, a golden match with the word LUCKY engraved on the side (which she knew from the online catalog was exactly how it came) and an upright horseshoe engraved on the golden placard hanging in the midst.
She handed the box off to her mother, resolve finally breaking, as she got up in search of some tissues.
“Quinn, that's really pretty. Don’t you like it?”
“I do,” she mumbled, the words coming through trembling lips as she tried to wipe away all the tears, “no; I do, I really really do.”
She let out a sigh.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“It’s just been…” she turned on the cold tap, filling a glass with water, “tough. Things have been tough. I mean, we’re both juggling businesses, and, the kids. They’re great. They really are. But I don’t think they like me. Well, Ruby does, but Charlie is just cold. And…” she swallowed hard, the water not helping her fight back the tears, knowing she couldn’t unload everything on her mother, “Lizzie is just not easy to deal with. I feel like she’s after me and I’ve not really even ever spoken to her. Sometimes you know when someone wants to kill you with just a look.”
“Well, that’s,” her mom hugged her, and Quinn was surprised when it felt like a real one this time, “kind of the situation you’ve stepped into, my dear.”
“I know,” Quinn wailed, setting the glass down on the table as she gave in to the hug, her mother rocking her back and forth gently.
“If I would’ve known you were coming I would’ve put up the tree.” She whispered, “What were you going to do, sit here and stare at an empty room all weekend.”
“I thought about it.”
Quinn slumped. The drain of all of the information and the crying finally catching up with her at once, hitting her like a freight train.
“Why don’t we watch a Christmas movie instead.”
“Okay. Will you help me put that on, I can’t with my nails.”
Her mother nodded, “You better message him and say you got it.”
Quinn checked the time, “Wow, it’s late, but, yeah. He’s gotta put gifts out and I know he’ll feel like the worst dad in the world if he forgets.”
“Go, call him. We’ve got time.”
“Wait,” Quinn checked the clock, 11:50, how had that much time passed, “give me 10 minutes then I can say Happy Birthday, too.”
“His birthday is Christmas?”
“Yeah, go figure. But you were born on Thanksgiving that year, weren’t you?”
“Hello?” Tommy cleared his throat, feeling for the light as he realized he was being ambushed with a FaceTime call at exactly 12-midnight.
“Hi.” Quinn smiled.
“Where are you?” She watched as his eyes scanned the surroundings behind her, the bedroom at the cabin looking nothing like the one they had slept in at her parents.
“Oh,” she swallowed, “at the cabin. I had changed my mind once I had got off the plane, and came up north.”
It was a fib, but one that wouldn’t hurt.
“Love, what are you doing spending the holiday alone?” He rubbed at his eyes, trying to keep his voice as hushed as he could, and leaned against the headboard.
“I’m not. Mom’s here,”
His brows raised in surprise, “How’s that?”
“Well,” she sighed, as he finally took in her red ringed eyes, “I’ve learned some things. I think we’re gonna be okay.” She shrugged.
“Were you crying?”
“You made me cry.”
“What did I do, eh?”
“You got me a gift?! I didn’t get you anything!”
He smiled softly, shrugging, “I’ve got everything I need, love.”
“And it’s your Birthday and I'm not there,” she whispered, lip puckering.
“Nothing special about my birthday, I’ll just be a year older next time I see you.”
She chuckled, swiping at her eyes, “Don’t remind me.”
“I think you should get some sleep, Quinn.”
She hated to agree and have to hang up, but the day, and all the new information she had been give, was definitely wearing on her.
Pulling into the driveway of the farmhouse, Quinn was surprised to see more than just her Opa’s truck parked in the drive.
Behind it, was a car she didn’t recognize. A little red Toyota with an Arizona plate and two car seats strapped in the back.
She parked the black Jeep off to the side, not wanting to be in anyone’s way, and killed the engine. If someone else was here she would probably be outlasting them awhile if Quinn wanted to have any kind of serious conversation.
“Well, I better get going,” there was a sniffle, the words coming out muddled as Quinn entered the house, not quite recognizing the voice above the baby babbles and the sound of the television playing some kids show.
“Well,” her Opa’s gruff voice sounded softer as the voices got closer, the sound of the door opening and closing, Quinn’s presence, and another vehicle arriving outside going unnoticed, “you know you’re welcome anytime.”
“Yeah, I know,” Quinn held her breath as she rounded the corner and made her way as quietly as she could into the kitchen, “I just don’t get back this way that often and thought I sound come see you. I wanted the boys to at least know some of their family, ya know?”
She was surprised that Lydia still looked the same. Almost 14-years and there wasn’t much that had changed about her, other than the baby she was holding and the other child clinging to her leg. Two little boys with the same brown hair and brown eyes as their mother.
Quinn couldn’t hold back the little huff that came out as tears welled in her eyes. Out of all of them Lydia turned out the most looking like their dad.
Lydia nodded as their eyes met, ruffling the hair of the little boy attached to her leg, “Like I said, we should get going.”
She felt like a ghost as Lydia brushed past her, no acknowledgment of her presence, no introduction to the kids, nothing.
Quinn swallowed hard as the door closed, tears finally falling down her face as she doubled back, letting the door slam closed behind her.
“Lydia?”
Her sister didn’t look up, continuing to buckle the boys into their car seats.
“Lydia!”
Quinn was surprised when her sister’s face flashed with a bit of anger, closing the now running vehicle up a bit harshly before closing the distance between the two of them.
“Don’t.” Her sister shook her head, “Don’t call me that. Listen, I made my peace with this place. I got out of here, got far away, changed my name, and I’m happy now. I have a family. I—“ she rubbed the bridge of her nose, before looking Quinn in the eyes again, “If all I have to do is keep my kids far away from all of you to keep them safe, then that’s what I’ll do.”
Quinn felt her lip pucker, no different than the day that Lydia (whether she wanted to be called that or not, Quinn realized that was all she ever knew her as) left the first time. She wondered if it would have been easier to think of her as being dead all these years.
It seemed like it was what everyone else did.
“Mom told me—“
“Me being here wouldn’t have changed what happened to you, Quinn.” She glanced over her shoulder at the vehicle, “I have to go.”
She took a shuddering breath, watching the vehicle drive away.
No ‘I love you’ or ‘what’s your phone number?’ like she had hoped if she ever saw her sister again.
Quinn swallowed hard, wiping the tears from her cheeks before they started to freeze and hauled herself back into the house, kicking off her shoes, before returning to the kitchen to see a steaming mug of tea waiting for her on the table.
Quinn didn’t speak until the tea was gone, a plate of food sat in front of her.
Hashbrowns, eggs, wheat toast, and six strips of, surprisingly, store bought bacon.
She cleared her throat as her Opa filled the mug with another round of hot water, sliding in the chair across from her at the table.
She popped the egg, dunking her toast and taking a bite, before speaking.
“You ran out of bacon? Never thought I’d see that happen.”
She tried to not be sour, but maybe the new year would bring better things.
Taking a sip out of the mug, she fiddled absentmindedly with the necklace from Tommy, thankful that she at least had some positivity to return to.
“Yeah, well,” she watched her Opa’s eyes flick to the rest of the pack of bacon on the counter, the lid of the rubber made container open that he intended it to be put into, as he dug the pouch of tobacco out of his lip and set it on the edge of his plate, “hogs got sick awhile back. Think they ate something that didn’t agree with them.”
She blinked, taking in what he had said.
Lots of things seemed to be happing awhile back.
“Around thanksgiving time?” She questioned, trying to remain nonchalant as their gazes met.
“Well, now that you say that, I guess it was.”
“Hm,” Quinn huffed, stabbing into the hashbrowns, “interesting.” She cleared her throat, quickly chewing and swallowing the bite, “I should’ve told Tommy to come see the horses while he was here a few weeks ago.”
He nodded, looking back into the plate, “You coulda. Domino is still getting acclimated but someone breaking her in might not be a bad idea. Otherwise, I ain’t never seen hide nor hair of him.”
Quinn stared at him, the wrinkles and valleys in his face, as she took note of his rather purposeful double negative. He always hated when she talked that way as a kid, told her when he was young his mother woulda beat the ‘ain’t’ out of him if he talked like that.
She knew he never would have been able to help Tommy haul a body into the enclosure with the pigs, but he definitley was the one that held the keys to it, and she knew if Tommy asked him to dump the body there he’d sacrifice his bacon one million times over to do anything that helped Quinn.
Quinn decided she didn’t enjoy the fact that all the holiday left her with was more questions than answers.
She needed a fucking cigarette and it wasn’t even noon yet.
Maybe it was the last time she would come home for Christmas ever again.
This has been up my sleeve for so long I’ve been trying to be patient with myself and not blow it!
#tommy shelby#peaky blinders#peaky fucking blinders#peaky fookin blinders#quinn meyer#misadventures#tommy shelby fanfic#peaky blinders fanfic#fanfic#peaky blinder fanfic#modern day au#modern au#modern thomas shelby#modern tommy shelby#modern!tommy#modern!tommy shelby#modern Tommy Shelby X oc#tommy shelby x oc
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fourth wing thoughts (no spoilers):
while reading:
- MIRA IS HOT she reminds me of totk zelda
- xaden scares me lowk
- why is xaden so mf big. HUH?! enormous ginamanasaurus motherfucker. in my head he’s 5 foot 10 inches and sleeper bod. next question
- i know rhiannon is sexy. need more of her!
- omg chronic illness mc YES
- violet is so cool lowk like acknowledges her weaknesses ✅ improves herself ✅ isn’t annoying ✅ isn’t a bitch unless ur a bitch to her first ✅ smart as fuck ✅
- bitchass jack barlowe reminds me of nacho cheese doritos.
- dain more like DAMN why don’t u shut the hell up 🤣
- dain is so protective savior complex core like bro has no faith in her aaaahdhdh honestly i would have snapped sooner because like why is he always talking like she’s a child and needs to be saved
- xaden on the other hand is always hyping her up. which is great but occasionally he goes over the top imo . we get it ur down bad my guy
- she’s sooooo silly calling xaden out in public all the time
- so happy dain x violet romance didn’t last. he reminds me of chaol from throne of glass
- ngl thought violet was gonna be the whiny shy useless mc but the whole book up to 60% is all about her getting stronger and cooler and hotter and she’s confident and figures her shit out without complaining
- i loooove her and her sibling’s relationship. it’s so real ngl. book of brennan is so cute. brennan and mira, and mira and violet. i love them.
- violets armor from mira is so cool ik she looks hot in it. fan art better slay
- NAOLIN MENTIONED ‼️‼️
- if she says “rippling muscle” or “he’s so beautiful” one more fucking time—expand ur vocabulary girl 😩
- dain bruh stfuuuuu bro is so annoying he probs looks like this 🤓
- so many cliches but all the cool world building and shit balances it out so well like i don’t even mind that much
- yeah she’s gonna get a special dragon obvi
- i was right 🤭
- dragon descriptions make me 😁😁😁 it’s so httyd and so much detail and care put into it i love it
- dragon world building is so 💗💗
- tairn the dragon u are so cool to me
- i want a dragon
- i miss mira
- xaden is so cool. reminds me of a wolf
- TAIRN IS SO UNSERIOUS 🤣🤣 sarcastic ass dragon
- MATES LMAOOOO so sarah j maas coded
- LIAM IS SOOOO CUTE so puppy dog :) sawyer too
- oh the telepathic connections. it’s so sjm up in here
- telepathy aspect is cool tho i like how this author writes it <3
- why r the dragons getting hot and heavy 🥵 🤨
- omg kisss!
- MIRA OMYGOD I LOVE U I MISSED U SO MUCH MY WARRIOR QUEEN
- ngl around 70% it’s not as entertaining as all the deathly challenges and trials from the beginning
- omg violets power 😮 im a slut for opposite aesthetics
- oh. not a fan of the monster dick sex. uncomfy lowk. good for them though 👍
- ok politics. i don’t care that much.
- OKAY CLICHE DIALOGUE I SEE YOU it’s so weird i’m not even that bothered by it when normally i would be
- this is becoming more romance than death-defying war college stuff :/
- lovers quarrel. lovers share trauma. then lovers make up. idgaf!
- me when the romance book is romancing 😐
- basic adult romance dialogue! welcome back. how are you today
- more monster dick sex. how lovely.
- xaden’s muscles keep rippling. bro stay still!
- man what kinda sex is rebecca yarros having 🧐👁️
- omg plot
- omg TENSION! BETRAYAL! TWISTS!
- oh the climactic end-of-book battle. ngl none of these details are processing in my head. what fight?
- i know someone had to die but why that particular person. man :(
- i’m sure this battle and strategy and action scenes are so slay. i’m dissociating tho lol
- aw xaden likes her so much. simp
- CLIFFHANGER 😮
overall: i liked the first half better than the second half. first 50% was soooo addicting. i loved the world building and dragons and war college and challenges so much but i’m just not a huge romance person. like the romantic buildup is amazing but afterwards i’m just meh. of course there was the expected tropey/ cliche/ booktok moments BUT most of it was overshadowed by how great the other aspects of the writing was. i dissociated at the end and didn’t really feel attached to violet or xaden or even the dragons (this is a me problem) but i think the ending is great set up for book 2 (will probs give it a read). like u can tell where the book is going but then the author does something unique to make it a little different than other books in this genre, so idk how many surprises book 2 will have. the fact that i read this is in less than 24 hours says a lot though. i hope mira comes back :D
#fourth wing#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#violet and xaden#rebecca yarros#the empyrean#xadenviolet#tairneanach
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Like Chalk And Cheese 2 (m)
Pairing – [Yandere! Taehyung x Yandere! Reader]
Genre – [Yandere AU, Smut, Angst]
Summary – [Taehyung is turning you into something that you’re not. Or. Maybe there was always a part of you like that.]
Warnings – [crying kink, degradation (stupid, slut), on all fours, tae is on his knees a lot, mirrors, cum play, dirty talk, possessiveness, handjob, sub! taehyung + dom! reader, pain kink, hair pulling, scratching, manhandling, power dynamics, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, teasing, marking/hickeys, voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough fucking, grinding, cockriding, y/n is a full fledged yandere, appearance of Jimin and Anna, they listen in while you’re fucking tae, masochist!tae]
Word Count – [4,3k]
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⤷ Like Chalk And Cheese [Series Masterlist]
The darkness in his eyes is dangerous. Can’t mistake the glint in it for the moonlight shining through the curtains. It’s all him. His devotion to you shouldn’t make your heart flutter. His touch shouldn’t feel so good.
”You said you would do anything for me. Anything I ask- you’ll do it?” The pad of your finger glides over his moist lips. His mouth shut, listening. You can feel his breath on them as he shakily exhales. You kneeling on the soft bed as he stands next to you still a couple of heads taller. Just because he’s towering over you in height doesn’t mean he’s the one in charge.
You’re pulling the strings of a doll. His devotion will be his downfall. His world is revoling around you. Always find himself in your orbit. Many know that obsession is dangerous and the one who’s usually the object of desire pulls the shorter end. Are you?
This time he might have found his match, nothing like chalk and cheese as you previously thought or maybe- wanted for the phrase to be applied in your situation so bad. Never allow yourself to wander into uncharted territory. It’s also pointless to dwell on it now. These disturbing thoughts were already rooted in your mind but needed a little push to free your true self. The cage is broken and the animal is out.
It’s liberating to see Taehyung like this. So compliant and speechless. Leaning into your touch. Oh if his friends would see him now they surely would be disappointed in him. He doesn’t care about power as long as you stay. So foolish to give his all to someone because of his obsessive delusions. You’re the centre of his attention. The reason he lives. That’s too much power over someone.
Well. Are you a bad person for liking him get on his knees when you ask? Are you a bad person in general?
Some might say that if you have the consciousness to ask yourself this question, you’re not a bad person. Bad people don’t wonder if they are bad people, right? Is he the bad one? It would be unfair to put the blame solely on his shoulders. Those wide shoulders that are heaving with each ragged breath. He’s getting worked up reacting to your arousal with his own. Big eyes locked on its prey. Your eyes are about to devour him whole. Sweet death in his opinion. His cock is swelling in his pants throbbing and leaking until the fabric is entirely soaked. So responsive.
He’s not allowed to touch. He doesn’t. Not allowed to speak so he doesn’t. You’re so sick for enjoying this power over him. Seems like possessiveness goes both ways.
”Mine. Right?” Your hand moves from his lips to touch his cheeks. You place one finger under his chin to tilt it up connecting your gazes as you ravish each other like wild animals. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Taehyung nods his eyes collecting frustrated tears.
”Stupid little thing. You’re so much stronger but still- you’re here on your knees doing everything I say. If you take control you could just push my panties to the side and be balls deep instead of holding back. Why aren’t you?”
Oh. You’re so evil. Sexy and controlling that just makes Taehyung’s pants become tighter. You keep teasing him testing his limits waiting for the moment his patience wears thin and he snaps but he’s holding back. His self control never wavers just like his devotion to you. Intending to please no matter how hard you push his limits. No matter how many times you brush your fingers over his bulge or leave him high and dry. Fully clothed, fully erect.
You find sick satisfaction in punishing him. Up to the point where you don’t even care if you’re a bad person. You’re just you. Taehyung likes you. No, he loves you. Sick and twisted but love nonetheless.
The dinner with Jimin and Anna was unbearable. The anger kept rising and rising. He kept giving you suspicious looks while watching Taehyung interact with you. Should have minded his own business.
Taehyung’s behaviour didn’t help at all.
Toppling over his legs to cater to your every wish letting everyone know that you have him wrapped around your little finger like a pro. Similar to how Anna acts around Jimin. But reversed. Jimin’s little smirk was sinister. You don’t like him he’s another level of evil but who are you to say? You might be no better than the people around the table. Anna is crazy. Jimin is crazy. Taehyung. Well. He’s an obsessive stalker and a kidnapper. There’s nothing good you could say to save face. You’re no better either. What a pathetic bunch of people. The monsters of society.
”Why aren’t you? Answer me. Why hold back when you could just push my face down on your mattress and fuck me to the bed?” Your hand tugs his hair back provokingly. Your old self would never grip someone so harshly. This new you is terrifying. Pain spreads across his scalp at your harsh pull and his hands are balled into fists on his knees. Nothing. Just panting and black pools of darkness looking back at you you can see your reflection in his orbs. This is who you have become? You’re deadly beautiful in his eyes. Makes it hard for you to look away.
His cheeks are wet, his tears are falling freely now. The tightness of his jeans is getting unbearable. Your harsh treatment just gets more blood to flow down to his erection making him light headed.
”N-No.” Taehyung shakes his head to the best of his abilities with your hand still digging into his scalp. His silky strands are slipping through the space between your fingers.
No? You raise an eyebrow at that. You want to ask- what he wants then but don’t have to as words spill from his mouth on his own as his hips hump the air. He looks so desperate slurring over his words eyes going in and out of focus. Knees digging into the hard cold floor but he doesn’t care about the pain. It hurts so good. He can’t stop. Your fingers are igniting a fire in his soul.
”I want you to use me! Please use me. Please. Please. Please!” You’re so wet your slick gushing from your hole at the pathetic movements of his hips. Never been so turned on before with any other man.
Seems like vanilla sex was not what you’re truly into. Now that you got a taste of this you would not be able to go back to how things were. Taehyung is something else. He’s so out of it going delirious with want. You barely touched him. Fuck. You can’t do this anymore. He broke you first.
You won’t stop touching him until he can’t cum anymore. You’re going to put your mouth on him, bounce on his cock till he’s a moaning and a stripped empty headed toy. A big dick to ride. You’re going to use him like he wants you to.
”Strip. I want you on your hands and knees facing the mirror.” Taehyung’s in a haze his shaking fingers pull his belt out of the loop and you hear the metal clinking when it lands on the floor. He successfully unbuttons his jeans on the second try and pushes it down his muscular thighs until he could step out of it his shirt following the fate of his other clothes until he’s bare with only a layer of sweat coating his honey skin. His entire body trembles.
His back arches into a pretty position as he follows your instructions diligently on all fours as his eyes watch you stand directly behind him through the mirror fully clothed. You give him a low hum satisfied with his submissive position. Your eyes go to his hard length pathetically twitching in the air.
Due to his heightened senses from your endless teasing he’s highly sensitive, he moans out just from one simple touch.
You place your palm on his ribs and keep your eyes on his leaking cock. The prettiest cock you had the pleasure of feeling inside you. You have no more conflicting feelings keeping you from enjoying his dick anymore. The visual, the taste, the touch. Starting from his thickness and soft curve that ends in an angry red tip. You’re going to explore it and touch him everywhere until he could only remember your name.
”Sit.”
”Spread your legs.”
He does everything. Sitting so close to the mirror that the surface is fogged up where he releases breaths. His face is angelic. Legs spread with his cock in the middle of your focus veiny and wet from the precum that diligently drips from the tip. His eyes shine with unshed tears pretty brows furrowed and mouth agape as you push your chest to his back.
Getting hold of his chin you push his head back and press it onto your shoulder as you take your position behind him. Fingers run down his chin and neck veins feeling how his muscles are straining to keep the position.
His stomach is flat the faint lines of his abs are felt under your fingertips when you circle his waist to push your bodies taut against each other. Your digits make contact with his cockhead spreading the precum all over. With your other hand still firmly placed around his neck, you can feel the vibration of his moans each time you circle the tip the wet sounds are growing in volume with your movements speeding.
”Spit.” Taehyung groans when you remove your hand from his cock but follows directions. Collects the globes of saliva in his mouth and spits in your hand.
”You’re so filthy. Do you hear that? Your cock is so wet are you going to cum? I did not even start yet you’re already falling apart.” You move up and down his shaft agonisingly slow.
Your fingers are firmly gripping his length. Feel the throbbing veins under slick skin. He’s pulsating in your hold fighting hard against his approaching orgasm voice cracking when you dig into his slit. Taehyung’s head rolls to the side releasing a deep moan. His fingernails leave dents on your thighs holding himself up with your help as he subtly thursts into your grip.
”Wanna get off? So impatient. How rude. Not enough? My slow pace is not satisfying you you greedy slut. Fuck yourself into my fist then.” Taehyung shakes his head. No. No. No. He didn’t mean to thrust up. He wants to be good. Sore throat gets whiny when you slow down.
Couldn’t stop shaking when you cease your movements forcing his hips to move on their own. No. He’s your good boy.
Your grip is too much he can’t help himself. He does just that. Fucks his cock into your fist. His hips moving without a rhythm just purely going on instincts fucking your hand until his eyes roll to the back of his head. Going fast and hard drilling his hips into the air and into your firm grip. His hands grasp at your thighs until he rips fabric. Moans are spilling from his lips it doesn’t help to keep him quiet even if he bites down on the raw flesh. He’s vocal his sounds are freely bouncing off the walls of the bedroom.
Taehyung imagines that your hand is your tight wet heat instead. The wet sounds are coming from your pussy as it squelches around his filling length. He remembers how good it feels to be buried in you. He ruts like a dog in heat spilling all over your fingers with a yell and he cums a lot. Coating your digits and his stomach. Imagining that it’s your cunt he fills up with his seed.
Letting his spent cock go you paint his stomach and chest further with his release and wrap your fingers around his throat. His pupils are dilated blackness surrounding his iris as lust gives it a glaze but his tears already dried up. Cum soaked digits digging into his lifeline ever so lightly. Dirty. He’s so dirty letting you spread his release all over his body. Breathing heavily into the humid air that completely fogged up the mirror by now. Served its purpose.
The reflection was not for you. For him. You wanted him to watch himself while you were jerking him off. Make him see who’s in control.
Taehyung opens his mouth when you nudge his lips with two of your fingers. He rolls his tongue around each digit cleaning them from the remains of his orgasm cringing at the salty taste. He would rather taste your cum but doesn’t dare to complain. You made him drink up his cum and lick it all out of your buttered pussy enough times that he’s by now got used to his own taste.
Tilting his head into an awkward angle you press your lips to his. Parting them with no difficulty as you lick the roof of his mouth.
There’s a knock on the door that forces you to separate. You lick your lips to cut the string of saliva that connects your mouths after your intense tongue battle for dominance. In the heat of the moment, you forgot that you’re not alone in the apartment like usual. Jimin and Anna probably heard everything you did.
”Go shower I’ll check the door.”
Taehyung nods still a little out of it. You’re proud of yourself when he struggles to stand up straight his knees buckle under his weight as he makes his way to the bathroom connected to his room.
His body is glowing in a post orgasm state his release shines on his skin where you touched. Delicious. You want to lick him clean. If. If not for the insistent knocking you might even do it.
”Yes? Do you need something?” Your face is passive when it happens that Jimin is the one standing in front of you. The room smells like sex and his eyes bluntly go to your wet fingers.
”Need some lube. Can’t just leave all the fun to you two.” You didn’t expect him to say that it’s written all over your face. He has the audacity to laugh at how your eyes grow big like saucers.
You wish they would go home already. Their presence has been bothering you.
Something clicked in Jimin in the last couple of days he insistently visited you and Taehyung. You could tell from the way he looks at you. Throughout the dinner and now. His behaviour changed. It could be because you’re the one controlling? Is he seeing an equal in you? Taehyung would do anything you tell him to. That’s the power you gain from his obsession and you play onto it well. He’s impressed how you turned the tables around? It’s so sick and twisted. All of it.
You don’t need his blessing. That’s fucked up.
”Sure. Natural or strawberry flavour?” You try to play it cool. Let him come in after you as you rummage around the contents of the drawer looking for the bottles while you hear the shower running. You give him the strawberry one at his request expecting him to leave.
Jimin keeps his eyes on you taking in your dishevelled form and pats down your hair as it stands in different directions. You want to recoil from him. At first, his touch makes you freeze then you move away quickly. Your outstretched hand presented him with the bottle of lube.
”Taehyung is the happiest he’s ever been. Take care of him. If you do something to him that he doesn’t want I’ll know. And oh, darling you don’t want to know what I’ll do with you then.” Jimin grips your hair in a warning. Ignoring your intent to put some distance between you.
”There’s not much I can do to him that he won’t like.” You stand your ground against him and he finds your bravery a good enough reason to let go of your hair.
”I was meaning to ask but why me?” You’re so curious it’s killing you. Jimin’s smirk is faint he lets go of your hair but doesn’t step back. This time you’re not intimidated by him. Not like in the beginning.
You still don’t like him but his reactions are interesting. Is it so wrong that you’re curious? That you want to know the reason behind being kidnapped? Did they just choose a random person? Or it was premeditated with you as the exact target? Yeah. It has to be. It’s the only possible explanation. Taehyung’s obsession would not be this great if you were just a random person from the street. He had time to grow attached to you.
Before Jimin could answer if he was even going to give you one, Taehyung comes out with a towel wrapped around his lower half. Both your eyes shift to him. He’s wearing various marks from you.
Jimin looks him up and down. Love bites, not abuse. They heard him loud and clear this is why he asked you for some lube. Anna is restless and it would be a lie if he said hearing the erotic sounds coming from the room next door didn’t affect him at all. They could just go home but what’s the fun in that?
It doesn’t seem like Taehyung is acting weird. Or any weirder. Jimin has to remember that they are different. He’s a lot more dependent on you. It’s in his nature but he’s not all convinced that you’re not playing tricks. He’ll have his eyes on you until he’s sure he can trust you with his friend.
He needs to make sure you’ll never betray them. A thing to worry about another time though.
”Thanks for the lube. Have fun.” Huh. That was a weird transition. You can never tell with him what he’s thinking about. So different from Taehyung who is like an open book. You don’t know what went through his head just now but you’re sure you wouldn’t even want to find out if you can help it.
”I wouldn’t mind if you two joined us though. For old times sake right Taehyungie?” He attaches it as an afterthought. You see red.
”How about you mind your own business and don’t concern yourself with what isn’t. Only I can touch what’s mine. Period.”
Jimin holds his hands up protectively his shoulders shake from laughing as you two have an intense stare down. He’s just messing with you. You know it but you still took the bait. He’s trying to figure out how deep you are in. And oh boy. Oh. You’re in deep when you hear his next words.
”I don’t know I don’t see your claim on him anywhere.” That fucker. His smug smile is plastered on his face but two can play this game.
”Knees. Now.” Taehyung drops down without complaint as you bark the orders. He doesn’t care that Jimin is still watching and you have a point to make. It’s vital he’s watching.
You drag your fingers through his wet hair and pull on it. When he moans Jimin’s eyes go dark he watches you two with an unreadable gaze that you nibble on Taehyung’s skin. Kissing and marking his neck with more of your hickeys. He. Is. Yours.
”Anna is probably waiting.” You point it out. Subtly hinting at how unwanted his presence is here. In the entire house if you’re being truthful.
You kiss Taehyung’s cheek whilst keeping eye contact with Jimin. You shouldn’t let him mess with your head like this. You press your finger onto the forming bruises on Taehyung’s milky skin making him hiss with pleasure. Jimin is getting worked up his grip on the lube bottle tightens as he watches you and Taehyung make out.
Jimin leaves you two alone but doesn’t care about closing the door as he storms out. You don’t bother with it either.
Soon enough you hear the bed harshly bumping into the joined walls Jimin is fucking into his girl with vigour while you remove Taehyung’s towel around his waist. Now that he showered you’re going to dirty him again.
”Moan my name so they know who’s gonna fuck you so good.” Taehyung is vocal when you rub yourself on his cock. Smearing your wetness all over him. Your name is falling from his lips like prayers. You’re so wet and hot around him your folds hugging his length as you move back and forth. His cockhead presses on your clit each time you move forward. Your nails dig into his shoulders to distract yourself from releasing all over him as pleasure zaps through your body.
”My cock right? Everything about you belongs to me. Wouldn’t let anyone else touch you. Right?”
You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of having your tight walls wrapped around him until he makes you believe it.
Taehyung can’t think. Can’t possibly expect him to form words when your pussy is rubbing up and down his sensitive cock. He cries into your shoulder. His hands holding your waist in a vice grip leaving fingerprints of his on your flesh. You make his mind a foggy thoughtless moaning mess. You. You. You. All he can feel is you.
”Please. Please. Please!” He’s going mad with you grinding on his cock but never letting him enter. His thighs shake under your weight when he can feel you release more of your wetness around him. The angry red tip of his cock creates the friction you need to come undone you flood his cock with your cum still rubbing against his swollen length. You ride out your high on top of him ignoring his unrelenting pleas as your pussy pulses and squeeze around nothing.
”Mine. Tell me you’re mine.” Your nails leave red lines behind along his torso. You don’t stop your movements even when oversensitivity sets in. Your folds are puffy and red from his cock’s constant palpation. Your legs are no better, shaky and aching as you keep up with your pace. The strong smell of your arousal makes him dizzy in the head. Your hips are magic and your pussy is his wet heaven.
”Yours. All yours. Only yours. Yours.” Taehyung is frantic. His hips moving in sync with yours chasing his own impending end. Chants your name like an old magic spell. You have mercy on him and present him with your needy hole. Sinking all the way until he’s nestled in your heat.
Still sensitive from your previous orgasm your cunt feels tighter than ever around his member.
”Look at me when I’m fucking you.” He’s slipping. Taehyung barely manages to open his eyes. Unfocused ones watching you through a small slit that all you can see is the endless depths of lust in his orbs. So. Close. He’s been waiting for so long. He was so good for you! Heels planted onto the bed he bucks his hips into you colliding with each and every thrust of yours.
”C-Cum. Gonna cum in you!” Never the one to give you empty promises he works for his release. Angles his cock so that it would hit your spongy spot perfectly. He couldn’t be selfish even if he’s going mad from denying his orgasm this time. Your pace is slowing down as your thighs are about to give out getting too tired to keep bouncing on his cock fast and hard. Taehyung is ravenous. Edged and denied too many times tonight. The madness that you only had glimpses of is on full display. It consumes you in flames. The ashes suffocate you making it hard for you to breathe. Something that’s so bad shouldn’t feel so good.
Taehyung is changing you and you couldn’t care less even more with his cock deeply buried in your pussy.
You daunted him for not flipping you over and fucking you when he clearly had the strength. Called him a slut. Pulled on his hair. Left him dry and hanging before you finally made him cum. His orgasm is long overdue.
He pulls out only to press you against the sheets. Despite the danger in his eyes, he places your back against the sheets gently. Hands resting on either side of your face. Contrast with his next move as he bottoms out with a single harsh thrust in you. Now you’re witnessing his stamina first handed. His perfect self control crumbles as the bed shake under you. He’s able to pound you into the mattress hitting you hard and fast with each stroke. Your juices are smeared on your thighs dripping on his balls. He slips in and out of you with an easy glide so wet, hot and tight.
You’re everything he ever wanted and he comes with a loud moan muffled by your shoulder. Taehyung turns rigid with his cock balls deep the flood of his release accompanied by low grunts from the both of you. Emptying his balls that was heavy and aching for his release. You take everything he’s got, you feel his semen coat your insides filling your pussy with sticky white cum. This is the first time you let him cum in you and the consequences are looming over your head like a creepy shadow. You’ll need a plan B but it could wait.
Taehyung lets all his weight crush you and you grunt at the added load on your sweaty body.
”I love you.”
The words you dreaded. I love you too.
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Would it be in character to have extremely cheese romancey fanart of Aisha x Alec? Like ..... I kinda wanna
[hits button that drops everyone else waiting in the ask line into a gigantic pit of lava so you're first]
extremely comically ridiculously awfully hilariously not in character. they simply do not work like that. at all. alec isn't even really consciously aware that he [teenage crush gossip voice] liiiikes her--because he only got through his childhood by furiously repressing all of his own emotions, especially the ones involving Caring About Things--but even if he was aware you couldn't pry an admittance of that fact out of him with a fucking crowbar. like you know that post about Worm Prom? alec would respond to aisha asking what he thinks about her super high-effort cool Worm Prom outfit by going "it's alright" but then when they actually get to the Worm Prom he immediately starts pointing his scepter at random children and demanding they bow to the prom queen (aisha) and tell her her outfit is cool. like that's how he expresses affection.
aisha, on the other hand, knows she thinks he's pretty cute (and is good enough at Noticing Things about the undersiders to guess that alec keeps compulsively touching her w/ a level of intimacy he doesn't give anyone else for a reason) but is perfectly content with keeping their little teenage Thing where it is instead of trying to escalate further and making it weird or too serious. so their relationship status is "shitty teen besties who never talk about their relationship status + would rather die than behave like, say, brian and taylor do, but do occasionally act on mutual attraction with no real expectations for the future beyond 'we're gonna keep hanging out.'" whereas someone like taylor could never kiss another one of the undersiders and then carry on without addressing, it aisha and alec do absolutely kiss 2-3 times tops and never speak about it before or after, and they're okay with that. alec does occasionally wonderhope if she'll do it again though. he thinks she has nice chapstick.
that said. the aishalec content situation is even more dire than the briantaylor content situation so you'd be forgiven. like i'll take crumbs at this point. drawing their version of romance is so much more fun than drawing something generic though. it's a million more times interesting to include the flair of what makes those characters Those Characters instead of tossing them in situations they would literally never be in. you can draw whatever you want forever but, like, fanart of them doing things they would actually do >>> cheesy stereotypical romantic fanart of them. their style of romance is:
- alec using his power on her and smiling like a big ole dumbass on her face + telling her to Shut Up about it even though she's not actually saying anything just feeling generally positive emotions about him (all of which he can feel, and all of which are forming 'ohhhhh i would die for her' neuron connections in his brain entirely unbeknownst to him)
- making fun of shitty movies together and accidentally falling asleep on the couch w/ their heads on opposite armrests and their legs overlapping
- when aisha calls someone lame and alec immediately goes "REALLY lame," because he's whipped
- casual physical contact in general. alec is emotionally repressed to fuck and back and couldn't consciously reason his feelings out enough to express them via words + very canonically likes physical intimacy and aisha is also not the type of person to verbally express affection either for a variety of reasons so this is how you end up w/ scenes like the one in canon where they're doing an extended bit together while alec has an arm over her shoulder. leaning on each other, aisha hauling alec around by his wrist, arms over shoulders, always standing next to each other, etc. little casual touches where neither of them are being visibly flustered or anything but how glued at the waist they are makes it obvious 2 anyone watching that Those Kids Like Each Other. it's like when emo kids sit on each others laps while hanging out at the mall except alec is more of a claires boy. she was a hot topic girl he was a claires boy need i say more
- actually if we want to be cheesy and self indulgent literally just put them on a little date at the mall neither of them are calling a date. trying on silly little outfits so they can decide which ones they're gonna shoplift. (alec would find this boring normally but finds himself inexplicably compelled by watching aisha put on one million neon bangles + form very insistent opinions about which pair of leggings he wears better.) sharing food court snacks. he can be the blue raspberry slurpee 2 her grape slurpee. alec casually feeding her a fry or smth. sitting squished into the same massage chair together while they try 2 one up each other w/ making fun of the ppl walking by. etc. also need to reiterate that aisha dragging him around by his wrist or alec pushing her somewhere with a hand on her back Is their version of holding hands.
- they canonically shared personal stories and hung out. a lot. entirely offscreen. you can't prove they Weren't laying next 2 each other on the floor sharing a bag of chips while alec casually explained the worst day of his life 2 her. they're sort of far more about the intimacy of someone really Seeing You for the first time than they are about cheesy romance.
anyway my point is if you draw them giving each other flowers or blushing or saying or doing literally anything notably sappy you're doing it wrong but if you draw alec putting an arm over her shoulder + her tiredly leaning on him while they're in the back of a transport van on their way back from doing Crimes or her giving him a too-forceful shitty awkward teenage kiss while he visibly bluescreens and forgets to close his eyes or him falling to the ground clinging to her and wheezing while she cackles because they just pulled off a Sick Prank on brian. then youre doing it right. hope this helps to explain the nature of aishalec
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Love On Screen
Episode Four, also on ao3 , Episode Three, Episode Two, Episode One
“Honey I’m home!” Eddie sang as he walked into Steve’s apartment, Steve had given him a key under the strict instruction to only use it wisely, a rule in which Eddie immediately broke. He scanned the apartment looking for Steve only to catch a glimpse of him traipsing around the kitchen. “In here!” He heard him call, venturing to the kitchen he came across what could only be described as a scary sight. It was Steve. Surrounded by Walmart bags, with his camera set up.
“Oh, god. What are we doing?” Eddie laughed, only a little scared of the answer. “Walmart Makeover!” Steve said, fake eyelashes glued on haphazardly. Eddie could only guess the camera was already recording, and he was right because as soon as he stepped in front of the camera Steve smiled and cooed, “smile, Eds.” Eddie sighed and dropped the grocery bags he’d been carrying on the counter and plopped himself on a seat next to Steve.
Steve giggled before pulling out a cheap looking yellow wig. He showed it off to the camera, “Okay, so we’re gonna put this on.” He said, reaching over towards Eddie with it who jumped back, “the fuck dawg?” Steve rolled his eyes, “Eddie,” he drew out, “We already agreed to this!” Eddie laughed and sat back down, letting Steve put the wig on him. Eddie looked into the camera and winked, “I look so hot right now. Don’t I?” Steve laughed, “Super sexy, babe.”
“You’re saying that as a friend right, Steve?”
Steve snorts, “Yeah. As a best friend.”
Steve dug around in the plastic bag before pulling out some blue eyeshadow. “Okay, okay. Close your eyes.” And he did, so Steve could start the eyeshadow. “Ow! Ahhh! What the fuck?” Steve stopped what he was doing? “What?”
“That hurt,” Eddie whined, opening his eyes, “No! Keep your eyes shut, it has to dry!” Steve said, slapping his face. “Dry? I don’t know that much about makeup but I'm pretty sure eyeshadow doesn't dry.” Eddie said emphatically, to which Steve just cackled at. He heard Steve rummaging around and jerked away when something soft touched his face. “What was that,” Steve didn’t respond, only continuing to do whatever it is that he’s doing. “Steve?” And he only got a giggle in response.
Eddie opened his eyes only to see the bright pink blush Steve had put all over his face. “Oh my god.” Steve laughed again, looking into the camera, “Isn’t he beautiful?” Eddie snorted, “Beautiful? I’m a down right goddess, Steve.”
They finished up the video not long after that, Steve had made him do a fashion show, in which he wore a sparkly pink bikini top and several bows in his hair. He also put Piggy around his neck like one of those rich person animal shawl things. It was pretty awesome if he said so himself.
Once Steve turned off the camera he sighed, “Did you have fun?” he asked, Eddie nodding, “So much.” Steve smiled, “Hey baby,” He said, greeting him for the first time. “Hey,” Eddie smiled, pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips. (They had gotten together about two weeks after their initial date, they were going properly steady now). “Are we still going live today?” Steve asked, to which Eddie nodded. “I’m gonna make us some grilled cheese sandwiches.” Steve arched an eyebrow, “On live?” Eddie nodded excitedly. “I’ve done it a couple of times, the subscribers love it. They call it the corroded kitchen. Cute, huh?” Steve laughed, yeah it was cute. Fitting too because as soon as Eddie started his live, he was on.
“Hey shitheads! You all know my best friend, Steve. I’m making us lunch today!”
Steve shook his head at his boyfriend's antics, watching him run around the kitchen like a chicken with his head cut off. “What’s chat saying, Stevie?” Steve looked at the chat, watching the comments filter in. “Uhh. Dustybun04 asked if we’re a couple?” Eddie grinned, “Dustybun, you ask that almost every live. You looking for someone to date?” Steve just laughed, “A couple of besties,” he said from behind the camera. They weren’t hiding their relationship on purpose, it was honestly just fun to tease their viewers, it was also fun to see the theories they could come up with. Some of them were pretty creative to be honest. It was really entertaining.
“What else,” Eddie asked, starting to butter the bread he had grabbed out of Steve’s pantry. Steve scanned the chat again, “Oh, hahahaha! Wheeliemike says he hates me! I hate you too, random citizen,” Steve laughed. He knew he wasn’t everyones cup of tea but wheeliemike seemed to really hate his guts. “Oh, wheeliemike. My nemisis. I do have to thank you though. It was your 12 hour stream dare that allowed me to find Steve, who of course, is my best friend now, so. Thank you!” He sang, laughing.
“Okay, so once you butter- wait. Okay, so once you’ve buttered your bread, you’re just gonna get your shredded cheese and like. Okay. Steve, bring the camera here, wanna get a close up on this.” Steve got up, zooming in on the bread on the pan, “Salt bae action. Only… With cheese.” Eddie said, sprinkling the cheese over the pan, getting it almost everywhere except for the bread. “Oops,” He laughed, dumping the bag over watching as a clump of it falls onto the bread.
“That ones yours, Steve,” Eddie said, pointing to the mangled sandwich. “What makes you think I want that?!” Steve screeches, laughter breaking up his sentence. “What?! Dude, I’ll have you know that is the best grilled cheese you’ll ever eat!” Eddie retorted. He picked it up and planted a big sloppy kiss on it, “Here, now it’s even better. Extra flavor.” Steve grimaced as Eddie shoved the sandwich in his face. “Oh, ew. Dude.” But he bit it anyway, choking on the non melted cheese clump that fell apart in his mouth. He huffed out a laugh, shredded cheese flying out of his mouth as he did so, and broke completely when Eddie picked up the clump of cheese that had fallen out of Steve’s mouth and popped it into his own.
“Eddie! Ew!”
And Eddie was cackling like he had been for the past five minutes watching Steve try to eat the gross ass sandwich he’d made. “What’s chat saying?” He asked through his laughter, wiping away the tears that had formed on the corners of his eyes. Steve scanned the screen, “Oh uh. Nancy called us gross, which I have literally heard you and Robin have sexual relations so don’t! Call us gross.” Eddie barked out another laugh, joining Steve in watching the chat. “Oh, wheeliemike. You’re gonna have to get over this hatred of Steve. Unfortunately I don’t think he’s going anywhere.” Eddie said, feigning sympathy. Steve giggled, “Awh. Let him hate me Eddie, it’s okay.”
And well. Most of their viewers enjoyed their antics. Y’know. Except for wheeliemike.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson#streamer au#streamer eddie munson#streamer steve harrington#steve x eddie#stranger things
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Could you share some info about your fnaf self insert? They seem pretty cool :]
OOOOOOOOH BOY ARE YOU ASKING FOR AN INFO DUMP ?BECAUSE YOU ARE ABOUT TO GET AN INFO DUMP!!!!
first off, my self insert is basically just me, but some stuff is drastically different, and more of like, where i was 5 years ago mentally, so keep that in mind lol
sooo basics: their name is Kris Tycho, they're in their early 20s, they're 4'10, they're mexican, nonbinary, and aromantic
they are just a little guy who likes silly colorful fun things, as seen from the lil googly eye ring on their hand, the way they dress, and the fact that they might be the only person who wasn't scared of the dca when first meeting! they're also a fan of slightly unsettling and weird/misunderstood things, so, perfect match!
they are autistic and have adhd (like me!) so they tend to swing from being highly alert and focused to brain foggy and oblivious to what's going on around them. they do have bad sensory issues, mainly with sound and lights, which is why they decided to work night shift at the pizzaplex. also because they're reeeaallly socially awkward and get too stressed and exhausted working in customer service
they have a monotonous way of speaking, and can be taken too seriously due to having a resting bitch face, which tends to intimidate people. they're also a huge introvert, and don't make friends easily, which is partially due to how off-putting people find them. but! when they get comfortable with someone they're able to unmask and be overly expressive.
they also aren't exactly the most professional person, so people (vanessa) can be bothered by how casual they are at work (because they literally do not have the energy to act serious when its unnecessary). vanessa, exasperated by the animatronic shenanigans one night says "fuck robots" kris jokingly says "im trying" and vanessa is just like shut the fuck up. seriously.
they have spotify playlists of all the animatronics! (sun and moons have the most songs teehee)
is more than okay with the animatronics carrying them and being overly touchy. anyone else? immediately on their shit list
they're really good at sewing, and have fixed sun and moons clothes when management ignored their requests to repair them.
their favorite animatronic from the main band is glam chica (dont tell roxy)
their favorite movie is wall-e :] (they've always had a thing for robots)
their relationship with the dca kinda blurs the lines between platonic and....other, lol. they're unable to feel romantic feelings for them but they still do stuff like kiss and cuddle maybe other stuff too, but they basically act like besties and are each others comfort person. fuck labels! >:D
their entire thought process when deciding to work at the pizzaplex was, "i'll either work here long enough to pay off my student loans, or ill die. win win situation" (yikes, the pay there isn't even that good)
they're also huge fan of fazbear ent. because of all the rumors surrounding it, and because they were obsessed with the games when they were younger (which are canonically real in the fnaf universe). they are very aware of the alleged murders surrounding faz ent. and the very real danger of working at their establishments. but they're curious! sue them!
the reason vanessa and them are the only human workers in the entire building is because there needs to be at least 2 (human) people in an establishment during work hours (my source is i used to work at chuck e cheese, and that's my reference for the majority of these kinds of things)
their job title is security guard, but vanessa regularly gives them random tasks, things that staff bots aren't programmed or are unable to do, or things that dayshift workers forgot to do before closing. because between her, the staff bots, and moon, kris isn't exactly necessary when it comes to security.
kris doesn't meet the daycare attendant until like a month into their job, and when they do meet sun they immediately get kicked out of the daycare for not being a child lol. after going down the slide enough times to irritate sun he gives in, and they get to know each other. they spend at least an hour hanging out with sun each shift, and they even hang out outside of the daycare when they get too busy to visit!
moon has been stalking them the entire time though, when the lights go off every hour. they officially meet when kris has to do monthly maintenance on them and the lights go out while they're working. moon scares them by threatening and manhandling them, but they don't try to run. both because they're curious and because their flight or fight is just freeze. but after recovering from the shock the autism makes them go "holy shit your design is so cool how did your pants change color where did your hat come from?" and moon is completely silent, then he just laughs and leaves without letting kris finish maintenence.
ummm okay so they're actually a bit more willing to die than how i previously made it seem, their plan was essentially to try to explore as much of the pizzaplex as they can out of curiosity and if they die they die (they are not mentally well) so when they meet moon and he's slightly violent and grabby with them, they're like !!! an opportunity! so for selfish reasons (and because they vibe with the celestial jester theme), they try to get closer to moon. (secret reason: they like getting scared)
In this story there is no virus, its just vanny/vanessa being able to control the animatronics, but due to that they've become very anxious and stressed. this is why chica starts to overeat, why monty starts to have anger issues, why moon starts to act scary towards the children, and why sun starts to become an anxious mess.
at first kris didn't think the animatronics were sentient, and they were perfectly fine with the thought of possibly dying to one of them. but when they realized just how sentient they were (due to spending a lot of time around sun and moon), and how the animatronics were aware of what happened at previous locations, they felt sooo incredibly guilty.
despite not thinking the animatronics were sentient they still treated them like people, partly due to their autism that made them personify inanimate objects, but also because in their mind it was 'fun to act like they were real'. like an adult going to Disneyland and getting so lost in the magic that they forget the characters are just actors.
and... i don't want to spoil too much of the story yet teehee so ill end it there
thank u for letting me ramble! even though i kinda went overboard lol :]
#they are me i am them#(in some ways)#if theres anything specific yall wanna know pls ask 👉👈#sun x self insert#moon x self insert#s/i x canon#dca x self insert#fnaf self insert#fnaf s/i#fnaf oc#tw sucidal ideation#suggestive joke#tw suggestive
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