#this is all just to say that i feel like shit and it's exhausting and i feel like no one cares probably bc no one does and im just. i need

[kangnina]

MDNI - BabyDaddy!Jake 4

Jake Masterlist

Now Playing - "Stay with Me" by Punch x Chanyeol

Jake and Sophia are singing along to one of her favorite movies as you prepare an afternoon snack for her. For all of your stubbornness in rejecting his marriage proposals, Jake stays the course of spoiling both of you. He spends more time at your house than his own. Preparing the nursery. Attending doctor visits. Tea time and play dates with Princess Sophia. Satisfying all of your late night cravings, whether it’s food or just Jake himself. To an outsider, it would seem as though you two are already married. The expected delivery date is still a few months away but you know it’s only a matter of time before he asks you again. You’re lost in your thoughts when you suddenly feel dizzy. The glass bowl of fruit slips from your hands as the room spins. You hear the shatter just before everything suddenly goes black.

When you wake up, Jake’s head is resting on your hospital bed, next to your leg as he sleeps. You gently pat his hair and he lifts his head sleepily, looking at you. “How are you feeling?” he asks, picking up your hand and kissing it. 

“I don't know what happened. I was fine…and then… Are we okay?” you say, rubbing your belly.

“Yes, the baby is okay. The doctor said your blood pressure was high but it’s gone down some. We just need to be mindful of it from here on out.” You nod your head as you reach for the cup of water on your bedside cart. Jake grabs it and puts the straw to your mouth. You take a few sips.

“Sophia?” you ask. 

“With Jay.” You sit back, closing your eyes. Exhausted.

“I was so scared.” Jake whispers, squeezing your hand. 

“I’m still scared,” you admit. “I always have been.” You open your eyes to look at Jake. “Why are you still here?”

“What?” Jake looks at you bewildered. Completely confused. “Why– What kind of question is that? I think whatever meds they gave you is making you silly. Please rest, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He kisses your hand again.

“You only want to marry me because of Sophia. So no one can call you a ‘deadbeat dad.’”

“What are you talking about? I want to marry you because I love you. And then you gave me Sophia. Which makes me love you even more. You know I’d do anything for both of you. Now there is another little girl on the way. I’m totally outnumbered here,” he laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“But you never say ‘I love you.’” Jake looks away. He runs a hand through his hair and it falls perfectly back around his handsome face. 

“Do you really not remember? I used to say it. But you wouldn't say it back to me,” Jake sighs, sitting back in his chair. “I’ve been told that I can’t make you love me the way I desire and deserve. It really hurt to hear that. But I needed to hear it... Am I ever going to stop asking you to marry me? I dunno. But regardless of how you feel about me, I need my daughters to know that I do love their mother. I would never ever do anything to make any of you feel unloved or unappreciated.” When Jake finally looks at you again, you feel like a piece of shit as your tears begin to fall. 

“I– I’m sorry. I’m a terrible mom if Sophia ever thinks that I don’t care about you.” Jake stands up to hug you and strokes your hair, kissing your head. He grabs a few tissues from a tissue box and wipes your tears

“Baby, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Just rest. We need you to get better. Don’t stress yourself out. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I love you. Please don’t cry.” He continues hugging you until your tears begin to subside. “Are you hungry? You must be. You haven’t eaten in hours. I’ll get the nurse.”

“Jake, I love you.”

Jake leans over to kiss your forehead. Then your cheek and then your lips. “I love you too.” He's smiling so hard. It reminds you of the day Sophia was born. He was so happy, he cried. You know he’s absolutely right. Sophia has never felt unloved and neither have you. Somewhere along the line you lost your appreciation for this sweet man. “Let’s get married.”

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[danikamariewrites]

Hi! I’m the anon the asked about the pregnancy request! I’d love to request one with Ruhn. I feel like he would be an amazing dad!

The reader has been having pregnancy symptoms like morning sickness, cravings, etc. she doesn’t even think she might be pregnant and Ruhn doesn’t consider it either because of what the oracle told him. Either Dec and Flynn or Bryce and Hunt (or whoever you want) bring up that maybe she might be pregnant to Ruhn or her. Their reactions are up to you. I just think after Ruhn thinking he would never have kids it would be great. 😅

Baby?

Ruhn x reader

A/n: He would be so happy to be a dad and I hope he and Lidia can have a kid of their own one day

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of vomit

Ruhn did a double take as he walked past you. “Hey y/n/n, what ya got there?” He raised an eyebrow at the wild sandwich you were putting together. You look up at him, knife in hand floating above the toasted bread. “A sandwich.” You murmur, a slight blush at being caught.

Your mate hummed taking in all the ingredients you have laid out on the counter. “Cream cheese, turkey, pickles, and Solas, I don’t even want to name everything else.” He joked. You throw a pickle at him, “Let me eat in peace asshole,” you giggle.

Throwing the pickle back at you he makes his way to stand next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Ok, ok, make your crazy whatever this is.” “Thank you,” you kiss his lips and shoo him away.

The next morning Ruhn wakes up to the sound of you being sick in the bathroom. He flings himself out of bed to be by your side, knowing how much you hate being sick. Pulling your hair back Ruhn lays a tattooed hand gently on your back, rubbing in soothing circles.

When you’re finally done you lean back against him, your eyes closed and trying to calm yourself. Ruhn helps you stand, guiding you over to the sink to rinse out your mouth. “You ok, baby?” You nod, holding your face under the faucet gulping water and spitting it out. Resting your face in your hands you take in deep breathes, “Solas, that was fucking awful. What the hell did I eat?”

Ruhn bit back his laugh thinking back to the monstrosity you made for lunch yesterday. “And don’t bring up my sandwich. It was good.” You say, reading his mind. Ruhn goes back to rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. Kissing the back of your head he murmurs, “Come on you, lets get you back to bed,”

Leaving you with a few slices of toast, ice water, and a forehead kiss Ruhn leaves you to rest.

Hours later Bryce comes in the house to find her mate lazing about with her brother and the rest of the frat pack. Looking around for you Bryce purses her lips curiously. “Where’s y/n?” Hunt rushes over to her, embracing his mate like he hasn’t seen her all day. “She’s in bed, she was sick this morning.” Ruhn said with a small frown.

“Oh, I’ll go check on her.” Bryce gives Hunt one more kiss before untangling herself from his grasp. Bryce raced up the stairs, gently knocking on the door to Ruhn’s bedroom. “Come in,” you grumble, rising up on your elbows. The sight of Bryce’s wine red hair brings a smile to your face. Bryce plops down next to you, “How are you babe?”

You let out an exaggerated groan, burying your face in your pillow. “I feel like shit. I’ve been sick all morning and I am so fucking exhausted.” Bryce narrowed her eyes at you letting out a small hum. You could see the gears turning in Bryce’s clever mind. “Do you…are you pregnant?” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head at the question. Pregnant? But the Oracle…didn’t she tell Ruhn he wouldn’t have kids or something?

“No. There’s no way. Right?” You say quickly. “Let me call Hypaxia. She’ll be able to help.” Bryce quickly whips out her phone to call Hypaxia.

The Witch quickly entered the house, passing the boys without a word, ignoring Ruhn’s questions about you. Entering the bedroom she gives you the brightest smile. Putting her hands over her heart she makes her way over to the bed. “You think you’re pregnant,” Hypaxia coos at you.

“Yeah,” you say with an equally bright smile, pressing your hands against your cheeks. You move to the middle of the bed, Bryce holding your hand while Hypaxia kneels next to you, holding her glowing hands over your exposed tummy.

Full of worry, Ruhn couldn’t just sit here and mindlessly chat with his friends. If Hypaxia were here, and speeding up to you, did that mean you were really sick? It was rare for fae to get really sick. Was Ruhn missing the early signs of a bad illness? Standing abruptly Ruhn quickly made his way upstairs.

Opening the door he found the three of you on the bed, smiling like giddy school girls with tears falling down your and Bryce’s cheeks. So not severely ill then? Ruhn cleared his throat, all three of your heads whipping toward him. Bryce and Hypaxia looked at you, nodding at them they both slip off the bed walking past Ruhn giving him a knowing smile.

You wave him over and Ruhn wastes no time rushing to your side. Ruhn brings his hand to cradle your cheeks. His vibrant blue eyes scanning your face for any signs of sickness. “I know what you’re thinking, I could feel you through the bond. I promise there is nothing to worry about. Well not yet,” you joke. Ruhn title his head in curiosity. Taking one of his hands you rest it on your still exposed tummy.

Sending a wave of love down the bond you smile up at Ruhn. “I’m pregnant, my love.” You whisper. A joyous laugh leaves Ruhn’s lips, silver lining his eyes. “You-you’re really,” he can’t get the words out. The bond overwhelmed with joy coming from both of you. Ruhn pulls you to his chest, holding the back of your head as he burys his face in the crook of your neck.

Pulling away he gently lays you down, now hyper aware of the little life growing inside you. As he stares down at your still flat stomach he places a hand over his mouth. “I’m gunna be a dad. We’re gunna be parents.” You cover his hand that still hasn’t left your stomach, nodding your head against the pillow. “Yeah,” you whisper, still in disbelief.

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[lau219]

Enemies with Benefits

Part 3

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“So, she’s owned and run the place by herself for eight years?”

Walking through the hallway, Tommy replied without turning around as Polly followed him, Arthur and John already waiting for them in Tommy’s office.

“Yep,” he said simply as he entered and made his way to his desk. As he sat down in his chair and lit a cigarette, Polly looked at him.

“Why can’t you just leave the place alone? Poor girl’s poured her heart and soul into the business and you’re gonna take that away from her? Not very admirable, Thomas.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve thought as much and then changed your mind,” Tommy replied as he crossed his ankle over his knee and took a drag from his cigarette. “I’ve got a hunch you’ll feel the same this time around, too.”

Polly gave him a look of exhausted annoyance as she sat in one of the chairs in front of Tommy’s desk.

“Stop being such a self-assured ass for once and think about what you’re doing to this girl,” Polly replied. “Clearly, the place means something to her, and she obviously knows what she’s doing if business is as good as you say it is. Just leave her be. Lord knows we need more women like her running businesses, rather than the lot of you men.”

Tommy smirked as he looked at Polly.

“Since when are you so compassionate, Pol? You were more than eager to swipe up the last two places.”

“Those places were owned by men greedier and more insufferable than you, if that’s even possible. This is different. Think about what you’re taking away from this girl.”

“I won’t be taking anything away from her,” Tommy replied as he stubbed out his cigarette and picked up some papers off his desk. “Simply a change in ownership. She’ll still manage the place. Run it. Make more than enough money.”

“And you think she’ll go along with that after you do what you plan to do?” Polly asked in disbelief.

“She cares about the place too much to walk away,” Tommy answered.

“Exactly, she cares about the place. We don’t need it, Tommy. Just let this one go, yeah?”

“I don’t think he’s gonna do that, Pol,” Arthur cut in, a mischievous smile on his face. “Ownership aside, this girl has caught our Tommy’s attention. He’s interested in more than just her business, though I can’t say I blame him.”

“Me neither,” John chimed in. “Did you see her ass in those pants the other night?”

Arthur snickered at John’s remark, while Tommy shot an icy look over to John, who abruptly stopped smiling before Tommy returned his gaze to Polly.

“Oh, Tommy, don’t try to screw her while you’re screwing her over,” Polly said in sympathy for this woman who she’d not even met.

“If he’s not allowed, can I take a shot?” Arthur spoke up, grinning, but with the same look he’d given John moments before, Tommy silenced him.

“You all make me sick,” Polly said as she stood up from her chair. “For once, can you be admirable businessmen, and gentlemen, and let this one go?”

“A businessman recognizes a good opportunity and seizes it,” Tommy replied as he looked at her.

“A gentleman doesn’t seize an opportunity that hurts good people,” Polly countered. “Consider the latter.”

Then she stood and walked out of his office, feeling bad for this girl, and hoping she could handle Tommy as well as she apparently handled her business.

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Looking down at her phone to quickly reply to an email, Y/N raised her head to check her surroundings before crossing the street and making her way down the sidewalk and towards the entrance to the bank. Looking down again, she sent her email and then slipped her phone back into her bag, and as she looked up and took another step, she ran smack into a firm but somewhat forgiving form, and when a pair of arms steadied her, she blinked several times before she pulled away, realizing she’d run into someone.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, I—” but upon seeing who she’d almost collided with, she didn’t finish her sentence.

“Better look alive, love. Not everyone you run into may be as forgiving as me.”

Tommy fucking Shelby.

As Y/N straightened herself and stepped further away from him, she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. This guy spread like a disease.

“God, you’re just everywhere,” she said in exasperation. “What do I have to do to shake you?”

Tommy smiled, finding her frustration extremely amusing. And when he quickly gave her a full once over, his smiled widened. If possible, she seemed to get hotter every time he saw her, and the annoyed look she had didn’t hinder her pretty face in the slightest.

“Don’t be so paranoid,” he responded. “You’re not the only one in town who honors this bank with your business.”

“Don’t you have an entire room in your mansion somewhere that holds all your money? A place where you can just dive into the piles and roll around in the cash?” Y/N said to him.

The smile still hadn’t left Tommy’s face.

“They let me do that here,” he replied. “And this way, they re-stack the coins really neatly for me after I leave.”

Y/N almost laughed, and she tried to cover it up by rolling her eyes, but not before Tommy caught it.

“Are you just stopping in, or do you have a meeting here?” he asked her then.

She narrowed her eyes again, not answering him.

“Just thought I’d offer to buy you lunch afterwards if you’re just stopping in,” Tommy said in response to her expression, raising his hands innocently.

“I think you already know what my answer to that would be, Mr. Shelby.”

“Tommy,” he corrected her.

“We’re not friends,” she reminded him.

“And whose fault is that?” Tommy smirked at her. “Come on, Y/N, you know that eventually we’ll be best mates, so why not just get there faster?”

It was the first time he’d said her name instead of calling her “love”, and Y/N couldn’t decide whether she really liked it or really hated it coming from him.

“I’m not sure where you’re getting that idea from,” she said as she looked at him. “After today, I don’t plan on bumping into you again, so friendship seems pretty unlikely.”

Tommy chuckled.

“Like I told you before, you shouldn’t be too hasty,” he said. “You never know what might bring us together. Perhaps I’ll drop by for another drink sometime soon.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N began to move again, stepping past him as she walked several more steps and then reached for the handle on the door into the bank. As she pulled it open, she looked back at Tommy over her shoulder.

“You come by again, Mr. Shelby, and you’ll find that all of your drinks will be identical to the one I served you the first time we met.”

Tommy grinned, getting the last word as she walked through the door.

“Well, lucky for both of us, that’s now how I like it,” he said.

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[feelbokkie]

Sorry, I Love You | Chapter 15

pairing: Jeongin x fem reader

genre/warnings: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, friends to lovers, unrequited love, will they, won’t they dynamic, abusive relationship, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, emotional/psychological abuse

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, depictions/mentions of food and eating

summary: Jeongin is in love with his best friend and he has been ever since he met her back in high school. He’s not sure how Y/n feels about him and in order to persevere their friendship, it’s a secret he keeps to himself. But when Y/n starts showing interest in one of their new neighbors, Jeongin starts to worry about the future of their relationship.

taglist: CLOSED

word count: 3,266

screenshot count: 8 (plus 1 gif)

a/n: 5 chapters left

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You quickly make sure to save your work before leaning before shutting off the computer and leaning back into your chair. You stretch your legs underneath the table and raise your arms above your head, your muscles slowly releasing tension from your prolonged, hunched-over position. You let out a silent yawn as you roll your neck, earning satisfying pops from your stiff neck.

"You know, one day you're going to stretch like that and tip your chair over," Jeongin comments under his breath. His eyes are locked on the scene he's editing.

"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you Humpty Dumpty?" You tease as you lean over to get your textbook and notebook from your backpack. 

"Why do you think I'm warning you? You fall and crack your head open, this film goes to shit. I can't do this by myself." He turns to you, his exhausted 

"Aw, don't say that, Innie." You place your hands on his shoulders, slightly shaking him. "Just believe in yourself!" 

The corners of his mouth twitch, threatening to expose his faux frown. "I believe, you're getting on my nerves,"

"I can't get on your nerves even if I tried. You love me too much."

You barely see it. The strange, unreadable expression that flashes across Jeongin's face. It's only there for half a second before an unnatural smile takes over his face. One that you've seen on his face when he's around certain professors. You used to see it more often when you were dating Soobin, Jeongin's fake smile. You can spot it from miles away. How his lips press tightly together and turn up so much, his dimples are more prominent than they normally are when he smiles. His forced smile and open eyes let you know what he's really feeling.

"S-shut up," He laughs. Even that's fake.

"What's wrong?" You pull your hands off his shoulders, leaning back into your chair so you can read his body language better.

"Nothing," He drops his smile and waves you off.

You cross your arms and sit up straighter. "Liar,"

"I'm just tired. We went from the filming location, to work, and then straight here. And we've been working for hours," He sighs, leaning into his chair. He chews on his lower lip as he stares back at you.

"Should we call it for today then? Get some rest before we have to head to set again?" You suggest.

"Soon. I'm almost done with what I'm working with." Jeongin turns around to save what he's working on before turning back to you. With his hands on the armrest of his chair, he pushes himself up. "I'm going to go to the bathroom,"

You nod as you spin your chair around to your backpack. You reach into your backpack again and pull out the oranges and roll of kimbap that you bought at the convenience store when you and Jeongin got lunch after work.

You unroll the foil and split the roll in half. You tear the foil down the middle and wrap half of the roll back up. You take one of the napkins that you and Jeongin keep in the editing room and lay it open in front of his keyboard, placing the rewrapped roll in the middle. You then take one of the oranges and go to put it next to the kimbap before freezing. You quickly grab two more napkins, open one, and put it in front of you. You carefully peel the orange, discarding it in the open napkin. You pick up a pair of chopsticks left over from the last time you and Jeongin ordered takeout and ate while working. You set the peeled orange on the other napkin and pull the slices apart to avoid manhandling the orange more than you already have. Once you're done, you quickly arrange the slices nicely and slide the napkin over to Jeongin's side of the L-shaped table. Wasting no time, you begin peeling your own orange while your eyes scan over the words in your textbook. 

"What's this?" Jeongin asks as he walks back into the room.

"A snack," You say before putting an orange slice in your mouth.

"Are you that fast? Where did this come from?" Jeongin closes the door behind him and gets back into his chair, swiveling to face you.

You quickly shake your head, swallowing what you have in your mouth and finally turning to face him. "I got them when we were getting lunch,"

"Thanks," Jeongin sets down a bottle of honey lemon iced tea in front of you. He opens his drink and takes a sip. He's careful to try to hide the label from you, knowing that you'll scold him for drinking an energy drink. He takes a sip and gestures to the drink he gave you with his eyes. "Here, I stopped at the vending machine on the way back."

"Thank you—ah, my hands are sticky,” You shove the last piece of orange in your mouth and pick up the orange peels. “I’ll be right back,”

Jeongin opens the door for you as you leave the room. You toss everything in a nearby trash can and hurry to the closest bathroom to wash your hands. When you get back to the studio, Jeongin is already back to work working on the scene he was working on. His back is to you and his headphones are back on. Still, you quietly shut the door and tiptoe back to your seat. 

The drink Jeongin bought for you sits open with a straw in it. A sticky note is attached at the base. ‘Give me 20 minutes’ it reads with a little smiley face with half-moon eyes. You can't help but smile at his handwriting. Everything you know about him would lead you to believe that his handwriting is messy, but over the years, It’s slightly improved. That or you’ve gotten better and reading his handwriting. 

You pick up your pen and scribble a quick “if you take longer, you’re buying dinner,” and stick it next to his keyboard.

“Alright,” he chuckles back, still not breaking contact with the computer. 

Click

You quickly swipe over to your camera roll, checking the picture you took of the Han River. Jeongin's head lays in your lap, his eyes focused on his phone while daisies sit comfortably in his hair. You found them in the ground near where the two of you were eating and you decided to pluck them and put them in his hair. He doesn’t mind, or at least he doesn’t let on that he does. He just continues to read something on his phone.

Ding!

"I've been thinking and I hear me out..."

You roll your eyes and let out a huff of air as you shut your phone. Your eyes focus on the view of the Han River. The sun is starting to set in the distance. The sky is still the color of cotton candy blue, but the sun is lower than it was when you first came out to have dinner with Jeongin. The park is much more crowded. Children scream off in the distance, playing with kites or each other. Their backpacks long forgotten in the grass. Couples and friends occupy tents, watching the paddle boats float across the river like you and Jeongin were doing earlier while you were eating.

"Having trouble making my hair all pretty?" Jeongin teases, while trying not to move. You've already playfully smacked him once for ruining your hard work, he knows you won't hesitate to hit him harder a second time.

"It's not that," You sigh, dropping your hand from his head and resting it on the grass.

"Oh?" Jeongin tilts his head backward, looking at you upside down. Two daisies fall onto your lap. "What's wrong?"

"Yeji is bored. She's been trying to figure out who Seungmin is dating, or sleeping with because it makes him 'interesting.' And I guess she came up with a new theory or something." You lean back onto your arms and throw your head back, looking at the sky. The grass is cool beneath your hands, it almost feels wet. "Which means she's either completely dropped the convoluted theory that he's dating someone in the group or she's still yanking on that thread."

"Why is the idea of him dating someone in the friend group convoluted?" You hear the sound of Jeongin's phone being shut off, his attention fully on you again.

"You too?" You let out a loud chuckle that you're certain has gained the attention of other parkgoers. "He's loveable and all but his entire demeanor during filming season has certainly earned him the prime spot on everyone's hit list."

"He's number two on mine," He says cheerfully.

"Whose number one?" You look down at him, tilting your head to the side.

"Nobody important," Jeongin quickly clears his throat and sits up before turning around to face you. “C’mon, tell me who she thinks it is,”

The corner of your mouth turns up in amusement as you stare at your best friend. You've never known him to be so interested in anyone's personal life. Not this eagerly at least. “When did you become so interested in Seungmin’s love life?”

“When I found out there is someone who can control that dictator. And as one of his roommates and his close friend, I can get probably them to help us before we stage a coup.” He closes his eyes and gives you a sincere nod, the remaining daisy in his hair moves a little. It's almost like he's promising to speak with Seungmin's other half directly to get them to lay off the crew.

“If they’re in the group, they can intervene at any time without you telling them to,” You sit up straight, brushing the dirt and grass off your hands.

 Jeongin shrugs as he opens his eyes, “Maybe they’re a masochist and this is a whole thing for them,”

You squeeze your shut and violently shake your head. “You just filled my head with several images that are going to haunt me for the rest of my life, so thank you for that,”

“If I apologize will you tell me?” He asks softly,

“Jesus, you’re so nosy…” You scoff.

“Please?” His lower lip juts out and his eyes soften.

“You do realize that you're a grown-ass man, right?” You let out a deep sigh, “…Fine, she narrowed it down to either Ryujin or Hyunjin,”

His face is back to normal as he quirks an eyebrow. You can see the gears turning behind his eyes as he processes the information. “What? But Ryujin hates his guts and Hyunjin…well Hyunjin is possible but both seem like the least likely,”

You press your lips together as you consider telling him more. It's just mindless gossip and you know that Jeongin isn't the type to go and spread rumors. Your eyes settle on two kids playing catch with each other. You're not sure if they're friends or siblings, but they seem to be getting along well. The taller one of the two keeps tossing the ball a little too high for the shorter one. You can't help but smile. 

You turn your attention back on Jeongin who is patiently waiting for more information. If he was a dog, you're certain his ears would be up and his tail would be wagging. You roll your eyes before resting your elbows on your thighs and putting your chin in your hands. “Yeji is adamant about it being one of them after she saw Seungmin get a call from someone whose name is ‘Jinnie’ with a red heart emoji."

"That seems too basic for Seungmin. Pretty sure he has me as 'fox face,' in his phone." He scratches the back of his head.

"At the end of the day, who and what Seungmin does is none of my business." You pick up one of the daisies from your lap and twirl it between your thumb and pointer finger. "I think it's all stupid,"

"What? The fact that Seungmin is, at the very least, sleeping with someone in the inner circle?" He laughs a little too loud, his dimples occupying more space on his cheeks.

You gently shake your head, "No, the idea of sleeping with someone or even dating within the friend group."

"Oh?" His smile drops. He hesitates for a second, chewing his lower lip as he thinks, "Why do you think it's stupid?"

"It's just messy. And it makes it harder for the rest of us." You explain as the daisy falls from your fingers.

"I guess but that's...it's a bit negative, no?"

"I'm not all sunshine and rainbows, Innie." You smirk playfully at him.

"I know that but...I mean, it worked out for two-thirds of the friends in Friends,"

"Why are you comparing our friend group to a fictional one from an American TV show? And no it didn't. It worked for one couple, the other couple was a shitshow."

"Okay, you're right. But it technically worked out for them in the end. Plus...Okay, what if your soulmate is in the friend group?"

"My soulmate is in the friend group." You answer quickly without even the slightest bit of hesitation. You miss how Jeongin stops breathing for a moment as he stares at you intently. "Platonic soulmates are a thing. That's what we are,"

He lets out a deep, almost relieved breath. Almost. "I see your point. But just because it's platonic now, it doesn't mean it can't be romantic later."

"I guess," You turn your attention back to the river. A few of the paddle boats from earlier make their way back to shore as the sun sets a little more. "But even if that were the case, I wouldn't act on it."

"Why not?" He speaks so quickly, it's almost like he's panicking. He clears his throat and lets out another deep breath. "I mean, why wouldn't you?"

"Let's just say you have feelings for me and I reciprocate those feelings. So naturally, we start dating," You pick up the second daisy from your lap and begin to mindlessly play with the petals. You accidentally pluck one off as you turn to Jeongin, "And it's easy because we can skip the awkward 'getting to know you' phase of a relationship. We already know we work well together and we're pretty comfortable around each other."

"Right," He says slowly. You can see him trying to guess where you're going with this.

"Right, so it'll be a simple relationship. Probably for a while. But let's say we break up. There's no way we could go back to being just friends after that. At least, I know I couldn't if I'm being honest with myself. And then our friends are going to feel like they have to pick sides. It would affect the entire group, not just us."

"But...but what if we don't? Break up, I mean. What if it's a love story like the ones we've been making for our film projects." There's a look in his eyes that you don't recognize. It's almost like he's trying to communicate something with you, but it's in a language you don't understand. You're not entirely sure he knows it either.

"Those are fictional. And even in the one that we're working on this year, Minho's character sacrifices his happiness for Felix's character's sake. And that's just one of the possible endings."

Jeongin lets out a loud, frustrated huff of air from his nose. His hand runs through his hair, effectively losing the last daisy on the grass behind him. "That's selfish, isn't it?"

"If it's selfish for me to want to keep you in my life without fucking everything up," You drop the now petalless daisy from your hand into the grass as you quietly slap your hands onto your thighs, "Then I'm selfish." 

"You say that but you and Soobin--"

"Soobin and I were never friends and you know that." You quickly cut him off, "We went from hooking to dating in a concerning amount of time. And look how that worked out for us...for me,"

"Exactly, so dating me--I mean, dating one of us shouldn't be a problem. You know for a fact that none of that is going to happen. Ever," Jeongin's mouth quirks in annoyance. His voice straining, almost screaming. Despite the anger and annoyance radiating off of him, his eyes betray him. He stares at you, his eyes trembling like he's trying to fight the urge to avert your gaze. But you can see the sadness that lingers in them.

"Why are you even getting mad?" You scoff, amused by his confusing reaction. "This is a completely fake scenario. You and I don't have to worry about any of this."

"Yeah, because we're just friends. And that's all we're going to be, right?" He mumbles, almost angrily.

"Innie, why are you--" You reach out your hand towards him. Jeongin stands up quickly before you have a chance to touch him.

"It's nothing. I just got a little too into the roleplay. There's a reason why I'm a film and television production major and not an acting major." He rubs his hand over his face before running them through his hair again. A meaningless smile is now plastered onto his face. "C'mon, let's go. We have to be up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow."

"...okay," You hesitate as you stand up too. You grab your backpack and pull it onto your shoulder. "But maybe you should drop me off at my place?"

"Everything is fine, Y/n. Really. I've just been up too long and I'm overworked." His eyes soften and twinkle as he picks up his backpack.

"Yeah, but..." You pause. You're not even sure where you were going with it. 

A ridiculous idea flashes into your mind. Only for a second. That there's a possibility that this might be real for him. That Jeongin could have feelings for you and in your effort to not ruin your friendship, you did just that. But the idea quickly fizzles out of your mind as quickly as it came. You'd know if your best friend had feelings for you. You've always been able to read him like a headline. But maybe...

"You don't have feelings for me...and I don't have any for you. So we don't have to worry about it," The corners of his lips turn up more, reaching his eyes as his dimples become even more prominent in his face, "Let's just go. I'll sleep on the floor if that'll make you more comfortable."

"Changing our dynamic like that is going to make me uncomfortable. Jeongin, if I made things weird with what I was saying, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"I know you didn't, don't worry." He leans over to you and pats your head. He pauses for a second before throwing his arm around your shoulder. Still, there's a noticeable gap between the two of you, "C'mon, it's getting cold and the longer we're here the less hot water they'll be."

Something unspoken lingers in the air between you two. A shift in the cosmos. As much as you two want to ignore it, something's changed. The cheerful noise around you sounds distant, almost like you're in your own little bubble. Even Jeongin's touch feels faint on your skin.  Your grip tightens on the strap of your backpack as he gently pulls you along, trampling the daisies beneath your feet as follow him back to the car.

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Buy me a coffee?

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[derangedanomaly]

Can we get a reader thats crushing on Choas and reluctantantly asks the boys and Nightmare to be their wingman? Please and thank you, everything you do is amazing too.

OMG?! All I've just gotta say..is...YES. (Hope this wasn't too rushed..I was so excited to write this, that I might've rushed it T^T)

MASTERLIST

CHAOS X READER CRUSHING ON HIM

You stayed breathless, watching Chaos across the room, cooking up a dinner. His hands were occupied with the apple that he cut oh so perfectly, and his eyes were focused only on the fruit in front of him, as his arms flexed with every movement... How the hell does he manage to look so ethereal, even while cooking?! You couldn't help but ask yourself, in quite a frustration.

Ok, Y/n! Today is day A! You can't help but grin, as you approached him, sneakily making your way over to the counter. You were planning to surprise him, by spooking him a little! Nothing big, just to get a reaction out of him.

As you stood behind him, getting into a good position, he suddenly turned around. You jumped a little from surprise, now facing his...enormous chest.

He beamed down at you, showing you his glorious smile. "Y/NNN! How's my favorite buttercup doing?" He ruffled your hair, his smile widening with mischief, when he saw your cheeks redden. You huffed a little, now fixing your mess of a hair. "I'm fine, Chaos. How about you?" He hummed, motioning to the counter with a smile. "I'm cooking! What do you think?! I'm trying to find my own hobbies, so I thought I'd try cooking first!" You smiled at him with proudness, he's finally realizing that he's his own person, and trying to find himself! Good for him! "That's great Chaos! And? Well, how's cooking going for you?" He was about to respond to you, until Blade suddenly rushed up to you two. "CHAOS! CHAOS!!" Chaos tilted his head, staring down at Blade with a questionable look. "Yes-" "YOU GOTTA HELP ME MAN!! COME ON!" Blade then grabbed Chaos' hand, and led him out of the kitchen.

You and Chaos shared one last glance, before he smiled at you and left...

Great, your only chance to confess to him flew out the window... What a timing Killer! Ugh...you grabbed yourself water, drinking it with exhaustion...

....

..

"What a missed opportunity to confess, huh?" "AH!? THE HELL?!" Your eyes widened, staring at Nightmare, who uttered those words. He was standing by the counter, reading a newspaper. You frowned. great...not this again.. "If you're gonna belittle me for having feelings for-" "Too tired for that today." He cut you off, turning another page of the newspaper. You continued to stare at him in surprise.. Nightmare NOT taking advantage of the situation? That's a first.

"Maybe...you should get help from someone to confess." He snickered, poking fun at you. Ah, there it is.. you were about to tell him off, but then his words hit you.. get help.. THAT'S RIGHT! You smiled at him with mischief, which took him off guard. Why are you smiling like that? "Niiiiiight?" "No." You looked at him deadpanned. You didn't even finish, and he was already dismissing the idea! "BE MY WINGMAN!" Nightmare pinched the bridge between his eyes, grumbling in frustration. "No. Why would I help you? I'm the king of negativity-" "I have coffee." "I'm in."

And that's basically what got you here.. in this park, sitting on a bench, next to Chaos. You couldn't help but stare at Chaos with adoration, as he happily fed the ducks. Your eyes drifted to the bush in front of you. It was Blade, showing you some signals...what WAS that? You squinted a little, to see it better, but to no veil...... you couldn't see shit!

You yelped when you were suddenly pushed onto Chaos' chest, by something goopy... You felt heat rising to your cheeks, and your breath hitching in your throat. How would Chaos react? Would he push you off? RUN AWAY?? TELL YOU HE NEVER WANTS TO SEE YOU AGAIN?! Ok, maybe you're overreacting, but it was just so nerving!! You looked up with curiousness, after awhile of him not doing anything. You were met with a smirking Chaos, his cheeks gaining a light turquoise color, giving you a...dare you say, flirty look. It made your cheeks flushed, as you covered your face.

You felt a hand pat your back in reassurance. "Are you ok?" You took deep breaths, and faced him again. "I'm fine...sorry..for that I mean." You felt yourself getting embarrassed just thinking about it.

You softly gasped when Chaos' hand gently lifted up your chin, as he gave you a sweet smile... "You're so pretty...you know that?" You shamelessly stared forward at his chest, as you hyperventilated.

You have to admit, this was a very nice moment, you truly felt like the happiest human in the world with Chaos on your side..

Nothing can ruin this moment, and you just know it.

.....

..

"KISS ALREADY!!!" Speak of the devil...Killer.

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale au #sans x reader #chaos sans #nightmare sans #killer sans #chaos sans x reader #utmv #utmv au

[forestmossling]

as is pretty obvious, the rockstar! eddie has not yet left the premises of my brain and will be staying there indefinitely so here’s a little something.

no upside down au, 2010s, eddie doesn’t know anyone from the party, but dustin finds out about this rockstar who writes songs about his dnd campaigns and makes tolkien references, but his music is also raw and haunting, so obviously he’s obsessed. he bothers steve about him until steve forfeits and buys them both tickets for the show in indianapolis. steve’s deaf and he hasn’t been to a concert from the point at which he lost his hearing, because he just feels weird and out of place even thinking about going to something that is so hearing-centered. he enjoys cranking up the music in his car or while he’s listening to it at home, but going to a concert always felt like taking a place from somebody who can enjoy the experience fully. robin told him it’s bullshit and tried to drag him to some venues before, but he never agreed. but well- he doesn’t trust dustin alone in a crowded venue, because he’s excitable and reckless (even though dustin’s “literally 18, god, steve, do you even fucking hear yourself-“) so he feels better going on a concert while actually fulfilling some important role.

they go, and dustin is ecstatic. steve is flabbergasted, because he didn’t expect to gain anything from this except peace of mind for dustin’s safety, but when the first song starts to play, it reverberates through his whole body. it’s not the same as the concerts he went to with his hearing still mostly intact, but he can hear the lower pitches, he can feel the beat thrumming through him, and he finds himself headbanging along with dustin by the end of the show. but because he generally just turned away when dustin was rambling about the ingenuity of the lyrics, dustin ends up spending half the concert scrambling to sign along with the lyrics as much as he can, at least on his favorite parts, because he can’t just let steve not experience the sheer “wholesomeness and coolness” of what’s going on. on some songs he just outright refuses to sign to steve, blushing, and when steve teases and prods dustin angrily admits that he’s “not going to translate to you exactly the way he wants to fuck a pretty boy”. steve laughs, but finds himself blushing too. because the frontman is scorching hot, and maybe steve wouldn’t mind finding out exactly the way he wants to fuck a pretty boy.

so even though his head started hurting by the end of the night from all the flashing lights on stage, even though he’s sweaty and gross and dustin is jumping around like an overexcited puppy, his hands flashing in rapid-fire speech steve doesn’t have the mental capacity to process at the moment, he finds that he enjoyed himself. that he, dare he say, would not mind going again. dustin goes ballistic at the admission and says that it’s only fair if steve takes him to another cc concert considering that dustin was too busy translating half the show too properly appreciate his first cc concert, which wouldn’t be necessary if steve “bothered to listen to him from time to time”.

afterwards, dustin posts a picture of both of them on twitter, sweaty and exhausted after the show, but both smiling wide with a caption: “took my lame brother to the cc concert yesterday!! he said “i could actually hear something, holy shit. just how loud are these guys? also, would like to know what the fuck the hot guy’s singing in the horny songs, but dustin refused to sign” which, obv i did because my brother is disgusting and i hate him actually. but now he owes me another concert because i spent most of the first one translating, so we’ll see you in *insert the nearest next city*, @corrodedcoffin-official!! thanks for the great show!!”

and eddie comes across the post purely by chance and immediately bluescreens at the sight of a preppy guy in a bright polo with exquisite fucking hair, thank you very much, hugging his toothily smiling little brother in a cc t-shirt. he never considered the issues the Deaf people can face coming to their shows before, and well, if the man wants to know exactly what eddie likes to do to pretty boys like him, it would be a shame to deny him. so he talks to the band, and they hire a sign language interpreter for the next show (and not just because eddie’s horny, okay?? he genuinely wants to let as much people as possible fully enjoy their music, fuck off, gareth-)

and when dustin and steve come to the next show and see an interpreter standing by the stage, they both fucking lose it. when dustin saw a like on his post from the official corroded coffin page, he obviously screamed bloody murder and told everyone who would (and wouldn’t) listen about it, steve just felt awkward about the hot frontman knowing the dumb shit he said, but neither of them expected anything to come of it. and now, seeing the interpreter near the stage, finally finding out the stories the group tells through their music, steve can’t help feeling mesmerized by the scene. and he doesn’t tear up about finally feeling included after being dismissed and told to deal with his shit on his own for so long, of course not.

and then, during the gap between the songs, eddie points to the interpreter: “i would like to say special thanks to amazing *insert name*, who agreed to translate our shitty music in asl so nobody could escape us. i hope dustin and his insanely hot brother can both enjoy the show properly now” he grins at the cheering audience, and steve feels himself flushing bright red all over. he can see the moment the frontman’s eyes find him in the crowd, and the guy has the gall to wink at him. dustin has ascended the mortal plane at that point and just screams incoherently while shaking steve by the arm. “and all the other deaf and hoh folks in attendance tonight, thank you for coming!” he continues smoothly, and the band slides into another song. steve just keeps staring at the stage, uncomprehending. he can vaguely recognize the slower and deeper track as one of those dustin refused to translate to him. and now, actually seeing the lyrics, he can understand why. he flushes again. it feels like his brain starts spinning in circles in his head from how hard he tries to keep his eyes on the interpreter and the frontman at the same time (the shit this munson guy does to the microphone stand with his hips has got to be illegal in at least several states). during the bridge munson finds his eyes in the crowd and obscenely licks his lips. steve dies on the spot. he can feel dustin hitting him on the arm, signing something about the way he “can’t believe your gross jock powers have worked on eddie munson” that steve barely sees from the corner of his eyes, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

and then steddie somehow meet face to face and make out, idk. the end! *jazz hands*

i’m NOT D/deaf or hoh!! if i said something dumb or inaccurate, please tell me!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #deaf steve harrington #i promise it’s not me #some malevolent spirit has possessed me and forces me to dish out rockstar au steddie fic prompts #get steve harrington to be loved and appreciated agenda #dustin henderson #dustin and steve #steddie fic prompt #steddie fic #fic prompt #i love deaf/hoh steve i need more deaf/hoh steve fics #i think it was obvious but i will still clarify #cc did NOT stop hiring interpreters to their shows after eddie got into steve’s pants #now they have an asl interpreter on every show

[graveyardlifeguard]

The Breakup

Summary: After his IA investigation, you and Tim have a conversation in the station parking lot.

Tim Bradford x Reader

Warnings: Heartbreak?? Couple of cuss words somewhere

It had been a long day. In all honesty it had been a long week. Between Tim absolutely ghosting me and lying to me, some random man showing up to my apartment, and Tamara telling me she was moving out, I didn’t how much more I could take. I was currently waiting outside of the station while Tim was inside finishing up his IA investigation. I don’t understand how this all went to shit so quickly. I still don’t fully understand what Tim has been up to. And why it’s so imperative for me not to know but for Angela to be in the loop. I knew the relationship was new, but it just didn’t seem…fair.

My head shoots up as I hear the front doors open, breaking me from my thoughts. Tim looks exhausted and I’m sure the investigation with Jacksons dad had taken a toll on him. I push off of my car that I had been leaning on and meet him at the trunk.

“Come here.” I say, opening my arms for a hug. He easily walks into them where we stand for a moment, just embracing.

“How’d it go with IA?” I ask once we both move to separate.

“I lied. About everything. But I mean, it saved my job, right? Protected you and Lopez.”

“It was an impossible situation. I would have done the same thing if I were in your place.” I comment, I can’t imagine having to go through whatever he had to this week. Maybe I could’ve helped if I had been looped into the situation. I guess I’ll never know. Tim shakes his head before speaking up, his voice thick with emotions.

“You wouldn’t have been in my place. You never would have put self-interest over your team.”

“You thought you could handle it, you were wrong, but you made it right. So, it’s fine.” I try to reason with him.

It doesn’t look like I’m breaking through because he shakes his again and just scoffs out, “Yeah, yeah I wish it were that easy. Y/N, I just lied to two men I deeply respect, OK? I just betrayed everything I thought was right about myself.” His voice is somehow even thicker with emotion, and I can see the faint glint of tears in his eyes.

This is so wrong.

“Tim- “I start but he quickly cuts me off asking me to let him finish.

“This is very hard for me to say. Y/N I have been lying to myself for a long time. That’s clear to me now and I can’t— I can’t just go back to the way things were. Not right now. Maybe never..”

He takes a breath and I feel my heart drop into my stomach, if not out of my body in general. What does that mean? Go back to the way things were? Is he talking about us? Our relationship? It’s still new, we haven’t had any time. Was he breaking up with me?

“Wait..” I trail off, hearing the hurt in my voice. “Are you breaking up with me?"

We stand there for what feels like eternity. Tim is somehow conveying all of his emotions and none of them at the same time. It’s something that used to absolutely piss me off when he was my TO. He nods his head before he answers, “I’m sorry.”

It sounds like he is having to force the words out of his mouth. The words are laced with emotion, emotion I had really only seen out of him a handful of times. I hated it. I hated this.

“You don’t—you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to lie to me and then use that as an excuse to leave me, okay? That’s not okay. That is not okay. What you’re doing is not okay.”

It seems that all he can say in the moment is that ‘He knows.’ No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know because if he did, he wouldn’t be breaking my heart like this. He’s making it feel as though it’s my fault. Like somehow this whole situation, whatever the hell it was, is my fault. It’s not fair. This isn’t fair. I had told him before we started all this, at the beginning, that I couldn’t lose this because I would be losing the most important relationship I had ever had with someone.

“You—you are an incredible person.”

My heart begins to crack as it feels what’s coming. This is the start of a breakup speech. The one that’s only saved for special relationships, or the end of them that is. I shake my head feverishly. I can’t let him do this. It’s just not fair.

“No. No”

“No, you’re incredible, okay? You deserve so much better. That’s why I’m walking away.”

It’s just now that I’ve noticed that tears have welled up in my eyes. None have escaped yet and maybe it’s the shock of what’s going on that’s preventing them, either way I’m grateful that they aren’t falling in front of him. My brain is moving so fast that I can’t really figure out what emotion I’m feeling at this moment.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, throwing my hand up in the air.

I didn’t realize that he was holding it but at that moment, what normally was a calming weight, feels as though its nine-hundred degrees on my skin.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask again.

All he can seem to say at the end of all of this is, “I’m sorry.” I feel his hands gently grab the sides of my head before he places a kiss on my forehead. He lets go quickly and walks away. Walks away from me, from us, from everything it feels like. I told him what this would do to me. What losing him would do to me. As I stand here watching him walk away, my mind settles on one emotion for the moment: absolute, mind-numbing heartbreak.

#the rookie #tim bradford #tim bradford x reader #heartbreak #imagines #the rookie imagine #tim bradford imagine

[takeyourcyanide]

Do What You Will

AO3

TWs: Repeated Mentions of R@pe, Implied/Referenced Childhood/General Sexual Abuse

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character(s): Franken Stein, Marie Mjolnir, Spirit Albarn, Yumi Azusa, Lord Death

Tags: Implied/Reference R@pe/Non-Con, Implied Mind R@pe, Implied/Referenced Child, Abuse Implied Childhood Sexual, Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Trauma, It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You, Not Beta Read, Triggers, Franken Stein Has Sexual Trauma, Age Regression/De-Aging, Hurt/No Comfort, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 6 978

Summary: Stein believes Marie is going to harm him in some way, and it ultimately leads to a belief she has assaulted him in his sleep, and planned to assault him whilst awake. Marie is unsure how to handle the situation.

Note(s): I hope this isn’t all over the place. This took me way too long, I’ve been so scrambled lately. I forgot what I was originally going to say. I can only imagine everyone’s faces when they read that summary haha. I’m working on other shit. When it comes to the series, I’m not sure that I’m going to do multi-perspective. Most likely not.

With the crashing of the thunder came the flashing and burning of the lightning, in which they disguised themselves, capturing Stein freely, flash on, through the now covered window.

Franken stared unnerved daggers into the all-encompassing darkness drawing him in, into the ceiling on which it seemed both spiders and some sort of humanoid creature crawled.

The bugs dashed and chased on and under his unwilling, exhausted, and pallid flesh, fingertips brushing against his scalp, his shoulders, his neck, as he pondered until morning what would be done of his saying too much.

The metal, rusted frame of his unwelcoming bed creaked with fervor from the slightest of breaths, from the slightest of movements. He’d have covered his ringing ears, but his extremities were practically paralyzed under the weight of the raging, unbridled, and crushing trepidation.

He’d been forced to rely on Marie. It wasn’t his fault. He was forced to confide in Marie. He didn’t want to. He hadn’t failed himself. He hadn’t worked against himself. She wouldn’t hurt him. But there was no point in deceiving himself for the sole sake of comfort; then he’d be just the same as each and every coward he’d ever criticized and chided.

What would the woman do to him? He had calculated from the very beginning that her kindness and generosity was a mere act; an easy and banal way in which she could earn the trust of others, particularly Stein, only to suck his soul of whatever life is still left within it.. For whatever life he was born with. But how would she utilize her mask to her advantage? Franken could see through her, and manipulation seldom worked on him… Or did it? What if she had mastered the art and he hadn’t even realized he was being played? Would she do something physical? Or would she simply tell everyone about the deepest pits of his harrowed soul?

He never wanted to see her again. He never wanted to hear of her again. He never wanted to see, nor hear of anyone ever again.

He had to kill her. Not even dissect her. Kill her. He never had an interest in basic and overdone homicide, but how else could he achieve safety? Would he ever? Had he ever once experienced such a feeling? No. He needed to kill her. Maybe a prompt dissection afterwards. Perhaps he’d even experiment on her if he felt well enough. But that was not the goal. He had to kill her. If not kill, then run away from her. He knew not of what she would do, but he knew for certain she’d do something.

His formerly chilled skin warmed to unprecedented levels for reasons he could not comprehend, the steady ringing growing louder, a hushed whisper and a lullaby joining the unending and incessant noise.

Stein wanted to scream, bloodcurdlingly scream… He wanted to scream, and scream, and scream until his sore throat bled, the thick, crimson liquid pouring out from his shredded lips. He wanted to rip each individual strand of tangling, unkempt, and rustling hair from out of his head, he wanted to devour himself whole, just as the supposed “paranoia” was. It was slowly turning his entire body inside out, toying with him as though he were but a helpless rag doll.

But they only wanted him to believe that he was just paranoid, so that they could more easily do as they pleased with him.

Lord Death would surely put him to death for murdering a comrade. But would that be so bad? But then all of the work he put into rehabilitating, or rather, suppressing his violence, his malice would be thrown out of the same window that they were all looking in on him from.

What would become of him if he were to run away? Perhaps he could simply attempt an escape first and see how that pans out; an experiment. His favorite.

Stein glanced over at his small, bedside clock, of which read in luminous, ruby numbers, ‘04:44.’

Marie was an early riser. She’d typically awaken and begin undertaking her habitual routine anywhere from 06:00 to 07:00 in the morning. And it was only a Thursday, meaning she had to be within the DWMA’s walls by 08:00.

Once she leaves and moves far enough away, he’d go… somewhere. He couldn’t simply venture out into the desert could he? The DWMA had eyes everywhere, they’d catch him eventually, especially if he were to be still within the confines of the city. And he didn’t have a plane ticket.

What if he were to hide out at some bar? A tavern such as Chupa Cabra’s, perhaps? No one would expect him to be there… But the staff would surely notify every one of his appearance at their establishment the very moment he’s classified as missing. Not to mention, they’d find his long stay awfully conspicuous… And they’d have to close eventually…

Where could he go? Perhaps he’d simply have to stay in his laboratory. He could attempt to avoid Marie, but she’s a persistent woman.

Then again, he was the strongest meister to ever graduate from the academy… Surely he could defend himself. But he was vulnerable in the current state he was in.

As he checked the clock again, which now read ‘5:14,’ a certain phrase buzzed around, shouting in his skull repeatedly;

“Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

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“I made some breakfast, if you’d like some. It’s nothing much, though,” Marie distractedly stated from the bathroom, fiddling with her blonde hair, as Stein trudged leisurely past her.

He spared a concurrently disinterested and suspicious glance over at the kitchen, canned crescents stacked upon a rotund, oxidized pan, the scent of the food wafting out and filling various sectors of the laboratory.

The meister took an almost unnatural-seeming seat down onto one of the two loveseats perched facing one another in the quaint living space, his body taut, muscles refusing to relax, unable to freely sink into the inviting coziness of the cushions.

“You need to eat, Stein,” the weapon gently lectured, sticking the end of one of her golden earrings in and through the teensy little hole in her lobe. “You know you shouldn’t be skipping meals.”

“‘M not hungry,” he muttered under his breath, eyes threatening to close as he babbled out an overtired, and low-pitched whine in protest - one of which Marie herself was unable to detect.

“But you didn’t eat hardly anything last night, surely you are,” she spoke with a tone of disbelief, as thought Stein were the liar and not her, whilst straightening her lengthy skirt.

“I don’t want to eat,” he gripped his lower lip with his sharp teeth the moment his partner’s hand made contact with his scalp, with his silver hair. It was similar to that of the invisible being’s touch, but more soothing, and less attention-seeking.

She gently ran over the more fragile skin with the very tips of her painted nails, running lithe and well-versed fingers throughout his hair just the way he liked it.

Manipulative and calculating was she.

“Come on, Franken. Unless you think it might nauseate you this time, you need to eat something before I leave. I want to watch you. You’re my responsibility now, and that includes your terrible eating habits,” as opposed to continuing with the mauling of his lips, he moved to roll his inner cheek in between his teeth, biting down hard into the ample and soon-to-be irritated tissue, helping him to focus on not allowing his body to go slack, and melt into her beguiling ministrations; that’s only what she wanted out of him.

Though after the noise-filled, restless night he had, he’d be lying if he said the gesture wasn’t lulling him into a soundless sleep.

But that’s only precisely what she intended to happen.

Stein bolted away from her touch as thought it had scorched his skin, a surge of seething paranoia manhandling his limbs for him. Marie’s eyes briefly widened, before a concerned and baffled glint bloomed within her brown eyes.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” She prodded with a sincere countenance, though that did not fool the mistrustful and non-naive scientist.

“Nothing,” he stood guardedly, his alert eyes bulging out from their sockets - somehow his most striking feature despite the screw protruding from the side of his head. He held his arms in a folded manner, close to his sternum, as though he were attempting to shrink away from whatever stimulus had disturbed him so demonstrably.

Marie analyzed the ever-clicking clock, reading aloud, ‘7:29,’ with a pensive sigh.

“I’ve got to head to the academy, Stein - just… Please, eat something today.. Something more substantial than a small snack if you can. And if you can’t, then try to eat multiple little snacks or something until I get home. And just remember, you can tell me anything, okay?”

In other words, “feed me more information.”

Stein kept his mouth closed, continuing to shy away from her very presence, as he observed her every step whilst she sauntered towards the door, a perturbed expression on her visage.

“I’ll be back soon,” she flashed him a kind and somewhat knowing smile as she exited the premises.

What did she know that he didn’t?

Upon her departure, Franken spun in repetitive circles, scanning each and every crevice which surrounded him with a simultaneously quizzical and agitated gaze.

And it ran through his head once more;

What does she know that I do not? What is it that I am missing? Does she have a leg up on me? Perhaps. What do I do? What will *she* do?

A rather delicate tapping on his shoulder left him reeling, whipping around, only to discover nothing, save for a promptly dissipating shadowy figure.

They were taunting him.

“Go away,” he murmured, his face rather petulant, as he awkwardly stood in place.

He stared into the abyssal corridor, considering striding his way back into the warmth of his bed, deterred by the clear and unsettling presence howling from within it, audibly groaning in annoyance.

But he needed to walk through the hallway, even despite the stirring, for they were each still monitoring him intently, sniffing out his vulnerability like bloodhounds. What if they were to see that he was too disquieted to enter a stupid hallway? He’d be easy prey for them, then. He was acting as though he were a scared and small child begging his parents to check the closet and look under the bed for the curated ‘boogeyman.’

And if he were being frank, he almost wished there was someone here whom he could send through the daunting corridor before him - or perhaps even walk alongside him. But that was a moronic desire to have, thus he settled on shoving the odd clump of feelings down, mechanically marching through the energies, of which, too, followed after and above him.

Stein rushed under the weight of his blanket, eyes batting back and forth and all over wildly, as he made himself as comfortable as he could possibly be given his current predicament.

He retrieved the little stuffed, stitched up and bandaged T-Rex which laid beside him, cradling it against his chest, as he slotted his thumb immaturely between his two metallic-tasting lips, the blanket up and over his hiding head.

What was he meant to do the rest of the day? Question precisely what would be done with him? He didn’t wish to think about that.

What was he meant to do the rest of the day? He could no longer research, he could no longer do anything other than shout back at the fizzling static. He couldn’t nourish himself, he couldn’t sleep properly, for even if he did sleep, it was never restful. He couldn’t take care of himself. He’d grown into a large child.

The thought left him to curl in on himself even more so. He’d say that at least he was still emotionally independent, but Marie keeps trying to force him not to be. She, the rest of the academy, and the radio wanted nothing more than to take everything from him. Is that what she’d do? No poisoning, no rape, no selling him into sex slavery, no simply being here to mock him, no nothing except for further ruining him? She’d most definitely discuss her breaking of him with the others, though, there was no doubt about it.

Every thought he could hardly process, every foreign feeling rising within him culminated into one large whirlwind swirling and twisting his insides. He clutched the stuffed toy closer to his chest, his chin resting on its fuzzy head, as he closed his eyes, only to reopen them upon hearing their breathing, feeling their presences.

This became a repetitive process long ago; opening and closing, and opening and closing. Over and over again. Eventually, he’d managed to slip into a wasteful sleep, finding himself awake once more within an hour or less. Over and over again.

The more they sang, the more they muttered, the more a certain frustrated ball raged in his throat, the closing muscles in his throat battling and arguing with his open glottis, just as he’d been in a constant shouting match with the popping static since day one.

The foreign sensation worked in tandem with the old friend he was well-versed with, feeding on his decomposing flesh like vultures whilst he supposedly lived, as he shoved his face into his stuffed animal, avoiding what stood all around him, as well as the light of the morning sun illuminating his gelid bedroom.

It was truly a never-ending cycle; the same precise process over and over again.

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Stein groggily peeled his eyelids open, entirely disorientated as he took in the lack of light, his eyes oddly moist, rubbing the obnoxiously yucky, sticky discharge from his eyes, as he jolted his body upwards, coughing and wheezing into his clammy hand. He pitifully whimpered, still feeling too small for the body he was inhabiting, internally frigid, despite his perspiring skin being swelteringly hot, trying desperately to breathe through his snotty nose.

The cacophonous sound of steel cookware banging against various other materials caught his attention, the world spinning uncontrollably after he whipped his head in the direction of the sound.

Was Marie home already? For how long had he managed to sleep? But he couldn’t feel this way when she or anyone else was around.. What was she going to do to him? What did she want from him? And why was he suddenly sick? Had he quite literally neglected and stressed himself to the point of illness?

His train of frazzled thought was ultimately interrupted by the grumbling of his intestines, and the burning within his vacant stomach. A sense of hunger-induced nausea rose within him, leaving him feeling faint and weary.

Perhaps he’d have to eat whatever Marie decided to whip up. At the end of the day, if it happened to be poisoned or anything, at least that would add a layer of thrill to his currently mundane life.

Franken utilized the smooth, stone walls as an aid whilst he stepped lethargically through the corridor, having hardly made it down the stairs without injury, his surroundings still twisting and turning like warping mirrors in a funhouse, squinting his bare eyes as a sudden burst of light came into view.

“Stein! You’re awake!” The weapon joyously spoke, dancing around the laboratory like some sort of conniving, and overly-expressive ballerina. “I checked on you once I got home, but you were deep asleep. It’s already past seven.”

Deep asleep? She went into his room? What? Why? What? What did she- no.. Did she do something? What did she want? What did she do? What happened? He never sleeps deeply, nor for a very long time. How did he manage to sleep that long? Why’d he have to be sick now? Did she touch him, too? What did she do to him? Why didn’t he wake up? Is he that sick? Wha-

“Earth to Stein? Are you okay?” Marie waved the hand that surely grazed his skin in front of his watering eyes, his chest tightening. “Hey… You don’t look so good. Are you sick?” She placed her palm over the male’s dazed forehead, countenance becoming rather worried and shocked, as she gasped out, “You feel really warm.”

The meister remained still, unresponsive towards her manipulation, as Marie gave him the once-over, observing right away how the tone of his skin seemed to lighten significantly since she last laid eyes on him, and how flushed his cheeks were. His shoulders were slumped morosely, his under-eyes blending in with the absence of light in the hallway.

“You should really take some medicine, Franken,” she softly stated, placing a cool hand on his heated shoulder.

Stein flinched away, instinctually grimacing, acting on a sort of fight or flight response. He bit on the inside of his lips, shuffling away from his weapon.

“What’s wrong?” She appeared almost guilty.

He wanted to tell her to stop pretending. To just be honest about wanting to have her way with him. Or mocking him. Or whatever else she premeditates and has done. She was just like everyone else, after all. Unfortunately, however, his mouth would not comply with his desires, opening and closing just as his eyes had earlier, unable to form a sentence properly. So, he simply settled on shaking his head back and forth, twitching his fingers, and continuing to shuffle backwards away from her imminent touch.

She wanted to have her way with him.

“It’s okay, Franken,” Marie had seen him get this way before. He’d behave rather childishly, though given her proclivity towards children, she never once minded taking care of him. The only problem was that Stein minded. “You can tell me what’s wrong.”

A sizzling emanated from the kitchen. Along with the random flashing of a light, which caught the scientist’s waning attention. The woman’s prodding voice disappeared into the ringing, of which overpowered her ceaseless incanting. The only string of words he managed to process happened to be:

“Franken? Are you maybe feeling… a little small on top of sick? Do you want me to get some medicine for you?”

Was it that obvious?

He couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted to rush away from her, and lock himself away from her greedy fingers. Wouldn’t she just transform her hand into her hammer form and knock down the door if necessary? What was the point?

Stein nearly sucked his whole bottom lip into his mouth, concealing the gentle quivering with his teeth, though she was standing directly before him and could easily watch as he suppressed salty tears.

Why was he even beginning to cry? He never felt the urge to weep - even as a small child. He was only failing himself, allowing for Marie to swoop, with ease, in and exact every single vile fantasy she’s ever had onto him.

“Hey… Don’t cry,” she stepped forward, closer to her meister, of whom hadn’t even realized he was blubbering.

Stein began hacking again, shoving his face into the crook of his arm, whining noiselessly as his body convulsed, sniveling.

“Aw, sweetie,” Marie tried to soothingly pat him on the back, empathetically pouting as she ogled at how his frame shook.

Franken, once again, jerked away, shouting, “No!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the woman panicked, as a harsh and distressed sob interrupted his violent coughing. “I won’t touch you again. It was on instinct, I-“

“You ‘ill ‘gin,” he slurred his words together horribly, struggling to breathe and speak as he crumbled completely, sitting on the icy floor, his back against the wall.

“Huh?”

“Y’u will again!” Franken exclaimed, his legs sprawled out in defeat, his arms limp, his chest bumping up and retracting rapidly.

“No, love, I won’t. If you don’t want me to touch you, then I won’t, I promise.”

“S’op lying,” he snarled. “‘Ou went in bedroom an’..”

“Oh, no, Stein, no, no, no, no… All I did was crack open the door. I just noticed you were sleeping, that’s all,” her eyes widened significantly at what he was implying, her stomach falling to her feet. “I would never ever do anything like that to you - or anyone else, for that matter.”

Marie kneeled down, far enough that no contact was made, but still too close for comfort, as any form of ‘by him’ was enough to startle. But, truly, she had no clue as to how she could console Stein without involving physical contact. That’s what she was used to, after all. Evidently, that was the complete opposite of what he was used to or usually enjoyed. Though she’d try her best regardless.

Franken shrunk in on himself, bringing his knees against his abdomen, away from the weapon, hiccuping, wetness staining his face, as his eyes swelled.

She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t the least bit cute to see the typically stoic, somewhat composed and calm man shudder and pout. It was, however, a little difficult to focus on how much she wanted to just squeeze him when he was… seemingly experiencing genuine terror for the first time in his life, and well.. accusing her of a nauseating practice for unknown reasons. Perhaps it was madness-induced?

“Come on, you have to know I’d never do that,” she drawled, earning the most malice-filled glare ever directed towards her. “Okay, look… I know this must be scary for you, but I don’t understand why you’d think that. I mean… While you were pretty deep asleep, I’m sure you would’ve woken up if.. Death, I don’t even want to think about that,” Stein coughed once more, shoving his head into his knees to evade the sheer dizziness of it all.

She sat down, leaning against the wall opposite to the scientist, of whom had returned to apprehensively eyeing her.

“Liar,” he sniffled, somehow managing to back further away into the concrete and stone. “List’ning ‘n watching, too…”

“What?” Marie confusedly tilted her head, particularly taken aback at whatever notion that happened to be.

“Go’way…”

“Are you sure you want me to leave?”

“Go away,” he demanded more persistently than before.

“Okay… If that’s what you need, sweetheart,” she lifted her body, standing and glancing over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen, fully prepared to throw the surely scorched food out.

Stein observed how almost disappointed and distraught she appeared, how sullenly she moved.

‘Someone give that woman an Oscar,’ was the first thought that came to his mind.

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“I just… I don’t know what to do,” Marie abruptly huffed in complaint, playing with the food she had diligently prepared.

A variety of smells intermingled, everyone having cooked vastly different meals for their lunch-break, the Death Room’s brilliantly blue sky blessing their food, never faltering despite the fog and thick clouds saturating the outside.

“Oh, Death, what relationship troubles are you experiencing this time?” Azusa sarcastically questioned, earning a snicker from Spirit.

They were each sitting, comfortably cramped, around a boxy and wooden table, including Lord Death himself, of whom merely chuckled along with the group’s antics.

“No, no…. Actually, it’s not that this time,” the hammer sighed sorrowfully, taking a humble bite out of her chicken. Her eyebrows were pinched closely together, her jaw clenched in anxiety.

“Then what could it possibly be?” Albarn teased, a blithely sardonic smirk stretched across his visage. Mjolnir scowled at him, smacking his upper arm upon hearing his mirthful giggles.

“It’s about Stein, you jerks,” she almost seemed genuinely offended and hurt, visibly perturbed.

“Oh, has something happen?” Yumi immediately placed her utensils onto the table, paying her utmost attention to Marie.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about him… And stop by for a visit,” Spirit, too, attentively sat, too unease to continue plunging food down his gluttonous gullet.

“It’s just… He.. I think the madness is getting worse…”

“In what way? Is he attempting to cut you open?” Azusa jumped the gun, solemnly ready to attack.

“No! No, no… Not yet, anyway.. He just accused me last night of… Ugh, this is.. He, like, broke down and accused me assaulting him in his sleep.. And then he said something about ‘listening’ and ‘watching,’” Marie shuddered, repulsed by the very prospect of the accusation.

Lord Death and Azusa kept silent, analyzing and processing the words said to them intently and pensively.

“What did you say back? How did you respond?” The seriousness and urgency on the scythe’s countenance was uncharacteristic of him, only serving to further trouble the blonde.

“Well- I, uh… I told him that I’d never do that, and I didn’t really get why he was saying that, and I knew it must have been scary for him, and that he’d have to know I would never do such a thing, and-“

“Don’t argue with it,” he held his hands up warily and advisedly.

“What am I supposed to do, lie and tell him I actually raped him?” A wave of defensive surprise washed over her.

“No.. God, fucking no! Whatever you do, don’t argue OR validate that shit. Look - I’ve been through this with him before, though he’s typically not that open about it…. He started acting kinda weird and out soul resonance began to suffer, and I found out he thought I put cameras and shit in the vents and around the house, and was selling the video is online, and telling Lord Death over here literally everything he ever did or said,” Spirit elucidated, pointing informally with his thumb over at his boss. “I made the same mistake of getting defensive about it and arguing with him. We couldn’t resonate for a good couple of weeks until whatever that was went away somewhat, because he had absolutely no trust in me at all.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? He was sick, too.. I don’t even know if he took anything after I went to bed…”

“Just-“

“And it’s not like I could get close enough to try and comfort him or anything,” she neurotically interjected.

“Just remember that he’s not gonna believe anything you try to do to convince him otherwise. He’ll be suspicious of you no matter what you do. And if he’s not accepting any sort of physical contact, just… Erm… Well, say sort of what you said, like, ‘Oh, it must be really scary to think that.’ Though he may not exactly love that either, it’s better than entirely dismissing him. Just ask him why he thinks what he thinks, but be aware that it may sound a little off or strange. You need to allow him to slowly warm up to whatever sort of comfort you try to give him. Be reassuring and patient. It’s a little hard to know what to do in the moment, but you’ll learn, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” Marie had never felt so grateful over something Spirit had said or done.

“Yes, absolutely. I did. It’s not something he really talked about, but whenever he started to act even weirder than usual, it was just like a switch would go off in my brain, and I would just prepare for whatever consequences came from his thoughts,” the ginger tittered in remembrance. “He’d go from, like, his usual… just existing self to startlingly agitated due to this all, so it’s something I just learned how to handle.”

“Yeah, I noticed that… Thank you, Spirit,” she flashed him an indebted and sweet smile, the corners of her mouth stretching from ear to ear.

“Oh! And also, pay extremely close attention to the language you use while talking to him. One wrong word and I was on trial,” he laughed, grinning himself.

“What do you mean exactly?” She curiously prodded.

“Anything that would imply you feel obligated to do whatever you’re doing is a no-go, I noticed. And anything that would imply a loss of control on his part, or… I’d say anything that’d imply you actually did whatever he thinks you did or are planning on it, or are going to harm him in some way, but just your existence is evidence of that to him,” Albarn began to scarf down his food again, feeling a little more confident in his friend’s abilities to assist his other friend.

“Oh… I told him this morning that he was my responsibility.. Is that included? Is that bad?” A surge of guilt and self-directed frustration swirled within her body.

Death Scythe nearly choked on his food, shaking his head theatrically back and forth.

“Fuck, no! Don’t say that again unless you want to infinitely worsen everything,” he swallowed his meal cartoonishly loud. “For him, that’s, like… It sort of equals, ‘Oh, they don’t even want to be here in the first place? They’re out to get me.’”

“Okay…. Ugh, now I feel bad,” she moaned immaturely, sulking whilst sluggishly taking in tiny bits of food.

“Well, use that to improve.. Even I don’t get it right with him one-hundred percent of the time. It’s sort of impossible with Stein.”

“I think Stein finds it impossible to get it right with himself,” Azusa sneered, breaking her long lasting silence, Marie and Spirit chortling along. “What do you think, Lord Death? You haven’t spoken much, which is odd, given that it’s you.”

“I’m frankly a little concerned.. It doesn’t seem that Stein is distinguishing between the madness and the non-madness anymore,” his body language was particularly ruminative, as his usual gleeful voice possessed a lower and more gravelly twinge to it.

“Yeah… He’s not,” Marie stared down at the table, burning a gaping hole into the oak the same size as the one carving into her thumping heart, as she watched her close friend die a slow, and painful death. “Do you think he’ll come out of it?”

“He always does. I have complete faith he will this time,” Albarn offered his opinion, or, rather, desire.

“Yeah… You’re probably right…”

Hopefully right.

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“Stein? I’m home!” Her voice echoed, bouncing off of the walls. “Franken? Where are you?”

Marie sat her purse down onto the coffee table, roaming around the laboratory in search of her meister, finding him seemingly glued to his computer screen, staring at nothing at all whilst sitting in complete darkness, the only light coming from the living room, giggling to himself, as he spun his chair repetitively.

“Stein?”

He nearly gave himself whiplash, having harshly snapped his head towards the weapon, eyes wide open.

“Hey, what’cha doin’?” She stood awkwardly in the doorway.

Marie was a persistent woman.

The scientist continued to stare through her, that same fuzzy glint in his eyes from the previous night readily apparent.

“You still feeling a little small, baby? I know yesterday was stressful for you,” she sympathetically reminisced, Stein ripping skin off of his lips with his sharp teeth, visibly growing more uncomfortable. “How long has it been since you last ate? I know you probably didn’t eat hardly anything yesterday.”

Franken shrug his shoulders, mumbling, “What’d’y’u care? Wan’ keep me alive f’r more?”

Marie tellingly exhaled, remembering her and Spirit’s conversation. At least she could apply what she’d learned to a real situation.

“Well, I’m hungry, and was wondering if you were too. Why do you feel that way, dear?”

Stein’s face contorted into one of blunted repulsion, shrinking away from the already not close Marie.

“Not feeling very verbal, then?” The weapon languidly asked upon receiving no response… And, well, listening to how difficult it seemed to be for him to simply speak. “You wanna come sit on the couch with me? I’m gonna order us some food.”

She wasn’t going to allow for letting more food go to waste.

The meister appeared fairly on tenterhooks at the notion, his formerly bulging eyes narrowing in leeriness.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to.. I can sit out here if you want to come out.”

“Why’re y’u bein’ so nice?” He maffled, his right thumb unconsciously making its way past his lips, as he chewed on it, sucking on portions of the skin at times.

If she were to say it was because he’s her friend, would he view that as obligation?

“I want to be. You’re just adorable,” she beamed, avoiding a variety of responses that floated about in her brain.

That disgusted grimace returned to his face, or rather, a disgusted twinge. It wasn’t something she took to heart, for it was clear to her that it was an instinctual, guttural reaction he was having to the foreign treatment. And it certainly didn’t help that he was entirely mistrustful of her kindness and generosity.

“Ado’ble?” He babbled out quizzically. After all, he was infamous for his violent tendencies. Most wouldn’t consider him anything other than scary.

“Adorable,” she assured, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest.

How could she not find him cute? Sure, she’d seen for herself how malevolent he could be, but watching his sadistically and atypically giddy, curious expression as he dissected anything and everything lit up her world. Though, maybe not as much as it lit up his world.

“You wanna come sit on the couch?” Marie asked once more before leaving.

While the couch did sound cozy and inviting, would she not pin him down and have her way with him? Could he use his soul-thread sutures to keep her from moving, giving him the upper-hand and ability to escape?

Stein began coughing, sniffling into his arm as his thoughts encased him.

“Aw, still a little sick? It’s hard to see how you look in this darkness,” she chuckled, waving her hands around as to almost point at the shadowy room. “How about I get you some medicine? I think we still have some liquid cold and flu stuff…”

Franken pursed his lips in response, another painful reminder of an experience he did not want, nor choose to have. That is, other than the finger lodged in his mouth that he had long since forgotten to force out, for Marie would find something to exploit regardless.

Liquid medicine was only for when he felt too incompetent to swallow pills, though she always called it “feeling small.”

“‘Kay,” his mutter was barely audible, as Marie beckoned him to follow after her, Stein complying, desperate to rid himself of his pestering illness.

When all was said and done, she’d hurt him whether he avoided her or not.

“You don’t have to speak, okay? It sounds like it’s a struggle for you right now. You don’t ever have to feel pressured to around me,”

He peered up at her most likely feigned sincere expression, his mind unfortunately betraying him as he was pushed further down into headspace.

He shouldn’t enjoy her lies. But he was. It was fuzzy-ifying in a pleasant way, for once.

Why was he even enjoying it? That’s what she wanted out of him, anyway.

A needle-less syringe filled with icky-tasting medicine was placed between his lips, floating between the two, not coming in contact with either, as the horrendously sticky liquid ran down his throat. He swallowed, snarling as he chugged down the glass of water he was given, chasing a tasteless paradise.

“Doesn’t taste very good?” She mimicked his displeased countenance, a fascinatingly empathetic response that the scientist, in any other state of mind, would pick apart until there was not an atom left. In his current mindset, he couldn’t even process thought, however, so only a quick and brief analysis was conducted, being stored in his head for a later date.

The both of them sat side by side on the quaint, little sofa, Stein still too apprehensive to sink into its warmth, though Marie sighed in relief as she fell peacefully into the cushions.

She pulled her phone out from her pocket, clicking away at what was evidently some sort of food delivery app, leaving the meister to wonder what else must’ve been in her pockets. Condoms? Or would those be in her clearly intentionally-placed purse… Right by the place she wanted Stein to be. And what was stored in her leather bag? Rope? Some sort of sex toy to use on him as he tried to writhe away? Was there a variety of toys?

Speaking of toys, the longer he found himself stuck inside of his aching skull, the more he desired to rub his hand around his T-Rex’s fur.. To caress its tail in an effort to maintain his composure.

Tears welled in his eyes, causing him to feel more pathetic and moronic than he’d ever felt before, bring his knees to his sternum, shoving his face into the crack in between.

His heart felt as if it evaporated from his body, a cavernous, hollow hole left in its place. He felt as though he might faint, though that most certainly would only give her easy access.

A sob racked his body, garnering the attention of a certain individual.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” She promptly tossed her phone aside once finished, rushing to quell whatever storm was raging on within him. “You want me to get you your dinosaur? Maybe that would help?”

Oh, God, could she read his thoughts, too?

He lifted his head, slamming it against his kneecaps repeatedly, struggling to merely inhale and exhale, teardrops having seeped into his pajama pants.

“No, no, no, don’t do that, baby,” she worriedly chided, holding his head still reflexively, immediately backing away once Stein bolted to the other side of the sofa, eyes bugging out of their sockets.

His lower lip trembled as he bit into it, whimpering as he returned to his former position, though this time yet another finger found its way back into his mouth, despite its unsanitary nature.

“Yeah, how about I get you your T-Rex? I’ll be right back, okay?”

At least something could cuddle with him. Perhaps it could soothe him and offer him some form of tranquility?

It still pained her to walk away from what might as well have been a weeping baby, especially since that baby was Stein. And Stein didn’t cry. So, it was more than obvious that something was deeply wrong.

Eventually, she’d rushed back to their shared living space, holding out the stuffed animal for him to latch onto and take.

He lifted his eyes cautiously, speedily yanking his favorite stuffie from out of her covetous, unrelenting, and grabby hands, tucking it in between his knees and against his sternum.

What if the supposed “medicine” he was given was a sedative?

His bawling only grew in intensity, as he nuzzled into the softness of his toy, gasping for air as the revelation of just how monstrously he’d betrayed himself fell upon him as crushingly as if the weight of the sun had been the thing to fall on top of him.

“Why’s ever’one wanna touch me?” He began to ramble, a few wheezes here and there as he snuffled.

“What do you mean, sweetheart? Why do you think that?” She moved back towards the sofa, plopping down onto the farthest side.

“Everyone a’ways does,” he whined into the head of the T-Rex, kicking his feet up and down, upset, similarly to a toddler. “Don’ wan’ be touched.”

A toddler…

“I’m sorry you feel that way, sweetie. It must not feel very good..”

What was she supposed to say in this situation?

“Don’ feel ‘at way! I’s the truth!” He choked on yet another convulsion-inducing sob, hugging the T-Rex even tighter than before.

Marie knew Spirit said she’d eventually adapt to Stein… But she was beginning to doubt that idea. What was she supposed to do? Just sit here and listen to him wail?

“Why do you think that?”

“‘Cause tha’s what a’ways happens!”

“Has it happened before, love?”

He glowered at her for simply asking, forcing himself deeper into the corner of the couch.

“Go’way,” he repeated once more. “Jus’ like everyone else.”

“No,” Marie denied his request. “I’m not just going to leave you alone again, Franken.”

“Why not?” He caterwauled.

“That’s not good for you. Come here, sweetheart,” she held her arms out.

“No.. I wanna be alone..”

Marie leaned closer, pulling him in, allowing for his head to rest in the crook of his neck.

Franken squirmed away from her, the weapon only continuing to hold him, hoping to Death it was comfort him in some way.

He tried to use his soul-thread sutures out of pure fight-or-flight, they sparked and dissipated like the flame of a failing lighter, evidently too distressed to properly utilize his skill.

Was it because he never was really distressed? And thus using it in such an anguished state was something he genuinely needed to practice?

Whatever the case may be, he eventually just gave up, succumbing to her unbidden whims.

‘I thought she said she wouldn’t touch me if I didn’t want to?’ The thought left him hollow.

People weren’t to be trusted. This was going to happen whether he avoided her or not. But why did he let himself cry in front of her? He’d betrayed himself for nothing.

A few monotone-sounding, dead sobs escaped his mouth.

He should probably keep it shut if he wants nothing inside of it.

Why did she continue to hold him even when it was perfectly clear he wasn’t enjoying it? Wasn’t she supposed to be the “caring” one?

No matter her intentions, it didn’t make it feel any better.

With the crashing of the thunder came the flashing and burning of the lightning, and soon he was too empty, too betrayed despite having always expected it, and had been much too sapped to cry.

She could do whatever she wanted with him. He was done.

#soul eater #franken stein #stein #stein soul eater #dr stein #spirit albarn #marie mjolnir #spirit soul eater #takeyourcyanide #soul eater fanfic #soul eater fanfiction #my fanfic #my fanfiction #Spotify

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

#my art #feralnette au #birds of a feather #long tags #sorry I went apeshit in the tags #LETS SAY IT ALL TOGETHER NOW #I - M - A - G - OOOOOOOOO #its fun drawing marinette's back to Alya and having her appear stout and unstoppable and totally logical #and then you see her face and she's like two seconds from completely snapping and is keeping it together by a thread #as a note just because mari feels very certainly abt smth doesnt mean she's right. feelings can be valid and also irrational #in the throes of grief she decided it was better to be alone than to lose someone again so she started pulling away #and lila made pulling away very very very easy to do #shes also vaguely aware she's being unfair in pinning this on alya which is why she started spinning the drain on cockmoth again #legitimately all the shit that's happened to her wouldn't have been so catastrophic if he was never in the picture and she knows it #but the bitterness of her bestie choosing a fantastic liar over her at the worst of times stiiiiiings #alya's personal timing was bad but lila really took advantage of the fact that marinette had been acting off and weird #she basically clocked marinette as being unstable from SOMETHING and made up a lie about her #knowing she wouldn't have the strength to defend herself #between her social life going tachy bc of lila and losing fu in a way that felt like personhood death marinette was really put on the spot #and alya doing her thing of busting in there and assuming her bias is correct was a terrible combo #essentially marinette is highly unstable and alya is just realizing that #busting in and giving her a lecture when she's slightly hysterical and definitely delirious from exhaustion is NOT the way #to show her she's self sabotaging #cuz thats just gonna make her double down on self sabotaging. bc marinette will not accept that she is also a CHIIIIILD

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the artblock be hitteth Harder than normal, for tis not normal artblock. woe. Wally be upon ye

#im still So Inconsistent when scribbling him #he never comes out the same way twice #but then again. do any of us? #anyway i think the Misfortune of the past week finally killed my brain #its a tiny smoking poppy seed resting in the middle of my skull floor #too much all at once. cant art anymore #i keep pulling out my tablet and setting up to draw #and then i stare at the screen feeling mild to intense discomfort #i try to scribble. it comes out Horrible. #i put my tablet away and go stand in the middle of the kitchen #i come back to scroll on tumblr #i feel Despair. rinse and repeat #scribble salad #is it distressing? yes! one more to add to the ever-growing pile! #i need to start pre-packing for my inevitable move #sigh... dont wanna go.... #but its not like i have a choice! i quite literally have a single option which is to say! no option at all! #apparently if im in a constant state of severe stress for long enough my creativity completely breaks. shattered right down the middle #too exhausted. the Despair is too strong #and once again i am accidentally venting on a scribble post! sorry! please ignore this im just Saying Shit

[mayasaura]

I see a lot of meta talking about how the John Verses are John telling the story of the leadup to the apocalypse with the most sympathetic biased self-justifying gloss to make it sound like nothing was his fault, and I guess that's why so many readings go for a hardline worst-faith interpretation of them, but.... I don't really see it.

When he tells about how he murdered everyone who had a gun, he could have played up the self-defense angle. He could have claimed he was scared, and he did it to protect everyone. He could have emphasized that he was killing cops, instead of emphasizing the civilians. He could have stuck with the story he told at the time, that he freaked out and made a mistake and hadn't meant to kill them all. He doesn't. He admits to mass murder, and he admits to having done it because he was angry. And he admits to still not regretting it one bit.

The story John tells just doesn't paint him in the best possible light. He does include all of the justifications he used at the time, he does explain why on earth any of this ever seemed like a good idea to anyone, and he does want to be understood, but he doesn't really try to sell it as having been right.

I really don't see the verse chapters as being John's justification. They're his confession. That's why they feel so good to condemn.

#the locked tomb #emperor john gaius #ntn spoilers #nona the ninth #he isn't even really looking for absolution #whenever Harrow/Alecto says she still loves him he HATES it #the last time he says there can be no forgiveness Harrow asks him for whom #and he doesn't answer #he knows exactly what he is #amd whether there can be forgiveness or not does remain to be seen #just feeling like shit about it does jackshit #he hasn't done a goddamn thing in his life to try to make up for or to even stop ACTIVELY CAUSING harm #amd that's where the real challenge lies #but it's exhausting to me to see him engaged with as a Symbol Of Evil rather than as a human being #he was a person and he got very very very angry for aot of very good reasons and some not so good ones #this is the big boy all grown up version of the scene where Gideon strangled Harrow to the brink of death #the part where I hurt you #and how do you come back from that? #john has decided that you can't #you can't come back you can only double down #and it just doesnt feel right to agree with him on that

[redysetdare]

every time i see a post that is like "ughh why cant we have aspec characters who aren't aroace for once" I have to do a double take like "is the aroace rep in the room with us right now?" because genuinely....where is all this aroace rep y'all are complaining about? Why cant i find it yet it's apparently the only aspec rep we get?? You admit that TV never says the word aromantic so where is the aroace rep. So far I've pretty much only seen canonically asexual characters and not much else buddy.

#text #half the time i think these ppl see other aspec ppl saying that x character feels aroace and then they take it as canon rep #instead of an interpretation of the character which likely was never meant to be written as aspec at all #because majority of people don't even know what that is #this isn't me saying that we shouldn't have aroallo or alloace rep btw #this is me complaining about people throwing aroace ppl under the bus because apparently we are 'hogging' all the representation in media #and it just reads as people being aphobic towards aroace people specifically and it drives me insane #you can ask for more aroallo and alloace characters without complaining and shitting on aroace characters???? #like bro we are all on the same fucking team. we are all trying to get seen and understood. we all want to see ourselves in media #stop fighting like one of us is somehow way more privileged than the other because 'you have x rep' #we all have crumbs my guy. just because someone else is getting crumbs doesn't mean that its your crumbs being taken. #idk i see so many posts like this and it makes me feel so unwelcome in the aro and ace communities #im tired of aroace people being used as a scapegoat that you can target to pretend like you're punching up #when in reality you're just committing friendly fire against people who are on your team #i miss when the aro and ace communities used to like... work together as a big aspec community #now ppl r way too focused on separating them and acting like they have nothing in common and don't have the same goals #and both communities now tend to put a lot of blame onto aroace people because of stereotypes we never had control over in the first place #it's exhausting #like the aphobia is coming from inside the house #i didn't go through the ace discourse on tumblr to deal with this shit.

[thatonegayship]

I loved the cowboy comic so much that I wrote a oneshot for it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50934235 🥺 your art is BEYOND amazing, ty for the food

INCREDIBLE!!!!!

#billdip #I honestly loved this story start to finish with the ambience and quick pace #hadn't considered the possibility of Bill and Dipper actually working *together* but it's always a good time when they do ❤️ #sorry it took so long to reblog 🥲 #I read it like- Right when you posted. But I had to catch a plane and then drive an extra hour home and immediately get on zoom for class #and today i was just all around exhausted so i slept roughly 70% of the entire day dndsjdndnd #all that to say that I had your fic in the back of my mind and I very much wanted to set some time aside and re-read it when I got the chan #honestly with how well you set things up I would've loved to see your own rendition of their first kiss #You established their relationship really well at the start and brought them together by the end after outsmsrtong those bandits #it feels like you have a better understanding of who they are to each other than even i do 😌 very much a fan #i love when stories incorporate those sort of 'habits' that the love interests fall into #that confuses character A while character B is so clearly using it as an excuse to get close and spend more time with them #i squealed like a maniac when Bill was like oooph lemme walk you home 😏🤠 #sir i am going to wrangle you up if you don't compose yourself #and Dipper's just wary of him because people as handsome as bill used to pick on him 😢 #little does he know he's grown into a 10/10 cutie patootie that any cowboy would be stupid NOT to smooch #I'm a simple man. I read oblivious low-confidence cowboy being pursued by a hottie on a horse. I lose my shit #Awesome wonderful writing!!! so happy to have caught your eye and i hope to continue pumping out content for this wonderfully weird ship

[joyflameball]

Happy disability pride month to anyone with depression. You have a disability too- the constant fatigue, exhaustion, not being able to get out of bed, emptiness, all of that, it's all part of this disability. Just because it's not a physical disability doesn't mean it's not a disability. I know it's easy to feel like it's not, but it is, and you aren't stealing valor by saying that. People don't normally feel exhausted all the time. People don't normally feel unable to get out of bed, or do stuff they love doing.

You're disabled too, you deserve a seat at the table.

#cassie rambles #disability #depression #actually depressed #disability month #this post is mostly for me because. it's hard for me to say i'm disabled even though a) i have adhd b) i have depression #both of which are disabilities #i guess it's because depression is seen as the ''being sad'' disorder #which no the fuck it isn't and if you think that's all it is you don't know shit about it #the way i describe it is. feeling like a weighted blanket #not in a good way either. feeling heavy and tired and unable to move without a lot of effort #easier comparison is feeling like you're weighed down by a bunch of sandbags #and like your mind is slower #it's just. constantly feeling exhausted. all the time #it sucks #mental disability

[jrueships]

sometimes i'll think abt a Fandom and wish it were bigger, and sometimes i'll read something from a fandom.. and wish it were smaller

#ppl seeing a confident black man : FINALLY! A PERFECT ANTAGONIST FOR OUR STORY! #THE CORRUPTOR!! THE ASSHOLE! MR KNOWS ALL! #i want to be bigger into football. i rlly do #but . omg. sometimes seeing just So Much . side eye shit is . like imagine my exhaustion #and this isnt me trying to be the behavior police like let ppl write but sometimes seeing such. Fun. patterns can be like #idk man it's sad like damn thats rlly how the world is and obvs i KNOW how it can be but it's real wack #real wack being reminded even in ur supposed happy place ur supposed lighthearted little break from the world #it's still not . idk. it's just not #oh the poor pale blond qb just a little anxious baby oh and his evil zany teammates trying to corrupt him oh theyre so terrible for my angel #:/ #.. that is. a Grown. Man . #it's like replaying my 2nd grade teacher ******** me bcs i was a troublesome kid and it made her feel young and alive and bad again #like wtf am i corrupting you with maam? skibbity toliet ? leave me alone !! #listen. if it were smthing like 'x rlly likes tomatoes' when he actually likes idk carrots? i would not give a fuck. infact i prefer carrots #but bad patterns have smthing more to say bcs patterns in general have a story #it's more than 'he would not fucking say that' it's 'WHY tf are YOU making HIM say THAT of ALL people & THINGS???' #like i love having asshole characters in my stories too. and they can be poc ! NO ONE is a saint! #but having one just to fuel the only one u actually care abt? having their problems solely be for plot?? & making that one #a SPECIFIC kind of person ?? is kinda giving me 'u dont view x as a human which could mean you dont view x race as humans' #WHICH IS !! IT SUCKS ! THAT SUCKS! #i know i need to just suck it up and ignore it but thats like the life quote of being poc isnt it #ugh #it sucks

[echo-s-land]

It's insane how most of the time I don't get how ppl interact and I also Don't Fucking Care

#vent ig #i wish i could #but unfortunately i havent had the occasion of sharing one of my interest with you in the past three months and when i did it didnt go as i #wanted and now we're supposed to talk through smalltalks except i dont know how to do those so im awkward as hell and unconsciously cut the #short and now im being hated (?) even tho that wasnt my intent #but i guess no matter how trustful i am i just look like a liar #and i cant even bring myself to care bc how am i supposed to explain myself when youre convinced what i say is a lie #we werent even supposed to be this close so sorry if im stiff. i tried to get along but i just cant #the never ending circle between 'i want to have ppl to interact with being alone to experience this world is exhausting and dreadful' and #'im not even remotely interested by any of you' #its different on tumblr bc i can curate my own experience & nobody comes @ me when i dont interact with them for days or weeks (BC IVE GOT #NOTHING TO SAY) and its okay and its normal and we dont have to do the 'hi how are you wyd' script every single time (sure we can check up #on each other once in a while but it doesnt become a script. it feels genuine.) #anyway. im so normal. i can def care about ppl that have never been as insane as me about something we both love(d at some point) #am pretty sure i developed 'i perceived you saying/thinking One(1) bad thing about me and now i dont care at all about your existence' as #a child as a coping mechanism but goddammit i feel like an asshole everytime it happened #i hate feeling apathetic #and i hate lying too so i cant just say shit to reassure them when i dont mean them #cant tell them im sorry about how my behavior is perceived when im so damn tired and would rather they disappear of my life