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frogmanfae · 1 year

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Anthony Lockwood x GN! Reader- You Too? (FLUFF with a little bit of angst)

Summary: Anthony can't sleep at night. You can't sleep at night. Most of the time you avoid running into each other, but one fateful night of tears in the basement leads to an awkward bedroom experience.

A/n: this one is quite a bit longer than my other ones, about 4,000 words. I think it came out pretty well. Please don't make this dirty, I beg of you. It really is just awkwardness that happens to occur in a bed it isn't anything spicy.

Reader pov

There are nights where I can't bear to be in my room. I'm not sure why. Perhaps I need a break from such mundane consistency. I just need to see something other than those walls.

On these nights, I usually make myself some tea and go to the basement. I'd much rather sit in the library, but Lockwood is in there most nights. Nobody ever comes down to the basement. I'm alone with only my thoughts and my tea.

I don't quite understand why my room has this effect on me sometimes. When my parents died, my room was my safe haven. My refuge. My sanctuary. So now that I'm in a new environment, it makes little sense to me that it can feel more like solitary confinement. It makes even less sense that I'm soothed by the concrete and dust of the basement.

Tonight is one of those nights. It's probably three in the morning as I sit on the floor leaned against the wall, sipping my tea. I'm a listener, like Lucy (though not nearly as powerful) so a moment of silence is rare, but extremely calming. To use my power and hear nothing is bliss.

I've only about half way finished my tea when someone comes down the stairs, clearly laser focused on something. We're in the middle of a big case, so that's probably it. I had expected it to be George doing some late research or maybe Lucy to see if she can listen to any of the sources down here and get a lead.

To my surprise, it's the other one.

I watch silently as Lockwood pulls out several files and spreads them out on a table. He seems extra stiff, like something is really bothering him. He grumbles something in frustration before collecting the files and putting them back in the cabinet.

He walks over to my wall and sits down a couple feet away. From what I can tell, he hasn't noticed me.

I'm right here, isn't your talent supposed to be sight?

I simply continue sipping on my tea, remaining quiet and looking forward to not disturb him, though he really is an idiot if he doesn't know I'm here.

I thought for a moment that he actually did see me, but he needed space and realized I needed the same so he just didn't acknowledge it. I was certain on this until I heard him crying.

I look over at him. He's still wearing dress pants and his button up and tie. He's still got on his dress shoes. However, his hair was a mess and his hands were currently tangled in the back locks, only making it worse. His face was buried in his knees. I swear I heard a tear drop on to the floor. He was quietly sobbing, clearly trying to not alert anyone but still in pain. Emotional pain, anyhow.

I debate what I should do for a moment. I don't want to startle him, and honestly he seems like he needs this. I decide to just keep drinking my tea and not look at him. I'll let him get it all out before I make my presence known.

It lasts longer than I thought. Perhaps ten minutes? I'm not the best with comprehending passage of time but that seems right enough. Regardless of the details, it was a long time to sit here holding my breath and listening to his suffering.

Finally, he sniffs and wipes his eyes. I'm still looking straight ahead holding my cup, only seeing him out of my peripheral vision. He runs his hands back and forth over his hair a few times. I close my eyes.

"JESUS FUCKI-"

I snap my head towards Lockwood. He's now on his back with his legs closest to me, propped up on one arm and looking at me as if I'm a ghost. I can properly see his face now. His dark circles seem more prominent than usual and his eyes are red and puffy. His nose is red. His cheeks are discolored. He looks abnormally pale. His lashes have been thickened and darkened by his tears. It was truly a sight.

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?"

"I was here before you."

"AND YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING? YOU SAW ALL OF THAT?"

"Shhh you'll wake up the others, we both know how lightly George sleeps while we're in the midst of a case. Anyhow, you seemed like you needed it. I didn't want to interrupt. It's not like I watched you."

"But... You saw it all. You heard everything!"

"Lockwood, I hope you realize I think no less of you."

"What?"

"I- oh gosh you can't be comfortable like that. Sit up, why don't you?" He hesitantly pushes himself up and leans against the wall again. "I'm worried about you."

"Theres no need to be-"

"Bullshit. You can't keep concealing your emotions like this. It's okay to be overwhelmed or stressed or overall upset for any reason. You always act like everything is wonderful but it's not. I don't know if it ever has been."

He looks down. "(Y/n)... It's not that easy-"

"I never said anything about it being easy. Of course it's hard. I can't even imagine how you feel owning an agency so young, having all that pressure on your shoulders. It's terrifying to be vulnerable."

"Is that why you're in the basement in the early hours of the morning, drinking herbal tea?"

I hum. "I just couldn't sleep, and I like herbal tea."

"Now who's bullshitting?" The corners of his mouth tug up in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You much prefer green. Herbal simply calms you down. You only ever drink herbal tea when you're upset."

"How..."

"I notice things, (y/n). Lots of things. Don't think I don't hear the kettle during the midnight hours at least three times a week. The peculiar thing is I never hear anyone go back up the stairs and whenever I go into the kitchen, it's empty."

I look down. How'd he make this about me so quickly?

"Tell me, (y/n), do you spend your nights in the basement often?"

"... No. Only when I can't sleep."

"So... Often." He nods. "Why don't you stay in the library? It's much more inviting."

"I don't want to bother you. That's where you are most nights."

"You could never bother me."

"Stop, you were the one crying a few moments ago, this isn't about me."

He sighs. "It was worth a shot."

"Now, what's bothering you?"

"Uh... Nothing, really."

"Lockwood."

"It's just the case, that's all."

"That's a lie and we both know it."

He let's out a noise of exasperation. "Fine, you really want to know? It's my parents."

"Your parents?" I ask softly as I scoot closer to him.

He nods. "They died when I was six years old. You really have no idea what it's like to have such a great life until suddenly you don't and it all gets ripped away from you without warning and nobody will take you in so you have to fend for yourself before your age even reaches double digits."

"Actually... I think I can relate more than you realize."

"How can you possibly relate?" He almost sounds angry. I don't blame him, I never told him my story. I kept it to myself even after living with other people all this time. I moved here with a purpose, to start new. Therefore, my past never happened according to anyone else. I was another person then. I've left all of that behind, taking only the nightmares and memories with me.

"My parents were murdered when I was eight." I look straight ahead. "Nobody really wants to adopt a kid who's just began to really get strong in their talent for hearing brutal murders and death. It freaks adults out. So I was on my own until I found you guys."

His expression softens. "(Y/n), I'm so sorry, I... Wait, you were fourteen when you applied. That's six years."

"It was hard but I managed. The whole ghost hunting agent thing isn't so bad. Once you've been forced to watch your parents get nothing short of quartered right in front of your sensitive, innocent eyes, you can watch anyone else get ghost touched no big deal."

"I'm sorry, quartered?" His eyes are wide.

"Yeah, are you familiar with the French Revolution?"

"I'm familiar enough to hope you were talking about a different type of quartering."

I shook my head. "It was intense. I still think of it every time I close my eyes."

"I can't even imagine..."

"I didn't tell you this for you to feel sorry for me. I only wanted you to know I'll understand. You aren't as alone as you believe."

He nods slowly. "I see... Thank you... For sharing, I mean."

"Of course. So now that you know I can at least sort of understand what you're feeling, what's going on with you?"

He sighs. "I don't know... Sometimes I just..."

"Miss them?"

"... Yeah." He nods. "Yeah I miss them a lot. I miss them all the time but sometimes when I think about it it's not so bad, it's let me do what I've done, accomplish all of this. Other times..."

"It's mentally suffocating."

"Mentally suffocating... Yeah that's a good word for it. Like it's put a sheet over your brain to prevent it from getting oxygen, but you can still physically breathe with your lungs for the most part."

I nod. "Yeah, it's frightening. George has a book on it he was telling me about some time."

"George knows you feel like this sometimes?"

"No, but we often discuss our readings, trade books, recommend authors or titles... Things of the sort. I haven't told anyone about my past. Except you of course."

"Well aren't I special," he flashes one of his signature Lockwood smiles.

I roll my eyes. "Don't let it get to your head, your ego is already so inflated I fear it might burst."

"Oh haha you love my charisma."

"Is that what we're calling it?" I smile at him.

He laughs. Not his public press laugh, but a true, genuine laugh. One that I've never heard from him before. It makes me feel a little bit warmer with emotion.

"You know, most nights I stay awake in the library simply because I can't stand the solitude of my room."

"What?"

"I know, it's silly-"

"No, not at all! I come down here for the same reason!"

"You do?" He raises his eyebrows, sounding surprised. "I thought you just worried over cases or, well now I thought you thought about your past but-"

"No, it's like..." I think for a moment, trying to figure out how to put it into words. "Like the silence is too loud and the space is too big for just me, even though my bed hardly fits properly."

"Exactly! Like I don't have anything to focus on except for the sensory deprivation and my anxieties."

"Yes! Oh my goodness I can't believe you get it!"

"I thought I was the only one!" He laughs again, different this time. It sounds almost relieved. "Say... Maybe we could help each other out."

I raise an eyebrow. "Help each other out? How so?"

"Well, feel free to decline if you want and we'll never speak of this proposal again, but perhaps we could try spending the night in the same room."

"But..." I get that warm feeling again, more intense this time. "Each room only has one bed..."

"Yes well..." Despite the horrid lighting of the basement, I could faintly see a light pink tint spanning across his nose and blotching on other, seemingly random, spots on his face. "Like I said I understand if you decline and if that is your choice we can pretend I never said anything... However... I feel it may be beneficial to the both of us to have a... companion in the lonely, deafeningly silent hours of the night. If it works, splendid we can finally get some proper sleep. If it doesn't, we each return to our respective seperate rooms and carry on as if nothing ever happened."

"..." I nod slowly. "Okay."

"Ah- really?" He turns to face me more. "In all honesty I thought you would detest the idea."

"Do you still want-"

"Yes! I mean," he clears his throat, "uh... Yeah, the offer still stands."

"Perfect."

"Well then." He stands up and offers me his hand. "Shall we?"

"Oh you mean like right now! Alright then." I take his hand and he pulls me up. He chuckles and leads me to his room.

"I uh... I'll go take this cup back to the kitchen and let you get changed and what not."

"Oh- right." He pushes back some of his hair. "I'll only be a minute or two."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for whenever you're ready."

He smiles at me as he steps back into his room and closes the door. I swiftly make my way to the kitchen and set my cup in the sink, resolving to wash it in the morning, and return in under a minute.

I wait outside for only about thirty seconds longer before Lockwood opens the door again.

"Sorry I took so long."

"Long? Lockwood that was- wait."

"What? Is something the matter?" He takes his hand off of the door handle and peeks his head out around the corner.

"No, just... You're wearing a shirt."

"Oh, well..." He stepped aside, inviting me in, and closed the door behind me "Yes in fact I am. What about it?"

"Lockwood you've never worn a shirt to bed in all the time I've been here. It's like an unspoken principle in the house; you don't wear shirts to bed and George doesn't wear trousers."

"I didn't realize it was such a disruption of order-"

"Well- that's not what I'm saying." I sigh. I've always struggled with putting things into the right words. "Obviously it's fine if you wear a shirt to bed, I just... I'm just wondering why all of a sudden?"

"Well... I don't know. I suppose I thought you may be a bit uncomfortable sharing a bed with me when I've no shirt on." He looked down, those pink splotches returning to his face. "After all, this is only an arrangement of convenience and practicality. It's not like were... uh... going out... or anything..."

"Ah, right..." I can feel myself getting flustered. "Well... I don't mind, really. The whole point is to feel more comfortable going to sleep so if you feel more comfortable with no shirt on, honestly it doesn't make any difference to me."

"... Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, really." I smile reassuringly. "Whatever makes you fall asleep best."

He hesitates. "Well, if you're absolutely positive-"

"Lockwood, I promise you."

He hums lowly. "Alright then. But if you change your mind just tell me and I'll put it back on straight away, I swear-"

"Lockwood!"

"Alright, okay! If you're sure-"

"I'm sure."

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, a smile gracing his face. It isn't one of his signature smiles, it's real, quite boyish actually. He seems so young. Sometimes I forget how young we really are, but then again, all youth since The Problem has forgotten how young they really are.

I try my best to appear to be disinterested and looking away as he removes his shirt and folds it, neatly placing it in the bottom right drawer of his dresser. Of course, I watch the whole thing unfold. I'm only trying to appear as if I'm not.

"Alright, well..." He awkwardly rubs his arm. I've never seen him seem so nervous before. "I suppose now is when we uh... get into bed, then..."

"Yes it does seem like that happens now..." I slowly nod.

"Well uhm... After you." He gestures toward the bed.

"Oh no, please, it's your bed, you go ahead first." I wave my hands.

"No no I insist. You're my... guest? Is that the appropriate term for this? What do we call this?" He lets out a breathy chuckle. "Sorry, I'm a bit..."

"Nervous?"

"To say the least."

We both laugh a little bit. There really was no need for it to be so nerve wrecking. We had already agreed that if it doesn't go well we pretend nothing happened. Nobody needs to know.

"Here, why don't we just both get in at the same time?" I offer.

"Yes! Yes, that sounds like a good idea." He goes to the side of the bed opposite of me.

It's still extremely tense as the both of us climb in under the covers. There's plenty of space in between us. I'm nearly hanging off the edge, no doubt Lockwood is as well.

Fuck it.

I move onto the bed more so I'm a comfortable ways on. "Lockwood?"

"Yes?"

"Can I be frank for a moment?"

"Well I think I'd prefer you to stay (y/n) but I suppose whatever makes you happy-"

"Oh shut up." He laughs one of those real laughs again. I nearly melt.

"What would you like to talk about?"

I take a deep breath, admittedly, his joke (however stupid) managed to cut some of the tension. "This isn't going to work unless we get over ourselves and actually share the bed. Like real sharing."

He pauses. "You're right. The question is, how far are we going?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... Well..." He huffs. "If we're being frank-"

"I prefer Anthony, but I suppose-"

"Oh shut up, it really isn't funny." Despite his words, he was smiling again. "I see your point now."

"Well, what is it you were going to say, Frank?"

"Please don't." He laughs, making me smile more.

"I'm listening."

He inhales deeply. "Well, how far are we going as in... Are we simply laying next to one another and trying to go to sleep or... to be blunt, are we spooning?"

I nearly chocked on my own saliva. Blunt was certainly one way to say it.

"Well... Whatever makes you comfortable. Honestly I think it would work best if we... Uh... Did the latter, but I don't want to make you-"

"I was actually hoping you'd say that-"

He sighs, sounding almost... Relieved?"

"Really?"

"Yes, I-" he rolls over, bringing us from being over a foot apart to our noses now almost touching. "Goodness you are much closer than I thought-"

"Sorry, I-" I start to move back, but he puts his hand on my waist, gently stopping me.

"No no I uh... Well if we're going to uh... You know, uhm, we're going to have to be close anyway so..."

"Right, yeah..."

He softly pulls me closer using his hand that still rests on my waist. I move towards him until my hands are pressed to his chest and our legs are touching under the covers. His face is splotchy red again, the most intense I've ever seen it, though I can't imagine how flustered I must appear.

"Uhm... May I?" He starts to wrap his leg around mine.

"Ah..." I nod, unable to trust my voice.

And so now we lay here, about two seconds away from being puddles of awkwardness and mild embarrassment. He's warm. Very warm. It's kind of nice being this close to him.

I've always found him attractive since the moment I saw him. He is, objectively, a good looking guy.

Then I got to know him a little bit. He and I would often bicker and pester one another, some times seemingly more serious than others, but for the most part it was all in jest. Making jabs at each other is just what we do.

I think I fell for him more and more over my time here, but tonight I saw a new side of him. A side that really pushed me over the edge of having a bit of a crush on him to trying to stop myself from kissing him at any given moment.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" He brings a hand up to my forehead. "You're awful warm and you look... Distressed."

"Anthony?"

His gaze softened. I don't think anyone has called him that in... well who knows how long? Too long. "Yes? Is something the matter?"

"No I just..." I make eye contact with him, effectively rendering myself speechless.

He inches closer. "Are you sure? This is quite the... intimate position... I wouldn't want to make you..."

By this time, our noses are back to almost touching, but even closer than before. He tilts his head just enough to avoid colliding them.

"Make me what? Uncomfortable?" I glance down at his lips, quickly looking back to his eyes to avoid suspicion. "Anthony, you could never-"

He kisses me.

Holy shit.

Anthony Lockwood is kissing me.

I'm in Anthony Lockwood's bed.

I'm kissing Anthony Lockwood!

"I'm sorry-" he pulls back. "Oh no... I shouldn't have done that... Shit... Oh shit I'm so sorry-"

I kiss him again. "Shut up, will you? I just had a life altering moment here and I'm trying to enjoy it."

"You- you liked it?"

"Of course I did. Anthony, I've liked you since... Well I suppose there wasn't a single moment I could pick out but-"

"I love it when you call me that."

I smile. "Call you what? Anthony? Well that is your name."

"It hasn't been used in years. Not by itself, anyhow. It sounds nice coming from your lips."

"I like your lips." It takes a moment to register what I just said. "Wait, I didn't mean-"

"You like kissing me~" He teases me, putting on his Lockwood Smile.

"Oh shut up!" I put my head on his chest to hide my face. "Of course I do..."

"Well... You know what I would like more than just kissing you?" He carefully lifts my head up with two fingers under my chin.

"Hm?"

He hesitates for a moment. "I'd like to be your boyfriend."

"What? Really?"

"If you'll have me, that is-"

"Of course I'll have you, you prick!" I lightly punch his chest. "Do you know how long I've wanted to tell you that?"

He shakes his head. "I can't say I do."

"Well there wasn't a specific time but I think I started to think about it more and more around the time we were working the Brentic case."

"The B- (y/n) that was at least a year and a half ago."

"I'm well aware."

"... Huh."

"What?"

"I think I've known since the Dalkins case."

"Lockwood, that was long before the Brentic case-"

"It seems my charm worked then."

"Oh shut up! Go to sleep!"

He laughs a bit. "So... Are we...?"

"... I think we are..."

"Wonderful! Splendid! Perfect! Grand! Fanta-"

I laugh. "Anthony shut up!"

He goes quiet, but the smile remains on his face. "Do we tell the others?"

"... Nah. It's funnier if we just let them figure it out. But we don't necessarily have to hide it either."

He nods. "It'll take all my self control to not shout it from the rooftops."

"Oh hush." I roll my eyes, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. "Get some sleep, lover boy. You clearly need it."

He kisses me once more, shorter this time, before closing his eyes and pulling me closer to his chest. He falls asleep surprisingly quickly, his breaths going even and his mouth falling slightly agape in no time at all.

I watch him for a moment. Once again, he really shows his age for only a second. I push some of his hair away from his face and place a kiss on his forehead, causing him to stir just a bit.

Before I know it, my eyelids feel heavy. It becomes increasingly harder to keep them open, to stay awake. Soon enough, I'm drifting into sleep with pleasant dreams to greet me and Lockwood by my side.

How lucky am I?

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mediocre-shark-tales · 3 months

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Fated by the Stars (6)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting

Summary - After a couple weeks with the boys returning to their jobs, today was the first day where no one could stay home. Of course you know you can handle yourself, but that doesn't stop the pack from worrying about you. But you have the perfect idea on how you will spend the day.

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It took me ages to finally get the boys out the door and to their respective jobs. They were all worried about how I would be by myself. I had to remind them that I had been doing better recently. I no longer had the recurring nightmares, no more panic attacks. I was doing so much better than they thought.

I needed them to trust me because I had wanted to surprise them when they come home and I needed the whole day to work on the surprise. Over the last couple weeks, I was slowly gathering ingredients and craft items.

Now that they were gone, I had as much time as I could. First I would start with finishing their new set of bracelets I would make them. Ever since the first time I had made them bracelets, I haven't seen them without the bracelet. Because of this I want to make different sets so they don't have to feel like they need to wear the same one everyday.

This time all the bracelets had my name on it, surrounded by beads that relate to an animal they act like. Like Minho had a bracelet with white bunny head beads that were between other kinds of white beads to make it cuter. Hyunjin had a tiger themed bracelet, Jeongin got a fox theme, Changbin got a bear theme, and Seungmin got a dog theme. Chan got a Lion theme, Felix got a panda theme, and Jisung got a Squirrel themed one.

Once they were all done, I put them onto paper that I had colored with the same color their original bracelets were. I brought them back out into the living room that was attached to the kitchen. Almost like one big room if this wall didn't cut in between the two. I placed the gifts down on the table, under each one was a cute picture I had painted of each of them. The pictures included the specific mate and me cuddling, or hugging, or even a kiss on the cheek.

I also placed a few candles and some rose petals on the table as well. Now that I had finished setting that up, I had to start the baking half!

I gathered all the necessary ingredients like flour, sugar, eggs, vanilla, and of course, fresh, ripe strawberries. My favorite fruit. while the oven preheated, I began whisking the eggs and sugar together until they formed a fluffy and pale mixture. This step was crucial to achieving the airy texture of the cake. At least that was what the recipe told me. I wish I could have practiced baking this but its pretty hard to hide anything from the boys when one or another is here.

Next, I began to sift the flour and baking powder into the egg mixture, gently folding them together to create a smooth batter. I couldn't help but smile as the kitchen filled with the comforting scent of the vanilla. This must be what the boys smell when they are around me, at least they tell me I smell of vanilla. The batter, now a soft pink color was ready for the oven.

I poured the batter into round cake pans, ensuring an even distribution. Then I put the pans into the preheated oven, then sat back and watched eagerly as the cakes rose and turned a beautiful golden brown tone.

While the cakes baked, I turned my attention to making the frosting. I carefully washed and sliced the strawberries, creating a mound of ruby-red sweetness. These would be the filling for the cake, adding a burst of freshness to each bite.

As the timer chimed, signaling the cakes were done, I carefully removed them from the oven. Unfortunately as I sat them down, the side of the pan caught my wrist and burned it pretty badly. I howled in pain but still carefully sat the pan down. The kitchen was now filled with the irresistible scent of freshly baked sponge. I let the cakes cool, patiently waiting for them to reach the perfect temperature.

While I waited, I tried to wash my burn. Looking into the mini emergency kit, I found some burn cream and wrapping. Easily applying it to my wound before wrapping it up. The wrapping didn't look the best but it did the job for now.

Once cooled, I began to assemble the cake. Spreading a layer of whipped cream on top of one spongey cake and arranged a generous amount of sliced strawberries. Placing the second sponge cake on top of the last. Marveling at my creation, it was a masterpiece of light and airy layers, adorned with the vibrant red strawberries.

Looking at the time, I saw that I had about 10 minutes until the boys would all be home. I quickly blocked the entrance to the living room and kitchen area. I fixed myself up, wiping off some of the flour on my skin and clothes. Minutes passed quickly and I could hear the boys driving up to the house together. The sound of them exiting the car and running up to the house made me smile. They still were worried about how I was after their stressful days at work. I stared down the front door from the entrance I was blocking.

The door burst open with Chan leading the boys inside, when they noticed me they quickly ran over. "How are you babygirl?" They gave me a hug together but when one of them knocked my wrist, they earned a gasp in return.

Suddenly they all pulled back to look down at me worriedly, chan being the one to notice my wrist. He lightly grabbed my arm to check over my wound. "What happened sweetheart?" I smiled and pulled my arm back. "Don't worry about it, just follow me please."

The boys stared back confused as I walked into the kitchen area. Still they followed without questioning. But soon their faces were filled with astonishment. I smiled proudly as they saw the candles lit, surrounded by rose petals. In the middle of table sat the pretty strawberry cake I had made, in front of it was the line of gifts for everyone.

"I made you guys a cake, but I didn't know what fruits you like so I decided to do my favorite fruit. So Its strawberry. I also thought you guys needed some new bracelets so you don't have to always wear the same one." They all came closer, Minho placing his hand on my cheek. "Sweetheart, never let yourself think we won't love what you give us for eternity. I'm happy to wear this bracelet every second of everyday. Now I will just have to wear this new bracelet with my older one as well." I smiled. "Okay alpha, the color of the paper matches your last bracelet! Come get them!" I watched das Minho picked his up first, seeing the painting of us under it he smiled. "This is so cute baby." When he opened the package to find the new bracelet, he smile wider and put it on the same wrist where his other one sat.

Slowly each pack mate had their new bracelet on and went to hide their painting away in their rooms. Chan was the first to return. "So did you burn your wrist making this cake?" He asked while feeding me a bite. I nodded. "Next time, can you let one of us help you? I know you want your personal freedom, and I'm glad to give you that. But maybe let us teach you how to safely bake, then I won't need to worry about your safety as much." I nodded.

"Okay I would love to bake with any of my pack mates!" Soon everyone else had come back downstairs where a slice of cake waited for them. Chan was still feeding me my slice and eating his own slice in between my bites. I watched everyone begin to eat their slices. I gave most of my attention to Felix, he was the owner of a quite profound bakery after all. I watched as his face slowly turned up into a huge smile. Seeing this I felt a sigh of relief escape me, but seconds later I was in his arms as he swung me around. "We have a little prodigy baker right here!" He placed a big kiss on my cheek while I giggled in his arms.

"So it was as good as I hoped!" Felix nodded and sat me back down in chan's lap. "It was near perfect babygirl, I'll have to teach you some more delicious recipes." "Okay!"

Soon we all returned to eating our slices of cake again, until that happy silence was broken by Minho. "So, sweetheart." I looked towards him wondering what he would say next. "In about a weeks time, we are having a big party to celebrate all of our companies coming together as a joint brand. We would love to have you join us as our mate and our pretty omega. That way the whole world will know you are ours." Just the thought of them claiming me in any way big or small made me blush. "awe you made our 'mega shy" I hid my face in chan's chest, trying to hide my now growing blush. I felt chan begin to rub my back soothingly. "Does our little 'mega love to think about being claimed by her pack?" I slowly nodded but kept my face in his chest. After I responded to his question, I heard growls and purrs around the room. However there was no anger or upset in the growls, it was like the growls were more out of lust.

This made me whine against chan, my system easily switching to a lusty mindset. My omega wanting nothing more than to do what my pack wanted, to make them pleased with me. My body began to easy up, all stiffness dripping from me. I could feel myself falling into the lusty mindset of my omega. I dragged my hands up and down Chans chest, trying to earn more praise for my omega. He slowly grabbed my hands with one of his as he used the other to lift my face slowly. "Not yet my pretty little omega, we will get to that another day, we have it perfectly planned out for you."

Thanks to his light use of the alpha tone, I was able to bring my conscious back up to the front. Pushing aside the omega mindset that so desperately wanted her pack to claim her. I nodded as an answer to chan.

For the rest of the day, we spent it cuddling and watching movies. If only I knew the future, if only I could see what was coming. How unfortunate it is that good and happy can only ;last so long before fate hits you with some sort of pain or sadness. But this is life, I just hope we can survive the evil coming for me.

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#alpha beta omega #bang chan #childhood trauma #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #lee felix #lee minho #omegaverse #seo changbin #traumatic past #tragic #x reader #stray kids

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whumpypepsigal · 1 year

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Chicago Fire s11e10: “Carver's been struggling a little.” — “Struggling how?” — “When we roped Kidd down into that vent, he kind of panicked. …He hasn't totally been himself lately, none of that cocky stuff, you know?

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thebardisabird · 11 months

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Hey sorry if this rq is too specific. But could I have matsus with a s/o that has a bad perception of love because of how their family raised them? They think they have to reach certain expectations in order to still be loved? Like they have to work their absolute hardest or else people will stop loving them? If they make a mistake they freak out and try to overcompensate for it because they’re scared matsus will leave them because that’s what they’re used to. (Sorry this is LONG aaaa)

You're totally fine, Anonym. If this is for cathartic reasons, I hope this helps you in some way. I only had the energy to really do choukei here, I apologize. Enjoy either way:

Osomatsu is not exactly privy as to why you're so adamant on working extra shifts. He's concerned when he sees how tired you are when you come home. While he was initially excited to have some extra money in his pocket to go play pachinko, he hated that he barely saw you as a result. The first time he brought it up you had immediately shut him down saying you didn't mind at all and as long as he was happy you were more than happy to do it. So when you gave him ten thousand yen to go play pachinko, he realized he'd had enough. "I don't want it," he refused, handing the bills back to you. It was then he saw it - the sheer panic on your face. You'd begged him to take the money and go play, tears starting to form at your eyes. He's taken aback, but he realizes that you're scared that he refused. You two end up talking about your past and how you were always taught to do better, be better in order to be loved and appreciated. “That’s stupid,” Osomatsu huffs out bluntly, and the criticism stings a little. You think he’s directing that frustrated grunt at you for not knowing better, but he dials back once he sees your downcast eyes, “Sorry - I mean that’s stupid that you were told to believe that…now I don’t really know a whole lot about love, I’ll be honest, but I know that’s definitely not it.”

He takes your hand, eye softening as he scans your face , “I want you to be real with me. Listen to what your gut tells you, not some bullshit idea your parents made you go through so you could win their approval - it’s how you truly feel inside that matters, nothing else.”

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Karamatsu catches you crying over his guitar one afternoon. The instrument is polished and pristine in your hands, which if deduction served him at all, would not constitute a reason for your tears. He knocks a the open doorframe, “Darling, what’s going on?”

Immediately your tears fall tenfold, your hands clutching the neck of the thing in fear, “I-I’m so sorry, Karamatsu! I’ll pay for it, I promise! I’ll buy you a new guitar even just please…!” The panic in your voice worries the second son, and he can see by your eyes that’d you’d been crying for some time now. He kneels to the floor with you, “Easy, my love, easy - what happened?” his voice is gentle, his eyes looking over the parts of your body visible to him for any signs of harm. When he doesn’t see that you’re hurt he affirms, “I assure you, whatever’s wrong would never have me cross with you…talk to me.” There’s a struggle in finding your words at first, but you take a few breaths and apologize. Unfurling your hands you show him the issue - a broken guitar string. You sniffle, “I was just trying to take care of it…you love your guitar so much and I ruined it,” your head lifts; tearfully you beg, “Please let me buy you a new one, I know I’m a terrible partner for damaging your guitar, but I’ll do whatever I can to fix this!”

Karamatsu is taken aback by your crying. To hear you so distraught over his instrument both touches him and breaks his heart. Carefully he faces his palms out, “Here, let me show you something.” When you hand him the guitar you prepare yourself mentally for anger and outrage, a reflex you’re accustomed to due to your past. But it never comes. Instead, you find Karamatsu quietly turning the tuning peg and unraveling string. It comes undone in a cinch to your subdued amazement, and he sets it aside. At the opposite end, with some gentle force, you watch him pop a small pin from its place, which allowed him to pull the other half off. "There," he finishes, setting aside the broken string, "It's a simple fix, my love. They're replaceable and easy to remove. No harm done." He lends you a gentle smile, though you can't tell if that makes you feel better or worse. It's hard for you to look him in the eye at the moment, so you settle instead for looking at the guitar. "You're not upset?" came your apprehensive question. He shakes his head, "Not at all, sweet dove, I've broken many myself...though, I have to ask - are you alright?" His hand reaches out to gently tip your chin upright Your vision is blurred by tears once more, but you can make out the furrowed brow of your boyfriend, "I've never seen you react that way..." You shudder at the idea of what you're about to tell him, but you continue, explaining your childhood consisted of heavy punishment for even the smallest mistakes. In your family there was no room for error or imperfections in the slightest...and you remember being on the receiving of a lot of that negative feedback. When you finish, the tears you shed throughout your explanation flow silently. You can tell by the look on his face he's stewing with some heavy emotions, and it makes you feel awful for dumping something so emotionally substantial on him. But in Karamatsu fashion, his response is to simply wrap his arms around you, placing a hand at the back of your head. You inhale deeply, stifling the sob that threatens to leave you. His fingers gently tangle in your hair, "You're human. We are not perfect people, my love...and I would never be so quick to anger rather than talk to you first." He says it with such sincerity that it almost doesn't feel like he's said it all. Yet his embrace and the vibrations of his chest remind you that it is - and you shake loose that breath, relief seeping into you like a sponge takes water with the realization that everything truly was okay after all.

#asks #ososan #osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu matsuno #karamatsu #karamatsu matsuno #osomatsu x reader #karamatsu x reader #emotional damage #traumatic past #x reader #ososan imagines #osomatsu san imagines #ososan fanfiction #osomatsu san fanfiction #perception of love

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kawaiistarfishbeliever · 4 months

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Anime & Manga counterparts!

#Black Lagoon Manga #anime & manga #Black Lagoon The second barrage #Season 2 #Childhood flashbacks #Seinen #Rei Hiroe #Madhouse Studio #Gun #gif #Kid/teen Rebecca “Revy” Lee #kid Revy Lee #Mott Street New York #Chinatown Manhattan New York #Traumatic past #Chinese-American character

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fulcrum-art-fox · 6 months

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My phone insists on autocorrecting ‘Baylan’ to ‘Batman’ and it never fails to make me smile

#baylan skoll #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #I don’t know much about Batman other than the mainstream stuff but like #broody #traumatic past #adopts kids #yeah that tracks #lol

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theroundbartable · 1 year

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Welcome to Ketterdam

I had to.

@crimsonrose14

#six of crows #kaz brekker #gore #thriller #trauma #traumatic past #trigger #crooked kingdom #kaz rietveld #my art #art #painting #fanart #illustration

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lexxwithbooks · 2 years

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📖: 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 🏍🌮🥊

✍🏽: 𝐋. 𝐉. 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧

Get the book! 🌟

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eyes-of-nine · 3 months

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pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

#ahsjgdh i love the young xianle quartet sm they're almost barely not traumatized...kinda #they're very silly especially in retrospect #aaa i do also really want to draw young xie lian and mu qing but the idea of rendering that much gold detailing sounds like hell ywy #i'll do it but christ alive #my art #fanart #tgcf #tgcf fanart #tgcf spoilers #technically #also i haven't read past book 3 for now ywy #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #feng xin #hua cheng #...he gets one tag bc i'm not keeping track of all the aliases #every time i draw hc his hair gets worse and worse #my man has not seen a hairbrush in the past 800 or so years of his existence

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ghostbsuter · 4 months

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"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.

Dick stares at him. "Huh."

"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.

"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.

Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—

Huh.

"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.

Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."

Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.

In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."

And Dick understands.

Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.

"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."

Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #dick really got a kid now huh #dick: oh wow how did you get in here #danny: *fist down a cereal box and cheeks syuffed full eith food* wdym #he annoys dick during his police hours #he doesnt even blink twice when he later catches him tyring to sneak in as nightwing #dick got the most chill kid ever #dick telling bruce of how easy danny is: :D #dick then finding out about every horrifying and downright traumatic wvent in ddannys past: D:#hes calling connie raven and black canary #for the ghosts and much needed therapy #dick abt danny: what a good kid!#dick abt danny after: oh god youre traumatsied #he's parenting so hard he should get an award #tbf danny gives him a makeshift trophy with “best officer pops.ever” in glittery pen

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mediocre-shark-tales · 3 months

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Fated by the Stars

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds. Violence

Summary - Months after escaping your old hell hole, they have found you. However a new pack comes to your rescue and you enter a new upgraded world. You just need to trust that you are truly safe this time.

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My paws pounded against the mush and muddy ground, my heart pounding in my ears. Any other time this would have been quite a nice time, running wild and free. The wind gliding through my fur while basking in the soft scent of freshly dampen tree bark, mixed with the musk of wildflowers that decorate the forest floor. How ever right now I was trying to out run my old pack. It had been a few months since our last run in, after I had finally escaped their angered grasp. Memories of those terrible nights and days invade my brain reminding me why I'm running purely off of fear and adrenaline. I could hear their barks and short howls as they raced after me. Yet only one howl really set fear through my soul. He was the head alpha, the one who was obsessed with returning me to the pack. I don't know why but he has always targeted me amongst the other Omega's. Oh yeah that's right, I'm one of the poor lowly Omega's under his grasp. The only small difference is that I was able to finally escape to freedom. At the sound of more paws coming towards me, I halted against the ground as 8 much bigger wolves crept out of the tree line.

They were all decently bigger than me in their own ways, making it obvious that none of them were omega's. It seems that during this high speed chase, I had run myself and my ex pack into another pack's territory. I saw a few of them glance at me, before they focused on the 7 beta's and alpha close behind me. Each of the groups growled at each other and slowly crept closer. I slowly backed out of the area between the two groups, right before the 7 began to attack the 8. I took my chance here and ran off in a random direction hoping to escape while I still could. Unfortunately for me, it seems another member from my ex pack was hiding in the shadows. Jumping out onto me before I could truly make my daring escape. I barked out in surprise before trying my best to fight back. I almost held my own before their alpha instincts really kicked in.

I could feel his teeth digging into my skin, his claws tearing away at my flesh. I howled and barked out in immense pain, my frail malnourished body would not be able to withstand much more of this. I heard a small crack echo through my ears as pain shot from my back leg. In an attempt to push the much larger wolf off, I had most likely fractured my leg. Soon however I watched as the brown mass was body slammed off of me by another grey mass. I watched as an alpha from the other pack chased off my attacker. I nearly cried in relief until I saw the other pack begin to surround me. I slowly rolled over and attempted to stand up. Whimpering as I accidentally stood on my fractured limb. Looking into the eyes of each of the wolves, I felt as if something began to click into place. They're scents filling my nose with soft, sweet and deliciousness that I had never smelled on another wolf before. It seemed as if the other wolves began to experience a similar effect as they all began to slowly soften their stances. All of these new feelings began to race through my system, overloading and overstimulating my senses. I tried to hobble backwards as a soft whimper left my lips. I almost wished the ground opened and swallowed me whole.

I could their expressions soften as they tried to push calming pheromones out to me, kneeling slightly to try and gain my trust. But all that was lost to the winds as only a few seconds later did my body give out to the pain and wounds decorating my small frame. The sound of my malnourished body hitting the ground reverberated through my mind as I drifted off into the void.

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When I finally woke up, I found myself in a light grey room. It felt almost sterile with little to know color, and minimal furniture. Looking down at myself, I saw I was in someones t-shirt and a pair of shorts. My wounds were all cleaned and bandaged, lifting the shirt showed more bandaged wounds. What stood out the most however was the thick wrapping around my leg, at this realization also came the dull yet immense pain. I whined as it slowly grew now that I was conscious. With my phone came the sound of running as many bodies entered the room, causing my anxiety to once again skyrocket. At the familiar smell of delicious scents, I calmed down only sightly. After all I still knew nothing of this pack, of these men.

"Please don't be scared little one! we just wanted to make sure you were okay. Nothing will happen to you while you're here." The tallest one spoke, he had longer black hair up in a man bun showing off his undercut. He held his hands up in a show of surrender. Based on his body language and structure, He must be a Beta. His words helped calm me enough to hopefully stop the sour-ing of my scent. But I still could not fully trust these men, after all none of them were Omega's. Which means that no matter what each one was stronger and could easily over power me if they so wished to, and I was surrounded by 8 of these wolves.

I glanced between each of the men, they all ranged in different heights, and muscle mass. I could tell which were more likely to be the betas among the alphas. If I was correct then the Alpha to Beta ratio was split right down the middle. evenly spread among this pack. Soon the male who just oozed head alpha took a few steps forward. His frame was obviously built for the Alpha roll, with nearly perfect toned muscles and sharp intimidating eyes. "Hello Omega, My name is Chris or Chan, which ever you prefer. We can tell you are nervous and we want you to feel safe with us. Whatever you need we will take care of, after all you are our final missing fated mate. All we want to do is give you love and care until you can begin to love us as well." I was filled with confusion at the word mate especially when he followed it by emphasizing giving me love. "What do you mean by mate?" I asked without thinking. I could see and feel the confusion and sadness that radiated from the other pack mates around me. Another male stepped forward this time another beta, this one had cute freckles adorning his sun kissed face. "Oh you poor little omega, A mate is like a soulmate, someone who you were fated by the gods to meet and fall in love with. Your instincts know your mate when you see them or smell them. Their scents are alluring to you and only you, You will feel this unearthly pull to always be with them, keeping them safe and happy."

I gave a small smile at this description, whispering a short reply they could barely hear. "So that's why you guys smell so nice." I saw smiles creep onto the faces of each pack member in the room. After a beat of silence, one of the other alpha's came up to me. He had a stoic face that softened as we made eye contact. "I would just like to check your wound dressings if that's okay. Then we were hoping to carry you down to the kitchen to feed you?" I nodded at him and lifted my shirt just enough to show the biggest wound. He barely caressed the bandages giving it a quick once over before moving to check my arms and legs. "Now your leg is fractured however it is healing nicely, so we should be able to get you free from this simple cast in a couple weeks. For now we would like to carry you whenever you need to move from room to room." I gave him look of confusion. "I can easily just limp around instead, or even slide." This he shook his head at with a small smile. "We wouldn't want you to risk hurting yourself again by limping or even sliding. Please allow us to make sure you're extra safe by carrying you whenever you need?" I thought about it for a moment before simply replying with a small "I can't make any promises, but I can try." This was enough to sate the pack and each one began to smile again.

Soon the alpha who had now introduced himself as Minho, picked me up and began to carry me to the kitchen. The most muscular of the alphas sat down and allowed Minho to set me in his lap. I liked at him confused. "What should I call you?" He smirked. "You may call me whatever you like but if you asking for my name it's Changbin." I giggled a little before nodding along. Soon everyone was sat at the table except for Chris and Minho who began to pass out freshly made plates of tender cooked meats and vegetables. Two plates were laid infront of me, of course one for me and one for Changbin. I stopped to stare at the plate of food before me. It had been a long time since I had seen anything cooked that I didn't have to hunt for. But I also had never seen cooked food that wasn't obviously scraps from the alphas dinner. I almost teared up at the sight, the only thing to snap me out of the memories were the multiple quiet whines around me and the soft hand rubbing my back. "What's wrong sweet thing?" Minho asked.

I wiped my tears and sighed. "It's just been awhile since I've had such a nice looking meal." I hoped they wouldn't pry for more information and that they would just take it as I had been rogue for a while. However I only heard growls from all 4 of the alphas around me. I was confused at this, had I done something wrong? It must have been obvious how much they frightened me, as Hyunjin spoke up. "Don't be scared little one. They just are angry that it took us so long to find you. It's sinking in that you haven't been fed like the worthy little omega you are. They probably feel like they failed since their biology makes them more emotional to a pack member being mistreated." I tried to keep up with Hyunjin's knowledge but it was just so much to try to understand at once. No Alpha had been like this around me, it's so different here. Next to me I heard a sigh, glancing over I saw Felix smiling back at me. He lifted his hand slowly and ruffled my hair chuckling to himself. "Basically the alpha's really want to see you eat up and gain back your lost weight. Once you aren't so malnourished they will feel a whole lot happier." I nodded, thankful for the simpler explanation. "Okay then I guess let's all dig in?" I went to grab my fork only to watch Changbin grab it first, picking up some meat to feed me with.

I gave him a smile and allowed him to feed me the delicious meal that made my mouth water. I hadn't tasted such freshly cooked meat in forever, every bite was full of flavor. Unconsciously I began to bop around as if I was listening to a song, like a little happy dance thanks to the flavor of the food. I could hear small chuckles and saw many happy faces glancing at me. But I could care less, I was finally happy, even if I wasn't fully trusting of my surroundings. For now I would just enjoy the peace and food while I had it.

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#stray kids #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #yang jeongin #kim seungmin #lee felix #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #childhood trauma #tragic #traumatic past

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