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paintingwhiteceilings · 2 months

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❃S/O being drunk/tipsy around Seventeen❃

A/N: So I may have gotten massively drunk last weekend as the region I live in celebrates a specific type of carnival that goes on for five days straight. I might have, maybe, drank a little bit too much during the music festival day and as I was drunkenly stumbling around, I wondered what it would be like to get drunk around svt.

Also, am I the only one who has a K-pop idols I want to get drunk with bias line? Currently, my list consists of Lee Know, Xiumin, Jin and San (to name a few). Just wondering whether that is a normal thing to have or whether I should be concerned about my sanity.

Scoups/Seungcheol

❀ Chances are that if you are drunk around him, so is he. Coups loves a good party on the occasion and isn't a stranger to clubbing. However, where he can hold his liquor and knows his limits, you may have forgotten about yours. Part of him adores your clinginess and finds you adorable; thus, he lets you be your embarrassingly drunk self, laughing at your shameless and less-than-stellar dance moves. As long as you are in the safe, not-too-drunk zone, he will let you have fun and try to match your drinking pace.

❀ However, the moment he notices that you are crossing the line into way too drunk territory, the responsible part of him will kick in, and he will chase you around with water. He will get very serious, going all alpha leader on you and doing whatever it takes for you to take a sip of water.

❀ No amount of cuteness or begging will convince him to stop his getting you sober plight; you can flirt all you want with him, but once he is concerned for your well-being, it is difficult to persuade him to let you keep on drinking. He is definitely not above cutting the night short either, taking you home instead. If you do as much as refuse, he will throw you over his shoulder and walk out like you weigh nothing.

Jeonghan

❀ To the poor soul who decided to get drunk around this man, I hope that he will never feel the urge to show those embarrassing videos that he took of you to those around you. Although he will, of course, keep his eye on you to prevent you from getting progressively drunker, he is enjoying you being drunk way too much. He will have his camera out the entire time and instigate you to do something embarrassing that sober-you would very much regret.

❀ He has an entire folder dedicated to your drunken mishaps, whether it is a five-minute video of you slurring your words as you argue why cows are grossly underappreciated when it comes to favourite animals or you crying as you hug a tree, sobbing that they do not receive enough love. Jeonghan cherishes every single photo and video he took of you being drunk, frequently rewatching them to cheer himself up.

❀ Honestly, it never fails to make you regret drinking around this man because he has no problem using it as blackmail against you. Whenever you try to argue with him during game nights, he will subtly reference one of your entertaining escapades, teasing you that anyone who repeatedly drunkenly asked whether turning a phone on aeroplane mode would give it the ability to fly is in no position to argue with him.

Joshua

❀ He is so unbelievably gentle with you. The moment he senses that you are getting ab bit too tipsy or borderline drunk, he will make sure to switch to water for himself instead. Although he enjoys the occasional drink, he wants to make sure that he is able to take care of you, letting you freely drink whilst he makes sure you do so safely.

❀ He is genuinely the sweetest, listening to all your drunken ramblings with a fond smile on his face. Whenever you are not paying attention to him, he will secretly switch out your alcoholic beverage for water, cheekily gaslighting you into believing that it is still the same drink by taking a sip himself and pretending that you are imagining things when exclaim it no longer tastes like vodka.

❀ When you guys get home, he will go into full caregiver mode, helping you remove your makeup, making sure that you didn’t forget to plug in your phone for the night and laying out your comfiest pyjamas for you to slip into after a brief shower. He will tuck you into bed after making sure that you drank enough water for the night, preparing a glass of water and some medication for you to take in the morning when the hangover kicks in, before turning in himself.

Jun

❀ The moment you enter your shared apartment drunk, Jun feels torn between laughing at your ridiculous actions spurred by your drunkenness and helping you sober up. Seeing you put your hand in the fish tank as you try to pet your now traumatised goldfish because you felt bad for never petting it before is hilarious to him. He is curious about what else you might do, following you around as you try to do more ridiculous things. He is thoroughly invested in seeing where your drunken brain is taking you next and what else you will get up to if he lets you roam around.

❀ Jun will entertain your drunken childlike curiosity, using it to finally be able to do the totally safe experiments you usually tell him off for. The two of you will engage in a plethora of dubious food experiments, mixing different drinks to find out whether they will taste any good together and go to the supermarket to buy a dozen different ice cream flavours in order to rank them all. Where usually you would scold him for trying to see whether a bath can really overflow, drunken-you would join him in watching the water level rise slowly.

❀ However, he simultaneously will be very caring, preparing a hearty meal to combat your drunkenness. He might not be the best chef in Seventeen, but he can cook up a couple of meals that help with absorbing the alcohol, preparing one of them to help you sober up a bit. He will ensure that you eat plenty of it and drink enough water before you go to bed.

Hoshi/Soonyoung

❀ In no universe is this man not drunker than you are when the two of you go out drinking. Hoshi’s tolerance is so incredibly low that he could get drunk on the smell of alcohol alone. The other members have to babysit the both of you, not even for your own safety but for those around you. He would be the type of person who, when you buy your shots, forgets that they are not his and, in his drunken stupor, take them when you turn around to pay. You are too drunk to notice either, not that it matters much, as you finish most of his drinks on accident, too.

❀ The dance floor is a danger zone when you two step onto it. Neither of you cares much about dancing decently; instead, the two of you have a competition going on who can come up with the most creative, shameless dance moves. The dance battle only ends when one of you accidentally knocks over a slow-dancing couple during an emotional ballad.

❀ The other members will ultimately have to step in, guiding you back home before either of you does something illegal. It is easier said than done; the two of you are so incredibly drunk that you decide to pose and take pictures with random statues you spot on your way home. Once home, they try to get you both to drink water but miserably fail as Hoshi completely breaks down, professing his undying love for you between sobs. The night ends with the two of you in each other’s arms, crying about how much you love each other.

Wonwoo

❀ Considering he doesn’t really drink himself, he will make sure you are not exceeding your drinking limits, babysitting you the entire time. However, where he usually makes sure to stop you from getting drunk the moment he notices you are getting tipsy, he hadn’t anticipated that the dinner with the members would turn into an out-of-control drinking party. When they suggested doing some drinking games whilst waiting for the food, he had assumed they would have gone easy on you; instead, you had lost so many of the drinking games that you were borderline drunk by the time that the food reached to your table.

❀ Throughout the dinner, Wonwoo tries to get you to drink as much water as he can. Your glass doesn’t stay empty for long as, rather than eating himself, he is way too focused on making sure that it is constantly filled with water. You have barely swallowed your food when he puts another piece of meat on your plate, hoping that the grease will help you sober up somewhat.

❀ When the members insist on playing more drinking games during and after the dinner, he initially refuses on your behalf. If you insist on continuing, he will awe the members by taking every punishment shot going your way for you. Unfortunately for him, the members have finally figured out a way to get Wonwoo to join their drinking festivities, using you as bait to get the usually introverted member to drink.

Woozi/Jihoon

❀ As another member who rarely, if ever, drinks, he always tells you to be careful when you do. When you get invited out for drinks with the members, he fully trusts them to keep an eye on you for his sake as he is stuck in the studio, having to finish a song. What he is not expecting, however, is for them to call him at 1 AM to come pick you up, as they may have grossly overestimated your alcohol tolerance. He can hear drunk-you brabble about how much you miss him in the background of the phone call as he talks to the members about coming over to take you home.

❀ With a big sigh, he makes his way over to the pub you guys had been drinking at, realizing that it might not have been the smartest to have the members who frequently drink and have built up quite the tolerance take you drinking. He is not necessarily angry at you or the members; instead, he is disappointed in himself for not having been there with you to ensure you would not go past your drinking limits.

❀ He is incredibly gentle with you when he finally arrives at the pub, scooping you up in his arms, ready to take you home. He will hear no apology on your part or the members, reassuring you that it happens and that although he would like for it to be prevented in the future, he understands that getting drunk happens. At home, he will be so soft as he makes sure to give you whatever you need. He will make sure not to leave your side, helping you shower and giving you plenty of cuddles in bed to make you feel better.

DK/Seokmin

❀ Another member who is probably just as drunk as you are, if not more. He would be getting drunk with you, sharing most of his drinks with you to the point where neither of you remembers which drink belongs to whom. He is definitely enabling your drunk behaviour and perhaps even the cause of it because whenever he picks up his shot of soju, he makes sure to give you one, too.

❀ He will rope you into doing something stupid, putting on one of his infamous skits with you as the second lead. You don’t know where he got a wig from, but he is fully engrossed in his role as Sandra, the woman who is about to be eaten by zombies. Where sober-you would be mortified by his behaviour, you are currently too drunk to care, down to join him as one of the vicious zombies. It doesn’t help that a small part of him still feels embarrassed about his actions and keeps taking a swig of the soju bottle left on your now-unoccupied table, making him progressively drunker as the performance continues.

❀ At the very least, your performance will be enjoyed by a considerably large, amused audience who decide to pay for some of your drinks in appreciation, making it a relatively cheap night out. Neither of you will be able to do much the next day as both of you completely forgot to drink water before going to bed, too busy re-enacting the best moments of your play, resulting in a massive hangover. As a result, the two of you spend most of the next day cuddled up in bed; DK claims that your hugs are the best cure for his crushing headache.

Mingyu

❀ Mingyu sometimes forgets that taller people tend to be able to drink more compared to those who are more vertically challenged; thus, he accidentally got you very drunk when he dragged you to go clubbing with him and the members. That being said, he is not feeling too guilty about it because where sober-you would try to limit the PDA in front of the other members, drunk-you completely forget they exist. Mingyu is on cloud nine when you start to touch him more than usual, thinking he has officially gone to heaven as you hug him close and refuse to let go.

❀ He is giggling uncontrollably, as you are all over him, insisting on slow-dancing to every song that comes on, even if it is to the most upbeat techno song. Although he makes sure that you don’t get too drunk, he will not make any attempts to sober you up immediately either, enjoying your attention way too much. He, for sure, will take at least fifty photos and videos where you are kissing his cheek and drunkenly rambling on and on about how much you love him, saving them for a rainy day. You are the cutest person alive to him, and he seriously considers always bringing you along from now on.

❀ Once home, he will make sure that you are fully provided for, cheekily suggesting to shower together as he is incredibly ‘worried’ that you might slip in the shower in your drunken state. Part of Mingyu is slightly sad to see you sober up when he hands you your tenth glass of water in an attempt to prevent a nasty hangover.

The8/Minghao

❀ There is no way in hell that Minghao is not watching you like a hawk when the two of you go drinking, taking away your drinks when he notices that you are getting a bit too out-of-control drunk. You always try to argue with him when he does, whining that you, the adult, know your limits and don’t need him to babysit you. Thus, to prove you wrong and to get you to stop arguing with him whenever he stops you from drinking, he makes a deal with you; you get to drink however much you want, and he won’t interfere with drunk you whatsoever.

❀ This is how you end up drunk out of your mind at one of the members’ birthday parties, challenging Seungkwan to an arm wrestling match after you had tried to beat a drunk and crying Hoshi in a dance battle without much success. You even competed in Scoups’ and Mingyu’s beer pong competition, making you drunker than you already were. Minghao hovers nearby, ready to jump in when necessary, keeping a close eye on your questionable actions. His phone is in his hands as he quietly films you from a distance, ready to present sober-you with the consequences of your drunken decisions.

❀ Nevertheless, he will interfere whenever you are about to do something too embarrassing; sure, he wants you to learn that you do stupid things when wasted, but he does not want you to be relentlessly teased by the other members for your intoxicated mishaps. Minghao will immediately take you back home and sober you up when he thinks that he has let you go on for long enough and that he has collected enough evidence to prove his claims. The next morning, he will lovingly confront you with reality, regardless of whether or not you are nursing a hangover, after which you agree that maybe, sometimes, he might have a point.

Seungkwan

❀ Seungkwan is honestly one of the best people to get drunk around. Sure, he drinks himself, but the moment he notices that he is getting tipsy, he slows down his drinking. He has had to deal with the members being drunk so often that he has developed successful ways of dealing with drunk people, making him well-equipped to deal with you. The moment you sheepishly admit that you are slightly drunk when you two are having dinner with the members, he will do his famous drunk check, rubbing over your forehead, making you giggle uncontrollably, before concluding that, indeed, you are gone.

❀ The entire evening, he will treat you like a little kid, listening to your drunken ramblings and providing you with sassy and funny remarks in exchange. He loves that you are laughing even more at his jokes than usual, and he will not miss a chance to elicit another fit of laughter out of you by doing something stupid. Seungkwan is not above embarrassing himself as long as it means that you are entertained.

❀ Honestly, I can’t imagine Seungkwan letting you do anything embarrassing. He will make sure that you sober up a little, providing you with water every now and then, and talk you out of whatever stupid plan you were about to execute. The moment he spots you climbing onto the bar, ready to execute your and Hoshi’s well-choreographed but slightly ridiculous dance routine, he will expertly redirect your attention to something else, making you completely forget about what you were about to do. As funny as he knows it would be for you to embarrass yourself, he knows you would be mortified the next day when you find out what you did the previous night and is fully committed to preventing that from happening. He would never let you do anything you would regret sober.

❀ Still, if you refuse to listen to him or you manage to do something stupid when he is momentarily distracted, he would not let you live it down.

Vernon

❀ Similarly to Jun, he is highly amused by your drunken escapades, curious to see what you will do. Where Jun, however, will join you in your antics, Vernon will mostly observe you, laughing his chair-screeching laugh as he does. He is not going to interfere whatsoever and lets you do whatever comes to your drunken mind, highly amused by whatever you are doing. Unless you are doing something illegal or dangerous, he is letting you do whatever your drunken brain convinces you to do.

❀ Getting drunk around Vernon means providing him with an arsenal of slightly embarrassing pictures that will be stored for later use. His phone is in his hand the whole evening, and he will make sure to snap thousands of images of your intoxicated self as you pose for him. You completely forget about him taking the pictures until he starts using them as stickers and memes in your private chat. Most of his reactions to your messages are you pulling a weird face. It wouldn’t have been that bad if he hadn’t started using them in the Seventeen group chat and as his phone’s background.

❀ As Vernon doesn’t strike me as someone who drinks often, he wouldn’t really be much help in sobering you up and making sure you won’t have too bad of a headache in the morning. Instead of making sure you drink enough water and get enough sleep, he convinces you to stay up late to watch a movie with him, entertained by your drunken commentary throughout, most of which he records. Needless to say, when morning arrives, you wake up with a lot of regrets.

Dino/Chan

❀ Dino is the king of being drunk; the amount of stories this dude has where he is wasted and doing something questionable are too many to count. Of course, he will be drunk with you, and of course, you two will create the best, most amusing drunk story ever. He had tried so hard to take the punishment shots for you whenever you lost a drinking game, not wanting you to get too drunk, resulting in both of you being incredibly intoxicated and hyping the other up to do some questionable stuff. The members tried to supervise the both of you, but you managed to escape when they got distracted for merely a second.

❀ In retrospect, your memories are kind of hazy on what had actually happened that night. In flashes, you remember a couple of rich people inviting you guys along, a boat, a garden gnome and something about a museum. Somehow, at the end of the night, you two end up in a fancy hotel, holding a garden gnome under your arm, all expenses paid, with the staff congratulating you on your engagement as you sport a very cheap plastic ring on your ring finger.

❀ In the morning, the two of you are nursing massive hangovers, utterly confused about where you are and how you managed to get there. Dino sees the thirty-plus missed calls from the members, knowing he is in a world of trouble, and someone mysteriously saved under the name Bob the Magician. The ring is so tight around your finger that you barely manage to get it off. Still, neither of you is planning on leaving any time soon, enjoying the luxury hotel the next couple of days as you try to piece together what transpired that night after ensuring the members that you are not dead in a ditch somewhere.

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bedoballoons · 7 months

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Hi! Could I request a bit of angst to fluff? Maybe Kaeya, Tighnari, Aether, and Itto when there s/o leaves without telling them to clear their head after an argument and they get worried thinking they left them? I'm not sure that makes sense, but I hope it does.

Thank you!

It makes sense!! Thank you so much for your request and I'm so sorry it took a long time to write for you!! I hope you still enjoy it though!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Have you left me~༺}

CW: Angst to fluff! Past arguments but making up in the end! Characters think the reader may have left them! Kaeya drinks some wine to ease the pain! Very slight mention of the abyss twin in Aethers.

(Includes: Itto, Tighnari, Kaeya, and Aether!)

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𑁍༄Itto:

Itto combed a hand through his thick white hair, trying to make sense of how everything had went bad so quickly, how the two of you had actually gotten into a full blown argument...he loved you so much, why did he start yelling back, what was wrong with him. He sighed, not knowing how to make it better, he wanted to go after you, but you'd just left. What if you didn't want to see him, what if you didn't want anything to do with him... what if you no longer wanted to be his one and oni...

"Come on Itto, use that brain of yours. What do you do when you've upset someone? Apologize. Right right okay, gotta apologize. Flowers? Those are romantic...but maybe to cheesy! What if...yes thats it!" He made a plan out loud, hurrying to get what was needed before running out the door after you. He searched for hours, checking every spot he'd ever caught you in, asking around for you to every person he saw until finally...he found you.

You were sitting under the shade of a lavender melon tree, eyes puffy from tears and nose red from the cold, you looked heart broken...,"Hey, I know you don't want to talk to me right now, for good reason too but I have to talk to you okay! I'm not good with words, but I know how to say sorry...and I know how to say I love you and in case you don't believe me...I wanted to give you something..."

You looked up at him, eyes widened when you saw a golden beetle trophy in his hands...to anyone else this would have been ridiculous, but you knew it was something he cherished, probably even his most precious item, "What... why would you...that's the most important thing in the world to you..."

He shook his head, setting the trophy in front of you, "No you're wrong, you're the most important thing in the world to me and I'm really really sorry I made you upset. I'll do anything to make it better, you can throw beans at me, I'll give you all of my candy stash...I'll even give you my prizes beetles...I just want to be with you."

You started to cry more, which caught him a little off guard, but these were happy tears..."I want to be with you too...and I'm sorry for what I said...I love you Itto."

"I love you more"

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari rubbed his eyes, trying to dry the tears that didn't seem to have a end, his ears droopy and you...the person he loved with all his heart, had just walked out without a word. Was it over? Was he never going to be able to hug you again? He just couldn't accept it, he needed you in his life and maybe he hadn't said that enough, but he'd say it as many times as you wanted as long as your promised to come back with him.

He quickly threw on a extra coat, he had no plan and no way of knowing where you had went, but even if it took all night, he'd find you just to apologize, just to let you know how much he adored you. He'd search the entire forest if he had to.

Thankfully it wasn't needed, after a few hours his ears perked up, the soft sounds of your sobs reverberating off cave walls, the place he had shown you one time while gathering herbs...it was by a waterfall that held glowing algae and he's been wanting to take you back for so long... he never would have thought the two of you revisiting would be at a time like this..

He made his way to you and sat down, feeling a pang in his chest when you scooched away, it hurt...fighting with you, "I'm...I'm so sorry. Im sure you don't even want to hear it, but I don't think I've ever been so upset with myself before. I love you and I have never wanted to make you unhappy...you...you are my person. My soulmate. The one. Please...I don't want you to leave, I don't want us to end...I can't...loose you."

His voice started to break, sentences getting harder to finish, he couldn't even picture his life without you anymore and the horrible thought that it could happen because of his mistakes was eating him alive...

"I don't...want to loose you either Tighnari... soulmates go both ways. I'm yours and you're mine and I love you,...I just don't want to fight." You swallowed roughly, trying to stop yourself from crying even more as he wrapped his coat around you and pulled you into him, embracing you tighter than he ever had, "I love you too, and I promise...no more fighting."

𑁍༄Kaeya:

Kaeya took another sip from his wine bottle, trying to calm himself down...he almost never got into confrontations, in fact he always avoided them, preferring to smooth talk his way out of situations instead...,but what had went down between the two of you was anything but smooth. He'd said such hurtful things, he didn't even mean to, he'd just lost his cool and then you ran off before he could apologize and now...here he was, sitting under the stars trying to drink away his feelings when he knew full well it wasn't going to solve anything.

Then as he was sitting there, staring off into space...he caught sight of you, just barely outside the city walls, throwing rocks into the water with a satisfying splash while sniffling and holding yourself for comfort between tosses. Suddenly his wine lost any flavour, his mind drawn back to when he first met you, the way your eyes sparkled, the way your smile made his heart skip a beat...and how you laughed at his advances, completely oblivious to his feelings.

He picked himself off the chair he'd been sitting on, left his bottle waiting on the table for a cheery bard to find and then made his way over to you, more serious and determined than he had been in a very long time. The second he was close enough he gently intertwined you hand with his, spinning you for a brief second so your eyes would meet and your body would be close to his...the air felt cold, but he had a warm smile and before you could even attempt to push him away he kissed your lips.

It was unlike any kiss you'd ever had with him, it was passionate...slow...apologetic, it conveyed everything he wanted to say to you without ever saying a word and when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, he begged you to stay with him.

𑁍༄Aether:

Aether was running, running past branches and shrubbery, past trees and jumping over rocks, he wasn't worried about what scratches or bruises he'd have by the time he got to you, all he was worried about...all that was running through his mind, was his apology to you. He didn't know what had even started the argument anymore, he didn't care, he just needed you to know he was wrong and that he loved you, that he didn't want you to go, that he couldn't let you go.

He frantically searched around, looking for signs of you while he tripped over sticks and stomped into muddy puddles, "Hello!!" He shouted for you, his eyes scanning the moonlit trees and then, in the distance, he saw a faint light. It was the lamp you had taken with you when you'd left without a word and his first sign that you were near him. He ran to it, knowing full well he looked like a mess when he finally caught up to you, panting and covered in dirt....he looked like he'd just been through a hurricane.

"Aether what the hell-"

"No n-no, wait let me start. I just, i-i just had to follow you because none of what I said was true, I love you. That's the truth. I'd r-run to the ends of the earth to tell you that and then I'd do it again to prove it if you asked me to. Please, forgive me. I can't go on without you, I can't loose you too..." He looked away, trying not to think about his sister...about what it would be like if he didn't have you in his life anymore...what reason would he even have to continue?

"Did you really run...all the way here?"

"Yes, I love you and I don't want you to go..."

"I love you too Aether...and it's okay, I just wanted to clear my head, I'm not leaving." You went to kiss him...but decided it better wait till after he had been cleaned, you'd never had someone run so far just for you before...

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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I had an idea. Drider boyfriend has a nightmare that his darling died, got hurt, or something like that. He wakes up to find comfort in his darling. How would he react to his darling silently singing to him?

Aww! Poor Vass, that breaks my heart! I was worried this one would be too sad, but it gets better at the end

Drider (Vass) x gender neutral reader

Word Count: 800

W: mention of character death, bad dreams

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Vass looked at your still body on the ground. Your usually (Y/C) skin was pale and gaunt, not soft and dewy. He hesitantly reached out to touch you, but pulled back, horrified to find your skin was cold, not the gentle warmth he was used to. Your legs and neck were twisted at an unnatural angle, laying at the base of his nest. It sickened him and made him want to look away, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t take his eyes off of his precious Dumpling. You were so terribly still. His heart cracked.

This was his fault. He’d only looked away for a second. Just set you down on your swing for a moment and when he’d looked back you were falling so fast. Too fast. He screamed and screamed until his own ear drums ached, but there was nothing he could do. Somewhere, someone was still screaming as he looked down at your corpse.

You slapped Vass’s face a few times, trying to get him to wake up. He was screaming, like nothing you’d ever heard before. You didn’t even know his voice could be that loud. You finally got up on your knees on his chest and jumped a few times, hoping your weight would wake him.

He jolted up with a start almost throwing you off of him, his eight eyes glowing brighter than normal and wide. You squealed as you almost lost your balance, circling your arms in the air, trying to catch yourself.

“Dumpling!” Vass shouted, as you tipped over the side, grabbing you and jerking you to his chest. He squeezed you tight, burying his face in your neck. You didn’t know drider’s could cry, but the spider silk shirt Vass had made for you was wet with his tears. When he finally pulled away, he smothered your cheeks with kisses and rubbed your skin, reminding himself that it was still warm.

With a cold sweat clinging to his brow, he looked around his nest. It was a normal drider nest. He’d crafted thick walls of his silk to insulate against the cold and sound. He had a tabletop suspended where he cooked your food, a desktop for his own work, some storage closets for your clothes and other supplies, as well as an area he’d walled off for a bathroom that was connected to the city infrastructure. However, it was basically a tall, vertical cylinder with a hole at the bottom that he usually climbed in and out of. It was perfect for a drider, but a death trap for a delicate human.

Instinctively, he started to wrap you up in his silk, tying you as tight as he could so he could strap you safely to his chest. Panicking you squealed.

You tugged your little hands free before he got you all wrapped up and put them on either side of his face, pulling his head down to you and searching his eyes.

“Everything is okay,” you whispered, “it was just a bad dream.”

These were the most words you’d ever said and that wasn’t lost on him, cherishing each one. It only made the dream he’d had that much scarier. You weren’t a nameless pet, anymore. You could talk, you had a personality, and he loved you.

Tears blurred his vision and he pulled you to him again, squeezing you tight.

“I thought you were gone,” he whispered to you, with a sob.

“Shhh,” you hushed him, pulling his wet cheek against yours and rubbing the other one like your mother used to do. Then you quietly started humming the lullaby she used to sing to you softly in his ear.

He laid back down, pulling you down with him, so he didn’t lose contact with your cheek, and wound a few loops of silk around your waist to tie you to him. His ears were very sensitive, but your soft humming was like the sweetest honey. He listened until it sweetly trailed off when you fell asleep.

While he spent the rest of the night feeling your gentle breathing on his cheek, reassuring himself you were still there, he decided the next day, he was finding a new home for the two of you.

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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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hi! i love your writing so much! could i request when their s/o who doesn't really vent or complain much finally breaks down? how would skz comfort them? 🥺

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟

or…stray kids reacting to when their s/o who doesn't complain finally breaks down

♩ g/n!reader, hurt and comfort, mostly angst and a little fluff at the end, a lot of crying

♩♩ word count: 2.3k (yeah it's a bit longer than normal hcs)

♩♩♩ A/N: I basically wrote a whole fic on this for chan so I'm just gonna leave a link to that for him

prompt list here (or you can request ur own)

(don't ask me why some (felix) of these are wayyy longer than others...I just got really carried away lol)

Chan

this chan one-shot I wrote pretty much is exactly this prompt but even more pain (?) so if you want a "break-up then getting back together" with a lot of crying, go ahead and read it! If not, here's a shortened version:

He wasn't someone who would take advantage of your patience, or test it.

But stress could sometimes turn his head.

He hasn't slept well for many days consecutively.

From what his members told you, he didn't seem to be eating properly either.

Today you were a little worried and brought along food you made to the studio, but was scolded by him in front of Changbin and Jisung.

You couldn't stand his reaction, but in order not to let him lose face in front of members, you held back your anger and left his studio in disappointment.

He would immediately notice his fault and properly admit his fault to you.

When he saw you crying, he was about to fall to his knees and slap himself in front of you.

"Don't cry, baby, I know I was wrong, it's all my fault… It's my fault, I shouldn't have spoken to you as I did …… Everything you did was for my own good, how could I not cherish you? I'm just… the worst boyfriend ever ……"

You weren't going to be continuously angry at him either, after all, who could stay angry at Chan?

It's just that for the next many days he'd be extra cautious.

Constantly promising you that he'll never throw his temper on you ever again.

Minho

If Chan never tests your boundaries… All I can say is that Minho tries your boundaries 24/7.

At least, it felt like it.

Sometimes you even felt like he might not love you very much.

(You were very wrong, he just might be the most loving person in the world. It's just unfortunate that he's a tsundere who doesn't want to, and doesn't know how to express it)

You knew he liked to tease others, not out of true malice, it was just a way for him to show closeness.

But sometimes, you still thought sometimes, unconsciously, that there was more to his words.

He sensed something off when you didn't answer him with a smile as usual.

He wanted to apologize immediately, after all, hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do.

But before he could say anything, he heard your sob.

In that moment, it was as if all rationality had left his head.

He rushed up and stopped in front of you, wanting to reach out and hug you, but hesitated.

He didn't know if you wanted his hug right now.

"I'm sorry …… I, I didn't mean it like that ……"

You heard an unprecedented level of apology in his tone.

Only after making sure you didn't reject his physical contact did he gently bring you into his arms.

"Y/N…you know the one thing I can't stand to see is you crying ……"

Changbin

Perhaps because you never really expressed that "you needed him ", he had always thought that you were a rather independent person.

You were independent, but that didn't mean you didn't need him when you were vulnerable.

When you came home today, you didn't know why, but it was as if all the stress and emotions of the past few months had come flooding back.

He was always very assertive in what he did, but at that moment he suddenly didn't know what to do.

He felt a pain in his chest, and wanted to try to do something to make you feel less sad.

He opened and shut his mouth a few times, but he couldn't get a single word out.

He had never seen you like this before, your vulnerable side, needing help.

"Y/N…you still have me, I'm right by your side ……"

In the end, that's all he came out with.

But really, just knowing that he was still there for you was enough.

As long as he could show that he cared about you and wanted to help you, it was enough.

Hyunjin

A fight with Hyunjin was essentially a one-sided complaint from him.

No, calling it a "fight" would be incorrect. After all, he was almost always the only one talking.

You had a good temper and you basically didn't argue with anyone as long as they didn't hit your no-go areas.

With Hyunjin, most of the time he would just ramble on and on, and you thought he was kind of cute when he rambled on like that.

But for some reason, you just didn't like hearing him talk like that this time.

For the first time, you got angry with him, raised your voice, and made a face he hadn't seen before.

He froze for a moment, and a feeling of frustration that came out of nowhere came over him.

He hurriedly turned away, not wanting you to see his damp eyes.

He knew it was his own fault, and that it was you who should be more in need of reassurance right now.

But he couldn't stop his disobeying tears either.

For the first time, he saw you angry, at him.

He was afraid.

You took a few deep breaths and largely eased up.

"Jinnie…? I was… I don't know what just happened to me ……"

The nearly 180cm tall man was holding his own shoulders, sniffling like a frightened little animal.

"I'm sorry ……"

You heard him whisper, so faintly that you almost didn't catch it.

"Jinnie?" "I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Y/N ……"

He turned to you and hugged you, grabbing the fabric on your back and speaking in a weepy voice.

"I'll never do it again… Don't make that face, don't get mad at me, I, I don't want to …… I don't want to see you like this, I'm scared ……"

"Don't be afraid… There's no need to be afraid. I would never do anything to hurt you or really be angry with you. And you know that, right? I love you too much ……"

Not sure how long these words were repeated later before he finally was at ease.

Jisung

You always listened to his troubles, his trivialities, his heart.

But every time it was your turn, he seemed to be busy and always had other "more important things" to do.

In your mind, things about him were the most important things.

But perhaps to him, your worries and heartfelt words weren't very important.

"I sometimes… I don't think you actually care about me much at all."

"……. What?"

When he heard you say that, he felt his heart pause.

How could you think that? What on earth did he do to make you think that way?

He thought you knew that he wouldn't be able to live at all without you.

"If you really did care about me, Jisung, why weren't you ever interested in what was going on with my life? Why do you never come to care about me when I look sad and upset?"

It was the first time he heard you say such words, the first time he heard you express your "need for care".

"It's not that… It's not like that. ….. Y/N……"

He frowned and rushed to your side to hold your face in his hands.

"I care about you, I just …… I was just so stupid, I thought you didn't say anything because you wanted to be on your own- I, I was really stupid. It's really stupid now that I think about it …… I'm sorry, I'm sorry …… I'm so awful, I ……"

If you thought Hyunjin had cried a lot, you must have never seen Jisung cry.

He canceled all his work plans that night and stayed by your side to keep you company.

You two cried like that for hours.

Felix

You didn't want to show your sad side in front of Felix.

He was your little sunshine, always smiling and making your every day better.

You thought you should give him all the good things too, not your tears or bitterness.

But what you didn't realize was that he actually took everything in stride.

Every time you held back, every time you silently sighed, it was like a small dagger stuck in his heart.

In his eyes, your behavior was as if you "did not trust him ".

After he had such thoughts, he began to distance himself from you.

And you weren't stupid, you realized within a few days that something was wrong with him.

You felt as if your little sun was starting to dim.

This only made you even more upset and confused.

You finally couldn't stand it and called out to him when he turned away immediately after seeing you.

"Did I do something wrong?"

His back trembled a little.

"Is it because I've done something wrong that you've been distancing yourself from me?"

"I distanced myself from you?" He turned back to you, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Felix?"

"Am I the one distancing myself from you, or are you the one distancing yourself from me? Y/N, you never complain to me, you don't speak your heart to me, you never rely on me! What do you want me to do if you don't show your heart to me?Y/N…I don't want to let go …… But I feel like I'm the only one in love."

You too finally couldn't help yourself. Your clenched fist trembling.

"I don't complain, I don't speak from my heart, I don't vent negative energy to you because I'm afraid it will affect you! I'm afraid you might get upset because of me …… You are already tired from your work, you don't need more burden ……"

"How can you say your business is burdensome?"

He seemed to get a little angry, walking quickly up to you to stare you in the eye.

You had calmed down somewhat when you saw his expression, but your mouth still started moving on its own.

"I want you to see only the good side of me Felix …… I do this because… Because I know deep down that I'm not worthy of-"

He didn't wait for you to finish your sentence as he immediately cupped your face and pressed his lips into yours, making you swallow back the last bit of that sentence.

Kisses with Felix were always sweet.

But this time it was bitter.

"I forbid you to say that, forever."

"You're going to rely on me and say everything to me. You will let me bear with you all the things between the two of us. I will not allow you to hold back by yourself. And you will definitely not be allowed to say ridiculous things like you don't deserve me."

"Y/N, I don't know how many times I have to say "I love you" before you believe me, but if you need 100 times, I'll say it 1000 times. If you need 1,000 times, I'll say it 10,000 times!"

He really was the sunshine that lit up your life, your little sun.

Seungmin

You were really not a person who liked to complain and thought that everything was something that could be tolerated.

Seungmin, like you, was also someone who basically didn't talk about their troubles and liked to digest them by themselves.

But lately, you really felt like the whole world was your enemy, and Seungmin was the only one on your side.

When he opened the door at night and saw you crying alone on the couch, he was absolutely frozen.

He stood still as if his brain had stopped working.

You thought he would laugh at you and take a picture of your crying face and send it to the rest of the members.

But he came and sat down next to you and hugged you silently.

He knew you were under a lot of pressure lately, from all aspects of your life.

Only when you were at home, when you were with him did you find yourself a last safe haven.

How could he possibly laugh at you at such a time?

Where you couldn't see, his eyes were reddened as well.

"It's funny, isn't it, the way I look now ……"

"Not at all."

He tightened his arm around you, trying hard to make you feel his warmth.

"Seungmin…I just feel so tired ……"

"I know, I know …… You can rest now that I'm here."

Jeongin

He was easily driven by emotions and couldn't stand seeing anyone cry.

But especially when he saw you crying, his tears literally slid down in a flash.

He knew that you like to endure stress by yourself, and he watched in silence.

It is just that he is young, and sometimes doesn't really know what to do in the face of such things.

He wanted to help you, but felt that maybe letting you alone was the right choice.

Only when you broke down like now, did he have the confidence to come to your side.

He gently stroked your back and sobbed himself, but insisted on smoothing your breath.

He rested his forehead on your back, didn't speak, simply stayed by your side.

He wouldn't initiate conversation, but if you did, he would respond to your words competently.

After you were "back to normal ", he asked you cautiously about "what I should do next time if this happens again?"

You were amused by his cute and sincere question and reached out to pet his fluffy head.

Then patiently answered each of his questions.

You asked him, too, what he wanted you to do when he was feeling upset.

He was happy that with this conversation, he got to know you a little better and felt closer to you.

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chronic-boogara · 2 years

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Hi, me again :)

How about slashers waking up to an s/o throwing them a birthday party, feel free to do whoever u want <3

i don’t think i ever thought about that one i like that idea a lot. i wont lie to you i read the prompt wrong as the slasher throwing reader a party so i had to go back and rewrite it. thanks for your patience

one of the first requests i finished on my hiatus woooo😩 only like 20 more to go

michael myers

•he’s never really had a real birthday party, with him being in the hospital and all

•but he’s well aware that they happen and he’s seen them happen around town. he’s not entirely familiar with how they work but it’s not like he thinks about it on the regular

•imagine his shock when he walks in the door and sees you standing before him with a cake and some black and red decorations displayed around the kitchen

•oh my god y/n he is in LOVE. he was already in love with you but now he’s more than 110% sure that you’re the one

•the fact you even remember his birthday just warms his heart. he doesn’t really know how to act.

•if he could cry he would.

•give him materials for mask making and he is just over the moon. he loves you so much and is so thankful that you’re his s/o

•just a party consisting of the two of you is good enough for him. he just loves you

jason vorhees

•hes only had a few actual birthday parties and they were always thrown by his loving mother. it’s been a looong time since he’d had anything like that

•he won’t really expect anything from you. he’s not hard pressed on a party and the last he wants to do is force you

•throw a party for him and he will be absolutely whipped. he loves you so much

•he just won’t know how to act. the entire day he will be on cloud nine. just bubbly and excited

•jason doesn’t need presents. your presence is enough <3

•if you were to get him something oh my god he’d marry you. anything you get him he will cherish it. it means so much more than you could ever understand

•jason doesn’t eat cake but if you got something he will eat it with you. he enjoys blowing the candles out !!

•and presents?? ohhh my god he will lose it. it doesn’t matter what it is he will love it and cherish it with everything in him.

•goes to bed happy !!

billy loomis

•he doesn’t like his birthday. like at all. he doesn’t really celebrate it

•stu realized how much happier he is with you so he decides to throw a party for billy with your help of course.

•together the two of you planned out a small little get together with a few friends from school

•when the day of his birth rolls around he’s shocked to see anyone there. he’s a bit upset that you guys didn’t tell him but you and stu mean well

•won’t have any fun until everyone is gone and it’s just you and him.

•he’s so glad you remembered his day even if he doesn’t show it well.

jason dean

•he will act nonchalant. he’s too cool for birthday parties

•inside his twisted mind though he is overjoyed that you even remembered his special day.

•since he doesn’t like parties it will most likely just be the two of you.

•he doesn’t want you to say happy birthday but hw doesn’t mind presents. sweets and knives are his favorite things to receive

•honestly he doesn’t give a fuck about his birthday but since you care he puts on an act just for you.

•he’ll help you with anything you need to do despite your protests.

•he wants to bake a cake with you y/n :)

thomas hewitt

•his family never really celebrated birthdays. obviously charlie hoyt threw himself a little celebration every year but never anything big

•he will cry. actual sobbing ensues. just the fact you took your time to say happy birthday to him is more than enough.

•give him a little present and he’s done for. he’s just over the moon.

•it doesn’t help that you planned a little celebration with all his family. he’s just so in love with you y/n.

bo sinclair + vincent sinclair

•the sinclair children were never too keen on birthday parties. not really for any reason they just ..don’t like them

•it’s rare for them to celebrate anything actually. holidays and stuff are forgotten. it’s a very busy household.

•lester wants to plan a party and ropes you into it. he knows the boys won’t be mad if you’re involved.

•it’s really hard to make it a surprise since it’s only the four of you.

•lester makes a bunch of food for the party. you’re in charge of decor.

•getting bo out of the house was easy but vince not so much. you told him the house was on fire and he still wouldn’t leave

•once he’s out you and lester set up.

•the boys come back and they’re absolutely surprised. vince is close to tears and bo is speechless.

•it ended up being tons of fun. they boys were so appreciative of the two of you.

carrie white

•she is drawn to tears in an instant. you did all this just for her ?

•don’t make it a huge surprise though she isn’t a fan of that. she’d rather have something small.

•will thank you and try to pay you back in anyway she can

•honestly just a little sit down dinner is perfect for her

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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Hi, I was watching 4x17 and an idea popped into my head: Have you ever thought about how Emily would react if her daughter had a problem like hers in Rome?

We know why she didn't talk to her mom about it, but emily in any story, as a mom she's extraordinary.

You are a fabulous writer and you have such a beautiful way of representing the hotchner/prentiss family that I immediately thought of you for that idea.

Ok...I haven't been able to stop thinking about this in days. Thank you so much for giving me this idea, and I hope that you'll think I did it justice <3

-x-

Parallel

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Teenage Pregnancy, Abortion. These subjects are the entire theme of this fic, so please keep that in mind.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily hated using time at home, the time she liked to reserve for her family, to do paperwork. There was so much of it at the moment, between her role as Section Chief and the class she ran at the academy, that she had no choice. It’s how she finds herself in her home office on a weekday, playing catch up as Aaron entertained the kids.

Florence, Ren as they had called her from the days just after she was born, was 17 now, so she largely entertained herself. Between her homework, the AP classes she was taking, and the time she spent with her boyfriend Blake, Emily felt like she rarely saw her. She knew was home this evening, had seen her car out front when she got home, and she was looking forward to spending time with her.

Benjamin, their little Ben, was 11. The child they hadn’t expected, the test coming up positive when Emily was sure she was past being able to have children - her lack of a period initially put down to the menopause starting. Aaron always said their son was her through and through, fiercely caring but fearless. He still loved spending time with his parents, something Emily cherished, knowing from experience that was something the teenage years would take from her. Like they had with Florence, and with Jack who was now away at college.

She hears a knock on her office door, and it makes her roll her eyes slightly.

“You don’t have to knock,” she yells, wondering which member of her family was seeking her out, “you can just come in.”

“Mom, can I talk to you?” Florence asks, closing the door to the home office as she walks in. Emily nods as she finishes up the paperwork she’s on, wanting to ensure she can give her daughter her full attention. “Promise you won’t get mad.”

“Well I can’t make that pr-” Emily chuckles as she puts her pen down but cuts herself off as she looks up, her daughter’s distress immediately obvious. Florence loved doing her hair and make-up, expressing herself through her appearance in an entirely different way from how Emily had at her age. Her dark hair, usually in its natural waves around her shoulders, shiny and sleek, was thrown up in a bun on top of her head, tendrils around her face. Her face was free of make-up, and her eyes were red, the skin underneath scrubbed raw, a clear sign she’d been crying. She was in sweats and a t-shirt, her arms tight around herself as if she was holding herself together. “Ren, honey, what’s wrong?”

Emily stands quickly and rounds the desk. Florence throws herself at her the second she’s by her side, her arms tight around her as she buries her face in her mother’s shoulder, her hands tightly fisting in her shirt. Emily’s concern heightens even further. Her usually reserved daughter, who had always been much more like Aaron on that front, didn’t do this. She always came to Emily for advice, for help, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her break down like this.

She wraps her arms around Florence, one hand buried in her hair and the other rubbing comforting circles on her back.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl,” she says, kissing the side of her head, her daughter's sobs only increasing, “I’m here.” She looks over to the couch they keep in the home office, only a few paces away from them. “Let’s sit down, ok?”

Florence nods, but barely detaches herself from her as they make it to the couch, curling up into Emily’s side in a way she hadn’t since she was a little girl. Emily knows she won’t get anything out of her until she’s calmed down, so she sits there, whispering words of comfort against her daughter's forehead as she cries in her arms.

Emily isn’t sure how long they sit there, but she’s grateful that neither Aaron nor Benjamin seek her out, aware that Florence had sought her out for a reason. That whatever this was, whatever was wrong, was something she didn’t want to discuss with someone else.

“I’m sorry,” she says against Emily’s neck, pulling back as she sniffs, wiping at her cheeks.

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Emily says, wiping another tear from her cheek, “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Florence’s lower lip trembles, “I…I’m scared you’ll be mad.”

It was another red flag for Emily, her anxiety ramping up even further. Ever since she was small, Florence had always been fearless, something Aaron said she got from her. It had started when she’d learnt how to walk, immediately trying to run and jump off of things, making her parents follow her around with a close eye.

“Ren, whatever it is we can figure it out, ok?” She says encouragingly, and Florence sniffles, looking down at her lap as she squeezes her eyes shut.

“I’m…” her voice cracks and Emily reaches for her hand, squeezing it tightly, “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Emily is sure the world comes to a stop. Everything narrowed down to this moment, the devastation in her teenager's eyes, her words reverberating around them.

It was everything she had never wanted for her children, to experience what she had gone through at such a young age. She’d always tried to make sure they talked about sex in a positive way in their home, birth control was something they had discussed as soon as it felt appropriate.

She sucks in a breath, her only visible reaction, and it’s enough to calm her, to put her own feelings aside, nothing more important to her in that moment than her little girl.

“I was being so careful, I promise,” Florence continues, her words tripping over each other, everything she has clearly been keeping caged in her chest pouring out, “I’ve been on the pill since you took me to the doctor, and I made Blake use a condom every time, but…one broke and I thought it was ok but…” she trails off, her words dissolving into sobs again. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Emily pulls her into a hug, shushing her as she tries to calm her down again, “You don’t have to be sorry,”

Florence pulls away enough to look at her, “I told Blake and he broke up with me,” she says through her tears, “He just fucking broke up with me, like I mean nothing. Like this isn’t half his fault.”

Emily clenches her teeth, fury flooding through her veins in a way it hadn’t in years, her anger so palpable she could feel it thrumming beneath her skin.

“He doesn’t matter right now,” Emily says, forcing out the kindest words she could about the teenager she had never been a big fan of anyway, “You’re all that matters to me. How long have you known?”

“A couple days,” Florence replies, wiping at her cheek again, her tears constantly falling, “I don’t want to be pregnant, Mom. I don’t want a baby.”

“Well, you have options,” Emily says calmly, memories of her own past, those lonely days in Rome leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, “You don’t have to continue with the pregnancy if you don’t want to.”

Florence fiercely shakes her head. “I don’t want to, I looked it up. There’s a clinic about 30 minutes away.”

Emily blows out a steady breath, the thought of her daughter, scared and alone and looking up abortion clinics a little too close to home.

“Ok, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me.” Emily says, squeezing her daughter's hand tightly, waiting until she nods in response, “Is this what you want? Or is it because of how Blake reacted?” She asks carefully, “Because if you want to have the-”

“No,” Florence says, shaking her head fiercely, wiping at her cheeks with her spare hand, “I already decided I didn’t want it, he just didn’t give me the chance to explain before he dumped me,” she sobs again, and Emily has never been more sure she wants to find a teenage boy and give him a piece of her mind, “I don’t want a baby, Mom, I’m 17. I want to go to college, and become a lawyer and…I want you and Dad to be proud of me.”

“Honey, we’d be proud of you no matter what,” Emily says automatically, the words easy because they were true, “So you’re sure?”

“Yes,” she replies, “I’m sure.”

Emily smiles tightly and nods at her, “Ok. So we’ll need to take you to a clinic, they’ll do a couple of tests to confirm you’re pregnant, and then we’ll go from here. Depending on how far along you are it could be taking a few pills,” she pauses, waits for Florence to nod in agreement before she carries on, “We need to tell your dad first.”

Any of the tension that had leaked out of the teenager's body at sharing her secret with her mother returns in a second, her eyes wide.

“Mom, no, please he’ll be so angry.”

Emily cups her cheek, stroking gently at her skin. “He’ll be angry, love, but not at you,” she knows that’s true, that all of her husband’s fury would be directed at the teenage boy who had broken their daughter’s heart, and let her down when she needed him the most.

She was sure she’d have to convince him not to kill him, although she wasn’t entirely convinced she wasn’t going to do it herself yet.

“He’ll notice something is wrong, you know we can’t get anything past him. We don’t have to tell anyone else, but we can’t lie to him.”

On some level, it felt selfish. Because she knew she needed Aaron to know for her sake as well as their daughter’s. This wasn’t something she could bear alone. Florence needed her support, but Emily needed Aaron’s.

Florence nods eventually, “Can you tell him?”

“Yes, honey. I’ll tell him.”

___

Aaron’s reaction is exactly what she expects.

His fury is immediate, and completely aimed at the teenage boy who had sat at their dining table only a week before. She had to tell him to calm down, her voice at a whisper as she thought of Florence fast asleep just up the hall. He understood and took a deep breath before he turned into the man he always had been. Stoic and supportive.

The following morning he’d hugged Florence the moment she walked into the kitchen, his arms wrapped tightly around her, something she returned just as fiercely.

Benjamin knew something was going on, the mood in the house was clear even to him. They explained that Florence was sick, and that she’d be off of school for a few days. He ran to his room to get her his favourite teddy, a battered-looking thing that was barely in one piece.

She took it gratefully from him and hugged her little brother, the only person who was allowed to call her Flo, before Aaron drove him to school.

It takes a couple of days to get an appointment at the clinic, and they were some of the longest days that the Hotchner household had ever experienced.

Emily holds her daughter’s hand tightly as they make the short journey from the car to the clinic, never wavering in her support. Aaron is just behind them, glaring at any protesters they pass, channelling all of his anger into his expression as he practically dares them to say anything to them.

Emily never leaves Florence’s side once, providing the support, the love, that she would never admit she’d craved from her own mother all those years ago.

___

Emily tucks Florence into her bed, securing the comforter around her like she hadn’t since she was small. Florence lets her, basking in the comfort from her mother, the help she’d given her over the last few days.

“You have your heating pad,” Emily says as she sits on the edge of the bed, “and I’ve put your painkillers in your bathroom if you need to take any more in the night, ok?” She gets a nod in response, the pain clear on her daughter’s face, and she smiles tightly, “Like the doctor said, it will hurt for a few days, similar to your period.”

“Thanks,” she says, holding Benjamin’s childhood teddy close, her fingers playing with the frayed fur.

“If you need anything just come to our room,” Emily says, and Florence nods in agreement. She leans forward and kisses her daughter’s forehead, and she goes to stand, only to be stopped by the teenager's hand grabbing hers.

“Mom, how do you know so much about all of this?” Florence asks carefully, her eyes searching her mother’s. “You just…seem to know a lot.”

Emily sighs, closing her eyes briefly as she tries to gather herself. It was the conversation she never wanted to have. Aaron was the only person who knew, and she’d wanted it to stay that way. But she found herself wanting to tell her, a grim thing that they had in common now, the one thing she wished she would never have to share with her daughter.

“Well,” she says, looking at Florence, “it happened to me too,” she watches as the girl’s eyes widen slightly, and she reaches out for her their hands linking together on the comforter, “I was a little younger than you, and a little further along.”

“Mom,” Florence breathes out, “That’s…what did Grandma say?”

Emily chuckles mirthlessly at that, “I didn’t tell her,” she replies, “she never knew.”

“So you were alone?” Florence asks, sadness flooding her eyes as it had so frequently over the last few days.

“I had a friend with me…but yes. I was alone.”

Florence sits up, pulling Emily into a hug, her arms wrapped tightly around her. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Mom.”

“It’s ok sweetheart,” Emily replies, turning her head to kiss her daughter’s temple before she pulls away to look at her, “It was a long time ago.”

“I’m really glad I have you,” Florence says, her lips trembling a little, “I’m glad you’re my mom.”

Emily doesn’t know how to reply to that so she simply hugs her again, having to slowly breathe out to stop herself from crying when Florence’s arms wrap tightly around her.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

Emily stays until Florence falls asleep, stroking her hair like she did when she was little. Days she yearned for now, when things were simpler and everything could be fixed with a hug and assurances of her love. Emily sneaks out of the room, gently closing the door as she blows out a shaky breath.

She can hear Aaron in Benjamin’s room, gentle reassurances to the young boy that his older sister would be ok muffled by the wall and closed door. Emily walks to the master bedroom, her legs feeling heavy as she goes. She sits on the edge of the bed and heaves in a breath, her lungs not quite filling correctly.

A sob escapes her before she can stop it, her hand coming up to cover her mouth to muffle it, not wanting to wake up her daughter or worry her son. She can’t control it, the emotions she has pushed down, her little girl’s feelings the most important thing to her over the last few days, suddenly flooding out of her, breaching the dam she had hidden them behind. Her own sadness that her daughter was going through this was successfully ignored as she ensured that she had the support she needed. The support Emily had so desperately craved herself when she was in the same situation.

“Em, is she-” Aaron cuts himself off as he walks into the bedroom, his eyes meeting hers as she looks up, the image of him blurred by the tears she had choked back since Florence had fallen asleep in her lap that first night. He closes the door behind himself and walks towards the bed quickly, “Oh, sweetheart.”

He sits next to her and immediately pulls her into his arms, and she shifts so she can press her face into his neck, her hands grasping at his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” she chokes out, her words barely discernible against him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Emily,” he says, fiercely kissing the side of her head as he rubs comforting circles on her back, “Nothing at all.” The only response she is capable of is another sob into his neck, and Aaron holds her a little tighter. “You’re ok, I’ve got you.”

She cries until she feels like she can’t anymore, everything she hadn’t allowed herself to feel all coming out at once.

“I wanted better for her, Aaron.” She says as she pulls away, another sob escaping, “I wanted her to have better than I did.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his finger under her chin so he can tilt her head to look up at him, “she does have better, she has you for a mother,” Emily chokes on a sound that was halfway between a sob and a laugh, and he furrows his brow at her, “It’s true.”

“You have to say that, you’re my husband,” she replies, wiping at her cheek, her tears burning her skin.

“Emily, she came straight to you,” he says firmly, but carefully, his love for her as apparent as it always was, “she came to you because she knew she could, because she knows you love her. That’s all we can do for any of them.”

Emily nods before she leans into him again, her forehead pressed into his shoulder. “It doesn’t make it feel any easier.”

“I know it doesn’t,” he strokes his hand up and down her back, “I know this must have been hard for you,” she tenses in his arms, and she knows he feels it, his hold on her getting firmer.

“I told her,” Emily replies, looking up at him, “Ren asked me about it, asked why I knew so much…so I told her.” It surprises him, and she can see it. His eyes sparkling with it, his own emotions about the last few days hidden just below the surface. “It felt like the right thing to do.”

Aaron simply nods at her, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She knows what he means. If she wants to talk about the last few days, the similarities to her own experiences when she was a child. The differences. How this felt like a fresh wound on top of an old one.

“Not yet,” she answers, smiling tightly at him. “But soon.”

He accepts it, just like he always did, and he leans forward to press a quick kiss to her lips before he hugs her tightly again.

“Everything will be ok, Em.”

Her slight smile is hidden in the material of his shirt, and she breathes him in. The comforting scent that always reminded her of him, of home. Of their family.

Of hope.

“I know.”

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Unearth My Heart Chapter 4 (Jason Todd/Reader)

Summary: Y/n says her final goodbyes, and her mental state takes a drastic turn, luck seems to be favoring her, but only for a moment. Warnings: Angst, violence Word Count: 3.1k Taglist: @mxsmwndr SERIES MASTERLIST

There was no wake, but the funeral was open casket. It was unexpected from Bruce, who seemed to be becoming less man and more bat with the rise and fall of the moon. She was convinced that there would have been no funeral at all if this new Bruce had anything to say about it, he seemed more inclined to just shove Jason in a box and throw some dirt on top, no service necessary. She silently praised and thanked Alfred, who she was certain played a hand in ensuring Jason had a proper sending-off. These thoughts were present, yet somehow indistinguishable from the bombardment of others in her mind as she stared down at the casket before the service. She had shown up early, wanting to say goodbye to him on her own, with her own words, that she was convinced she would be unable to muster up in the presence of others, this was between them, soulmates unfated and unblessed. Her hand was elevated, the tips of her middle and ring finger resting atop a dainty necklace that hung just below her collarbones. The chain was black, the shine a near perfect match to her tears. In her other hand she delicately grasped a note. The handwriting, though looking as if it had been scribbled, was most likely written with the utmost care and patience, it wasn’t his fault his penmanship was so terrible. She lifted it up and reread it.

Y/n, I was looking through these little shops, the whole town is full of artists, and saw this necklace. They had a bunch of ones like it, but with other gem combinations and some bracelets too, I got a bracelet for myself, and the necklace is obviously for you. I know it might seem a bit dramatic, but I like the idea of us having something matching, especially where they have both of our birthstones on each of them. I hope you like it!

Xoxo Jason

He always was dramatic, and a total romantic, but it was cute, and she would love and cherish any evidence of his life. Tucking the note into her clutch, which also held the photo he dropped, she turned her full attention back to him.

“I bet if this were a book, you’d love the irony of it all. I mean, two people finally confess to each other and one dies before they can even go on a date? That sounds like something out of a real budget movie.” She chuckled halfheartedly, her face falling quickly after. “Thank you for the necklace, I love it. I love you.” She paused, doing her best to collect herself. “I found the bracelet you mentioned in your note. I thought you might want it. I hope I’m not wrong.” Sniffling, she took the leather band out of her clutch and gazed at it, the leather was a solid black, and in the center, were two small gems, their birthstones, and on either side of the stones were two small silver beads, matching her necklace. Taking a breath, she reached forward and lifted his left hand, rolling his suit sleeve back ever so slightly to slip on and tighten the bracelet, before rolling the sleeve back down and adjusting the cuff. “It looks good on you, very handsome.” She paused again, as she often did while talking to him in that moment. “If you were still alive, I think I might hit you with an ‘I told you so,’ but given the circumstances, it doesn’t seem all that appealing. I already miss you so much, I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on, it feels like my whole world has stopped,” she was sobbing now, the tears uncontrollable and unstoppable. “Which makes sense, because it has, because you have. I- I can’t do this! I can’t keep going without you! You- you’re my everything, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to heal from this! I don’t even know if I want to. All I know is that I want you back.” She stood there for minutes, crying, the makeup she had so carefully applied in his honor smudged, running, and ruined. After what seemed like much longer than it was, she collected herself, dabbed at her eyes, and placed her hand on top of his, leaning down so that her lips hovered just above his. “I love you.” She leaned farther, and gently pressed her lips to his, as if letting all her love flow to him would somehow revive him. The kiss lasts seconds, before she lifted up just the slightest bit, speaking again. “I will always love you, Jason.” And with that she stood up, gently stroked his cheek with her thumb, and then walked away, going to hide away until the funeral officially started.

The ceremony dragged on and on, and though she wanted him to have a proper goodbye, she hated being there for it. There weren’t many people there, it was a small, private, family event. She stood there, with Alfred and Dick on either side of her, and Babs on Dick’s other side. She didn’t know Babs super well, since her main interactions with the family revolved around vigilantism, but she seemed nice, and from the few interactions they had Y/n could tell that she liked her. Though she knew him a little bit more than she did Babs, Dick was also fairly mysterious to her. They hadn’t had many interactions due to the amount of time he spent in Bludhaven, but Jason always spoke highly of him, so she figured he must be a good guy. Jason usually had good judgement, even if not recently, or when it came to his safety. Bruce was noticeably absent, hiding from his feelings, hiding from reality. After longer than she thought tolerable, the service ended, yet her feet were rooted in the dirt, unable to carry her away. She stood alone, silent, feeling as if the rain was chiseling away at her body. It was only a matter of time before she eroded, she thought, for her heart still laid with him, and if his soon-to-be decomposition spread to it, she knew she would follow suit. It had been raining since before the funeral, even the heavens mourning his death, weeping on his behalf, hiding her own tears. She saw the droplets hit the ground, but the sensation of the water on her skin had stopped. Glancing upwards, she discovered that an umbrella was being held above her head. Her eyes followed the hand that held it up the arm, and to the face, finding Alfred smiling at her softly, offering as much solace as one grieving person can to another. “Alf.” She murmured, her tears not stopping.

“Miss.” He replied, nodding at her. “I think you had better come inside now.” She shook her head, her lips forming a pitiful frown. “I know you want to be here with him, dear, but I can assure you that the last thing Master Todd would want is for you to catch a cold.” Her eyes turned back to the headstone, gazing longingly. She walked forward, her feet finally free, and placed a small kiss atop the headstone, her tears accompanying the lipstick. Turning, she walked back under the umbrella, facing the manor. She gave him a barely noticeable nod, and with that the began their trek back inside. Upon swinging open the door, he spoke to her again. “Now you head on up to you room, and I will be there shortly with a towel and some tea, alright?” She gave another nod and walked away. The rain hadn’t been heavy, and her clothes weren’t all that wet, just a bit damp, so she didn’t really see the point of the towel, but she didn’t have the energy to argue, and so she kept walking. Her footsteps stopped before she reached her bedroom, however, as the door to Jason’s was cracked just enough for her to look in and be hit with another wave of melancholy and loss. Pushing the door open farther, she was almost scared to enter. But her need to feel as though he was still with her outweighed any fear, and she padded softly into the room, breathing in his lingering scent. Slowly, she stalked over to the bed, sitting on its edge only for a moment before she broke down. Collapsing in on herself, her tears began again, this time accompanied by wails and screams of agony. She pulled her knees to her chest and began roughly scratching at her upper arms, nails digging in deep, almost drawing blood, leaving white streaks in their wake. Her head fell, his smell enveloping her bittersweet. The light from the doorway lessened, a shadow cast over her, and when she looked up, there he was again. The old man stood before her with a cup of tea and a towel, as promised, gazing down at her sadly. Silently, he placed the tea down on the nightstand and took a seat beside her, the towel discarded by his side. She threw herself on to him, her face burrowed in his lap, fingers grasping his pantleg, the fabric absorbing her tears. Startled for a moment, he placed a gentle hand on her heaving back, rubbing large, slow circles. He spoke no words, just sitting there, letting her cry into him. He was strong, she would later acknowledge, for he could not only function, but comfort her as well, when she knew all too well that he was feeling a very similar kind of loss. When the sobs subsided a bit, and her breathing calmed, she rolled to look up at him.

“Alf, I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep going. It’s only been a few days and I already feel like I’m the dead one.” Her confession was followed by a sniffle. Alfred lifted his hand to stroke her hair.

“Something that you’ll realize with age, is that life is not about knowing, or moving on and forgetting about hardships, but it is rather about learning how to live with our pain, without letting it win and overtake us, it is about learning to find joy despite our pain.” Her eyelids drooped; her eyebrows scrunched. If there was any rational part of her brain active in that moment, she might have agreed, but all that was there was her sadness, and so she heard his words, absorbed them to save for later, when they might mean something to her, but as she laid there, they held no weight, empty of definition. “It hurts now, dear, and it will hurt later, but not nearly as much, I promise.” And as a few last rogue tears dropped from her bottom lashes, she sat up, his hand moving from her back to her shoulder. She reached for the tea and took a sip. It had long since gone cold, but she turned down Alfred’s offer of a new cup, opting to sit there with a cold cup than to lose his comfort even for a moment. Cold tea was preferable to loneliness any day. Though she drank slowly, trying to hold on to the moment, so tired and scared of the world’s continuous turning, it was inevitable, and when the liquid had vanished from the porcelain, they stood, the butler taking the cup, and her the towel, as they walked two different directions. She was far from healed, but she did feel better, even if only a little bit.

The next few weeks were all spent the same. She would wake up around noon, grab a small plate of food, and bring it out to his grave to pick at throughout the day. Though she would only eat half of it. The other half, in her mind at least, was his, and when the day came to an end and she left it outside for him, she would feel a sliver of joy upon finding out the next ay that the food was gone. It was, undoubtedly, animals eating it, but it made her feel like he was still there, still breathing, just more shy than he had been. She had stopped going to school, had fought tooth and nail to sit by his grave from just after sunrise to far past sunset. She would talk somedays, listen others. Sometimes Dick would come outside and sit by her, but it didn’t make much of a difference to her. Watching her cycle became painful to everyone involved, and it took only a couple of weeks before a certain proactive butler had to do something about it. The next morning came, and she walked into the kitchen right on schedule, looking as depressed as she had since the burial. She nodded and hummed at Alfred, the most of a greeting he had been able to get out of her up until then. But that morning, he was determined to receive words.

“Good morning, Miss Y/n.” His voice was steady and firm, he was the only constant in the manor since the loss of Jason, and that was reflected in his every mannerism. Her eyes flitted over to him, offering only prolonged eye contact and a slow blink as a response. Once she was sure he understood her acknowledgement, she began filling her small plate with various snacks. “I need to ask a favor of you.” She paused her movements, only for a moment, showing that she had heard him, then continued. Out of her peripheral, she saw him reach into his pocket and retrieve a folded piece of paper. Extending to note to her, he began to explain. “I need you to run to the store and pick up some things for me. I have my hands full today, and I think you could use the time out of the manor.” She froze again, slowly looking at the paper being held out to her. Apprehension shone bright in her eyes before she finally spoke. Her voice was small, barely there, as it shook and cracked like that of someone who had spent an exponential time crying.

“I want to spend the day with Jason.” Unlike her voice, her face was firm, and there was a wavering in Alfred’s gaze, his hand lowering just a fraction. He knew her pain, but he knew even more how unhealthy her routine was for her mental state. He placed the list down on the kitchen island in front of her and gave it a little pat. “After you run the errand, you can spend the rest of the day with him, alright?” Relenting with a sigh and downcast eyes, she agreed, grabbing the note, and looked through the list. It was a basic collection of groceries and household items, and she figured the trip would be quick enough. Reaching into his pockets once more, Alfred handed her a credit card, smiling and thanking her for her help.

The sun seemed brighter, though not in a nice way. Its rays seemed to permeate her very being, and there was too much going on around in her surroundings. It was her first time going out since his death, and she was convinced that her own death wouldn’t be far off if she had to stay out much longer. The hood tugged down over her face did little to hide her, and her only comfort was seeing that there were only three items left on the list. Pushing the cart as fast as she could while still moping, which, in actuality, wasn’t all that fast. She was just reaching for the detergent when her attention was drawn to the front doors, which had just been blown off their hinges by an explosion. She heard him before she saw him, and his laugh had her frozen. The sound was ringing in her ears, bouncing around in her skull. Maybe Jason was looking out for her from the other side, maybe he had heard her when she told his gravestone how much she dreamed of maiming the clown that put him there. She figured that he must have, because not only was the Joker standing only about fifty feet from her, but just next to the detergent she had been reaching for was the kitchen supplies, including knives and scissors. Though she was seething and seeing red, there was a clarity in the back of her mind, and using the chaos and fear of those around her as distraction, she subtly backed up her cart, grabbed a large knife and some scissors, and used them to open one another, slipping out of her shoes to add stealth when she saw her opportunity. The Joker was alone, or so he seemed to be, and once he had turned away from her, she took her chance and began to sprint. When she was merely feet from him, she lunged, shouting. Him turning around at her yell was a terrible mistake, for her knife landed in his neck, being tugged down tearing it open when they feel to the ground, her atop him. She pulled hard, ignoring his pushes, punches, and writhes, and the knife came free, only to be right back down, lower this time. The blade lodged into his chest, crushing ribs in the process, yet he only laughed, the pain seeming nonexistent to him. That didn’t cause any hesitation for her, as she kept stabbing and stabbing and stabbing. The squish and crunch, and cackles not sounding any more sickening to her than they did in her nightmares, where she saw a similar scene, only without herself.

“Give him back! Give him back, you bastard!” She screamed. At some point, the knife was knocked from her grasp, but it would take a lot more than that to get her to stop. At the loss of her weapon, she began to punch the man below her, to scratch him. She grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed his head down hard on the tile flooring, only to pull him up to meet him with a headbutt until there was a mix of their blood dripping down her face and adding to the sea of red surrounding them. The laughing stopped, and the body under her went limp, but she wasn’t given the opportunity to celebrate, or to enjoy her victory, for she looked up only to find herself surrounded by lackies, lead by a one blonde lover and sidekick of the clown. All she saw was a barrel pointed at her.

BANG!

And then everything went black.

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xxsp3llb0undxx · 2 years

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Your Life Has Only Just Begun - Cullen Clan x GN!Reader (Part 5)

This is what I was listening to while I was writing this chapter, it really helped set the mood for the process of writing the chapter. Enjoy :)

TW// Slight Panic Attack ,, Mentions Of Death ,, Blood

Summary: Reader spends the night at the Cullen house, unaware that Carlisle is the farther of their new found friends. Unable to control their emotions, something unexpected happens. Will the Cullens throw reader out like they're a monster?

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Y/n was sat in the passenger seat on Carlisle's car, the soft howls of the wind could be heard outside. Y/n looked over at Carlisle, they noticed how he didn't age, he still looked the same to them. A crease formed in between their eyebrows, y/n didn't believe he was still the same person from all those years ago; he looked too perfect, like the world froze in time for him, allowing him to age much slower than others. Y/n turned away from the middle-aged vampire, looking at the trees that passed by in a flash. Before they knew it, the car halted to a stop in front of a beautiful modern house made up of large windows. Y/n sat there in shock of how stunning the architecture was, a soft chuckle filled the once silent car, Carlisle watched as y/n's cheeks slowly turned a rosy pink; it warmed him seeing the once little child he used to spend all his time with, was now a beautiful young person with perfect pale skin and gorgeous e/c eyes full of life.

Carlisle got out of the car and walked round to the passenger side, he opened the door for y/n and held his hand out for them to hold. Once they were out of the car, Carlisle locked the doors and led y/n up the driveway to the front of the house. He opens the door to a brightly lit foyer, y/n felt at home here; as if they belonged here in this house. They walked through the foyer together, soon ending up in an open plan kitchen, y/n spotted the raven haired girl they knew as Alice Cullen; confusion evident on their face. "Y/n! It's so lovely to finally meet you!" Alice's bubbly personality made them cringe, how could someone be so happy all the time? They looked around the room and noticed the rest of the Cullens, this was the family Carlisle used to talk about?

A cough cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife. Y/n's eyes landed on Emmett, a big grin on his face, their face slowly mimicking his. The pair go in for a hug, everyone around staring at the interaction, who knew this small, anxious person would cling so much to a loud, childish vampire. Y/n felt safe in Emmett's embrace, something they lacked in their life, never being held by their mother really damaged them mentally; always thinking they would never be able to know what it was like to be loved. Yet, here they were, being held so delicately by Emmett Cullen, notoriously known as the loud, scary Cullen. The sight of his son and y/n, made Carlisle smile, he felt warm inside just by looking at how safe they both felt with each other.

Rosalie stared at the two hugging, she didn't like the attention Emmett was getting from y/n but that was only because she was jealous that she wasn't apart of it. Rosalie wanted to cherish every moment y/n would have as a human, she didn't want them to miss out on the things she did. Rosalie zoned out, when she came back to her senses she felt something trickle down her cheek. Was the roof leaking again? She brought her hand up to her face and wiped it away, not thinking much about it until she looked around at her family noticing they were all crying. But how was that possible? They weren't able to, it's been centuries since they have been able to shed any tears. Quiet sobs filled the once silent room causing Rosalie to look back at y/n and noticed dark grey smoke encasing itself around them and Emmett.

Fight or flight kicked in, Rosalie didn't even realise what she was doing until it was too late. The unconscious body of y/n was now on the floor, spots of blood splattered on the hard wood. What did she do? Panic started to course through her body, she didn't mean to hurt them, her inner monster took control before she could even think about anything else. It was an accident, she kept telling herself. Before anyone could console Rose or even ask what happened, she was gone like the wind, Emmett chasing after her. Everyone just stood there, shocked. No one knowing what to do, was y/n dead? Did Rosalie kill them? Edward was about to pick up their unconscious body but soon backed away when the smoke came back, more intense this time. The Cullens moved away from their body on the floor, perplexed about what was happening.

Y/n opened their eyes only to be met with complete darkness. Did it happen again? They thought. A sigh left their lips as they walked around the dark place. They have been here many times before, their new found gifts appeared to them on their 17th birthday; it started when they saw their mother passed out on the floor in a puddle of her own vomit. Y/n was so upset, their body slowly became ice cold and smoke flowed through their fingertips. They started to panic at what was happening, only causing the smoke to grow thicker and cover the entire floor in a dark, thick mist. Their breathing became uneven, sobs making their way up y/n's throat, restricting their airway. Soon enough, y/n collapsed on the floor beside their mother, the smoke slowly dissipating until there was nothing left.

Reliving the memory made y/n angry, seeing their mother lying there passed out, not even caring about her child's birthday. Unbeknownst to y/n, the Cullens were now all sat beside their body, which was now moved to Carlisle's office and laid down on the couch. They were all worried for y/n's wellbeing, what was that smoke? Was y/n just like them? Supernatural? Everyone but Jasper left the room, the young southern vampire sat beside the couch, protecting y/n from anyone and anything that would pose a threat to the delicate flower he saw them as. He saw a piece of himself in them, someone so very vulnerable and afraid of everything around them; he knew how it felt to be an outcast, someone everyone was a afraid of but when he looked at y/n all he saw was someone who was scared of the world and didn't know how to handle all the thoughts and feelings that were plaguing their mind.

Jasper spent the next few days beside y/n, waiting for them to wake up. Him and Edward took turns watching over them, Jasper would go hunt while Edward protected them and vice versa. Rose locked herself in her room for days on end, she didn't feed nor did she allow anyone near her in case she hurt them like she did with y/n. The Cullens were sat in the living room together discussing what they should do about everything that has happened, their conversation was cut short when Alice had a vision. Everyone waited till it was over, Edward already knowing what the raven haired girl saw due to reading her mind. Alice told everyone what she saw, Bella Swan was coming to their home, god knows how she found out where they lived but Edward had an idea who told her. Jessica Stanley.

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I hope you enjoyed chapter 5, I slowly started to have writers block half way through so I do apologise if this chapter was bad. Anyways, have a lovely day/night !!

MASTERLIST CULLENS

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so like. I can’t quite sleep just yet so I’m going to use this absolutely unreadable post to semi-liveblog/spam a bunch of snippets from the Rum Red fic Fern wrote for me for none but my own giddy gratification (and for Fern to read over later and giggle about hehe). it’s a holiday fic based on a nebulous pagan-esque Winter Solstice celebration that the Hippocampus celebrate and it’s SOOO GOODDDDD

if you know What’s Up you’ll now that Jin is very obviously afflicted with some very bad OCD lol. look how well my partner understands me... look how they SEE me... this description is so head-on :’-(((((

GIRLFRIENDS. they’re so freaking cute awajkflsf. also Fern is so frustratingly good at capturing what it’s like when I’m gumpy or have executive dysfunction and don’t wanna’ get out of bed >:-(((((

fucking. pats you

sometimes. you and your girlfriend share a psychic link and that makes things very confusing when you try to overthink things :-/

fdbshfsb Bubbles like ohhh noo.. what a shame... I’m in so much pain.. guess ah’ cannae make it ta the celebrations :-/// ye’ll have te go on without’ me..... yarr

Timmy continues to be the worst person alive ajkflsjd. or dead

it is fucking on SIGHT with these two JKWLAJFKLAJSF

this whole paragraph is so freaking much to me. it’s everything. (also just in case, the ‘gay’ here is just referring to Jherald energetically and not literally, lol)

she loves her little brother so much AHDJAHSDKAL.

I can’t screenshot it but I also want to note that there’s a part where Gringle gets gifted some chamomile tea for his anxiety and he starts sobbing with gratitude. wreck of a man

SO MEAN WBHFEHJB. SHE’S SO SHORT SHE CAN’T SEE. SHE CAN’T EVEN DEFEND HERSELF. the way this cuts off here is also incredibly good

THERE’S A SCENE WHERE BABS TIMMY & LOCHY DO A HAPPY EXCITED LIL’ FRIENDSHIP CIRCLE DANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRRRRRRRRR GOES INSANE BARK BRAK ABARK BARKB ABKR

love that she can just... climb right on up there. also good for you Sly you celebrate that ritual!!!! yeah!!!!!!

(after throwing some sacrificial wine into the ocean) Lacey, of course, gets the best fucking lines in the fic ajfdksljfa. all is right with the world

ALSO ALSO!!!!!!!!!!!!! they all play Twister together and look how fucking sad this is ajfdkls Babs............ no

I can’t say this one either but for Fern’s sake: [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]’s friendship makes me bury my face and scream AHGHHH!!!!!

also just for Fern’s sake: the entire exchange. You Know The One. god. it could make me cry. I’m going to think about it forever. these two are so messed up and you write them so well and my heart is Broken in the best of ways. also he’s so fucking awkward askldjfdlskadjf someone help him

INSANELY cute. how is this legal

and THEN they finish up the festivities with this just...... breathtakingly beautiful communial ritual, with this GORGEOUSLY poetic and profound poem piece Fern wrote about.. making a home in a life of uncertainty and powerlessness with those you love, and finding trust and warmth in that..... HHHGHHHHGH. I’m going to.... cherish it so so incredibly much!!!!!! OCD therapy fic of all time :’-///

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#rum red #big........... happy sigh........................... ❤❤❤❤❤#I am so lucky and so grateful for this person.

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part six of my playlist analysis!!

part 1 <;- part 2 <- part 3 <- part 4 <- part 5 <- BACK TO THE SOUP WITH YEE

la seine - vanessa paradis no fucking clue what theyre saying but lockwood does idk he just knows french i feel it in my bones. he taught lucy the girls part and they sing it together. he didnt tell her wtf it meant hto and i think thats funny.

merry go round of life - nuvo orchestra THEY DANCE TO IT IN THE KITCHEN LATE AT NIGHT WHEN GEORGE IS ASLEEP SO THEY DONT WAKE HIM WAILS SOBS CRIES. father - the front bottoms do i remember lockwoods canon relationship with his late father? no!! have i decided he has daddy issues?? yes!! (other than his dad being. dead. yk) young girl a - siinamota go look up the english lyrics. have fun. :) a match into water - pierce the veil we've seen how protective lockwood is of lucy, now what if someone almost killed her? think about that for a little bit smile. faster car - loving caliber this is about to give some people fucking WHIPLASH. im not even gonna explain this one cuz i wanna see how many people get it. its only sex - car seat headrest this song is just me projecting onto lockwood so im not. gonna vent here LMAOO laugh till i cry - the front bottoms more lockwood being reckless after lucy left? methinks yes. meteor shower - cavetown (i dont support or even like cavetown all that much i just have an emotional attachment to this song dont kill me please) RHHHGHGHGHFH THIS SONG IS SO CUTE ITS SO THEM ITS SO DOMESTIC AND SILLY JUST IMAGINE IF THE PROBLEM DIDNT EXIST AND THEY COULD GO OUT INTO A FIELD AT NIGHT (if they lived somewhere were feilds existed obv) AND LOOK AT THE STAIRS IM ACTIVELY SOBBING. ribs - lorde this song puts me into an immense state of grief everytime i hear it because it has one of those "nostalgia for something that never existed vibes" and i cherish it so dearly for that and it just gives them vibes. it fits their trio so well (i love holly but she doesnt exist yet here). alien blues - vundabar this is self explanatory i think. come a little closer - cage the elephant this one is similar to ribs for me. where is my mind - the pixies soft nighttime vibes reading together before snuggling up and going to bed <33. its ok i wouldnt remember me either - crywank lockwood thinking about death and how much he has to work with death just knowing jess is right there :( its one of those days when he just cant. get out of bed. luce and george always help him through those days, but its still hard.

memento mori - crywank same thing slightly different font. creature - half.alive uhh fuck you [throws religious trauma at lockwood] my alcoholic friends - the dresden dolls angry lockwood, but not anyone in particular, just angry at the system and the way it treats kids. because its a fucking nightmare and i hate the government. two birds - regina spektor owie owie owie norrie and lucy but the one who stayed didnt have a choice :(. i love you so - the walters rrhhfhhfhfhfhd angst angst angst theyre both feeling like their to much so they both start distancing when literally all they want is to be in the others arms but they cant because theyre afraid. goodbye, my danish sweetheart - mitski i love this song sm its so lucy idek why its just. her. cigarettes & feelings - the haunt absolutely locklyle skirting around talking about their feelings for WAYYY to long. perfume - lovejoy ouch lockwood constantly smelling lucys perfume wherever he goes after she leaves, he sees her shadow everywhere, thinks he sees her out of the corner of his eyes, but shes not there. its all futile! its all pointless! - lovejoy lockwood and his suicidal-ness just thinking for to long about how long he has to live and how hard it will all be. ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees lockwood ranting to lucy late at night with her hands in his hair just listening to him talk about random shit but theyre together so its ok. snakes - mccafferty i have a slight mccafferty problem can you tell? i dont even know it feels like another just 'them talking' song. the house with no doorbell - mccafferty this entire song is so lockwood coded i will die on this hill. drop from our windows - mccafferty same as the last one. fentanyl - mccafferty i dont actually really know for this one i just think its lockwood vibes. water fountain - alec benjamin what lockwood thinks is gonna happen if lucy hangs out with kipps LMAOO. this is sorta a joke but hes genuinely scared that kipps is going to steal her from him. nights like these - pigeon pit another lucy-and-lockwood-are-both-having-breakdowns-and-panic-attacks-but-seperately-wishing-they-could-be-together type beat. little lion man - mumford & sons lockwood thinking about jess -> could also be lockwood thinking about how he drove lucy away after she left. trees II - mccafferty jesus i have a mccafferty problem. 'i need you more than you need me' NO YOU BOTH NEED EACHOTHER AND YOU DONT RELAIZE IT BECAUSE YOURE TOO BUSY BEING SCARED OF OPENING UP TO THE OTHER ONE DAMMIT. twin size mattress - the front bottoms yk i had to. lockwood is an angsty lad we know he aboslutely loves tfb. aesthetic? (more like ass-pathetic) - panuccis pizza lockwood you sad sad little man. internet ruined me - wilbur soot OK I KNOW. WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. but the actual sound of it gives lockwood vibes. not the lyrics but the sound. first love/late spring - mitski this is such a lucy song come ON its so her the whole 'i was so young when i behaved 25'??? literally her. helium - glass animals its just. its so them. also kinda feels like george watching their relationship unfold and being jealus vibes WHICH IS WHY I PROPOSE QPR- [gunshots] https://open.spotify.com/track/2BlDX1yfT0ea5wo0vjCKKa?si=32f77e7933024562 <- link because i dont know japanese!! this!! song!! if you where on anime tiktok at anypoint in time you know it and you know why its here.

1983 - neon trees dancing in the kitchen vibes. little talks - of monsters and men this song makes me so distraught but its another situation with talking to the moon (bruno mars) where its lockwood talking to himself in his room, pretending hes talking to lucy. and the series goes on!! we're more than halfway through tho :D part 7 here we go!!

#lockwood and co #locklyle #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim

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"Sora....?"

"Sora?"

"Sora, I found you!"

And when Sora opens his eyes, Namine is there among the backdrop of skyscrapers framed in the room's many windows. She looks as wispy and ethereal as ever, as if a stray breeze might blow her away--he can almost see right through her, the buildings' silhouettes visible even as she moves to block them. She truly looks like the ghost she always felt like.

There's the urge to throw her barely-there arms around him, to cry as he looks at her. But Namine carefully controls the emotions roaring inside her--she buries the wish to sob so deeply in this wretched heart of hers that she drowns it. Instead, she slowly clasps her hands behind her back, regarding Sora with the same faint smile she always wears.

"I don't have much time," Namine tells him, canting her head with that mysterious, bewitching smile curled over her lips. "Right now--I'm not really here, only... a part of me is here in this Reality..."

She takes a step to him, yet still lingers a safe, reasonable distance away from him, her feet hesitating on the carpet.

"I'm dreaming in our Reality on Destiny Islands, but I found a way to skip Realities through your memories. I followed the chain here, by skipping through memories of people connected to you--they lead me here, but..."

She turns slightly away from him, regarding the sleek room and the world outside full of such tall buildings she's never seen before, they seem so impossible.

"Like I said, I don't have much time. Once I wake up in my Reality, I have to go back. If I don't, I risk becoming trapped here," she tells him softly, her tone crumbling like ash--a piece of her wants to stay, but a larger part of her knows she's needed at home. "I'll come back though, once I'm asleep again."

Her eyes are watery, like pools of watercolors bleeding together.

"Is there anything you want me to tell... Kairi? Or Riku? They've--been looking for you everywhere," she says, her smile a little more worn, sadder. She doesn't deserve any words from Sora, she's well-aware. But she's willing to carry a message for him back home to the people that truly love and cherish him--not someone like her, a witch with the powers to torment his memories... she's better like this--a messenger, a temporary fixture in his life.

A ghost from the past haunting his perfect days...

♕ - That couldn’t be. A voice so familiar, one that exemplifies the cool rush of the rolling waves of the ocean itself. For all the fortitude he managed to compact into the decision of embracing sacrifice in the name of his beloved friends, for so many to get their lives started, could there truly be a force out there that wanted to make the weight of a cruel hope to pack itself into his chest?

Except... that call of his name didn’t find itself paused, stopped or evaporated into the realms of hopeful whimsy. Being declared as found caused the annals of sleep itself to be rapidly torn away, for the hero’s eyes to open in such speed that inklings of pains snagged at it’s grip as he rises.

Try as he might to associate any semblance of balance into this moment, that desperate, thorny and hope led to him fighting through that pain, all in order to see a voice so heavily associated from the very cosmos he came from. What slams through him is a sense of joyous, pained disbelief finding that blonde field of hair that ran like angelic gold, coupled together with those very eyes that were stuck in a similar stance as his. He couldn’t believe a hope this nigh impossible.

“N.. Namine..?” No matter how much time has passed, how many conditions tethered and wrapped by countless realities and rules, burning within breast is the indomitable determination of those feelings that burned into resolve since their times set in the world of Sea and Sky. Deep down, after seeing how much care she held for people while held on the precarious balance of becoming a melded force of shadow as ethereal ivory, the decision to ensure she could have a future as bright as the hope her drawings carried..

....? Wait, what?

Sadly time wasn’t a resource that didn’t intend to be any form of kind. He could see it with the melancholic air that’s settled around her phantasmal figure. Every part of him wanted to trudge forth and immediately meet her with an embrace that practically crushes her against him. To allow her rest, refuge and also to selfishly soak in the moment they’ve reunited, the comfort of shared warmth. Yet? An alien fear settles, the magical condition of a dream, how good things could never interact with for long periods. There was a heart rumbling pain to the way her sweet smile conveys a sentiment they’ve both come to understand. All it left Sora with was the choice of enduring that burn, to keep frozen and keep those instincts of his wishes tightly leashed.

“And you managed a miracle like that?” From the way his disbelieving chuckle echoes, how that twist of sentiment bloom in such a moment..

She was incredible. Unknown feelings that slither int he darkness of his heart, the brand that remains locked and held in the light, part of him wonders dares to wonder if she could ever see these things about herself. “Namine, ..You’re amazing.”

Whereas the complexities of this metropolis, a constant hub of bustle not kissed by the blanket of night and a shimmering move above, it remained an island of lights, activity itself with the power of human ingenuity fueling those very buildings. ...And in all honesty? Sora could find himself truly caring less about any of that in this moment. It was taking everything not to accidentally disrupt the arrival of someone who became his hope through her efforts.

..What did he even do to deserve her help to this extent, truly? It was an odd question that always scratched at the back of his mind, frustration drawing forth an itchiness as if he knows... Used to know.

Bit by bit, his feet crossed that polished wood surface, his heart echoing painfully in a need to bring her over, a fear that he’s silently fraying apart the unbelievably miracle all the same. Just enough. He wanted to be at a point where the many lights outside couldn’t tear his focus away from the spirit of Namine who kept the reality of their situation brief and concise.. yet, not without it’s kindness. Being allowed the grounds of a freedom he didn’t imagine having anytime soon, it slams him into breathlessness, tinges of worried concern bubbling with the elevated pace of his heart. So many times his emotions easily knew the means to say, so why the fear now? What was this damnable concern about how much time they carried?!

“I..” There’s a pause in his thoughts while he reflects on those final moments shared way back then. Him and all his friends together, him proudly carrying a secret of limited time, enjoying the waking dream of all of them simply kicking back to enjoy a future together... Almost.

No matter the situation. Sora knew that another call was going to lead him out into the stars irregardless. No different then how Namine went through such incredible lengths to find him, to support all of them, the gratitude is river of calm that brings him an instance of peace...

“Tell them, I’m okay. Things were a bit scary for me at first... but, I’m not gonna let their faith fade away by being in real trouble, I’m holding up fine as I can manage. I found even more hope, a hero.”

”Tell them that Namine is that person. The person who braved so much to find me, and how I can’t thank her enough...” He’s inevitably and contently the first one to crack. It was a burn that felt alleviated despite the pains of it coming forth. Even his voice hovered onto the precipice due to the heaviness of a tone balancing happy tears. A single streak of heat drips down his cheek as the look he offers her was undeniably hopeful. All the same, he hates how he can’t recall what transpired for him to deserve someone like her, only left with a small leafet from a journal that describe to solely Thank Namine.

By Hearts she deserved it, and he needed to find that reason why. The original reason had to of shared.

“Could you please do that for me? I want to count on you more than anything.”

@witchofremembrance

#witchofremembrance #| Bottle Mail #-CLUTCHES CHEST-#OOOH WHEN I HAD MY OPEN MOMENT #I wanted to go absolutely all out for this ask

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disc0dild0s · 2 years

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Like Honey. ((Danny Johnson DBD x ABUSED Reader)) Oneshot

A person was humming to themself, doing their hair in the mirror and prettying themself up as a form of therapy. The person listened to their usual playlist that Jed had made for them, round-brush in hand as they did a little jig in their seat, staring at their pretty reflection in the well-lit vanity. Outside the person's window, a man sat.

For weeks he'd watched them. His next victim.

The young male sat in a tree, eyes peering down carefully, almost with a dreamy gaze. His little interest was becoming more than the obsession he thought it'd be. How he yearned to touch that soft, milky skin. To bruise them. To cherish every plea and beg for their life they'd soon throw at him. A part of him wanted them to squirm in fear,, to beg him to kill them, to end the constant feeling of being watched. The thought made him shiver in freakish delight, camera shuttering with a small click. His closet was littered with polaroidz of the unsuspecting person, chest churning at the sight of the angelic person before him. they looked so pure, so naive, so blissfully unaware of his presence. The thought sent thrilling shivers down his spine. they wouldn't know until he wanted them to. The person seemed to be in a good mood, hearing their phone ring. They picked their phone up from the counter, answering it and in a matter of seconds their smile faded. their ex had called them from some throw-away or anonymous phone just to call them insults and tell them how he never loved them. They held the phone to their ear, biting down softly on their bottom lip and beginning to cry. They hung up the phone, watching themself sob in the mirror, tear-streaks ruining their makeup. they seemed to be a very sensitive individual.

Danny's fists clenched, the sound of his leather gloves rubbing together furiously. He made a mental note to track his address, instead shuffling aggressively into his pocket, dialing their number. He moved to sit comfortably in the tree, legs swinging back and forth. The way the roof was positioned, there was no way they'd see him. He hummed, fingers tapping the cold plastic of a phone impatiently. They wiped their tears from their eyes with a tissue, dabbing at their eyes. They heard their phone ring, sniffling and looking at the name on the phone. A soft smile warmed their face, the person answered and laid on their bed, bundling up in the blankets.

"Hi, Jed.." their voice seemed much more sorrow-filled but still soft. they were stroking a singular piece of their hair comfortingly. "Is there a reason you called so late..?"

His cheeks darkened under his mask that was lifted over his mouth, a warm smile resting on his tanned face. He kicked his legs back and forth, twirling the imaginary phone cord with a gloved finger.

"Oh, y'know me. Late night sweet-tooth, wouldn't be me without one. Why do you sound so glum, cupcake?" They seemed to soften at the nickname, redness tinting their cheeks as they spoke.

"Oh, um.. Well, my ex-Fiance called from an anonymous number and started calling me a whore. He told me I was a dumb broad, a filthy piece of shit, told me he wished he had stabbed me, the norm.." they stood up, taking a box from under them vanity and going through photos. Danny, or now known as "Jed" inhaled sharply, forcing himself to take deep, shaky breaths. Danny was violent, it was in his nature, truly, but the pain in their voice arose something deep from within him.

"I can come over, buttercup."

The person bit the inside of their cheek, seeming to think on it for a minute. They messed with their sleeves, talking into the phone as they did so." Sure, you can stay the night if you'd like. It's quite dark out, wouldn't be safe.."His smile brightened under his mask, cheeks flushing ever so slightly. He rubbed the back of his neck, finger tapping the back of the phone. It was something he did when he was excited, tapping his fingers.

"Oh! Cool,, yeah,, I was actually around the corner near the liquor store, yknow, WoodsBoro' has always been kinda small. I'll be over in ten, alright Cherry Pie? I'll see you soon."

He hung up with a wide grin, dancing a little in his spot. He jumped from the tree stealthily, taking off the robes. He wasn't much to look at, not too muscular and average height with short black hair and hazel eyes. He stalled outside for a while before jogging up to the door, knocking rhythmically like he always did.

"Aye, cookiepie! You there, sweets?"

They'd put on whatever shirt they could find, adjusting it quickly and heading downstairs. The adult opened the door, immediately hugging Jed. Their knitted sweater-jacket was hanging off their shoulders and they smelled of natural rose-oil and perfume. Their shirt was a little-see through because it was white but they weren't bothered by it. They had on some fluffy pastel-blue socks to match their outfit. Their house was clean as if they didn't touch anything, well-dusted and taken care of. They had some flowers on their coffee-table next to a little pink letter that was unopened, perhaps a love-note.

"Mm, I missed you.." they pulled away from the tight hug, their eyes were a bit red from crying and yet they still looked so pretty and fragile. A porcelain doll, almost. That's what their ex told them, he told them they were pretty whenever they cried. He seemed delighted to hug back, arms wrapping around the woman. His love language had always been touch. He pulled them a little closer, nuzzling his smooth face into the crook of their neck, arms securely holding their waist

"Hey, pooki! I missed you too, honeycomb."

They seemed caught off-guard when they were pulled back into the hug, chuckling softly and hugging him back. Their face flushed red; The young adult's body burning up with timidness as they ran their hand through his soft hair. They were too-much of a pleaser to say anything about the touchiness, instead resting their palms on his chest lovingly. They caressed his cheek, thumbing away a little bit of wetness that they assumed was from the drizzle outside.

"Mh, You'll get sick in that rain, be careful. I made some sun tea if you'd like any." They closed the door behind him, locking it. He flinched, smiling a bit more genuinely down at the young woman. He looked behind him, humming to himself when he saw the flowers and note, rather proud to see them on their table. He'd been sending them little gifts as himself and not Jed to get them to know the real him more, and he was rather smug about it. He'd only hoped they'd follow the instructions of where to leave their own notes.

"I wouldn't mind some, yeah! Who're those from?

They turned a bright shade of red at the question, letting go of him and hurrying to the kitchen to pour him a nice glass of tea while they spoke.

"Some secret-but-not-secret admirer named Danny has been sending me little gifts and flowers. I'm not sure how he got my address but we leave letters for each other in a certain spot; I have yet to catch him outside my home though.." they'd set his glass down upon a knitted-coaster she made on the coffee table. The person sat on the soft couch, inviting him to sit beside em.

"It's sweet, I haven't had someone show me such care in a while. Though, I have to admit, the idea of anonymity paired with someone knowing where I live does freak me out. Even if they mean no harm, I.." They sighed, running their hands through the ends of their hair almost-nervously, taking a small breath.

"He's sweet, he's quite intelligent- at least over the writing and reminds me a bit of you in a way. It's romantic and it makes me feel nice..But there is this other guy I really like and it's conflicting because they have similarities but the only difference is that I actually only know one of these men in-person."Danny sat beside them, fingers tapping excitedly on his knee, sipping his tea with a smile. Packed with honey, naturally sweet,, He loved it. He looked at the person with smugness, fingers tapping slightly faster.

"Oh, yeah? Who is this.. other guy? And is he cute? And this Danny dude, sounds pretty cool"

They turned red, blushing the more they spoke. They eyed Jed in a way that seemed to be adding emphasis on the man they were talking about, the words rolling off of their tongue lovingly as they spoke.

"He is the nicest man I have spoken to in years and he enjoys the drinks and food I make."

They were playing with their hair while they spoke, cheesing up and getting all giddy."He makes me feel warm inside my chest, Jed..and other places too. His hair is really soft and pretty and everytime he hugs me he puts his hand on the small of my back and even though I get jumpy with touches like that it just feels right when he touches me in that way. He smells real good too, also very intelligent in his own way and even though he doesn't like to admit it; a real dorky guy. Best part of all? He likes physical affection and I need someone to get me back into that again.."They crossed one leg over the other, biting down on their lip softly as they thought of him. "He's so beautiful to me.. Jed, he can.." They cut themself off, giggling and hiding their red face in their gentle hands. "Mn.."

Danny gulped under their gaze. Mans was a bottom, there was no doubt about it. He placed his cup down with a shaky hand, laughing nervously. Danny wasn't the smartest man, but he knew flirting when it was being thrown his way. He stood, scratching his neck with a sweaty hand, face scarlet. He cleared his throat, standing.

"Hey, babes you mind showing me to the bathroom? I gotta um, yeah-" They nodded, a warm smile on their face. "There is one upstairs and one down here.." They said, leading him to the one downstairs that was down the hallway from the dining room and kitchen, it was nicely decorated and cleaned to fit the rest of the vibe of the house. The counters were marble and one of those small fog-fountains on the side. "There you go, hun.." They made their way back to the living room, hearing the doorbell ring.

"Ooooh, unexpected visitors!"

He waited in the dark, smiling when he realized they couldn't see him from this angle. When the door opened he immediately pushed them backwards, the door swinging wide open and making a loud thump against the wall. Immediately, the person was audibly crying and shaking underneath him. Out of every response; theirs were fawn, flight, and freeze.

"Hey baby, did you miss me? You thought you could get away, huh? Worthless bitch! You thought you could get away without getting hurt again? I was good to you, i'll fucking kill you." He slammed the door back, locking it and grabbing them by their hair. "Oh, really nice.. Flowers. You're a fucking whore, seeing new men already."

He raised his hand at them, about to slap them across the face. He couldn't make out what J-Name they were mumbling under their breath with all the crying, stuttering, and cowering they were doing. "J-Je.. Jed.." They mumbled, not finding the courage to speak up. They felt the carpet in the living room, trying to ground themself a bit but instead they felt themself going into a panic-attack upon reliving these traumatic events again. They were just mumbling to not be called such degrading and dehumanizing names.

"Y-You didn't..You never..You weren't good to me.."

There was no time for the male to say anything, nor was there time for Danny to think about his own actions, hand slipping up his left pant leg, grabbing a very large hunting knife. A Buck. He was down the halls stealthily, feet not making any noise whatsoever. Danny knew what he was doing. He was behind mars in an instant, pulling the male backwards roughly, slamming his skull into the hard floors, maneuvering himself to straddle the man's hips. He gripped his face, leaning down with a bitter smirk.

"God, you don't know how fucking long I've waited for this.. You look so fucking weak beneath me, mars. So fucking pathetic."

Danny shuddered pleasurably at the fearful look in the males eyes, trailing the blade up to his neck before swiftly slitting it, laughing loudly at the sputtering sounds of the rushing fluids coming from the open wound. He moved his hands to hear his choked cries and begs, plunging the blade over and over into his stomach, dragging the blade down. Quickly Danny dropped the blade, ripping out the intestines animalistically. The male later picked up the blade, slamming it repeatedly into his skull.

Crack.

CRACK.

Danny got off of the male breathlessly, but not before snapping a quick photo, sliding the cleaning image into his back jean pocket. He wiped a brow, looking at the person on the floor behind him with a lax, relieved smile.

His face was bloody.

It wasn't his blood.

"Hey, babes. Uh, you got a shovel?"

#danny johnson #dbd danny #reader insert #gender neutral fanfic #slasher community #slasher fanfiction #oneshot #dead by daylight #i regret all my life decisions #ghostface

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i just found your story cynics at 6 in the morning and read the whole thing. idk if it's because it was too early and i didn't sleep enough but it made me tear up so many times, wasn't sobbing or anything but it made me cry a little. you're so good at portraying emotions! when i finished first chapter i was hating johnny so much for mc's sake that i couldn't understand how the main pairing would work at all. i thought i was walking into one of those weird fics where mc forgive the abusive male lead and disregards all the red flags by the end for the sake of cheap romance. but you didn't!! and you have no idea how glad i am i continued reading.

you did so good at portraying trauma of abuse and how it haunts your whole life even when you think you're over it and finally moved on. i'm really glad mc decided to get out of that situation even if she did still walk back into it again. recovery is rarely linear and it's hard for most people to completely cutoff contact with those who have had such significant parts in your life all at once.

i also have to say that despite hating johnny in the beginning now i just feel bad for him. it's not quite pity, i think i just feel bad that he hadn't realize how horrible the company he was keeping is until a person he cherished so much couldn't take it anymore. i read somewhere that kids will often throw tantrums and lash out against the parent (or person) they feel most comfortable with, especially after a traumatic event or abuse, because that person won't leave them regardless of how "bad" they are. i think a lot of us in real life have a hard time growing out of that mentality, and unfortunately grow up to hurt those we love the most in the deepest way. at least that's how i'm seeing johnny thus far now that we're getting more into his headspace. he loves her and she was the one person he always felt secure enough with to be at his worst -- but unfortunately his worst now isn't a scared kid looking for a friend, he's a grown man capable of hurting her in worse ways than their bullies ever did because he knows her better than they ever did. if i hate anyone now it's taeyong because that last chapter showed how aware he has been of the situation all the time and from different angles. i think his kindness towards mc isn't real, he's doing it solely for his own gain and letting johnny hurt her just enough to keep her wanting company until it got out of hand. no wonder he never stopped yangyang, lucas and doyoung when they wanted to see her again despite them being so cruel.

anyway, this ask has become loger than i originally intended but i just have so many lingering thoughts after reading such a good story!! i hope you're having a lovely day 💕

You don't understand how much I appreciate this ask.

Every time I write something (because I'm not that experienced) I fear that all the ideas I have in my head for the stories and characters aren't being illustrated well through my writing. There are things you spelled out in this ask that I intended to be interpreted, which is such a relief. I am beyond happy that you're satisfied with how I wrote trauma, as that was another thing I mulled over.

And OH MY GOD I'm glad people don't completely hate Johnny. But even more? I'm glad people don't completely forgive him and wish the best for him. I was so worried I'd get asks saying that Johnny didn't do that much wrong or something. The fact that he's being interpreted as the morally grey guy I wrote him to be is fantastic. I think I've said this before, but I really didn't want this to be just mindless toxic nonsense. I didn't want the characters to be these perfect people who never do anything wrong, but I didn't want them to just be immoral/illogical devices for a poorly done romance. Romance isn't even really in the forefront of my brain. I just say we'll get there when we get there I guess.

This part:

"he loves her and she was the one person he always felt secure enough with to be at his worst -- but unfortunately his worst now isn't a scared kid looking for a friend, he's a grown man capable of hurting her in worse ways than their bullies ever did because he knows her better than they ever did."

Is just *chef's kiss*

I don't wanna spoil anything but I'll say this. In a way, Johnny assumed MC would just... always be there. And now without the distractions that are his three idiot friends, he's feeling that loneliness big time.

Anyway, I could sit here and discuss every little nugget but I won't to avoid making this even longer. I just want to say thank you so much. I'm so happy the story impacted someone or made them think about it after reading. That's wild to me that someone could even feel any lasting emotion from what I conveyed.

#thank you again~#I love when I get to talk about these #cynics #anon #rosewould asks

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dragon-riding · 2 years

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general yan!Malleus smut hcs

anything posted and written on this blog is fictional and should not be recreated and/or idolized in real life

what better time than to post this in (slightly late) celebration of the twst eng localization (and as a belated happy birthday post for our dragon prince).

these are written with my own interpretation of yan!Mal for my reference. I say general because these kinks are ones that’ll pop up often in my writing of yan!Mal.

I hope you enjoy your stay here in the memory shop - perhaps leave a like or rb if the shop’s service satisfies you, or even drop by the front desk and chat with me, the memory keeper~

(I’ve made the main kink in italics since it seems like I have it scattered throughout all these hcs)

pairing: Malleus Draconia x afab!reader troupes/kinks included: yandere x willing darling, exhibitionism, extremely light dub con, possessiveness, no sense of TPO, begging, biting/marking, dumbification, mentions of lingerie/sexy clothing, mentions of multiple rounds, orgasm denial, blowjob/oral sex, praise kink, slight verbal degradation word count: 2.2k words warning: each bullet point is quite long in length (especially on mobile) despite my attempts to shorten them, reader gets compared to a bitch once in description context: You’re so sweet, aren’t you? Just his dumb little darling queen, relying on him whenever things go bad for you (which is almost always). It’s okay, because Malleus loves doing that! He loves taking care of your problems and you and everything in your life so just follow his rules and you’ll be spoilt rotten.

What he expects

A warm body to come home to - completely pliable for him to fuck into. Don’t worry about preparing yourself, Malleus will do that himself so all you have to do is lay there and make those sinful sounds as he takes you from both ends, over and over and over again. Even better if you’re all shy and embarrassed about how lewd you sound, that’s fine too because he’ll just make you moan louder so everyone can hear you!

He decides when the two of you are finished, and he’ll hear no complaints from you. After all, you wouldn’t want to be denied his cum as his darling cumslut, wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t want to be denied cumming on his cocks after bouncing on the thick lengths for so long, wouldn’t you? Feels so good, doesn’t it? So just listen to him and keep cumming until he’s satiated.

You two will always be attached by the hip - he just can’t keep his hands to himself! Malleus will fuck you anywhere, anytime. It doesn’t matter if there are nearby onlookers because they will make themselves scarce, and if not, well, it wasn’t his fault some people wanted a look at you in your most shameful state: squealing and moaning as his cocks pound into your pussy, making you see stars.

Malleus will throw them a bone. His darling is so lovely, so alluring and tempting that he understands. As long as they know who you belong to, there’s no problem with people staring at your sopping wet pussy being abused and toyed with according to his whims. Even as you sob out not to look, even as you desperately try to close your legs, it only makes you look so much more sluttier when you’re squirting all over yourself as your mouth squeals desperate “nooo!”s.

He’ll even play along and spread your legs, give them a better view of your slutty parts against your begging, whisper into your ear about the numerous people masturbating to the image of you, like you were simply a toy meant for their pleasure instead of their queen.

You’ll cum on the spot and because Malleus is mean, he’ll make fun of you for that until you’re in tears then soothe you with possessive kisses and comments that only he was allowed to fuck you so Don’t cry, my darling little queen. Look, I’ll give you more of my cum, hm? Shh, don’t cry anymore. It makes me want to bully you more.

On special occasions

You’re always so shy, so sweet and kind. The picture perfect darling for him that he loves and cherishes. He protects you like a dragon does to its most precious treasure in its hoard. When the day of his or your birthday arrives, it’s a given you won’t be able to walk after he’s done with you (well, you can’t walk either way after, he’s just so much more animalistic when something special is happening that you’ll feel the ache for even longer than usual!).

Malleus will be a bit more feral on those days, he’ll want to imprint on you, bite you and claim you for everyone to see. He’ll take you at midnight, breathing birthday wishes into your skin as he fucks you dumb or demand birthday wishes from you and refuse to let you cum until he’s satisfied by the squealed and broken H-Happy bi- ah! ah! Birthday! he gets.

On the occasion you decide to be a bit more bold, to seduce him yourself even though he was already obsessed with you with his entire being- well. You should prepare yourself.

What can you do to seduce him? It’s obvious. You wear some revealing clothes, flash a bit of skin and he’ll be clawing at anything separating the two of you, throwing anything out of the way and pushing your clothes away to reveal your wettening cunt— he can smell that: the slick dripping down your thighs, your arousal. You’ll never be able to hide how turned on you get and it only makes him bend you over the nearest surface faster, plunge into your pussy with the reasoning that he was just doing his duty as a husband and satisfying you.

Surprise, surprise! You really wanted to impress him, it would seem, so you’re wearing extremely revealing underwear... basically nothing! Malleus will pause for a moment, staring at the string in his hands as you squirm before chuckling lowly. He doesn’t know if he likes the idea of what’s his walking around in basically nothing but it was too good of a chance to pass up fucking you in such pretty clothing.

Don’t worry, he’ll forgive you after he’s satisfied, after he’s taken you enough that he can smell his cum off you. Surely, any other fae will be able to smell the same scent of cum and stay away, not that you were aware of it (a little reprieve for your fragile pride). But be careful, Malleus will purchase so many different outfits for you from then on... and you’ll have to put them on and satisfy him when he tells you to do so.

It’s hard to go into detail about all the different things you can do to seduce Malleus… so do whatever you want! Of course, only if it’s within his rules…

What he forbids

Oh dear, you won’t want to do these things when you’re with Malleus. Break his rules and you’ll find that little bit of freedom gone before you can even blink. That calmness on the surface is a lie- inside, he’s all rolling anger, spiraling into dark, dark possessiveness.

What is it, you may ask, that causes this entire mess, the catalyst of his anger? Of course, it’s his possessiveness! If you keep talking to people without his approval, he’ll get the urge to lock you away all for himself. Stop flashing your smile at them! Don’t you understand that was his property only, that you were his entirely? You’ll talk to the people he deems fit and those he disapproves of - you shouldn’t even look in their direction.

Don’t even think about making a joking comment about that one ‘handsome’ man because he’ll be livid, he’ll become out of control as paranoid thoughts start to overtake his mind. Could it be, he wasn’t satisfying you enough? You’ve become aware of other men? You were conversing with other men, interested in them? Now that just simply won’t do, Malleus will have to fix that immediately!

And by immediately, he means ripping your clothes off and fucking you on the spot. It doesn’t matter if you’re in another’s home, another palace, another kingdom. It doesn’t matter if you’re in a public space, if you’re in the middle of a busy street window shopping, in the showroom of a boutique getting fitted, in the middle of attending a ball— they’re irrelevant when Malleus needs to show you how satisfactory he is as a partner!

No one else will treat you like this, he reassures darkly, pinching and rubbing your aching clit. He won’t let you cum until you say you’re his, until you’re begging for relief even as people murmur at your shameless behavior. No one would dare gossip about Malleus for he was a king but you, you were a random woman he married, his most treasured toy as far as the people knew. And Malleus won’t lift a single finger to dispel the rumors, not if it only drives you further into his reassuring arms.

The double standards of high fae society show increasingly more obvious when it comes to you, their queen in nothing but name. They stare and point at your breasts hanging out, bouncing with each harsh thrust but not at the hand pinching your nipples, whisper and mock your brokenly leaking pussy but not the cocks that fill it with thick, sticky cum until you’re overflowing. The worst part? You’re so naturally slutty that Malleus has trained your body to get aroused from situations like these, you no longer have the choice to pick and choose what arouses your body because Malleus, your dear husband, does that for you already.

There are so many more of Malleus’ rules you could break, things he explicitly forbids but just describing one of them has taken so much time! So just sit back and relax - as his darling queen, there’s not much else you can do when he’s angry. Just let him take you in front of all those people! Let him assert his dominance over you, don’t listen to them, listen to him, he knows what’s best for you.

“Say it,” he growls, pushing you further down into the plush material of the resting couch, digging his sharp nails into your skin. You’re too overwhelmed by pleasure to speak, only able to drool and babble in an attempt, like a dumb bitch in heat. Cold air leaves goosebumps on your skin as the ballroom spins, dangerously tilted through your blurred vision. You’re naked, you realize faintly, you’re on your front with your ass lifted up, Malleus filling you up just right, putting you on display like a whore meant to entertain. You’re sure anyone could see the rim of your hole fluttering around his cock - it makes you squirt out a little load of cum, shame and humiliation forcing it out of you but the rest is cut off when Malleus pinches your clit harshly. “Say you’re mine and I’ll forgive you this time, my little darling. I won’t be so lenient the next time.”

On the topic of freedom

Ah, ah, ah, what a touchy subject you bring up. To Malleus, you have all the freedom in the world! You’re allowed to do almost anything you want as long as he’s around - even better if it’s something he takes joy in too. There are still certain limitations to your activities but Malleus thinks he’s given you the most freedom anyone could have. To others, that may not be the case but you should only listen to Malleus anyways, he’s your dear husband so of course you’ll believe him over them!

So what if you eat what Malleus dictates, go where Malleus needs to go, bathe when Malleus decides your nighttime activities are finished? It’s just Malleus being the best husband and looking out for your health! Your meals are all planned down to the smallest detail - you won’t lack in nutrition at all. He’s hired the best nutritionists to come up with your diet. The same goes for the rest of your life: what was wrong with being a good husband?

If you want sweets or snacks outside of your meal plan… you’ll have to convince him yourself but that shouldn’t be hard with the soft spot Malleus has for your teary eyes and trembling pout. He can’t resist kissing it away as he caves and lets you eat your sweets. It comes with a price, as all things do, but it’s not anything difficult. Just kneel and open your mouth, yes that’s a good girl, open your mouth and suck on the tip- oh dear he may have gotten a bit impatient but you can take it, right? Your mouth was trained to take in his entire length - don’t worry about the other one, he’ll slap it across your face and paint your face white when he cums. Isn’t he so generous? You get both a nice shot of cum down your throat and dessert!

If you want to go somewhere, you’ll have to account for Malleus’ exceptionally busy schedule. You can’t go without him! What kind of silly solution was that? Didn’t you promise to never leave him behind? Just sit with him through his boring council meetings and paperwork - it’s guaranteed to be less boring if you’re there to sit on his lap. He’ll make it up to you later when his schedule has freed up some time so don’t even think of going out behind his back! He’ll be so upset he may just leave you on edge, tied up for the rest of the night, plugged up with vibrators, in a precarious position waiting to be discovered. It’s all within his rights as your husband, of course.

If you ever decide that you’re not in the mood for some loving from your dragon… don’t. Malleus wants to love you every night, wants you to feel how passionately in love with you he is. Why are you declining him? Are you rejecting his love? The term ‘not in the mood’ isn’t in Malleus’ word bank, he won’t listen to any of your explanations - only try to prove himself right by arousing you with his tongue, fingers, kisses. You can’t stop yourself from getting wet when Malleus knows your body so well, has trained your body to react to the slightest provocation. ‘Not in the mood’ doesn’t exist for you physically anymore so you’ll have to fix that mentality of yours before Malleus does so for you… or maybe you’re actually looking forward to being fucked silly by your dragon prince? That’s okay, Malleus is more than happy to help.

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