#But god no - apparently I have to see your stupid takes because you're that special I guess

[molinaesque]

You know that popular text post that talked about how annoying it is when people reblog posts that's obviously in celebration for those particular things, just to shit all over it because it's already got a ton of notes so they're using it to piggy back off of it instead of just creating their own damn posts where they can dump all their negativity and bullshit on it? Yeah, I FEEL that post right now.

[modelbus]

hii! for your 500 followers event i was wondering if i could request wilbur with coworkers to lovers and fake dating? congrats on 500 <3

It’s kind of like I just did a part two to the previous request for the event… :D Thank you!!

This is the last request for the event, thank you all for sending in the requests! I really enjoyed doing them all <3

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Coworkers to Lovers - Fake Dating

“You know, I’m always surprised you still don’t have a special someone.”

You give a tight-lipped smile to Shannon, one of your many cat-lady coworkers. She’s really one to talk, seeing as the closest thing to a boyfriend she has is her cat, Ferdinand.

Really, you’re just trying to go home. Apparently not having a partner to pick you up was a crime in this building.

“I could always set you up with my vet’s son. He’s around your age I think.”

This is the fifth fucking time she’s tried setting you up with the same guy. The first time was nice, just like the first time she bothered you about your dating life. Seven months later? Not so nice.

You didn’t want to be an asshole and make work awkward though, so you just haven’t told her to stop. She’s a cat lady, it shouldn’t bother you so much.

Yet it does.

There’s nobody. Hell, there’s been nobody for years! Your dating life is nonexistent! And for some reason it’s exactly what all your coworkers decide to talk about with you. All of them except Wilbur, thank God.

“No thanks, I-“

“Have a boyfriend.” Wilbur interrupts. A warm weight settles around your shoulders: his stupid trench coat. “Here, I know you forgot your coat.”

You mutely slip it on. It’s definitely his stupid coat, and that was definitely his voice saying those things, so you have to be having a vivid hallucination. There’s no way he just lied and said he was your boyfriend.

“You two are dating?! And you didn’t tell me?!”

Okay, so you’re not hallucinating. You’ve just slipped into an alternate universe.

“We were worried about the fact we work together. Don’t tell, okay?” Wilbur grins, grabbing your hand.

“Oh, I wouldn’t.” Shannon assures you both. “I’m so happy for you two though! Enjoy your walk home!”

“We will. Come on, let’s get you home before it’s too dark out.”

You let Wilbur tug you along, not even remembering to grab your bag until it’s already in Wilbur’s hands. Although you were saved from Shannon, this just didn’t feel real.

He doesn’t let go of your hand until you say something about halfway down the street.

“What the fuck just happened?” You ask.

Wilbur drops your hand but doesn’t return your bag or take back his coat. “I just saved you from Shannon. She’s a bitch sometimes, isn’t she?”

“I mean, yeah, but why’d you pretend to be dating me?”

“To save you.”

He’s acting like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like friends pretend to date each other all the time.

“Wil, you realize we have to keep pretending, right? She’ll know if we suddenly break up after telling her. And not to mention we might get in trouble because we work together!”

It seemed perfectly logical that Wilbur just majorly fucked up.

“It’ll be fine. We can fake break up in a few months or something. That way the cat ladies won’t bug either of us about being single. Nobody but the cat ladies have to know. It’ll be fun!”

You sigh, but not being harassed by the cat ladies would be nice. The motion of your rising and falling shoulders makes you remember the coat you still have on.

"Oh, sorry, I still have your coat-"

"Keep it on. Your dumbass will catch a cold."

Hurtful but true, you keep the coat on.

“You know she’s going to tell everyone?” You ask, referring to Shannon.

“Oh absolutely.”

-

"Hey, love. Did you like the flowers?" Wilbur's grinning when he asks it, and you're tempted to tell him no. Just to see what would happen. But he already knows you like the flowers he left on your desk because they were your favorite.

"Of course." You answer instead.

Three months. That's how long you've been pretending to date Wilbur and that's how long he's been doing things like this. From having flowers delivered to your desk to sneaking in your favorite dessert, he's been making you fall in love with him for too long.

How were you meant to keep your feeling platonic when he did things like this? Just seeing the flowers on your desk this morning made your heart leap, knowing they were from him.

Oh, and the nicknames. You nearly died the first time he used them, a casual "darling" slid into his sentence. Now you were too used to hearing them come from his mouth. Fuck, you even liked them!

"Don't forget we're going to dinner tonight. I'll be at your house at eight." He reminds you. From behind him, Shannon gives you a thumbs up.

"I know, I know."

He wouldn't actually be there. This was simply for show, just like all the other things he did. It didn't matter if he kept holding your hand far out of view from the building, or if his little pet names persisted even out of earshot from others. Dating Wilbur was fake.

"You're hovering." You finally say, raising your eyebrows at him.

He gives a sheepish smile. For the first time since you two started... whatever this was, he had to work overtime. You were walking home completely and utterly alone.

"I called you an Uber." Wilbur admits.

"Wil!"

"I know you said you didn't want one! I was just worried about you walking home alone!"

He smiles and you sigh. “Fine, I’ll take advantage of the fact you’ve already paid.”

“Of course you will. Be ready. Eight. Don’t forget.”

“I’m not going to forget!”

At exactly eight o’clock, someone knocks on your door. You’re in lounge clothes, settling down to watch a movie or something for the rest of the night. It's probably the postman or someone normal, so you don't bother to see who it is before opening the door.

Big mistake.

"You forgot." Wilbur deadpans, and you gape at him in surprise.

Not because you forgot about your "date" tonight. No, you definitely remembered it. You just didn't think he'd actually take you on one. After all, your relationship was purely fictional for the office ladies only.

"I didn't forget." You protest. It doesn't matter if it's the truth because he definitely doesn't believe you.

His eyes flicker over your clothes. "Go get dressed. Fancy."

It's only then that you realize what he's wearing. A suit, striking black standing out against the white shirt. He looks better than good, which makes your heart flutter.

"Okay, okay. Come in, I'll try to be fast."

He steps in while you hurry to get changed. Keeping true to your word you just throw on your best clothes, not bothering to style your hair or worry about anything else. Thank God you quite liked your natural hair.

"Wil, could you grab my shoes for me? By the door, the black ones." You call out, slipping on the socks to go with them.

"These ones?" He asks, holding them up when you walk out. His mouth parts slightly at the sight of you. "Wow. You- um, you look good."

"I'd look better if I had more time." You joke.

"Not possible. You looking better, not the time. Not to say you can't look better if you wanted to- I mean, you look great right now-" He keeps backtracking, face steadily getting redder with each word.

"Wilbur?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Okay."

He hands you your shoes, and you slip them on. You haven't worn them in what feels like forever: they just sat by your door, collecting dust. In your defense, you haven't exactly had a reason to wear them.

"So why are we going out on a date?" You ask.

"What do you mean? I literally told you I was taking you on one." Wilbur runs a hand through his hair, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You're also confused here.

"But why? We're fake dating at work."

Understanding dawns on his face, and he suddenly looks sheepish.

"That's kind of why. I- I wanted to take you on a real date. Away from work, so you know it wasn't pretend."

What could you ever say to that? His words seem straightforward, but you're certain there's a trick in them. The date might not be pretend, but his feelings were. That's all that he means, right?

Hope was too dangerous of a thing for you to have now, after all this time.

He must read something in your face, because he's suddenly sweeping his arms wide in a grand gesture. You're too startled to even get a word in before he starts talking, but maybe that's for the better.

"Will you do me the honor of going on this very real date with me? I have very real feelings for you, and a very cowardly heart."

"A very cowardly heart, huh?" You ask, raising your eyebrows.

"I spoke before I thought when I told Shannon we were dating. That night I swore to myself I'd finally ask you out, but I fucked it up and jumped a few steps ahead."

Finally, you laugh. That definitely sounded like a Wilbur thing to do. But most importantly, he said his feelings towards you were real. Romantic feelings. Feelings you've felt for so long that you can't keep them in with his confession.

"I will." You answer.

Now he's the only one confused. "What?"

"I'll go on a date with you. A real one."

He breaks into the biggest grin you've ever seen him wear, and he's shown you a ton of cute animal videos. It's infectious, making you smile right along with him.

"Well then." He holds out his arm, and you take it. "Let's get to this date."

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33 😉

Side note I feel like this song just really fits Sihtric so. Thank you. And special thanks to @foxyanon for helping me hammer out some of the finer details. I also accidentally did this more inspired by, rather than the song playing in the moment. Oops 😅

You sat at Uhtred's large kitchen table. With the way he and Gisela multiply, you're surprised he hasn't had to further expand his house. Shaking your head, as though that would help you focus on the matter at hand, you looked in front of you.

Stiorra was a good girl. With Uhtred and Gisela being a little older than Sihtric and you, it was not necessarily odd for you that Stiorra was quickly becoming a woman grown. She has come to Gisela and you more times than you could count about various things. Makeup, clothes, religion even when her peers did not take kindly to learning of her being a Norse Pagan. Inevitably, she came to you both about boys. No big deal, you thought, a normal milestone for every girl.

Apparently, you could not have been more wrong.

When she brought that boy home, it was like Uhtred's world ended. He immediately "rallied the forces" as Stiorra told you, calling Sihtric first, then Finan and Osferth. Now, you sat beside Sihtric as nearly everyone stared at Stiorra and her boyfriend, a young boy named Sigtryggr. He was just a few years older than her, four at the most, and with her being eighteen, it truly seemed an insignificant thing.

Uhtred did not see it as such. He saw it as a grave error in judgement on her part, that she should be with a boy just her age, using you and Sihtric as an example.

"We are the exception, not the rule. Most couples have at least a year between them. You and Gisela are what, five years apart?" you reminded him.

"We were older," Uhtred told you.

"Hate me as you like. It will not change the love I have for Stiorra," Sigtryggr said with a simple shrug.

Before Uhtred could respond, Sihtric raised a finger from the table. Only a finger. It was part of the way the two moved together and operated. They communicated on levels you did not know, did not see. Yet, the simple movement was enough for Uhtred to allow Sihtric to speak.

"What sort of music do you listen to?" Sihtric asked. Brows furrowing, you looked between Gisela and Stiorra, neither looking any less confused.

"Metal. Rock. Why?" Sigtryggr asked.

"Do you know how many songs sing of love?" he asked the younger.

"More than I think anyone truly needs, but not enough at the same time," Sigtryggr responded. "In truth, I find them a big too soft typically."

"You need to love her in that way. The way you would give everything for her. Become soft for her. We do not get countless days to enjoy the ones we love. The gods are good, but not that good," Sihtric told him, looking to you for a moment.

His hand found your thigh under the table. A small moment of intimacy, something the two of you had long since earned in your life. You loved him completely. Every moment of your life together was priceless. Between the moments in your bed, counting the stars you could see through your window, to the couple's Halloween costumes you searched for months for, every second of your life was devoted to your love.

Sihtric turned back to Sigtryggr. "I'm not the most innocent of men. I have always been quick to a fight, if not completely to anger. I like running my mouth with so many stupid things just because it's different than everything around me. Until it comes to her," he said, gesturing to you with his head as he squeezed the soft flesh beneath his touch.

Sihtric watched as Sigtryggr nodded. The words he spoke seemed to affect the boy more than anything Uhtred could say. It showed just how deeply Sihtric loved his family, the family he made with you, Uhtred, Finan, and Osferth. His heart being a cavern wide enough to swallow the mountains you called home and still allow you room to dance across the night sky.

"If you are not prepared to give up everything for her, you do not feel what you say you feel for her. If you would not greet death without regret because you lived your life by her side, you do not feel what you say you feel for her," Sihtric said sternly. Despite his hard tone, your heart felt as light as a cloud listening to him. "To love is to be forgiving, forgive the one who has done the most wrong to you if that is required of you. To live your life every day as if it's your last, and love someone in that way, it is the greatest gift a man can know. If you sit there and can tell me you feel that way about Stiorra, I will stand between you and Uhtred. But if you have any doubt, I will end you where you stand and hide your body somewhere no god on this earth can find you to avoid you hurting my niece."

"Then I guess it's our lucky day. I get to live, and you don't have to leave your pretty wife's side to hide my body," Sigtryggr said.

A wolfish grin spread across both his and Sihtric's faces as you noticed he took Stiorra's hand. It was under the table, just as Sihtric did with you every time you sat at your parents' kitchen table. Not to hide, but to comfort, to allow a breath come to you.

"You have a lot to learn, Sigtryggr. The first being I am the calm one between the two of us when it comes to those I love," Sihtric grinned as he glanced to you.

The air eased in the room, and after half an hour, Sigtryggr and Uhtred were talking about some sports game while Stiorra rolled her eyes. You, though, were more content leaning into Sihtric's side, grateful to be loved every day by a man who treasured every moment as though it was his last.

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[nobully]

16 or 17 for the kiss meme... 👀

KISSING  MEME | 16. a kiss to gain control and 17. a  kiss  to  give  up  control.

In hindsight, she gets him with the lamest pretext ever.

"But what do you taste like?" Nicolette half-asks, half-whines one evening at his condo. It's not a special day by any means—not even Game Night with Zhilan, just an ordinary weekday in an unordinary town with Wang Yi testing a recipe for sweets because he now knows two guys obsessed with them in the city.

Wang Yi stops licking his spoon to look at her blankly. ' The hell you talking about. '

"Our kiss, Yiyi!"

Wang Yi's face flushes as red as the raspberries as he fumbles setting his spoon aside. ' Why are you thinking of that now?! '

"Who told you to stick out your tongue just to taste-test some cream?"

' What, am I supposed to stick the whole spoon down my throat or something?! '

After a few rounds of retorts treading well-worn paths, Wang Yi decisively cuts them off. ' This is a stupid argument. '

"My points still stands," Nicolette insists.

' What do you mean your point still stands, you bit my lip the first time, ' Wang Yi sputters back. ' You've tried my blood, I've tried yours; we're even. '

"The first time we did it," Nicolette corrects him, "it was after you drank my wine. Plus my abilities deal with blood all the time. That's no different from—from me tasting myself!"

As Wang Yi tries to work through that (slightly faulty) logic, Nicolette takes the initiative and pushes him where it'll hurt.

"...I just don't think it's very fair," she murmurs in a softer voice. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him freeze minutely and has to suppress a laugh, keeping up the pitiful air. "You got what you wanted but I've just been told to play along, both times..."

' Wait but, ' Wang Yi's flagging rationality chooses to wake up at this moment. ' You offered the last time and, and returned it, the kiss I mean— '

"That's because I'm a person, Yiyi, not some fancy free-to-drink fountain? Besides, it would've just been awkward if I didn't kiss back. Think about the chemistry of these things and how they work! Physically!"

' I guess you would know... ' Wang Yi trails off and while that sounds like an insult, this time Nicolette knows he doesn't mean it that way, he's just deferring to her superior experience in making out. Not like she'd take offense now, when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

Hiding another laugh, she prods him with her elbow. "So? Are you going to pay me back?"

He almost yelps. ' Now? '

"Well, no one's home, right?" God that sounded like lines out of some teenage movie. "Or if you're still shy...we could move to your room? I've already slept there a couple times, anyways."

Wang Yi hesitates and Nicolette privately thinks she's going to give up if he's still so damned stubborn, because it's hurting her pride to put so much on the line and still have him reject her without a second thought every time. Actually, maybe she should retract her offer first, since that'd be at least slightly less humiliating than hearing him say no.

With a huff, she turns away from him on her chair. "Fine then, if you want to be selfish—"

' No, uh— ' A hand grabs her sleeve at the same time Wang Yi speaks. ' I was just...let me clean up this stuff on the counter first, okay? I don't want to leave a mess for my roommates. '

That's better! Nicolette instantly brightens and turns to him with a smile. "Oh, let me help."

***

When they're finally sitting on his bed (in his room, with the door locked and windows drawn because apparently Wang Yi's paranoia goes harder when he's stressed), Nicolette almost regrets not kissing him right then and there in the kitchen because he's so freaking nervous.

' So, uh, ' Wang Yi's fidgeting, so much that when his knees accidentally brushes against Nicolette's beside him he almost jumps. ' Should we do this on the count of three or...? '

"Yiyi, we're not running a marathon."

' I know, but like, how else do we know when to start? '

Nicolette just stares at him. They hadn't had this problem the last two times, but in retrospect there were other things going on at the same time. In the first he'd been dead drunk, and in the second she'd been bleeding out. Now with nothing but a kiss between them, Wang Yi's mind is working overdrive to fill in all the empty space.

It annoys her more than it should because—hey, there's a pretty girl sitting right next to you, isn't that enough? If he'd just focus on her instead of his, she doesn't know, performance anxiety or whatever she's sure things will be fine! He's a natural, after all!

"Wang Yi," she lowers her voice, only half-joking. "Have you ever kissed a girl? You know, besides me."

He doesn't even need to think before shaking his head. ' Uhh, no? You're my first. Is that bad or something... '

She has to quell the smug feeling of satisfaction even as she demands, "Why would that be bad?!"

' Because I don't have experience? '

"Oh, believe me," Nicolette narrows her eyes with a giggle that's positively girlish, "You have ways to make up for it."

' Glad one of us is confident, I guess... '

"Why don't you," Nicolette tries, "just leave it to me?"

' Like how? You say people aren't fountains— '

"Stop thinking so damned much!" she cuts him off. "Look, it's easy. I'll start us off and you just...relax and react, okay? Just learn what feels good and...go with that, it's fine."

' Those were the vaguest fucking directions I ever heard. '

Oh, but fucking's a whole different rodeo, she thinks privately before snapping at him. "I told you to stop thinking! In fact, start right now and close your eyes!"

In the end, orders seem to work best. Wang Yi shuts his eyes and simply sits there, waiting for her next move. He's oddly blank this way, and Nicolette finds herself missing the dozen or so things he tries to hide behind those bright green irises even though his creased eyebrows reveal his nerves. She raises a hand to casually brush his cheek; he trembles slightly but doesn't open his eyes.

' What is it? ' His question comes out as a hiss.

"Nothing, just checking that you're still awake."

' What the h—mhnn! '

She catches his open lips on "hell" and smiles around them as she urges, "Remember, don't think."

' Nngh...okay... '

Wang Yi's remarkably pliant when he doesn't fight back. Even though his muscles are still tense and his fingers curled like death around the sheets, he keeps his lips relaxed as he's been told, accepting everything that Nicolette gives him. It's as if he's suddenly stripped away his walls to leave the vulnerable center exposed, leaving her exulting in her private triumph. She's not sure if this counts as trust, but it certainly tastes just as sweet.

"Kiss me back—you can, mmnh, be rougher, ah," she murmurs as she languidly sucks on his lips, a slow teasing motion that stimulates them both.

He obeys—working partially on memory as he deepens their connection—and she almost wants to laugh, with how earnestly he tries, how easy this is.

Since when had anything been easy when it came to Wang Yi?

He tastes like candy today, she thinks, and it's probably the fruit cream to blame, but that adds another layer of unreality to this whole thing. Sugar and spice and everything nice—it's pleasant, but it feels like a dream—or maybe this is Wang Yi too, except the part she doesn't get to see? She glimpses it often enough, when he's talking to Lanlan or Sun or anyone similarly gentle, but it's never been her turn until now.

The slightest trace of bitterness creeps into her thoughts before she hears a whimper—she looks down and realizes she's overpowering him, pushing Wang Yi so far backwards that he's almost falling on the bed. He doesn't though, bracing himself against the bed frame as he bears her assault, though the involuntary cry is enough to show that he's close to giving out.

She breaks contact then, leaving his mouth open and confused and wanting, before grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him against the mattress. His eyes fly open in surprise but she covers them with one hand as she leans in to take in the sound of him panting for breath.

' N-Nicolette, I— ' He stutters and she can feel his eyes darting back and forth beneath her palm, the lashes brushing against her skin like the wings of a trapped butterfly.

"Shh... I told you to relax," she coaxes him and waits until his eyelashes stop tickling her to dive in again, because she hungers and thirsts and it's so, so rare to find Wang Yi in a moment where he actually lets her take.

As promised, she guides him the entire way, until he's lost enough to sink, to fall, and to take back control. She lets him flip their positions so that he's on top and revels in all the sensations: tongue upon tongue, fingers against skin, even the sound of their breathless gasps mixing with rustling sheets and quiet moans in some sort of New Age symphony.

At some point his hand finds the spot on her waist where she was wounded last time and gives it a squeeze—in fondness or memory, she doesn't know. Her hands aren't idle either—she's never been shy when it's time to indulge—slipping beneath his shirt with soft caresses that turns the pace of Wang Yi's kisses almost desperate at times.

They might've kept going—they could've, if it wasn't for the sound of the oven timer going off. He stops in the middle of sucking the skin along her neck, eyes still hazy with arousal, and mutters in confusion, ' The fruit tarts are done. '

The next second he looks down—realizes Nicolette's shirt's pushed halfway up her torso and his hand’s fondling somewhere it shouldn't be—and sputters out, ' Weren't we supposed to be just kissing? '

His eyes dart to her face accusingly but Nicolette just smiles like the cat with the cream and licks her lips, pink tongue teasing him with the tiniest glimpse. "Congratulations, Yiyi. You graduated with honors."

[watch-my-cosmic-death]

That actually sounds more fun than any party would lol

I'm really happy I can make such a good impression:))

I mean I guess I can be a little cool sometimes but I promise you 95% of the time I'm so damn awkward lol

I mean c'mon you do have an amazing mind! You say so many things that wouldn't have even crossed my mind:) okay but I would sign that petition so damn fast lol

Ohmygod I was worried there for a sec lol I don't even know what I would do if you told me something like you believe the earth is flat. Thank the gods you don't though:)

No I like the long way around!! I enjoy seeing a little bit into how your brain works:) But what's upsetting to me is that until see send something fucking huge to store all that space junk, there's a good chance that it will all just burn up in our atmosphere:'(

I feel like if/when humanity moves to another planet to kill it like we are killing earth, we will have to bring either absolutely everything, justice system, police, all that stupid shit or we will bring nothing. And it's both really funny and horrifying imagining a couple hundred millionaires running around a whole planet doing whatever the fuck they feel like. At least they won't be here on earth anymore:)

I'll try to make this as short as possible but a lot happens over the three books. So do you know anything about like the Shadow Hunters movies? I think there's a show too. But it's in the same world as that. So there shadow Hunters that are humans with angel blood so they have special powers. They hunt and kill demons. Werewolves, warlock, vampires and the fae are all in this world too. It turns out that the main character is both shadow hunter and warlock, her mother was a shadow hunter and he father was a demon. So she has some cool powers because of her angel blood but is also immortal because she's part warlock. There's a cool love triangle and (kind of spoiler: she gets to be with both of them just about a hundred years apart.) It sounds kind of lame how I'm putting it but I promise its great!!

Fnwojfwjd Rihanna is literally so fine and her doing the halftime pregnant??? Literally such a goddess!! She's so amazing!!

Oh a tattoo you say? What are you getting?? That's so cool!!! I gave that song a listen and it's so cool! I really like it:)

I'm sorry. Talking with somebody who really isn't listening can be so frustrating:/

I hope you've had a great day today!! Is there still snow on the ground?:)

Hey :)

I meant to say I when I was younger at the start of that, but apparently my sleepy state forgot. It most definitely is better than the actual parties, lmao.

You make a great impression! If it helps, you don't come off as awkward at all. You're extremely thoughtful with your words and sweet. I think you're cool 100% of the time!! :)

That's gotta be the best compliment I've ever received, thank you:) But I can say the same thing about you! Your mind is wonderful and brilliant. You have a beautiful way of thinking, and I really enjoy reading about your opinions, and I love reading how passionate you are about them. :)

That's why I decided to take the long way around to make it 100% clear I don't believe in that, lmao. I'm delusional, but not that delusional. - My brain is a mess when I'm trying to make a point. You're so sweet. :) - I feel like unfortunately that's going to continue. It is really weird to me that as humans we think we can just do stuff and expect nothing to happen in return. When we've seen time and time again because of our actions, previously thought unharmful, become harmful. It's like running the same track and expecting to find a different outcome. It stresses me out thinking about certain things because we could clearly do something differently, but we just choose to do the same things. It makes no sense to go into something with such a careless attitude. Especially when it comes to space. If we know so little about it, shouldn't we treat it with more respect, care, and thoughtfulness?? I went on a small tangent, but the point still stands!!

I would love to watch a bunch of millionaires do what they want to a planet and then watch as it all blows up in their faces. It really amazes me how, just because they have money and get away with everything because of it, they think they are just protected from the natural fact they aren't invincible. They have no idea what they're doing, but still go about everything with pompous attitudes. - I feel like it would truly test what we value in society. Especially if one of the stupid rich dickheads go first to 'run things.' They could do absolutely anything and completely get away with it because nothing applies the same there. It's a vast topic now that I'm thinking about it clearly.

For future reference, anytime I ask your opinion on any topic, please know you can write as much as you like. Write me a book and I'd read it. You don't have to keep anything short. - I know absolutely nothing about the Shadow Hunter franchise, feel free to indulge me. I'd love to learn about it from you. It's cool they have angels blood AND powers! ( Unrelated, but I'd love to be a vampire! ) Oh My God! We love a good, enemies to lovers to having a child with unfathomable power! Love triangles are complicated- I can't comment as someone who's never been in love, but'd assume it'd be super stressful. The way you put it does not sound lame! It sounds awesome! Plus I already know you have amazing music taste, I believe that translates into other media too!!

Have you seen her baby?? It's so fucking cute oml I almost died when I saw the photo.

I did say tattooooo :) I got a deer skull tattoo on my right forearm. It's fucking awesome. I've always loved animal skulls. Or just weird, morbid things. I kinda lost myself over the years, but it serves as a reminder of myself to myself? I don't know, kinda weird when I actually write the meaning of it down. Which is why I just tell everyone it's because I think it's cool and move on, haha. - I'm glad you like it!!!!! It's a pretty long song, but it just- I don't know, everything to me.

I also listened to the songs you suggested. I really loved them! I did not expect the fucking gnarly breakdown towards the end of Granite! That was super awesome. I also really loved the lyrics in Alkaline. It was aggressively beautiful. :)

It's alright, I don't mind normally. I was just feeling a tad vulnerable that day. It's all good. :)

I had a pretty chill day, thank you. I had my volunteering intro today! It was a bit chaotic, but I go in next week for three trial days. Also, I found out the charity shop is run by a church, and I got super nervous. I have nothing against religion. I just wear a lot of dark outfits, have obvious hand tattoos and now a deer skull, and I'm also just so, so gay. I also lose all cool when I hear anyone talking shit about any minority groups. So we'll see have Tuesday will go, lmao. (Though I don't think the owner's like that, so hopefully it's chill.)

Yes! There is still snow on the ground :) It was pretty relaxing to walk home in the snow storm after my tattoo appointment. I loved seeing people rush to get into shops or run to their cars. Pulling their hoods up and shoving their hand in their pockets to keep just an ounce of warmth. The snowflakes sticking to their hair ends and jackets. It was blissfully calm, which is odd for my town but not unwelcomed.

I hope you had a lovely day! I hope you got some rest too and that it was peaceful. <3 :)

[the-firebird69]

The special master was never approved they went ahead and started using him apparently before he was ruled on but they're holding to rule on it but the idiot Trump did not have him hold. What they're doing is highly illegal because they're saying oh well we had a special Master until you ruled on it but the supreme Court ruled on it actually early on and they still had the master there already and it was like a month a day ago I don't know what the hell they're doing this people are so dumb

Zues Hera

The very strict with our son like every single letter of the law and then if he's off a little they use it and then they screw around and say a few things are there way now this guy Trump is way out there attacking them with troops taking stuff from them and they're treating us like s*** saying we already lost it's mostly this idiots fault because he's massively aggressive and does stupid s*** to our son and now they think they're going to March right into the Midwest no they think they were segregated out and they're going to threaten their way underneath to get to the laser and then eventually just blast all of us with it as they're hitting planets it might have us on them. Or all their enemies so we can't stand your attitude to begin with and our son and daughter just said it's going to get a lot worse these delusional freaks are running around saying they've already defeated us because they're f****** retard gave us everything. Meaning John remillard and mac and others are retarded cuz we had brain transplants you're stupid people. There's humongous obelisk up in your areas Giants citadel yeah and some of your areas outside the perimeter what the f*** do you think those are you're fleet was destroyed Trump in half an hour practically and so is yours Tommy f have gone and you Mac quarter gone please you're in fighting to death and you can't see it God damn thing we need you to shut up and get off as we're going to decimate you here

Thor Freya

[disturbedbydesign]

Special Girl - Part 2

Summary: You arrived at Harvard as a shy, nerdy girl. You never thought a guy like Lloyd Hansen would notice you. But Lloyd saw you—really saw you—and for a time you became his special girl. Now, years later, you’re stuck in a sexless marriage. Unloved and unfucked for months, you’ve decided enough is enough. The fact that Lloyd has been keeping tabs on you for years has nothing to do with it… or does it?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: DUBCON (alcohol use/manipulation); INCREDIBLY unsafe/unhealthy/deadass wrong BDSM practices (Lloyd doesn’t do safewords or aftercare); plus-sized reader/fatphobia; cheating; degradation; bondage, spanking/whipping, gagging; knife kink; blood kink; CNC roleplay; gunplay; rough oral (m receiving); explicit sex (O,V,A); unprotected sex (Lloyd doesn’t wear condoms, ok?); unwanted pregnancies/abortion; physical intimidation/abuse; general toxicity; Lloyd is a psycho and he’s fucking mean—Dead Dove Do Not Eat! 18+ only, no minors.

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Part Two

You let Harrison play with his Switch on the drive home because you need to think. You never thought you’d see Lloyd again, much less feel his body and his lips pressed against you. Now that you have, you’re right back in that place again—you’re that clueless 18-year-old, desperate and needy and following him around like a stray dog hungry for even the smallest of table scraps. And that’s what he’s always thrown you—just enough to sate the hunger but never enough to eradicate it. You’ve never stopped being hungry for him, though, not for one hour of one day since the first time he touched you. It made you feel desperate then; it makes you feel daring now.

When you get home, you decide you won’t be cooking dinner. Tonight, you’re ordering pizza and opening a bottle of your favorite red. You’re celebrating because you know that Michael won’t want to fuck you tonight, that D-day will come and go without even a hint of intimacy, but you don’t care anymore. You don’t want Michael to fuck you, you want Lloyd to fuck you, and you’re finally willing to admit that it’s always been that way. So, yeah, you’re celebrating, because you’re ready to move on from this half-life you're living.

Of course, you don’t hold any delusions about Lloyd: he’ll fuck the life out of you on Friday night and maybe through the weekend, and then he’ll go off the grid for god knows how long. He didn’t show up to steal you away from Michael so he can have you for himself. He didn’t show up to claim Harrison and play happy family. He showed up to remind you who you belong to, who you’ve always belonged to, and how stupid you are for forgetting. 

You’re mine, Porkchop. Your body, your heart, your fucking soul—it’s all mine, and I’ll take it whenever the fuck I want it. 

You can hear him saying it like he’s right next to you, and if you’d listened to him seven years ago, you could have saved yourself a lot of heartache. He’d told you not to marry Michael. He knew then. He’s always known what you wanted—what you needed—even when you didn’t.

But a part of you can’t help but wonder if maybe something has changed. Why would he still be watching you all these years later and why would he show up now, the very day he knows you’re deciding whether or not to end your marriage? He’d seemed almost giddy at the idea of you going unfucked for so long, ready to give up on the “spineless loser” you’d decided (against his strongly worded advice) to marry. Is it possible that Lloyd Hansen actually cares? That he has feelings? Are you really stupid enough to believe that he might actually, finally be willing to love you back?

Apparently, yes, you are. Because you still love him. You fucking hate him for everything he’s done to you, but you love him and you need him and you always have. You’d long ago disabused yourself of the notion that Lloyd Hansen is capable of love, and yet here you are still clinging to the hope that he’s not really pure evil—that he only acts like a sociopath because of some deep-seated childhood trauma he’s refused to unpack, that he likes to hurt people because he’s hurting. Here you are yet again, all these years past 18, telling yourself that there’s hope for him, thinking to yourself: I can fix him.

But you decide you’ll still give Michael one last chance, if only to cement your decision to leave. It’s a late one for him at the office—there have been more and more of those lately—so it gives you time to freshen yourself up and put on a Suzy Homemaker dress and fix him a hot dinner. It’s easy enough to put Harrison to bed, exhausted as he is from practice, and once you hear him snoozing away, you return to the kitchen and pour yourself another glass of wine and you wait.

Michael walks through the door at 8:30, tossing his briefcase down by the door with a deep sigh. As he toes off his shoes, you approach him to take his coat and hang it in the closet.

“Bad day?” you ask.

“More of the same,” he replies, and then it seems he suddenly notices you—sees you—along with the table set with candles and the glass of wine poured and ready for him. “You look nice. This is… unexpected. What’s the occasion?”

“Do I have to have a reason? I just know how hard you’ve been working lately. I wanted to do something nice for you. I made you a ribeye and those potatoes you like.”

Michael looks at you and there’s something strange in his eyes—some odd mixture of remorse and anxiety. “I, uh, thanks,” he says. “You really do look beautiful.”

You smile as you take his hand and guide him to the table, and you sit down next to him and pick up your glass. “To my hardworking husband,” you say.

Michael winces a bit before clinking glasses and taking a large sip of his wine.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask. “It’s ok if you don’t.”

Michael sighs as he cuts into his steak—a perfect medium, just how he likes it. “I’ve just got this client that’s been nothing but trouble since the start,” he says. “I can’t get into details, but you know that.”

“I’m sure you’re doing your best,” you tell him.

“I’m not sure my best is good enough in this particular case, but yes—I’m trying.”

You catch Michael up on the latest Harrison news, leaving out all the parts that he might find troubling (which is most of it), and when he’s done with his dinner, you clear his plate.

“Let me get the dishes,” he says. “You cooked.”

“Leave them. Come sit with me.”

You lead Michael into the living room where the fire is blazing and you sit next to him on the couch.

“You look so tense, baby,” you say, and you can’t remember the last time you called him that. “Is there anything I can do to help you… relax?” You run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he shivers. “Maybe a massage or… something else?”

“Honey,” he says, leaning his head back into your touch, “I don’t know if-”

“Shh.” You press your finger to his lips. “Just let me make you feel better.”

You stand up and position yourself between his legs, kneeing them open wider before dropping to the floor in front of him.

“Honey, really, I can’t. I-”

“Yes,” you purr, “you can.”

You run your hand over the crotch of his pants and you feel nothing at all stirring below, but that’s not atypical for him so you reach around and unzip your dress, letting the top half fall to your waist, exposing your bare breasts. He’s got his eyes squeezed shut and his hands clenched into fists at his side, but the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes heavily keeps you going. You make short work of his belt buckle and the button and zipper of his pants, but when you reach inside his boxers you feel him flaccid in your hand. You’re starting to get frustrated, but you pull him out and start to stroke him anyway, telling him, “Just relax, baby. I’ll take care of you,” and when you feel him start to harden slightly in your hand, he finally looks at you.

“Please, honey. We can’t. I… oh, fuck.”

You take him half-hard in your mouth and his hips jerk off the couch as he curses again. You suck him hard until you feel the blood pumping under your tongue and he’s finally at full mast, and when you take him swiftly down your throat, he whimpers and his thighs start to shake.

“Fuck. Fuck. Honey, please. You have to stop. We can’t. Ohhhh fuck.”

You moan onto his cock and he starts moving his hips a bit, fucking into your mouth gently as he moans your name, but he keeps saying “No, please no,” and the mixed signals are confusing the hell out of you. When you look up at him with your best blowjob eyes, you see that he’s crying and you push off of him, horrified.

“What the fuck, Michael?” you snap.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I just… I can’t do this with you.”

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t do this with me? Who the fuck are you doing it with?”

“No one,” he says. “I didn’t mean it like that… it’s just… I just… I can’t.”

“Why?” you yell, not caring if you wake Harrison because you know now this is going nowhere—that it’s all over. Now all you need are some fucking answers. “Why don’t you want me anymore, Michael? What the fuck is so wrong with me you can’t even bear to get your dick sucked? You haven’t touched me for months. I’m your wife and you won’t fuck me. You barely even kiss me anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, sobbing as he tucks himself back into his pants. “I…” He looks at you and he looks so fucking scared but he’s also angry—angrier than you’ve maybe ever seen him. “Fuck, I just… I don’t want you anymore, ok? I’m bored of you and I don’t want to fuck you and you’re too goddamn stupid to take a hint.”

You feel like you’ve been slapped across the face, and you would have preferred a slap (or a punch or a kick or a knife slicing through you) to those words coming out of Michael’s mouth. You’ve heard them before. The tears fall even though you know he doesn’t deserve them.

“That’s it,” you say, your voice oddly calm given the storm thrashing inside you. “I’m done. We’re done. You can sleep on the couch tonight but I want you out tomorrow. I don’t give a fuck where you go.”

Michael hangs his head and stares at the floor. “I understand,” he says. “I’ll go tonight. Just tell Harrison I… fuck, I don’t know… I’m on a business trip or something.”

“Fine,” you say. “Just get out.”

You sit on the couch, finishing the bottle of pinot as Michael packs his bags. You stare at your reflection in the bay window, completely numb as Michael mumbles his feeble goodbye. You hear his car starting and rumbling out of the driveway and you feel nothing—you’re not sad, you’re not even angry anymore. Because it was always going to end today, one way or another. He was never going to want you enough to make you stay, even before Lloyd popped back into the picture. At least now you know—you heard it from Michael’s own lips: he doesn’t want you anymore.

And now you’re free.

***

The weeks after The Game were a blur. You spent your Thanksgiving break in a daze, trying to act normal around your family when you felt anything but. You didn’t exactly regret what happened with Lloyd, but you knew you’d been taken advantage of and you’d never felt more ashamed—because you liked it, you weren’t sorry it happened, and you wanted it to happen again. You told Shay about your night with Lloyd but you fudged the details a bit, telling her that you just made out with him a little upstairs but that it didn’t go any further than that. You knew if you told her the whole truth she wouldn’t get it. She’d see him as a predator and you as his prey, and while she might have been right about that to some extent, you knew she’d never understand the truth: that you were his willing victim.

When you got back from break, you found yourself making any excuse to walk past the Phoenix, hoping to catch him coming or going, but you never did. You felt like a stalker trying to find out what house he lived in and what classes he was taking from Maddie, but she took pity on you and told you the little information she knew about Lloyd (even though she doubled down on her warning to stay as far away from him as possible). He was in Dunster House with a bunch of the football guys so you started taking walks along the Charles even though the brisk fall air was quickly turning to a bone-rattling winter chill. He was concentrating in psychology so you lurked around the psych building. Try as you might to “accidentally” stumble across Lloyd Hansen, he was like a ghost, physically absent but haunting your every waking thought (and oftentimes your dreams, too).

“I don’t understand why you don’t just go to the next Phoenix party,” Shay said as you walked from the coffee shop to your next class. “I mean, you know he’ll be there, and you’re already basically stalking him.”

“I don’t want to go back there,” you told her, but that wasn’t entirely true.

You did want to go back there, you just didin’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperate you were. You wanted to just so happen to run into him around campus and see what happened from there, not show up at his doorstep like a starving puppy. But then another Lloyd-less week went by, and that’s exactly what you did.

You went a little less slutty this time, wearing a turtleneck and a pencil skirt that hugged your ample curves. It was tasteful but still showed off the body you’d always tried to hide—the body he’d seemed so enamored of, though a part of you still believed it was all a cruel joke. And even if it wasn’t, he’d made it clear to you that you and your body were to be coveted only in secret. Still, you dressed yourself up and made yourself up and you headed to the Phoenix Club with Shay on the last Saturday night before fall term exams. It was a more lowkey affair than the Game Day celebrations, but it was still pretty crazy by your standards. You were slightly more confident as you approached the door, and the same guy was there screening potential party goers. He smiled at Shay and then, a bit more darkly, at you.

“I was wondering if we’d see you again,” he said, giving you a once over. “Come on in. Lloyd’s probably still running the beer pong table.”

You felt your cheeks flame as you walked past him and down to the basement. So they all know, you thought to yourself. What the fuck did he tell them? And why? You thought you were supposed to be a secret. You grabbed a red solo cup and handed it to the guy operating the keg, who you recognized as Maddie’s (sort-of) boyfriend, and once you had a cold beer in your hand you chugged half of it to ease your nerves.

“Slow down there, champ,” Shay said. “We’ve got all night. You wanna be my beer pong partner?”

“I’ve never played,” you said. “I’ll just fuck you up.”

“I don’t mind losing,” she replied. “It just means more drinks. Besides, it’s fun. You might have some beginner’s luck.”

Shay, always fearless, elbowed her way past the crowd surrounding the beer pong table and you followed behind her, apologizing to the people she’d shoved past. When you got to the keeper of the list, you saw that there must be at least 30 pairs ahead of you.

“Forget it, Shay,” you said, but then you heard him.

“They’ve got next.” Lloyd’s deep voice cut through the cacophony of music and chatter.

“What the fuck, Lloyd?” you heard some girl complain. “We’ve been waiting forever.”

“Sorry, darlin,” he said. “I made my friend over there a promise and I intend to keep it.”

Lloyd looked at you then, and you could feel his blue eyes searing through your clothes and into your skin. You were already sweating in the sweltering basement filled with body heat but now your whole body was on fire. He smiled at you and there was a bit of the devil in it, and that’s when you noticed the tall, skinny blonde girl next to him—who seemed like more than just his beer pong partner—hanging off of him with one arm around his waist and the other over his shoulder.

You were so fucking stupid. Of course he had a girlfriend. You turned around to leave but he called out your name.

“You’re with me,” he said, pointing straight at you. He turned to the girl next to him. “You need a break. You’re shitfaced and I’m sick of carrying your ass.”

“But Lloyd,” she whined. 

“Go get some air, drink some fuckin water, get your shit together.”

The blonde huffed and stomped off towards the courtyard as you tentatively made your way over to Lloyd’s side of the table.

“Was wondering when you’d show up,” he said. “Thought maybe you died.”

“I’ve been around,” you replied. “Just busy, that’s all.”

“Whatever you say, Porkchop.” He reached around you to grab the stack of cups on your side of the table and gave your ass a little squeeze before he picked them up to rack them. “You any good at this game? Or, wait, let me guess—good girl like you doesn’t play drinking games.”

“I’ve never played,” you said, “but I want to learn.”

“Oh, I’ll teach you, Porkchop. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

To both you and Lloyd’s surprise and delight, you were surprisingly good at the game. The two of you won the first three games you played together, and the more you won, the handsier Lloyd got. You liked it, of course, but it confused you. If he didn’t want to be seen with you, why would he call you out to play with him? Why would he place his hands on your waist to steady you when you took a shot and why would he hug you tight when you emerged victorious? He was acting like you were together and it was obvious to everyone watching—especially the Phoenix guys who had gathered around the table to watch his winning streak. Of course you heard the whispered comments—words like “fatty” and “chubby chaser” tended to pierce through the all the racket and shoot straight into your ear, like they were spoken at a frequency made just for you to hear them. These were the same guys who oinked and squealed at the Game Day party, you knew—the guys who had given Lloyd shit for even looking at you—and yet here he was with you in full view of everyone, seemingly without a care in the world about it.

Maybe it was all a front, you thought. Maybe he actually liked you enough to want to be with you openly. Maybe he was grown up enough not to care what his buddies think. Lloyd sunk the final cup of your fourth winning game and you smiled up at him as he raised his fists up above his head and cheered, talking shit to the losing team who had 5 cups to chug. Lloyd turned to you and you thought for a moment he was going to kiss you, but instead he just grabbed your ass and leaned down and spoke into your ear, “Let’s go upstairs. I’ve got something else I want to teach you.”

The second Lloyd got you in the master with the door closed, he threw you against the wall and stuck his tongue down your throat. His hands were everywhere, roaming over your body and kneading your flesh like dough as he moaned into your mouth. He held you against the wall with his body and you could feel him already hard through his jeans. You grabbed onto his shoulders and squeezed, the firm muscle barely giving under your fingers, and then he pinned your arms above your head with one hand while he shoved the other up under your skirt. His mouth didn’t leave yours as he pushed your panties to the side and ran his fingers across the slick at your entrance, grunting when he felt your wet heat coat his fingertips. He slid two thick fingers inside you without warning and you gasped at the burning stretch of it.

“So fuckin wet and tight, goddamn,” he said against your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He tried to knee your legs open wider but your skirt was too tight. “Take this shit off. All of it. I wanna see you.”

He pulled his fingers out and you clenched around nothing, dazed and breathless against the wall.

“You want me to do it for you, Porkchop? I’ll fucking shred every scrap of clothes you got on to get to that sweet little pussy.”

“Don’t,” you said.

“Then hurry the fuck up. Don’t keep me waiting.”

You scrambled to get out of your clothes, first your sweater, then your tank top, then your skirt, and when you stopped at your bra and panties, Lloyd tsk tsk’d you.

“I warned you,” he said, and then he ripped your panties straight off your body. He went for your bra next but you got it off before he got a chance to ruin that, too.

“There she is,” he said, taking in the sight of you standing naked in front of him. “Get on the bed. Now.”

You walked over to the bed on wobbly legs but you weren’t fast enough for Lloyd. He grabbed your arm, spun you around, and tossed you backwards onto the mattress, watching you bounce as you hit it. He ripped his shirt over his head with one hand and shucked off his jeans, and you licked your lips at the sight of his cock through the gray boxer-briefs that left nothing to the imagination.

“You missed my dick, didn’t you? Look at you, you’re practically drooling for it. You want my cock in your mouth, Porkchop? You wanna get stuffed full of me again?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, stroking himself through the fabric. “I wanna hear you fucking beg.”

It should have been demeaning but it wasn’t because it’s all you’d been thinking about for weeks. In your head, you’d already begged him for his dick a hundred times.

“I need your cock, Lloyd,” you whined. “Please. I wanna suck it. Wanna feel you in my throat. Wanna taste you. Please give it to me.”

“I dunno, Porkchop. Might have to do better than that.”

“Fuck, Lloyd, please give it to me? I’ll be so fucking good for you if you give it to me. I’ll do anything you want just gimme your fat fucking cock pleeeeease?”

One hand still palming himself, Lloyd snapped with the other and pointed at the ground. “Get on your knees and beg me for it like your life depends on it because it just fucking might.”

You slid off the bed and onto your knees, crawling towards him and looking up at him with needy eyes. “I need you, Lloyd. I can’t stop thinking about you. I need your cock so bad. You can do anything you want to me please just fucking give it to me. I’ll die if I don’t get it.”

“That’s my good little slut,” he said, shoving his boxer-briefs down and kicking them away. “Go ahead and take it. Take all of it. You know what to do.”

You’d been preparing for this moment. After last time, when you felt completely at a loss for what to do, you’d looked up some blowjob tips on the Internet and discovered that your performance last time must have been seriously lacking. Of course, he hadn’t really wanted you to suck his dick; he’d wanted to fuck a hole in your head, and you’d let him do it, which seemed good enough for him then, but this time you wanted to impress him. You grabbed the base of his cock and swirled your tongue around the head a few times before taking it between your lips and lapping up the precum from his slit.

“Mmm,” you said, looking up at him. “You taste so good.”

“Such a little cumslut, aren’t you?” he said, and you nodded. “Keep going.”

You dragged your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip before spitting on it and taking him in your mouth. You used your hand and your mouth together, just the way you’d read about, and your cheeks were already burning from how hard you were sucking him.

“Goddamn, Porkchop. You been practicing while you waited for me? You been sucking off other guys wishing it was my dick in your mouth?”

You shook your head no with his cock still nudging at your throat.

“Just me, then? This the only dick you want?”

You nodded.

“Goddamn right,” he said. “This mouth is mine, you got that? I see you even talking to another guy with it I’m gonna slit his fuckin throat, you hear me? You. Are. Mine.”

You nodded again, taking your hand away and preparing to take him all the way down, but before you had the chance, Lloyd grabbed your hair and pulled your head back.

“Fucking say it. I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’m yours,” you said, and oh god you fucking meant it. “I’m all yours, Lloyd.”

“That’s right. Now suck the soul out of my dick like a good little slut and maybe you’ll get a special treat tonight.”

You took him down your throat, gagging and choking on him the way you knew he liked—the way that made him curse and moan and his hips start to jerk of their own volition. You bobbed on his cock for a while, making a mess of yourself and staring up at him with wide eyes that watched him watching you with a mixture of awe and self-satisfaction and just a hint of cruelty when he grabbed your head and started to fuck your face.

“That’s it,” he said. “Take it. Just like that. Such a good little whore for me. You were made to take this dick. Do it so fuckin well.”

You were lightheaded from lack of oxygen by the time he pulled out of your throat. He bent down and grabbed you under your arms, lifting you to your feet as you coughed and choked down air and walking you back towards the bed.

“You ever been fucked, Porkchop?” he asked, and you shook your head. “Didn’t think so.” He pushed you backwards and your legs fell open for him like they had a mind of their own. “You gonna let me fuck this tight little pussy tonight? I’ll be real gentle with her, I promise.” He ran his fingers through your folds and you whimpered each time they grazed your clit, and when he pulled them into his mouth to suck them he moaned at the taste of you. “So fuckin sweet.”

Your cunt was throbbing with need for him but you didn’t know if you were ready. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about what it would be like with him, even fantasized about it and made yourself cum to the thought of it, but in the moment you were afraid. His dick was just so goddamn big and you knew that, despite his promises, Lloyd Hansen was not the type to be gentle about anything.

“Will it hurt?” you asked.

“A little,” he said, “but I know you’ll like it. You know how I know?”

“How?” you asked.

“Because you’re special, Porkchop.”

He crawled up onto the bed and hovered over you, dragging his teeth down your neck to your shoulder and biting the spot where the two met. He bit you hard and you hissed, but fuck it felt good and you wanted him to do it again—to leave his marks all over your body, inside and out.

“Do it,” you whispered. “Fuck me, Lloyd. I want you to.”

“I know you do,” he said. “I could smell it on you the second you walked through the door tonight. Your little cunt is so fucking ripe and ready for me, but I’ll be nice and make you cum first. You wanna know why?”

“Because I’m special?” you asked.

“That’s right,” he replied. “You’re my good little slut and you get to cum before I fuck you.”

Lloyd kissed his way down your body—hungry, open-mouthed kisses with tongue and teeth that left marks on your breasts and your tummy and your hips. When he got to your thighs, he grew ravenous, his big hands squeezing your flesh with a bruising pressure as he took a mouthful of your upper thigh in his mouth and bit down hard.

“Fuck,” you cried out, and he just laughed.

“You like it,” he said—it wasn’t a question, and he was right.

He gave the other side a matching bite mark and you bit your bottom lip bloody as you clenched around nothing.

“First,” he said, “I’m gonna stretch you out with my fingers. Then, I’m gonna eat this sweet cunt until you’re shaking and gushing on my face. And then, Porkchop, then I’m gonna teach your tight little pussy how to take this dick. You ready?”

You weren’t. You never could have been ready for what he was about to do to you. He fucked you with his fingers—one, then two, then three, then four with his thumb on your clit and his teeth breaking the skin on your thigh. He lapped up the blood as you came, and when he kissed you after you could taste the coppery tang of it. He ate you out like it was his last meal, your legs pushed as far back as he could get them so he could get his tongue into your ass, too. That made you squeal, and he laughed against your flesh as you squirmed under him. You couldn’t have gotten away if you wanted to, though. He was holding you down with just one arm across your waist but he was fucking strong and you knew it.

You didn’t want to get away, though. You wanted everything he had to give you, and when you came on his tongue you grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and you pulled it hard as you cried out, “Oh, fuck. Fuck me, Lloyd. Please fuck me.”

“You ready for it?” he asked.

“Yes. God. Please,” you replied, though you didn’t yet know what you were begging for.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, “but I’ll pull out. Do you trust me, Porkchop?”

You always did and you never should have.

Even at 18 you knew better than to have sex without a condom but he’d brought you right to the edge and you were fucking aching for him and he knew it. He could have stopped, run downstairs and grabbed a condom from one of the million college kids down there who had one, but he knew you’d let him fuck you raw the second he got you upstairs. Maybe he even knew that first night. You weren’t thinking straight, already cockdrunk and he hadn’t even stuck it in you yet. From the very first time you met him, and every single time after that, Lloyd Hansen could always get exactly what he wanted from you. He knew exactly how to pull your strings and you let him. Every single time, you let him.

Lloyd spit on his dick and rubbed it in between your puffy folds, drenching himself in your slick before he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Deep breaths, Porkchop. This is gonna sting.”

Just the tip of him had you clawing at the sheets and your eyes watering, and it just kept going. He moaned low as he pushed his way inside and when you thought he was all the way in, you looked down and saw it was only halfway there.

“Fuck, it’s so big, Lloyd. I can’t. I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes you can,” he assured you. “You can do it. I know you can. My special girl. You feel so fucking good, you know that? Come on now, just breathe. You can take it. You were fucking made for me. You’re mine, remember? This pussy is mine. Say it.”

“It hurts,” you whined, the tears slipping out the corners of your eyes.

“Say. It.”

“I’m yours,” you cried, tears flowing freely now.

“Fuck, baby. You know how hard it makes me when you cry.” He snapped his hips and moaned as he shoved the rest in you and you felt like your insides were on fire. “There it is. That’s my good girl. I know it’s big. You’re taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

“It hurts so bad, Lloyd.”

“I know, baby. I won’t move yet, ok? You’ll get used to it. It’ll feel so fucking good, I promise. Just trust me.”

He stayed that way, deep inside you, as he kissed your face and your lips, licking the tears up as they fell. Your pussy was still burning from the stretch of him but you started to feel something pleasurable inside that pain and you clenched around him involuntarily.

“Oh, fuck. I gotta move, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t understand why he was apologizing until you did, because when Lloyd started to move his hips he went from slow and shallow strokes to hard and deep in under a minute. It hurt like hell but he looked so fucking sexy on top of you, sweat-slicked with his hair wild and hanging down in his face, his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth open in a perfect pink oval as the most animal sounds came out of him. You gritted your teeth and you took his dick, however fast and hard he wanted to give it to you, because it made you feel powerful—that you were the one making him lose control like that, that you were the one he wanted to claim as his. You took it like a champ and you didn’t cry and you didn’t tell him to slow down or to stop because you weren’t boring, you weren’t ordinary; you were Lloyd Hansen’s special girl.

“Oh, fuck. I can’t stop. I can’t fucking stop. Your pussy’s too fucking good I’m gonna cum.”

You knew you should have said no or stop or shoved him off you but the truth is—and you can be honest about it now, after all this time, after everything—you wanted him to cum in you. You wanted to feel what it felt like for him to lose himself inside of you. You wanted to feel it all—everything he had to give. So you let him, and the sound he made… you can still hear it even today if it’s quiet enough and you close your eyes and picture him on top of you in that room. You can see his neck veins popping and his jaw clenching and you can hear it: that feral growl that you could feel rumbling in your own chest as he blew the first of many loads inside of you.

Because, you see, Lloyd Hansen doesn’t wear condoms. That, he says, is a you problem.

He pulled out of you and his dick was Harvard crimson and white—the evidence of what you’d just let him do to you dripping off his cock onto the expensive bedspread below you. He ran his forefinger up his shaft from the tip to the base and gathered some of your mess on his fingertip and then popped it in his mouth.

“You know what they say about virgin blood?” he asked. You shook your head, too in shock at the sight before you to speak. “It’s got magic powers. Like a spell. It binds people together.”

He gathered some more and pressed his fingers to your lips, painting your blood and his cum on you like lipstick. You didn’t hesitate. You stuck your tongue out and licked your lips clean. It should have tasted awful but it didn’t; it was magic.

“You wanna go again?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied. 

PART THREE >>>

[hintofelation99]

The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

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Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

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Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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[holycrimin]

It hurts to love.

Karl heisenberg x male!reader

Tags: Hanahaki and angst

SFW

(Note: In this au, none of the main events happen with ethan, as he is not in this story. Also SPOILER WARNING.)

(Warning: probably shitty plot, but i'm trying my best ok)

[Your pov]

It all started a year or two ago, when mother miranda had found me lurking around the village. As i was not a local, she deemed me suspicous. However, before she had the chance to kill me, She had a spark in her eye. As if she had an idea. And before i knew it she was using me as some sort of vessel for her daughter, Eva. Although i am a male, she had seen something special in me apparently. I had also found out that her daughter had passed away and she was determined to bring her back.

It failed.

The experiment... failed.

I was no longer deemed useful.

She had proposed me two options. become a servant or assistant to one of the lords, or die. A slow, and painful death.

Of course I chose to be an assistant.

She was kind enough to let me choose who to work for, thankfully.

Lady dimitrescu was very much intimidating. And from what I've heard, if you mess up even just a little while working for her, you will be sent to the dungeons. Never to be seen again. And she isnt really fond of men, so I wont be choosing her.

Next up was Donna Beneviento. She was nice, although her doll 'Angie' is a little... how do I say this... creepy. It doesnt help that i have a huge fear of mannequins and dolls, so I dont think i'll be choosing her anytime soon.

And then theres Salvatore Moreau, dont get me wrong he's a great guy but.. he might accidentally drown me. I might be overreacting, but the guy smells. Although, I feel bad that he's treated so poorly by the other Lords, but i think it's for the best if i stay away from him.

And.. i guess my only option left is Lord Heisenberg. I just hope that he wont be that much of a hassle, even if he IS kind of an asshole...

A day before i start working at the factory, Mother Miranda forced us to spend the day together. To 'get to know eachother' I assume.

Lord Heisenberg looked pissed off, he wasn't really fond of me. He was more pissed off at Mother miranda though. Most likely because he was forced to spend time with me. I quickly learned what he called the 'basics of him'. Basically, common facts. Such as, the fact that he can bend metal and his deep hatred for Mother Miranda. that was basically all that he told me.

The following day was my first day at the factory. As we were walking along the factory, he stopped in his tracks. "Listen pup, there's rules." He practically growled. "First of all, Don't touch my shit. Second of all, don't go around the factory without me knowing. And third of all, Don't try to get to know me, we're keeping a proffessional relationship, got it?" He said.

"Uh.. y-yes Lord Heisenberg." I very nervously stammered, lightly blushing at the nickname he gave me.

"Good, now let's get to work."

Present day

That was around a year or two ago, and while i have gotten closer to the other lords, i never managed to get to get close to Lord Heisenberg. And..

I'm an idiot who fell for him... And... I know he'll never feel the same way. I've tried getting his attention, impressing him, but... nothing's working. Every time i try to get close to him, wether it's emotionally or physically. I get pushed away, literally and figuratively.

It's my fault really. I fell inlove with a man who was emotionally closed off. His charisma, his voice, everything about him just makes me fall more and more inlove with him.

I know i wont have a chance, hell, i dont even know if he's into guys... Guess i really am an idiot, huh?

Later that day, Lord Heisenberg asked me to help him with something. I agreed of course, and during that time I tried to know him more. "Jesus christ, are you trying to get me to open up or something? Cause' that's not gonna happen, so give it up." He spat out, "a-ah... sorry Lord Heisenberg.." I stammered out.

A few minutes of silence pass. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands. "I- ugh.. Just- you're doing it wrong. Here, let me help." He said, while holding my hands 'teaching me how to do it right'.

Of course my face started heating up, the feeling of his slightly roughed up hands on mine... it feels nice. Although this is probably the only time i'll ever get close to him.

"Hey pet, you ok? Geez, you're practically as red as a tomato." He said, while still holding my hands. "Uh.. y-yeah..! Uhm... i.. i'm good.." i stuttered, feeling his breath on top of my head. He was bigger and taller than me after all.

"Well, whatever you say, pup." He shrugged as he continued his work. I got a little flustered on the nickname, i never got used to that..

After, he went and ordered me to get supplies fron the duke.

As i was walking along the pathway to the duke, a few lycans were following me. They didnt seem to be attacking, so i just left them alone. However when i reached the duke, the lycans were gone. How strange.

"Well well well, if it isn't Heisenbergs pet! What brings you here, young man?" He says, with a shit eating grin. "Ah.. well, i'm just here for some supplies is al-" i was then cut off with a series of coughs, "Oh my, are you alright?" said the duke, genuinely concerned. "O-oh i'm fine i ju-" i was then cut off by another series of coughs, but just when i stopped, a small white flower petal came out of my mouth.

"Oh dear, i hope this isn't what i think it is... Are you sure you are alright?" Asked the duke. "I.. i dont know," i pause and look at the small flower petal in my hand. "do you know what's happening..?" I questioned him, very much confused. "It may be something called the 'Hanahaki disease'. It was said to just be an urban legend. Where, if you were suffering from unrequited love, you would begin to cough up flower petals." He explained. "I didnt think it was real.." he muttered to himself.

"..." i was silent as i stared in shock and horror, I'm.. coughing up flowers..? Like actual, real flowers...?

From.. unrequited love.... i should've known, i... i should've known that he would never feel the same way.

How could i be so stupid, to think he would fall for a mere mortal like me. Or atleast.. i think i'm mortal. "Well," the duke spoke up, "luckily there are two ways you can get rid of the sickness." My eyes lit up, "the person you like, either loves you back," he continued "or, you can get surgery. Not only will it remove the flowers, it also removes all of your feelings for this particullar person permanently."

"Th-that's great! I can finally get this 'hanahaki' disease while also getting rid of my feelings for him-!"

"Him?" The duke asked as he cut me off, "do you mean Lord Heisenberg?"

"Uh-" as i think about him, i start coughing again. This time, blood was spilling over. And so were many petals. "Oh dear.. so just the mere thought of him triggers it..?" He said, concerned. "Uh... i'll just... take the supplies. Thank you though, duke."

"No problem, stay safe. But remember, the longer you wait around with the flowers still inside you, the worse your state will become." He informs me,

"I'll try to get the surgery as fast as possible duke." I said, waving him goodbye.

As soon as i walked out, those same lycans followed me all the way back to the factory. Strange isn't it? Anyway, when you finally arrived at the factory, supplies in hand, I hear Lord Heisenberg open up the door.

"Here, let me help you with those." He says as he starts taking some of the bags.

"...Why are you being so nice all of a su-sudden?" I stammer as i try to hold in a cough. "Would you rather not have me nice, pup?" he growled. As i opened my mouth to speak, i was interrupted but a fit of coughs. Blood spilt out as did the petals. Heisenberg didn't seem to notice as he was already far ahead.

I try to cover it up as much as i can as i try to catch up with him. "Jeez.. Finally, you caught up-" he cut himself off. "Why is there blood on your face?" He said, slightly concerned. I froze. "Uh.." that was all i could say. "Whatever.." he said as he wiped the blood away from my face. A faint blush spread accross my cheeks.

I excused myself to the bathroom as i felt another fit of coughs. More blood splattered out as well as more petals. God it hurts. I heard a knock on the door. "Hey pet, you've been there a while, you sure you're alright?" He said

"Uh- yeah, i-i'm fine..!" I said, trying to hold in my coughs. "Well just make it quick, we have work to do." "Yes sir..!" I reply back quickly, not wanting to upset him. I quickly cleaned myself up and walked out of the bathroom. "Took you long enough." He sighed, annoyed. He went ahead and grabbed his hammer, dragging it along the metal floors. It was loud enough for him to not hear you cough up more petals.

~later that week~

My condition kept getting worse and worse, to the point i was barely able to breath. I've consulted the duke, however nothing seemed to work. No matter how much medicine, herbs or other medicinal items i jammed into my body, it just won't go away.

I was asked to come over Lady Dimitrescus castle, i'm not exactly sure why. Maybe she heard of this 'hanahaki' disease?

As i make my way to the castle, lycans started to follow me. Even more than before, why was this happening?

I finally arrive at the castle, the lycans seem to be watching me very carefully. I hear the doors open, and out came a tall lady. "Ah, Y/N! I'm glad you came! Come in." She said, holding the door open for me.

I walked in and was immediately tackled with a hug. "Uncle Y/N! You came!" Exclamed Daniela, one of Lady Dimitrescus daughters. "Oh, uh... hello Daniela." I say, hugging back. I never imagined them to warm up to me. "Now now Daniela, me and your Uncle Y/N have something to discuss."

"Aww man... well, i'll see you around Uncle Y/N!" She waved goodbye to me. "I'll see you around, Daniela." I say as i wave back. As soon as her footsteps were no longer in range, i spoke up. "So.. what did you want to talk about..?" I carefully asked the tall woman, not wanting to be sliced to bits. "Well, as i said before, the duke has informed me of something related to your wellbeing."

"So... you've heard about this.. 'hanahaki' disease, i assume...?" I say as i tense up even more. "The duke told me about it, and when i asked why he was informing me about this, he simply stated it had something to do with you. So tell me, do you have it?" She asked me with a concerned expression.

"W-well.. I-.." i say, sighing. "Yes, as far as i know." I reply, not wanting to lie to her. "As much as i dislike that wretched man, Heisenberg, i must ask, is he the object of your affection?" I froze. "Well... uh-" i cut myself off as i break into a fit of coughs growing more and more violent than the last. "Oh dear- MAIDS!" She called out, panicking, as blood and petals fall out of my mouth. She patted my back as i continue to cough. "So... it is Heisenberg.. I am terribly sorry Y/N i did not know this would happen.." she said, apologetically.

"I-it's alright-" i break into another fit of coughs. But instead of petals, this time, there were fully grown flowers. "i.. i can't b-breath.." i say almost blacking out. The last thing i see and hear are the maids, Lady Dimitrescu shouting to get the duke, and the door opening to reveal... Lord Heisenberg..? "Goddammit, out of my way-!" Was the last thing i heard before blacking out.

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I woke up to the duke. I sat upright, "what... happ-" i was then cut off by the duke. "You're awake! Honestly, i.. didnt know if you would wake up.." he said sadly. "Thankfully, i was able to patch you up just fine. And after days and hours of research, i finally found an alternative to your hanahaki!" The duke said, switching from a sad, to a cheerful mood.

My eyes light up, "W-wait, really!?" I said as a smile creeps up on my face. The duke gives me a small bottle, "Here, take this. Free of charge!" He said as he smiles brightly. "Now, you should drink it as soon as possible. Lord Heisenberg is waiting for you outside."

"I will, thank you duke!" I said as i waved him goodbye. As I walked to the gates, I take the small bottle and drink it. Within seconds, the flowers were gone. I could finally breath again!

Walking out with a small smile, I saw Lord Heisenberg. "Oh, hey-!.. uh.. i mean, hey. You're awake, lets... get back to the factory..." he stammered out.

..

Was it just me, or were there tears on his face..?

The walk to the factory was silent, but as we walk up to the factory gates, he stops dead in his tracks. "Before we go in, I just uh.. wanted to let you know that the duke let me know about how you really felt about me." He said. "And.. after a long time of thinking about it.." he cuts himself off as his cheeks turn red,

"...I like you too." He confesses.

But,

I don't feel any different.

I don't have butterflies in my stomach.

I don't even feel my face heating up.

It was like...

I was never inlove with him in the first place.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way." "W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I watch as his expression goes from flustered to heartbreak. "..." i grow silent.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't." I say, opening the doors to the factory, not wanting the situation to get more awkward. "...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." he says as his voice was slightly shaking. "Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." I said, walking in and closing the door on him.

[Heisenbergs pov]

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way."

"W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I say with my voice slightly shaking. Dammit.. god... fucking...

DAMMIT...!

Just when i thought i finally found the love of my life, he's stripped away from me.

"..." he was silent.

I could feel the heartbreak slowly filling me up.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't."

"...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." i stammer while i try not to break down infront of him.

"Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." He says, as he walks in and shuts the door. Heh.. it's cute how he still worries about me when..

Nevermind.

I need some time to thi-

My thoughts were interrupted when i started to violently cough. What i didn't expect though...

Was a flower petal.

"..."

"Heh..."

"So this is what he felt." I said, as i look at the bloody flower petal in my hand.

[aalghul]

Aside, but I think we discussed previously how if the Batman who Laughs (ugh) showed up in the Pre-Boot. That the logical sequence of events culminates in Jason hearing about him and then three days later said Laughing bats mangled corpse is found on the JLA's lawn along with al the Lazarus cured Robins.

But I was also thinking.

How fun would it be to just see Steph tear into the Laughing Bat (OR Batman, or Joker) Like just full on mocking and dragging him and refusing to take him at all seriously.

"Sh, sh, sh, BJ, listen, if I ever gave more than two shits what Batman thought of me, I'd have quit being Spoiler after the first few rounds of gaslighting and emotional abuse."

"Ohno! A bad thing happened to you and now you are broken/enlightened. Its not like tons of other people haven't gone through that gauntlet and not come out raving losers."

"Oh I'm sure you think you're so deep and interesting when you murder people. Like you have some amazing point to make, or just have the right of it, which puts you on the emotional maturity level of every random gun toting asshole in this country. Such a special club you're in!"

"Honestly, the fact you expect me or anyone to take you seriously, is a fucking joke, bat bitch. I mean really, you're a failed version of a guy I don't even listen to on a good day."

"B- B- I'm batman who laughs! You say, swanning about in your leather and stupid face paint, just screaming, look at me! Look at me! Because no version of you has ever apparently outgrown the childhood idea that the universe revolves around your lame ass self."

Then she caps it off by knocking him out.

Yes, we did!

I actually laughed at this. I mean it’s WFA canon thst Stephanie had laughed Bruce out of a room before, what’s to say she wouldn’t do this? But she did not lie once in that whole dialogue. Everyone just needs to sit back and watch the show because she’s about to make this motherfucker cry like the regular Joker never was able to. Full Mean Girls style. He’s going to beg her to let Jason kill him by the end of this. A Bruce she can totally humiliate without her natural empathy kicking her ass? It’s a dream come true. Bruce is standing in the corner, holding in tears himself, but thank God for the cowl.

[eulangelo]

callout for @genderfluidlucifer

google docs

tw for transmisogyny + TERFs + emotional manipulation

Transmisogyny

Lucifer is a huge transmisogynist who will complain 24/7 about how TERFs hurt the ace community, but the moment @randomclustermissile , a trans girl (who is not an exclusionist at all) tries to point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles (in the most vague and general way possible, without pointing fingers nor calling anyone names) Lucifer will immediatly jump to block her and so they did with me (another inclusionist) and i have to suppose to everyone else who agreed with that post, even arriving to vagueing about us in private group chats to suggest that we were “sympathizing with exclusionists”. all because we dared point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles. lucifer is TME but apparently they think they’re the authority on TERFs and their talking points but actual trans women are not, according to them, since this is the stuff that they would go and spew to other people. (screenshots from @enbyoctoling​)

here’s more examples of Lucifer (again, a transmasc person) going deep in detail about how according to them, TERFs/SWERFs hate aro/ace people and are an active threat to us

1. link

[Image ID: Three screenshots of a post by Genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot is of a paragraph that reads, "Hey. So I can actually answer this. Anon your commentary about how you thought terfs would approve of sex repulsed aces is sort of it. Except...not. Basically terfs hate ace people for not wanting sex in the approved by terfs way. Terfs are actually extremely interested in [forcing] amatonormativity onto everyone. Because for as sex negative as terfs are...they don't want to actually acknowledge or change the fact that amatonormativity is at the root cause of rape culture and misogyny."

The second screenshot is a zoomed in section of the post that reads, "So yeah no I have NO idea where exclus allies are getting this idea from that terfs would even remotely care about the sexual rights of ace people. Terfs generally hate any sexualities in the LGBTQ+ acronym that aren't LGB because they can't force a gender binary onto those sexualities. At least, not as easily. That's why it's actually a massive sign of someone who doesn't call themselves a terf being a crypto terf if they use the term LGB in a positive manner. Along with the term SGA, as it is deliberately exclusive of nonbinary and not inherently SGA centric queer-aligned sexualities. /END ID]

link to the full post, these are just excerpts but the whole thing is just a very long rant about how TERFs hate ace people and so on (i think it’s worth noticing that although the actual post is kinda long, trans women are never once brought op in a conversation about TERFs issues and the only time transmisogyny is mentioned is not relevant to the conversation)

2. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is nothorses. It reads, "Because apparently I have to say it: Testosterone is not a 'violent' hormone. It doesn't make you 'more aggressive' or a worse person, it doesn't make you 'dangerous,' or 'toxic.' Transmascs do not need to be 'warned of the dangers of T.' We do not need to spend our transitions terrified that we're going to become a danger to those around us - that HRT is going to turn us into a monster.

Everyone experiences mood swings during hormonal shifts (pregnancy, menstruation, menopause, estrogen HRT, etc.) and while you might have grumpy moments or feel anger/frustration that you need to learn to handle differently, that doesn't make you a bad person.

Testosterone can change the way you access/process emotions somewhat, but if you're already thoughtful about how you handle your feelings and treat others, you're going to be fine. It's normal to lash out on occasion, by accident, then apologize and work to do better. It doesn't make you a bad person. Everyone on HRT is prone to this, and everyone experiencing hormonal changes is prone to this.

Getting HRT should be positive and affirming; you should not have to spend your entire transition terrified of becoming a monster."

The post then has a reblog by captainlordauditor that reads, "The big danger of T is that needle ouchy." /END ID]

here’s them reblogging from known transmisogynist user @nothorses (once again, the irony that a post about how testosterone is seen as the "aggressive hormone" does not mention transfem at all which are literally the main victims of this rethoric in the first place)

3. link (1), link (2)

[Image ID: Two screenshots of posts by genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot reads, "Queer exclus: We're not repackaging terf rhetoric! Saying that is transmisogynistic! Also queer exclus: Remove the plus from LGBT!" and has tags that say, "I will pay these people to grow some god damn self awareness. Imagine being this dense. Queer discourse." The post has 15 notes.

The second screenshot reads, "Honestly it is so stupid and frustrating to see ace exclus continue to deny that the ace discourse was started by terfs. Proof was given countless times. And a big name terf like galesofnovember even admitted to starting it. Those of you who demand proof but ignore all of this never wanted proof to begin with." and is tagged with, "ace discourse. The post has 38 notes. /END ID]

heres another two post of theirs conflating TERFs with ace exclusionism

4. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblogged post by furbearingbrick. The original poster is boxlizard, Lucifer's old account. The original post reads, "By the way for people still in denial about it, here's galesofnovember, a terf, admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement. She's taking credit for it. Normally if the victims of this behavior weren't ace/aro or other queer identities y'all be ready to rightfully lynch her. But since it's us, y'all just still wanna stamp your feet and go, 'Nuh uh!' instead of acknowledging facts." The part that says, "admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement" is a link to a galesofnovember post.

There is then a reblogged addition from furbearing brick that reads, "archived versions of the receipts" and has two links to the webarchive. The tags read, "Bringing this back since it's apparently still relevant. Terfism mention. Aphobia mention. Queerphobia mention. Blocklist." and has 1,455 notes. /END ID]

this is their post that ive already talked about but basically they found a 52 notes post made by a TERF in 2012 and this one person said "i dont know why i dont get to be the princess of the anti-ace-brigade" and apparently they are convinced that this means TERFs started the ace exclusionism movement and that this is one of their goals. which is insane when TERFs in real life only care about making life miserable for transfem people first and foremost.

5.link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is yu-gay-fudo. It reads, “Just in case you happen to be unaware, some of the “radfem lite” they post to warm you up to their rhetoric, just off the top of my head:

- Ace/aro exclusionism

- Bi exclusionism or claims that bi people are “less queer” bc of “straight passive privilege”

- Saying you have to be dysphoric to identify as transInvalidating nonbinary people

- Calling queer a slur regardless of context, saying people can’t identify as queer, and saying that it can’t be reclaimed

- “Mogai hell”, “kweer”, or otherwise mocking less common labels and claiming they are “just cishets who want to feel special”

- Excluding sex workers from feminist discussions or claiming that sex work is inherently evil

- Basically anyone who thinks they can determine what other people identify as”. The tags read, "queerphobia tw. twerfs tw. no id." and has 70,727 notes. It was reblogged on March 22nd, 2021 /END ID]

another example of conflating radfems to things that, while wrong, have little to nothing to do with them because being a radfem, again, is something very specific that has all to do with transfem oppression.

Emotional manipulation

Lucifer has done nothing but block, break boundaries, spread lies and vague about people, some of which were even mutuals with them knowing they would see the posts. when confronted about it Lucifer's only answer was "just say you hate me and block me" but they actually ended up blocking everyone first, making it impossible for anyone to set some boundaries with them or even just to calmly confront them about anything.

[proof: Io(popncourse) and Lucifer had a disagreement in a shared discord server, which prompted Lucifer to vague Io in a vent post. Io confronted them, as being vagued is one of buns triggers, to which Lucifer initially agreed to delete the vent post, but then proceeded to victimize themself and immediatly blocked Io. later on, Jude(malewifedeckard) was confronted by Lucifer, then after Jude told them “I’m worried that you’ll vague me just like you did with Io” they proceeded to block Jude and vagued about him too. when Io made a post (which was not a callout, it was just bun setting buns boundaries) explaining what Lucifer did, Lucifer immediatly jumped to victimize themself, acting like they were being called out and straight-up lying, even going so far as to say that no one tried to hear them out, which is a blatant lie if you consider the aforementioned Io and Jude’s attempts at doing so, with Lucifer immediatly blocking and cutting ties with the both of them. ] 

(screenshots taken by @popncourse and @malewifedeckard)

as seen in the proof above Lucifer’s behaviour is not ok because they don’t accept any kind of confrontation and immediatly jump to blocking, and after blocking, they'd immediatly go and vague about the people who confronted them pacificly, spreading more lies and painting themself as the victim and even arriving to say “no one hears me out at all” which is simply not something you can say when you block people who are trying to hear you out in the first place.

this is by no means an invitation to go and harass them, send them hate or anything like that. i absolutely don’t want anything even remotely hateful or negative to be sent their way after this post. 

this post was only made because:

1. as an ace person who fully supports the inclusion of aspec identities in the lgbt+ community i don’t want to support an enviroment that costantly downplays transmisogynistic oppression in order to be taken seriously. there are hundreds of ways to make aspec activism without acting like we(as in TME aspecs)are the victims of a system that seeks for the annihilation of transfemenine people in real life everyday. i especially don’t want to support TME individuals who act transfem-friendly but then block any transfem who tries to speak on transmisogyny without a second thought.

2. Lucifer’s behaviour has hurt two friends of mine and i don’t want to associate with someone who actively breaks people’s boundaries without taking accountability when messing up.

3. i cannot associate with someone who spreads lies about me accusing me of sympathizing with exclusionists all while having me blocked so that i can’t see it nor defend me. they complain about people not hearing them out but they’re the very first person who does not try to hear people out, and instead jumps to spread baseless rumors. this is not someone i can nor want to associate with. 

(image descriptions provided by @malewifedeckard)

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Discs|Tommyinnit|

(Takes place as actual Minecraft)

Tommy adored listening to Music since he was younger because of his older brother, Wilbur. Tommy's childhood was something special to him. He had a loving family which consisted of a father and two older twins. His father better known as Philza Minecraft was the perfect father, he was protective of his children and made sure they weren't hurt. His older twins were almost like different people. Technoblade always had his guard up and never really shown his emotional side except when he needed to, which never really happened. Techno also loved Greek Mythology and could quote almost every story by heart. Wilbur was more into making songs and singing he never really enjoyed violence, so he would play on his guitar while Techno trained.

Aside from his family life he had two best friends which were just as important. Tubbo was his right-hand man and was the first person to talk to him. His other best friend, Y/n was the person who he could always lean on and wasn't afraid to show his raw emotions. Sure he wanted to show his tuff side but the day you saw him cry was the time Tommy realized he could rely on you the most. Don't get me wrong he could rely on Tubbo as well but he made sure to put on a tough act for the boy because of his family life.

Tubbo's family was not the best, his father would always yell and neglect him, let's not leave out the fact that he's a drunk. His father always likes that but after his mom died his dad was heartbroken and it affected him he didn't pay attention to how his son felt. Being 6 years old and his mother passing away Tubbo didn't have the best childhood. So Tommy made sure Tubbo could lean on him.

Tommy was certainly the ring leader of the gang. He always suggested pranks and decided on games to play. Tommy wasn't happy he was younger than Tubbo but was happy he was older than Y/n. He always felt the need to protect you with every strength he could muster. His favorite game showed that. They played a game many kids played, the Knight, Princess, and the villain. Of course, Tommy was the knight and you were the princess tubbo would be the villain but sometimes Wilbur would play with them. Wilbur being 11 towered over them and was much stronger than the little kids which would make it 10 times more fun.

On his 7th birthday, he had a small party nothing too big, just his family, you and Tubbo. Tubbo couldn't get him much so he made Tommy a bandana. Even though Tubbo felt bad he couldn't give Tommy anything grand Tommy appreciated the bandana and put it around his neck showing Tubbo he liked it. Wilbur, Techno, and Phil gave him a copy of the family photo. It was rare to be able to take a photo so getting a copy of one made it just as great of a gift. Then the final gift was from you. You knew he loved music so you tried to get at least one rare Disc, but you managed to get two.

He stared at the Discs in amazement quickly running to the old jukebox his father owned. He put in the disc Cat. He smiled at the sound of the music, let's just say it was his favorite birthday gift he ever got. He hugged you which made you blush but you hugged back smiling. The others were awed at the sight. Wilbur managed to take a quick picture and made a mental note to get it printed out. It cost a lot but the now 12-year-old would do anything for his little brother.

A few months later Tommy woke up to arguing between his brothers and father. He silently stepped down the stairs making sure to go as slow as possible.

"What is up with you lately dad! All you do is stay in your room! You left us to take care of Tommy ever since you got that stupid letter a few months ago! Tommy hasn't noticed because of us!" Techno whisper yelled trying not to wake up Tommy which was a little too late.

"Not only that but you try to redeem yourself by giving us small gifts! Sure I appreciate it but I know why you're doing it! You don't want anyone noticing you've been acting suspicious lately" Wilbur crossed his arms.

"Keep it down you're gonna wake your brother" Phil whispered trying to stall the sudden outburst by the twins.

Tommy ran upstairs quietly putting clothes on to run to your house. He climbed out his window carefully. He would occasionally climb out his window if he was grounded to walk to Tubbo's house or your house. Right now he was on the way to yours.

It took him 10 minutes to get to your house. He grabbed a small pebble and threw it at your window. He threw 2 more before you opened the window looking down at the boy.

"Tommy what are doing here," I said watching the boy climb up to my window. He looked upset. Sitting in my bed.

"They're fighting again..."

"Whos fighting?" I asked sitting next to him.

Tommy was looking down tears streaming his face.

"My brothers and dad" He whispered. "It happened last week too but it wasn't that bad but they've been fighting more recently and I don't like it" The 7-year-old sniffled.

"Do you know what they were arguing about?" I asked placing my hands gently on his.

"My dad has been acting differently apparently" He sighed wiping his tears " I didn't notice but apparently it's so obvious to Techno and Wilbur"

"Maybe your dad is working on something really important," I said not knowing how to fully answer.

"Probably" He muttered

"Hey, I know how to cheer you up!" I said running over to one of my chests.

I looked through a few chests trying to find a music disc to play for Tommy. When I finally found it I ran to the Jukebox and put it in the slot. The disc played Chirp throughout the room. I look over and saw Tommy smiling just a bit.

"How do you have so many Discs," Tommy asked standing up walking to the Jukebox.

"My grandpa had a bunch before he died, he gave them all to me because when I was younger all we did was listen to the discs" I smiled at the memory.

"So why did you give Cat and Mellohi to me?" He asked

"Because your my favorite person in the world" I looked at him smiling I could see his face turn red which made me giggle.

"You're my favorite person in the world too," Tommy said pulling me into a hug to which I hugged him back.

"Thank you..."

"Your welcome Toms"

He pulled away from the hug and looked out the window seeing the sun slowly rise.

"Oh crap, I have to go before I get caught" He panicked running to the window.

"wait!" I ran and grabbed Chirp from the Jukebox running to the window hanging me the disc. "Take it"

"But I thought-"

"Let that disc remind you of me if you ever need to let out your feelings"

"Thank you" He smiled kissing my cheek then climbing down the house.

"Thomas!" I shouted but still smiling.

"Bye" He grinned waving

"Be safe" I whispered watching him run off to his house.

Tommy ran as fast as he could to his house before the sun could rise any longer. He climbed up to his window jumping into his room. He was holding the disc carefully when he was climbing so he didn't scratch it. He laid in bed out of breath from running but thank god he made it back before anyone noticed.

A few weeks later you suddenly stopped coming over to play with him and Tubbo. Tommy just thought you had something to do with your family as you did every so often. Days turned into weeks. He sat every night looking at the picture Wilbur took on his birthday of you guys hugging. It didn't sit right that you hadn't shown up or even sent a message that you were away. It confused him.

The next day he begged his family to take him to your house. Yes, he knew how to get to your house but he still wanted one of his brothers to go with I'm knowing his father was still busy. Tommy asked Wilbur in the morning but Wilbur said he was busy today and maybe tomorrow. Tommy had to go today no matter what so he ran to Technoblade's room knocking on the door. Only for Techno to say he was busy and not to bother him.

He sighed knowing he would have to go himself. He put his jacket on and shoes. He walked out of the house and made his way over to your house. Tommy ran to your house concerned, he had a bad feeling and wanted to make sure you were okay.

He saw your house and sprinted faster when he arrived he walked to the door seeing it partially opened. He opened the door all the way seeing the inside of the house destroyed. He walked inside looking around.

"Y/n?" He said seeing shattered glasses on the ground.

"Y/n?!" He saw blood on the ground which made his breath hitch.

"Y/N!" He ran up to your room panicked only to be faced with a pool of blood on the floor.

"No no no no no no," He said his body giving out on him making him fall to the ground blood getting on his clothes and shoes.

He didn't bother to get up and leave. He physically couldn't get up his body was in a paralyzed state so he was forced to lay where you possibly died. his breath was heavy and it was like he had no oxygen in his lungs. he wanted to cry for help but the way he was breathing, it was useless to try. He eventually passed out due to a lack of oxygen.

When he woke up it was night. He still laid in your bedroom but this time he could actually breathe. He then realized he had been gone all day and didn't know what time of night it was. Tommy slowly got up looking at his bloodied clothes. His tears silently fell as he made himself walk back to his house. He wasn't bothered by the noises of the creatures around the area. He couldn't care less if he got hurt because he had a bigger wound that no one would ever be able to fix.

The house lights were on and he saw people sitting outside. He walked closer and saw his family with worried looks on their faces. When they heard footsteps they looked to see Tommy slowly making his way to the door. Wilbur immediately ran up to the little boy pulling him into a hug.

"You had us all fucking worried!" He pulled away from the hug only then noticing the blood. "Holy shit your hurt"

Tommy just stood there no words came out of his mouth as his brother brought him inside to check his "wounds". He was sat on the kitchen counter as Phil raced to grab the first aid kit. when Wilbur went to take Tommy's shirt off to clean the "wound" He says nothing but dried blood.

"Tommy?..."

"She's gone....."

"What?"

"Y/N IS GONE!" His sudden outburst made the 14-year-old jump.

"She's dead Wilby" He sobbed Wilbur pulled the boy into a hug and tried calming down the younger boy. Tommy eventually fell asleep and Wilbur changed him into his pajamas taking the bloody clothes to the washer.

10 years later he sat in exile he lost his precious Discs and was now sent out of the land that he built with Wilbur and Tubbo when Phil went missing and Technoblade left. Wil eventually died by his own father. It was the first time he had seen Phil in 10 years only to see him kill one of the only people who stuck by him.

He then lost Tubbo who exiled him for a stupid prank he did on George's house with Ranboo. Tommy wasn't the type to snitch on someone so he took the blow for Ranboo. He had officially lost everything he ever cared about, the only thing he had left was a picture of you and him hugging when he was 7 years old.

"Tommy?...."

"Y/n?!"

------------------------------------------------------- Just thought of this randomly. ✨YOU ARE AMAZING AND PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE! YOU ARE WORTH IT ON SO MANY LEVELS✨

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Just Fine, After All

Lee Know x reader; just Minho being a complete idiot

A/N It's Minho this time, since my man did the "Step Out" on Music Bank lmao. As always, I hope you like it!

He wasn't there. It was your graduation ceremony, and your boyfriend Minho had promised you that he'd be there, but of course, he wasn't. You couldn't blame him though, because you knew how hard he had been practicing for the comeback. And while you didn't want to pressure him to make time for you, you couldn't lie to yourself and say that it didn't hurt a little.

After the ceremony, you went back home, only to find that he wasn't back from practice yet. You decided to pay him a visit at the JYP building, knowing that he would most likely have not taken a break, even to eat. You cooked his favourite ramen and fried chicken, and went over to the company. By the time you reached there, you saw Changbin and Jisung leaving. When they noticed you, you guys exchanged hugs, with Jisung, who was also one of your closest friends, ruffling your hair and saying, "How'd the ceremony go? I'm sorry we couldn't be there, and I'm even more sorry that even Minho hyung couldn't make it. He's been practicing non-stop, and he still doesn't plan on leaving." "You're the only one who can get him to take a break, so we'll let you go ahead," smiled Changbin. You bid them bye, and started on your way to Stray Kids' practice room.

Opening the door, you see Minho practicing their title song. He didn't notice you, and you knew that he wouldn't do so until you cut the music off. So that's exactly what you did, by tiptoeing to the music system and switching it off. "Minho, come on. Take a break and eat something. I got your favourite food along," you said with a smile. At this, Minho abruptly turned towards you, but his expression wasn't one of surprise or happiness at seeing you there. Instead, he seemed pissed, and scary. "Minho-," you started, but he cut you off. "Did I ask you to come here? Did I ask you to bring me food? Did I say I need a break? Seriously Y/N stop being so nagging. If you don't have anything productive to do with your life, at least let me be productive with mine. Go write your stupid little thesis, instead of annoying me," He said, turning his back to you. It was only then that you realized that tears were already running down your face. "Well, if graduating from university counts as productive in your dictionary, then I guess I've done my share of productive today. Thanks for ruining my happiness, jerk."

With that, you placed the food near the door, and walked out. Minho rolled his eyes and started the music again. But after a while, he realized that he was not able to focus. He felt guilty for lashing out at you. It wasn't your fault that he was not able to perfect a particular step in the choreography. On the contrary, he had been the one at fault for not turning up at what was supposed to be one of the most important moments of your life. You must've been upset, but you still set it all aside and brought him food.

Deciding that he couldn't go on practicing any longer, and that he needed to be home and apologize to you, he left the company. On his way home, he noticed how bad the weather had become. Worry for you set in his heart, and he tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. "I hope Y/N is safe. Great job Minho, you made them walk back home in such bad weather."

As soon as he reached home, his heart sank, because the door was still locked. Entering inside, he quickly came to the conclusion that you weren't there, seeing as how all the lights were turned off. "Where could they be? Did they perhaps go to the dorm?" With that, he called Hyunjin up to ask him if you were there, to which, the younger boy replied, "Why would they be here? What did you do?" Jisung heard this, and snatched the phone away from his hands. "Where is Y/N, hyung? What did you do? Tell me they aren't in trouble." Minho told him what had happened, causing Jisung to say, "You screwed up big time, hyung. You should have apologized to them, and instead, you made them feel annoying and useless. And now, because of you, god knows where they are. I swear if something happens to them, I'll kill you."

"Nothing will happen to them Jisung, I promise. I know I messed up, but I'm gonna make things right." With that, Minho hung up, and grabbed his car keys again. He went to Han River, because he knew you liked going there when you needed some space. "I hope they're not out in the open. God, what have I done." Once he reached there, he quickly noticed you weren't there either, meaning he had to continue his search. The next stop was your favourite 24/7 coffee shop, but that too, turned out to be a dead end. Minho was close to losing his mind worrying about you, when suddenly, his mind cleared and he understood where he had to go.

Ten minutes later, he was back at the JYP building, and was running towards the rooftop at full speed. That was the place you had confessed to him, and the both of you held that spot very dear. Why hadn't he thought of that before? If you were upset with him, wouldn't you go to just the place where he had told you he loved you, seeking some reassurance? But when he reached there, and didn't see you anywhere, he started pulling at his hair, as tears threatened to spill. He was already crying, when he suddenly heard the voice he'd been searching for, for hours.

"Minho? What are you doing here in this weather? You'll catch a cold," you said softly. He turned around just the way he had earlier that day, and once again, his expression surprised you. Tears streaming down his face, he pulled you into the tightest hug ever, while peppering your face with soft kisses.

"Where were you baby? I was worried sick," he sobbed. "I was such a jerk to you today, and I can't tell you how sorry I am for hurting you like. You did nothing wrong except for caring too much for an idiot like me, and what did I do in return? Make you feel worthless and leave you alone in this weather. I don't know how I can ever make it up to you, but believe me, I really am sorry. Sorry for not being there for you on a special occasion. Sorry for making you feel unwanted. Sorry for being such a shitty boyfriend. I'm sorry for everything, and I swear, I don't know what I would have done had something happened to you."

You break away from the hug, and say, "It's okay Minho. I forgive you. I know you're tense about the comeback, and I completely understand you not being able to show up. But..... just, please don't lash out at me like that again for no reason. That really hurt me, because I felt that you didn't want me around. You made me feel as if I was annoying to you." "I swear, I will never treat you like that again babe. I'm sorry," he says through tears, making you wipe his cheeks before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Let's just go home."

On your way back, Minho doesn't let go of your hand, making you smile to yourself. He suddenly asks, "I thought you'd be on the roof, but you weren't there. Where were you?" "I had gone up to the roof at first, because I just needed some reassurance that you hadn't meant what you said," you give him a weak smile. "But when the weather got bad, I came down to the practice room since I didn't have anywhere else to go, hoping that you would have gone home by now. And you had apparently left, so I decided to wait the storm out here. I was just on my way out of the washroom after I had done cleaning my face of all the tears and ruined makeup, when I saw you running up to the roof. I knew you were searching for me, so I followed you......"

"I'm so sorry I caused you so much trouble today baby, I'm so glad you're safe. I love you you," Minho said sadly.

"I love you too, Min," you squeezed his hand. "Now let's forget this ever happened, and go home and celebrate my graduation." "You read my mind Y/N, that's exactly what we're gonna do once we reach home," Minho gives you his signature smirk, making you shove his shoulder in false annoyance.

Seems like you two will be just fine, after all.

[acklesterritory]

That Kind of Love Never Dies_Chapter 1

Hey guys, Now that more voted to split my fictions in 2 parts, I'm back with the first part. I hope you like it. Don't forget to leave me feedbacks. I'll always appreciate them. Love you all.

This is for writing event @tvdspngirl314

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Dean x Reader series (just 2 parts)

This chapter words: ~5k

Series warning:

Angst, fluf, smut, angry Dean, hurt Reader, hurt Dean, there's some more but I hate spoilers so I insist on "Angst & Hurt"

It all started with a stupid argument at home. What was it? Three months ago? Sam couldn't remember the exact date but after years, it was the first time this awkward coldness between Dean and Y/n had started to build. He could remember the first time he and his brother came across Y/n like it was yesterday, they were hunting a very nasty creature who used to kidnap young and lonely women at night, then got them wrapped in ropes and ties on a bed in a warehouse to rape, torture and feed on their blood until the victim either died or accepted to turn into one of his kind.

Sam could remember the helplessness in people's eyes too. The pain of the victims' families, the frustration and anger on cops' faces when no one could find the criminal yet, even after the sixth missing girl.

"Sammy, he just kidnapped another girl. And I think I know where he's gonna take her. Let's hunt this son of a bitch."

When Dean was saying that, Sam never expected him to fall in love with the woman they would save that night. Well, unfortunately they weren't fast enough to prevent any harm to the girl. When they arrived and Dean killed the nasty creature, Y/n was almost dead. The monster had already raped her, tortured her … and when he felt the hunters enter the place, he drank almost all of her blood, to gain more energy to fight. So as always, Dean was up to blaming himself. Of course only in his own eyes, not anyone else's.

"Call Cas to come home. Tell him it's an emergency."

Dean told his brother when he finally could get Y/n out of those ropes. And Sam knew he was right. At that point, no one could save Y/n unless God or his angels. Maybe she was not so lucky coming across a nasty supernatural creature like that but she was lucky enough that Cas arrived just on time and healed her. However, angels can only heal physical wounds. But Y/n was hurt much more than that. She couldn't just move on from the things that the bastard had put her through. Even after Cas tricked her brain to forget some certain things, she still had bad nightmares and had this dark shade of hopelessness in her eyes. Soon, she started to eat and talk less and less. And Dean just couldn't let her go. He really wanted to fix all of that for her but she kept shutting him out… until the depression hit her. It was so bad that Cas felt the need to tell them to prepare themselves for her death. Because after all those days and unlike everything else in their lives, The Winchesters were already used to her presence around them; like the way a lonely person can get used to a wounded cat more and faster than anyone else.

"I'm not gonna hunt until I'm sure she can live her normal life." When Dean stated that, Sam really thought he was joking. But after a few days he started to believe it. Dean truly would do anything to keep her alive. From cooking vegetables to laughing at his own dad jokes in front of Y/n to make her smile. That was when Sam started to feel that they can be more than a random hunter/rescued victim relationship! It felt like his brother had finally found his motivation in life: "Saving Y/n."

Gradually Y/n started to respond to this special attention from Dean with trust and smiles. Soon they became a power couple that could motivate each other so easily that sometimes Charlie would call them out. And honestly Sam had no problem with it. In fact Y/n had become his other sister.

"My God, Dean! You're burning up!" It was two day after a werewolf hunt in which Dean had got hurt. At first it was just some scratches on his arms and chest. Yet as the time passed, more symptoms started to appear: headache, pain, fever, cold sweat, even nose bleeding and before they could figure it out, Dean fell unconscious. Apparently the claws of the werewolf were poisonous. However Sam wasn't sure. The only thing he got no doubts about was the fact that it was already too late. Dean couldn't make it to the hospital. So either Sam had to do anything possible to save him or Cas should've picked up his God damn phone.

"No. no, no, no, no. Dean … Dean!!!"

That was when Sam got to hear Y/n's helpless cry and see her true feelings. She was already in love with his brother.

Luckily, unlike typical love stories; no one died that night. Sam's antidote worked. And Dean opened his eyes an hour later.

"Sammy … Y/n?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Y/n grabbed his face and put her thirsty lips on her beloved hunter's, letting the tears stream down on her face… and then his.

"Never do that again." She begged, breaking the kiss, her trembling hands holding Dean's face so she could look into his eyes.

Sam couldn't stop his smile remembering how cute they were. Y/n literally had Dean wrapped around her little finger, to the point he accepted to teach her how to hunt and soon she was part of their team too. Until … a few months ago. After two years of them being constantly close to each other, Sam could tell something was off when Dean started to go out without eating breakfast with Y/n. Of course she got suspicious after the third time and that was when their endless arguments started.

"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"

"Because nothing is wrong, Y/n."

Actually there was. Something was VERY wrong. Anyone could tell that just by the change in Dean's eyes whenever he wanted to look at Y/n. Day by day he was getting more quiet and cold. Now they didn't even eat pie together or watch movies late at night. And Sam couldn't ignore his brother being grumpy or drunk on hunts, not anymore.

"Ok man, I've had enough. You either tell me what's wrong with you or next time I won't make any excuses so you can leave Y/n out of our hunt plans. I'm serious, Dean, I'll tell her the truth." He finally said, when they were alone in the impala, on their way to do their next hunt.

"She wants more."

"More?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it's like she sees more in me. She thinks we can have a different life. There's no need for any saying, I can see it in her eyes whenever we accidentally come across some family at a diner that try to feed their kids or people's wedding photos whenever we go to talk with some witnesses or whoever during the research! Sometimes she even looks up wedding dresses or kid stuff on the net!" Dean blew his anger out of his nostrils and sighed, shaking his head.

"Wow." Sam couldn't find the proper word to say but he couldn't hide his surprised face either.

"What?" Dean gave him an annoyed look.

"I mean …" Sam chuckled. "… are you telling me you're actually angry with her for imagining the things you always dream about?!"

"Sam …"

"No, really. I'm just curious. What's wrong with you, man?" Sam asked genuinely, waiting for an answer.

"What's wrong with me?! You think something is wrong with me just because I'm the rational one in this relationship; who's actually able to see the difference between a dream and the reality?"

Yeah, anyone could take that earnest speech, but not Sam. He'd seen and knew enough about his brother.

"What's the reality? Aren't you and Y/N living that dream life already?"

"What?! No. No … that's not the same." Dean shook his head.

"Really? How is it not? It's been two years, Dean. You two are constantly with and/or around each other. Always worried when the other one is in trouble and still looking at one another like there is nothing in the world that can make you happy as much as this relationship. So … excuse me if I won't buy your pretty speech; man ." Sam said, Rolling his eyes.

"Ok, let's say you're right but ... is it gonna be like that forever? With all the supernatural crap that we have to take care of … and the constant danger and chaos in this hunter life we have… I …"

"You what?" Sam asked when Dean didn't finish his sentence. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at this unknown point in the depth of the road. Finally he blew out his despair.

"I just can't let her fall for the things I know I can't provide for her. It's not fair, Sammy. It's not fair to lock her up in this dark life with me just because she loves me … especially while I know there is a whole bright future out there waiting for her."

"Here we go, the old Dean's self-doubt" Sam thought to himself as he took a deep breath before finding the best words to wake his brother up from this nightmare

"Yeah, I know but I don't think it's your call. If Y/n wants to go to hell with you instead of living in heaven with someone else, it's her choice. Not your responsibility. Right?"

Dean shook his head while his lips curved up a little to fake a smile but he never answered or said anything about that conversation ever again. He kept his silence for like three weeks … until someone new showed up: "Gary Smith". A tall man with the most stylish haircut and the most perfect teeth and smile.

They saw him for the first time at their hangout bar, as the new bartender who almost jumped in Y/n's way as soon as they entered the bar.

"Oh my God, bunny! Is this really you?" He said, pulling her in his embrace. Like she was the long time missing piece of his beloved puzzle!

"Bonny? You're wrong. Her name is Y/n." Dean said, pretty annoyed by the way Gary tightened his arms around Y/n's little shoulders, making him chuckle.

"No, uh … it's just a nickname." Y/n said as soon as the guy let her go.

"Yeah, actually the most fitting nickname that I could think of. I mean … you have to agree. She got the most cute little ears in the world." The guy explained, chuckling and pulling on her little star earring. Well, if Sam wanted to be honest, he had to agree with him. He never paid any attention to it before but now that Gary mentioned it, he could tell Y/n's ears were truly small.

"I see … So … I guess this means you were close friends?" Dean said, already hating the way Y/n e's blushed with hearing her old nickname.

"Uh … well, no. Actually more than that." The guy grinned, ruffling his own hair while he was awkwardly laughing and looking at Y/n. Just like a proud embarrassed teen!

"We used to date." Y/n said.

*oh* Sam tried his best not to let that stupid grin sit on his lips but Dean's frown and his sudden heavy silence didn't let him do so.

"Yeah. We are kinda each other's first. Like … you know? prom date." The man added, giving Y/n a wink while Dean's gaze was still locked on his large arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah. It's been years, Gary."

"I know. But believe me, bunny. you still look the same." He said, bending to put a kiss on her right cheek.

Dean would kill him. Sam just knew that. Because his brother's eyes were already burning with jealousy.

"By the way, don't you wanna tell me who these gentlemen are ?" The guy asked Y/n, giving her his softest smile.

"Of course. This is Sam and this is Dean. My colleagues who are my friends now. I live in their place."

After they met, everything got even more complicated. Y/n, the girl who was still trying to get old-happy-days Dean back suddenly stopped whatever she used to do. No more complains, no waiting at nights to see Dean before going to bed, no more effort to get involved in hunts, no nothing. And despite what Dean had claimed before, it was making Dean even more frustrated. Day to day he and Y/n were getting colder towards each other and there was nothing he could do to fix it. That was what made him even more furious. Sam already knew all of that and he still had to live with both of those grumpy faces. So last night when they began to fight, he could see this was coming: Y/n left the bunker after Dean let some hurtful things out of his mouth, just because he didn't know how to deal with all the heartache anymore. He now was convinced that Y/n didn't love him anymore. Yet the next day after drinking whatever strong drink they had, he begged Sam to come with him. Apparently Jodie texted Dean about Y/n being in her place for that night. Just to make sure that her crazy step son won't sell his soul over a tracking spell! So Dean almost begged his brother to be there with him, cause Dean believed that as much as Y/n didn't care about him, she still respected Sam and cared about him. Like a little sister and her elder brother.

So here they were, In Jodie's living room, in front of her and Y/n.

"Considering your sleepy eyes, I think we caught you at bed time, huh?" Sam asked, checking Y/n's obvious eye bags.

"Who says that? I'm totally good, Sam."

She said with a small smile, looking much more in control and stronger than before. So Sam knew it was a lie. Y/n Just had made her peace with what had happened last night. The realization۹ kicked Dean in the gut. Y/n always used to be stronger and bolder when she got hurt.

"I'm gonna make some coffee for us. Why don't you guys take a seat till I come back?"

Jodie interrupted, to ease the heavy and sharp silence that suddenly had fallen over all of them.

Y/n gave her a smile.

"Of course."

It was so fake. Her smile didn't even curl her lips completely. She was still badly hurting.

Sam swore in his head when he looked over his brother who sank silently into the nearest seat at the end of the table like a broken shell that he was too . One of Dean's hands was in the pocket of his jacket, the other formed a fist on the table. Sam was sure Dean knew it too. He knew everything was almost past saving. "Almost". Sam tried to stick to their small chance.

"So …" He cleared his voice before he put some (semi fake) hope into his words."You're … you're gonna come back home today or did Alex and Claire made you promise them otherwise?" He laughed and tried to make it funny but the truth was he asked this for Dean's sake, knowing he already was struggling to find the words … to let Y/n know how much he wanted her back … to ask her to come back.

"To be honest … I don't think I can live in the bunker anymore." Y/n said and as Dean's head snapped up to look at her in horror, she raised her hand to stop his (likely) protests.

"I applied for a job 3 weeks ago and to my surprise they called me this morning to tell me I'd actually got it."

*What?*

No one had to ask it. The question was already hung in the air. She snored mockingly in her nose. "Perfect timing, right?"

She moved her gaze from her interlocked fingers on the table to Dean's eyes.

He didn't answer, he didn't move but he got tense. Still staring back at Y/n.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked, once again saving Dean from asking the question he was itching to ask with some other words that for sure couldn't be nice.

"I wanted to but I didn't think I could actually get it and even if I did, I never figured out how to tell you. Besides, I never considered the "move out" option before..." She looked at Sam for a second before she turned her gaze on Dean. "... But I actually appreciate that you bring it up. I think now I can take the advice. I'm gonna move on."

Sam's heart dropped in his stomach when he heard those words. Because he knew what this meant. It felt something like having to watch Dean get stabbed in the heart.

"Is this … because of that Bartender?" Dean asked, staring deadly at Y/n with his bloodshot eyes. He was already chewing on his bottom lip. And Sam knew a heavy storm was on its way to hit them.

"I don't want to answer that question."

*shit*

"Why? Because you can't just simply say no?" Dean scolded and Sam could see how it pushed on Y/n boundaries.

"No. Because it's not your fucking business and it's not Gary's business either. But at least he knows his limits."

*well, fuck*

"By "limits" you mean when he drools on you just because for God knows whatever the reason, you started to wear leather jackets when we go there?"

"WHAT?!"

*Oh, fuck* Sam thought to himself, watching Y/n rise from her seat.

"You think … you really think that I …" she laughed nervously and Sam could tell she would punch Dean in the face if she wasn't a sweet, super nice person.

"How you can even …"

"I can even what, Y/n? Are we now going to pretend like I'm a blind man who can't see how you got attracted to your ex again? Did you really think I couldn't see how your hands were shaking when his filthy face lighted up by seeing you for the first time after all these years?"

Sam wanted to interrupt him or at least leave the room but everything was happening so fast.

"So what? Why and since when you care about my private life?"

"Since you stopped drinking bunker's beers just because you rather drink those crappy poisonous cocktails he makes at the bar!"

Dean was on his feet now as well. And despite his will, Sam couldn't stop his smile. He never saw his brother this jealous before. It was fun.

"Poisonous? … You … of all people, you are the one who says this? cause as much as I know, you're the one who puts dormitives in my guest's food so the poor guy gets tired and can't spend his time with me!"

"Yeah, because your poor guy is not welcomed in MY PLACE!" Dean yelled, punching the table with so much power that made everyone almost jump out of their skins.

"Dean!" Finally Sam interrupted but as soon as he stood up, someone rang the doorbell and Sam could hear Jodie welcoming someone inside.

"Guys … I know it's not my place to interfere but you two really need to sort things out somewhere private … of course that's when both of you can be much calmer than this."

"No, we have nothing to say or to talk about, anymore. Your brother was clear enough when he said he wants me to move out, so I'll move out. And that's it."

Y/n declared, looking at Sam to resist any eye contact with Dean, probably to make him even more crazy.

"And that's it? You wanna ignore that part where you were too eager and ready to accept that suggestion and leave the bunker instantly like your pants were on fire?!"

Dean retorted while Y/n was shaking her head like she couldn't believe him.

"Whose pants are on fire?" Jodie interrupted as soon as she re-entered the room with the coffees she'd made, this time a man was with her. Y/n's guy. The famous bartender.

*Oh, No!*

Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a second so the guy couldn't read his face.

"Obviously not mine." Dean hissed through his teeth, looking first at the guy and then at Y/n with such a disappointment and rage that no one could ignore.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The guy asked, choosing the worst spot to stand on: right next to Y/n.

"My typical life I guess. Nothing's new." She mumbled in reply to him but her eyes were still on Dean.

"No, nothing is wrong with your life, Y/n. It's about your choices. That's what's wrong with you. As always." Dean said bitterly. As sharp as a knife, as cold as ice. Sam could see how it drained color from Y/n's face.

"You better watch your mouth, buddy." The Gary guy warned Dean and Sam could tell that if it wasn't for the sudden thud sound that stole everyone's attention, Dean would throw a fight right there. But …

"Y/n!" Jodie almost screamed. Y/n was laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.

"Oh, God." Sam said as Jodie rushed to her.

"Y/n? … Y/n can you hear me?"

As she sat next to her, Gary's fingers already were on Y/n's carotid pulse point. So Sam couldn't stop himself from looking up at his brother, who was still standing where he was. In shock.

"Oh, shit!" Gary's worried voice made Sam check Y/n's pale face again but Jodie was the one to dare ask the question which was on everyone's minds.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Her pulse ... too faint." He said before turning to Dean: "Is she bleeding?"

"Bleeding?" Dean blinked and mumbled in confusion.

If it was up to Sam, he'd ask *What bleeding?* & *Why are you asking this from my brother?*

"Oh my. You still don't know. Do you?" Gary sneered.

"Know what? What's happening?" Jodie was freaking out now and Sam actually felt the same. He didn't like the way this stranger pretended like he knew her better than them. However what happened next was much more unexpected. And … rude!

To everyone's surprise, the guy reached out to Y/n's jeans and drew his hand between her legs but before anyone could react, he spread her legs open so it could be possible for everyone to see that big red stain there. Then he raised his hand. It was all wet and red in blood!

"She's having a miscarriage." He revealed.

Sam's gaze instantly caught Dean's ... Burning. Dean was burning inside with his heavy silence.

"Don't you worry. It's not mine." Gary added more fuel to that hell with such a mocking tone, staring right back at Dean's eyes.

Now Sam could feel it. The storm was there: rising in his brother's roar!

Before Sam could've moved any muscles, Gary was already pinned to the wall, Dean's hands on his now-ripped-out collar.

"Dean, no!" Sam jumped in, trying to catch his brother's arm before his fist make any contact with the guy's nose but all he could do was changing the direction of the punch which landed on Gary's shoulder, making a painful cracking sound.

"I said no … Dean, stop it." Sam had to literally cage Dean in his arms so the furious man couldn't tear Gary apart.

"Get off me, Sam. This son of a bitch has to learn his place."

"Enough!" As Dean just broke himself free, Jodie's scream stopped everyone in their tracks.

"It's enough!" Jodie warned all three men, pointing at them one by one.

"You want to fight? Not here. Not in my house!"

"But ..."

As soon as Dean opened his mouth to protest, Jodie cut him:

"And you … you should know Y/n is pregnant with your twins. So … you'll be a responsible man who will try his best to save them or you can get the hell out of here and never come back!"

"What?" Sam was too shocked to suppress his reaction while Dean couldn't even find any words to say. His confused look darted between Jodie's face and Y/n's figure while his parted lips kept moving without making any noise, just like a dying fish on the shore!

"I promised her not to tell anyone but it was a promise under normal conditions, not this." Jodie sighed, struggling to keep her emotions under control. Sam saw the worry in her frown. Like a real mother, worried for her children. However it was nothing in comparison to his brother's blank eyes and pale face.

"Dean, It's ok. We just need to take her to hospital. … it's ok, man. I promise."

He had to grab Dean by his jacket, as his brother was struggling to process all of these in his head.

"Come on, man. We got no time. Do I need to do this alone or you'll …"

"Get the car, Sammy."

It was just a simple sentence. Yet it had enough power to make Sam's heart sank. Since Dean had put the car keys in his hand saying that, Sam couldn't stop thinking about that tone. Dean never had called Baby a "car" In years. And Sam had never heard that crack in his voice since their Dad's death.

"You ok?" He finally let himself ask, two hours after they arrived at the hospital.

"I want to be." Dean closed his eyes and put his head against the cold wall, letting the dim light to darken the shadows under his eyes.

"I'm sure she'll be good. She's strong, Dean. You know that."

He smiled and Sam looked away not to watch him. He knew that smile. Dean used to give him that, whenever everything was gone so wrong that Dean couldn't promise him anything good. Like when both of them were still kids. Hungry, cold and all alone in a rusty motel room where John had left them on their own for a one day long hunt but then a heavy snow had crashed the roads and kept them apart for half a week. So Dean had to wash the dishes and do the laundry in the motel to rent the room for another day and provide some snacks so they wouldn't starve to death. But after three days, the hotel managers didn't want them to be around. And Sam could vividly remember that smile on his brother's face when he asked: *Where should we go then?*

"You were always such a father material. You know?"

Sam admitted with a broken smile on his face.

"You were always responsible, kind and caring with me as a kid. And I can't imagine anyone who deserves to be a father more than you."

Dean took a deep breath and opened his eyes without looking at him: "But I don't want ... I really can't, Sammy."

All, it certainly wasn't the response Sam had expected. He used to believe that Dean would never turn down any chance to start a family with Y/n. Especially after everything in the world was back to normal.

"Are you kidding me? You always wanted this."

"No …" Dean finally turned his gaze to meet his brother's confused eyes. "No, Sammy. Not like this. I don't want to raise another kid without his mom. I'm not that strong anymore."

Dang. Once again Sam's heart dropped in his stomach. Dean was really helpless.

"Mr. Winchester?"

Dean was on his feet as Sam just realized the doctor's presence.

"It's me."

Sam prayed for any good news as doctor took a glance of Dean and fixed his glasses on his face …

"To be continued …"

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Pairing: Lee Minho x Male Reader

Prompt: Blind date/ set up by friends

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"We have to do something," Jeongin says. "Because they're really getting on my nerves, and I'm pretty sure they won't do anything on their own."

It was odd, but your friends were talking to the high school athletes as they nod in agreement, since it was no secret you and Basketball's School Team's Captain had something between hands, but didn't have the guts to properly admit it.

"Well, we have noticed that Minho has tried to get close and talk to him, but right when he's about to do it he chickens out." Changbin admits, to which everyone in their small group nods. "Maybe because he never gets the chance to see him alone in the halls in between classes."

"And in the classes they share, ____ leaves as soon as they're over, so there's no opportunity for them to talk." Chan contributes to the conversation.

A silence sets between them and they take that time to look around, making sure you or Minho aren't near.

"I know Minho hyung really wants to ask him out, but as we said, he gets really nervous and it's probably because he wants to do that privately." Felix sighs and scratches the back of his neck. "I'm thinking of... making them casually bump into each other on an empty room?"

"How is that gonna happen?" Changbin protests, thinking that is a difficult task. "And where? Were you thinking of shoving them inside the janitor's closet?"

Everyone looks at him as if he just had the best idea ever.

"Seriously?"

"Do you have something better in mind, then?"

His silence as an answer makes them be decided about it.

"Alright, let's figure out how are we going to do this!"

The bell rings throughout the institute, causing many students to come in and out of classrooms, walking briskly through the hallways after searching their lockers for their belongings. Fortunately you have a free period, so you quickly find your friends on the first floor, who appear to be waiting for your arrival.

"Cafeteria? I'm starving." Jisung asks, and everyone agreeing with his premise head to the place, exchanging a few words about upcoming classes and confirming your study session on this week.

Just as you take a seat on a free bench, Seungmin gasps, as if he just remembered something.

"Oh no, I just remembered I have to make small corrections to the model of my science project."

You look at him with curiosity. Seungmin wasn't really someone who would forget something so important like that, and he didn't look as worried as you think he'd be.

"____, could you do me a huge favor? I left the model on the janitor's closet since it was big and it wouldn't fit on my locker. Also, I didn't want to carry it all day." He explains as he grabs some books out of his backpack, along with his supplies. "I'll treat you with something from the cafeteria in exchange!"

"Uh, yes, of course. In which one you left it? Second floor?"

Seungmin nods with a smile and thanks you as you stand up and walk back to the hallway, not really thinking about how come that could happen to him.

Putting that aside momentarily, you find yourself walking nonchalantly into the closet and once you're inside, start looking for your friend's assignment on the shelves.

A few seconds later, the door opens unexpectedly, revealing the figure of Minho in the door frame. Changbin behind him, looking anxious.

"Are you sure the basketballs are in here?" He asks to his friend without talking his eyes off you, apparently nervous.

"Yes, the coach said there are behind that-" And before he can finish that sentence, he is pushing Minho inside the closet and closing the door behind him.

He almost bumps into you, but manages to hold on to one of the ledges, almost falling to the ground on the spot.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" You ask as you help him to stand up and quickly making sure he isn't hurt.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine." He answers in embarrassment. His ears and face turning red in a second. "I'm sorry, my friends are jerks."

You chuckle, nervously turning around to continue looking for Seungmin's model and hearing Minho is trying to open the door. But of course it's closed from outside.

Immediately you know it's a set up.

Minho curses under his breath and takes his phone out of his pocket when he receives a text message from the group chat with his friends.

Ask him out and we'll open the door ;)

"You have to be kidding me." He mutters and turns around to see the confused expression on your face. He could lie to his friends and say he did it, right? And then this would be just an awkward experience that eventually you'd forget. Probably.

But he now thinks it's stupid but genius at the same time. His friends knew he was nervous to ask you out or even say a word to you, but now you are alone. It was a closet, yes, maybe not the ideal circumstances, but it was private, by all odds.

"-locked it?" You ask, bringing him back to earth. "Is the door closed? We should call someone."

Minho smiles and eyes his phone screen one more time. "Actually, my friends will open it. Soon. They just want me to- ask you..." He sighs, and you look even more confused than before.

With the nervousness making his hands slightly tremble and hia heartbeat increasing, he manages to build up the courage he needs to keep talking. "Look, they just thought it would be a great idea to shove us inside here so I could, uhm, ask you out."

He says that last part rapidly and, but you understand, making you also get blushed and nervous.

You don't say a word for a moment, so he speaks up again.

"I'm sorry, this was obviously dumb. You don't have to-"

"For real?" You ask, still trying to figure out is this was a terrible prank from them. It's not like he had done something like that before. He was, along with his friends, actually very well-behaved and charismatic, despite the stereotypical things said about athletes in the institute. You wouldn't like him if he were like that.

"Yeah, I've liked you for a while now, actually."

No stutter on his words and his eyes fixed on whatever inside that closet but your eyes; his cheeks red and that subtle biting of his lower lip melting your heart. So those gaze exchanging in your classes and whenever you ran into him in the hallways or on the gym weren't a product of your imagination. Minho was really looking at you the same way you did look at him all this time.

"I'd love to." You answer. "Go out with you, I mean."

His eyes dazzle with happiness, finally daring to look at you and getting closer. Not knowing what else to do or say, he sloppily hands you his phone.

"Let's exchange numbers?"

You smile, taking your phone and handing it to him and grabbing his, saving your number with trembling hands and typing your name with a smiley face next to it. He gives you back the device to see he had registered his name with a heart next to it.

"Great. Thanks, I'll message you soon."

"I'll take your word, then." You smile at him, visibly more relaxed, but still going through a roller-coaster of emotions inside.

Minho sends a quick text and a minute later Changbin comes back to open the door with a huge smile on his face.

"I'll see you around, ____." He says with a smile and before he exits the room, he gets closer to leave a small kiss on your cheek, almost running afterwards and making you laugh. You also hear Changbin's screams to tease him.

Later in that day you receive that long awaited message from him, saying he will be taking you this weekend to a thematic coffee shop of a book saga he knew you liked along with a cute pick up line referring to it.

Did you survive the Avada Kedavra curse? Because you’re drop dead gorgeous ;)

Lol, of course I did look up for Harry Potter pickup lines

But that's okay because

I might as well be under the Imperius curse, because I’d do anything for you.

[stopbeingrude]

Hi guys , how are you doing ? I hope you had at least a decent day. I was really surprised by how many people were interested in my story. (blush) Im so glad As promised, here's chapter 2 ,, I like the rain, it always seemed like the only thing that was like me…" Chapter 2. ,,Thank you for being here" Juvia looked at the object in her hands that she found while packing for their trip to Tempeville. A tiny umbrella , white with smiling suns printed on it .She remembered vividly the exact moment Jerry had handed it to her. - "Here, this is for you, I couldn't bear to hear you whining anymore,"- said the golden-haired man, handing the little girl his gift. -'' I've told you many times, that in time you would be able to control the rain around you. It's normal for water to behave strangely around water mages, and I had a problem with it too….- said Jerry. The man thought for a moment, then added. -..I'm pretty sure I told you how I nearly drowned my ex girlfriend….I told you, right?.. "- little girl nodded-"...Of course I did…haha..If only you could see that bitc...yh...lady's face….Where was I at again?............Oh right!... If only you were just a bit more patient, little froggy.." -"I told you not to call me that, you dummy! "- shouted the seemingly angry Juvia. It was obvious that she wasn't angry, but if those were supposed to be birthday wishes , then that this old slacker could have tried a little harder. -''Oi! Brat....I'm trying my best to wish you a happy birthday and you act like this? -" What kind of birthday wishes are these supposed to be!?- the girl exclaimed. -..Unbelievable! Young people these days are so ungrateful….Ugh .."- he complained, but eventually gave up. -" Heh... Alright….Im sorry... Happy Birthday Juju…- he said with a grin. He couldn't stay angry with his baby for too long. - "...I wish you happiness, health,...I hope you'll grow up to be a decent and intelligent woman ... because remember this..., it's not how you look that counts, it's what's in your head…. - the man poked her forehead lightly, causing the girl to giggle. Despite the tough character of her ..guardian ...? I guess you could call him that… despite his difficult sense of humour and his biting remarks, she knew that she was important to him, just as he was important to her. He just had a strange way of showing affection... Juvia laughed lightly despite a few tears that flowed from her sapphire eyes. It was for moments like this , she's been able to endure the bullying of other children , she knew that every sad experience ended with a visit from Jerry. Every visit ended with one of his strange ideas that always put a smile back on her face, like that one time he took her out for hot dogs at 10pm. Juvia was never able to forget the look on the orphanage ladies' faces when Jerry walked her back at 1 am. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when her fiancé appeared in their bedroom. -" I've never seen this one…"- he pointed at the umbrella- ''.. I'm guessing it's a special one then" -he stated, handing her tea. - "Thank you... "- she took a sip-"...Yes you're right... actually it was a present for my birthday. HE gave it to me…" After packing the last things, they both sat down on the bed. Neither of them was quite sure how to start a conversation. Gray didn't like the strange atmosphere that had prevailed in their apartment since yesterday. But most of all he did not like how distant Juvia seemed to be. That wasn't his Juvia. Devil Slayer rested his head on her shoulder. When Blue-haired woman began to gently stroke his hair, he immediately relaxed . He missed that... After what for him felt like ages , she decided to speak. -"Juvia is sorry that she didn't tell you anything...Juv….. I was just trying to forget about it... it's not like I don't trust you....Please don't be angry…"-she said in an uncertain voice. -"I'm not angry at you….I'm just a little disappointed...I thought you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me everything…"- he admitted. It was silly to admit , but he didn't

like the fact that Juvia wouldn't tell him something. He knew that everyone had the right to have their own secrets, but his desire to find out what was in her head was much stronger. After a while he decided to ask her more - "Is there anything else you haven't told me about yourself?" He needed to know. -" No. Everything else is true…About my childhood, about Phantom Lord...and mostly about my parents..." …………………………. -".........What happened to your parents...?"- he asked quietly. He contemplated for a moment whether he should ask her this question. After all, he didn't know what kind of reaction this would cause.. -" My mother died when I was about 2 years old.... I don't know who my father was... Jerry said he never met him…about my mother.."- Juvia looked as if she was thinking very hard about something, and after a moment she added-"..Jerry once told me that even she couldn't remember who he exactly was….not that she cared about it or about being pregnant …"- said Juvia weirdly. Wait , what? -"..L-let me get this straight…...you're trying to tell me….that she didn't really care that she got pregnant...and that she wasn't even trying to look for your father? ' Wait, what !?' -….ymm... that's....." - the man persistently tried to choose the right words. He did not want to offend his fiancée's mother by any means (If not for her , Juvia wouldn't be there in the first place, so she obviously deserved to be at least respected)....But everything Juvia had mentioned sounded...How to put it?...Concerning? -" It's not normal... I know... you don't have to hold back Darling- she said with a slight smile- "Her name was Eliana and apparently she was always like...that..., she was...well DIFFERENT.."- that's how Jerry would always describe her-"....She didn't really care about anything, she didn't talk too much, she rarely showed any kind of emotion....She was one big secret, even for him. Juvia never fully got it. Why would she be like that with the person she supposedly was…… ..ymm…..Close.?"- he didn't miss the way she said the last word, but he kept quiet about it. After all ,the relationship between two strangers wasn't his business. Gray decided to change the subject a bit. -"You know..., I think it's really great of him to take care of both of you.…"-despite the fact that the night before Gray had felt a lot of anger towards the aforementioned man, right now he was grateful that he had taken both ladies under his care.- "He must have been an amazing person. It really sounds like you are telling me about some hero or saint"- ice mage smiled - "He was "- said blunette with a smile - "I will always be grateful to him...But Saint ? No, no ,no...That's probably too much of an exaggeration." - she added with a giggle. Gray was glad that she was laughing again, he couldn't help but laugh a little too. They are slowly returning to normalcy... - "He was the laziest, most stubborn man you could find on this planet….He was untactful , brutally honest and worst of all, sometimes he could be so awfully mean and grumpy , especially when it was Tuesday...Juvia never got that...why Tuesday?….Dear God , he could be so unbearable...."- Juvia stopped for a moment, then smiled playfully.- "Honestly you two are pretty similar in that case" - "Ekhem....So.. you're suggesting that I'm mean and grumpy ? Oh ..Alright... I'll remember that when you want something from me..."- Gray said, pretending to be offended and trying hard not to smile. Juvia laughed loudly, then wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. After Jerry disappeared, she was sure she would never get attached to anyone again. She didn't want to suffer more. But as we all know, life likes to surprise us, and "never" is not eternal. First she met Gajeel , with whom, by some strange coincidence, she found a connection. Funny, considering how different they were. Even then a quiet voice in her head, similar to Jerry's, whispered to her to not get too attached….that it didn't make sense. On that day, for the first time in her

life, she decided to ignore it, and thanks to that, she gained a wonderful friend. The same situation happened again after she met Gray and Fairy tail. The insistent voice kept reminding her of the past. 'Just because you've miraculously found a friend who hasn't left you, doesn't mean that it will happen again...' 'So what if he stopped your rain, one day you'd be able to deal with it by yourself…..Besides, don't you remember what happened the last time you felt something for a guy? It's just stupid, meaningless crush, just get over it....' But as time passed and she became more and more attached to the guild mates, more and more in love with Gray..... The voice in her head gradually faded and after a while the only sound she heard was the laughter of her loved ones. Despite the suffering of the past, Juvia no longer regretted anything. She would go through it even 100 more times, just to be happy with her new family. -"Oi ! - she felt Gray lightly tap her nose- Juvs don't fall asleep, we have a train in about two hours….. Remember? "- he asked amused - "You're right! Juvia's sorry, she got lost in her thoughts…" ****************************************** - "Are you going on a mission ?" asked Mira Jane cheerfully, as the couple informed her of their departure. Gray didn't necessarily want to share with her the reason for their trip. After all, it was a rather sensitive topic. - "Yyyy it's more like..... a..vacation...?...Right Juvia?"- he turned to his fiancée - "Oh!....Yes, yes..."- nodded the woman. The barmaid looked at them with a huge smile. She still couldn't quite believe that these two were finally together.… - "In that case I wish you a wonderful time, lovebirds" - she giggled as she saw them both turning red. - "Ooh vacation? That's awesome, wish you a great time guys." -they heard Lucy's voice behind them. - "They are such a beautiful couple."- added Erza proudly-" I can't believe that our Gray has grown so much..I hope you'll have an amazing vacation." - '"I also wish you an amazing time'' -said Wendy happily. -Ohhh..young love…- sang Happy, flying over their heads. - " And where are you two going anyway?"- asked Natsu curiously while finishing his lunch. - "We decided to visit my hometown,"- said Juvia. Her friends didn't need to know more... - "Oh cool..Where is it?" -continued Natsu. He never really thought much about where his guild-mate came from.. -" I don't think that's your business Flame-brain. Besides you probably wouldn't know where it is anyway." -said Gray, slightly annoyed. He was slowly starting to get on his nerves. Why does Natsu always have to meddle in things that are not his own? - "I asked Juvia ,not you Icy-pants" said Natsu teasingly. Jeez what's wrong with Droopy eyes today , he just asked a simple question. - "Calm down both of you "- said Lucy. She didn't like where this conversation was going. -'' Lucy is right, there is no point in arguing....Natsu if you really want to know, Juvia was born in the town of Tempeville, in the south - said Juvia, trying to calm down quickly. - "Oh, I've never heard of that place," Natsu said, surprised. Looks like there's a lot of towns he didn't know about. - "See, I told you so,"- said Gray. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have a train to catch. So let's get going… - "Hey Lucy, Happy, let's go with them...I'd like to see what that place is like "- said Natsu suddenly, dragging the blonde with him. His girlfriend looked at him in horror. 'Natsu, what are you thinking? Are you trying to ruin their trip?' - "The hell?! "- shouted Gray. And then he thought that everything was going well…'Please no….' - "Natsu, that's their private vacation! "- exclaimed Lucy, knowing very well that they should leave the couple alone- "Besides, they said they have a train coming soon!" -"Then let's go , we have to get ready quickly…...!" "LEAVE US ALONE !!' - desperate Gray shouted as loud as he could, unintentionally focusing the attention of practically the entire guild. They all looked at him, disapproval clearly written on

their faces. - "Gee..Buddy..you don't have to be so rude," - said Max. - "My God… what's with you?- whispered Lisanna - "Exactly Gray, what kind of behavior is that? "- Erza asked in a stern tone- "If you don't want Natsu to come with you, just tell him politely. The Devil Slayer wanted to disappear... It wasn't supposed to be like this. He turned his gaze towards his fiancée, silently asking for any kind of rescue. However, he was met with the same horrified gaze. After a moment, the girl bowed her head slightly and said to the rest of the guild. -"Everyone , please forgive us, especially Gray. I don't know what's going on with him lately...." - ' Huh ?'- Gray must have heard that wrong….There is no way... -"....He's been very tired and stressed lately, probably because of work, that's why we decided to go on vacation…..Juvia didn't know what to do...." said Juvia, brilliantly pretending to be distraught. 'Stop making me out to be some kind of aggressive freak,' Gray shouted in his mind 'Juvia is sorry but this is kinda your fault'- thought blunette , while taking a look at her lover. - "Relax Juvia, you don't have to apologize to us... To be honest Natsu tried to force his way into your trip" - said Lucy, looking at her partner with an annoyance. - Sorry Juvia….-said the pink haired boy meekly-"...but the ice princess can kiss my ass. I won't apologize to him.." -he added quietly. - "It honestly sounds like an excuse to leave you alone so you can shag in peace" -said Cana under her breath. She wanted to add something else but then she felt a murderous gaze of the black-haired man and decided to shut up. -"True!"- added Gajeel, receiving a look full of indignation from his best friend. -"That's so MANLY" - "How could you blame them though….." -laughed Macao. -"GOODBYE !" - shouted Fullbuster blushing furiously ,as he headed straight to the door, dragging his equally embarrassed lover with him. As they walked towards the train station, dragging their suitcases behind them, blunette suddenly asked… - "Did you really do this...to be all alone with me....?" asked Juvia innocently. Oh how she loved teasing him like that... -"JUVIA ?! "- At this point Gray was close to having a heart attack. A very amused girl could not stop laughing for a while , until they got on the train and they sat down in one of the wagons. Their journey has just begun. ****************************************** Very random/ unnecessary bonus . Remember this, Lovelies! Never doodle under the influence of alcohol, you will get wierd ideas lol. ,, Do you see this sh*t Juvia? People are fighting over fictional characters… Humanity really is getting dumber and dumber...."