#Poor kids man they’ve been through so much

[thinkinonsense]

forgive if it’s a bit scatterbrained but hear me out… some sort of reverse corruption w old man!logan >///< i just feel like he won’t be the type of guy who’d immediately be into having a thing w young!reader. i feel like he won’t even take it seriously at first or there’s def gonna be more resistance from him, he’d probably feel initially repulsed by the idea of even beginning to think of them that way given how young they are. but reader is bold bold, so they’re gonna keep pushing and pushing until they’ve got him where they want him. but even if she’s practically sinking down on him, logan is still probably gonna be like “fuck’s wrong with you, huh? old enough to be your fucking grandfather, kid. c’mon, you don’t really want this.”

poor old man’s just too decent for his own good :(

old man!logan x young bold fem!reader *mdni

logan couldn't stand you. how young and ambitious you were; how you couldn't just take no as a fuckin' answer. you thought it was cute but logan found it rather obnoxious. you were persistent with your attraction towards the older man; frequenting the only bar in town that logan was still welcomed in.

"what are we drinking tonight, lo?" your voice was a siren song that he wished he could turn off.

"whiskey." he mumbles against the glass.

the mean glare he sent your way would've made anyone else run in fear, but not you. instead smiling up at him with bambi eyes. at first, logan thought you were just dumb, not picking up on his signals but as it turned out, you're just stubborn.

every friday night, you sat on the stool next to him. you should've been flirting with guys your age by the pool table but no, you would rather get rejected by the old man who drinks alone. at one point even the bartenders started to think that you two were together which logan quickly shut down.

"c'mon, at least let me pretend that i'm yours," you whine, swirling around your second fruity drink tonight.

"you don't want to 'be mine', kid," he said in a stern voice, similar to one you would use on a child who won't behave.

"aaand...why not?" you ask him, crossing your arms and already getting pissy. "don't gimme that bullshit about you being 'too old' either."

"has anyone ever told you that you're-"

"pretty? hilarious? tight? yeah, a few times actually."

logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. he tries to give you some sympathy but there's only so many times that you can burn your hand on the stove until you learn your lesson.

"look, cherry..." logan sets his glass down. you adored when he called you, cherry because that meant he was paying attention to you and what you drank, always having to top it off with a cherry. "i'm probably your grandfather's age-"

"don't care." you interrupt him, leaning forward to stare into his eyes and run a hand through his hair. "your grey hair is so hot, lo. should let me pull on it sometime."

logan was finding it more difficult to resist you. almost letting out a groan when you pull slightly. logan could smell your arousal forming; clouding his vision.

"why don't you throw your panties in someone else's direction, huh? i'm sure those boys over there wouldn't mind." logan snarls, getting fed up with your attitude.

it wasn't that he didn't find you attractive, quite the opposite really. maybe if he was younger or you were older then he wouldn't mind your flirty personality so much but that's not the way that the world works. logan is -whether or not he wants to admit it- old and he didn't have time to put up with your whiney shit.

"okay." you shrug, getting up from the barstool.

logan doesn't believe that you'll actually go talk to those boys. in one minute your ass will be back here annoying him. he was sure of it.

then ten minutes passed and giggles were still falling from your lips. nothing the guys said was actually funny but you played it up to look better. there was one guy who you actually didn't mind talking to; both of you went to the same college and shared the same major. for a second, you'd completely forgotten about the man burning holes into your side.

the two of you talked for a while, exchanging stories while you leaned against the pool table in your tiny cut-off shorts. logan watched those boys gawk at you; staring everywhere but your face.

"i know right! her class was horrible! all she did was-" your words fell short when someone grabbed your upper arm, attempting to pull you away from the guy, who you think his name was josh, or john, or jake? you couldn't really remember and you definitely didn't care.

"c'mon kid, i'll give you a ride home." logan growled in your ear.

"oh, it's okay!" you chirp like a little bird at him. "think i'll find another way home tonight."

it's just a facade, logan told himself. you were just trying to prove a point. always stubborn.

"i'm not messing 'round, kid-"

"leave her alone, old man." the kid interrupted, giving logan a push.

logan snarls, about to teach this boy a lesson but you are faster; heel-kicking him in the nuts. the boy hunched over, allowing you to be ear level with him.

"fuck off." you spit, angrily before walking away.

logan looked at you completely dumbfounded. he had no other choice than to follow you blindly outside of the bar. he found you leaning against his truck; under the dim street light, logan would've misplaced you for some angelic figure.

"mind takin' me home, lo?" you ask him, for once not acting like some horny little rabbit towards him.

he nods, fishing out his keys. you give him directions to your apartment. the silence in the car makes you think logan's mad at you for real this time. you pushed it too far, embarrassing him and yourself this time. logan wasn't this dirty old perv who would actually give you the time of day, and maybe it was time for you to face that reality.

"i just wanted to say sorry for everything." your voice is low and quiet. afraid logan won't even acknowledge you. "i know that i should've left you alone a long time ago. you wouldn't want someone like me anyway-"

the car came to a dead halt in the driveway. logan turns to face you and you fear the worst; afraid he will yell at you.

"do you seriously think i wouldn't want you?" he asks. "you haven't left my mind since the day we bumped into each other at the bar and i spilled my whisky down your shirt. remember that, cherry?"

you nod, carefully. that day was imprinted in your mind. your friends and you were celebrating your birthday when logan bumped into you at the bar on accident. he frantically apologized for ruining your white shirt which you suggested for him to lick you clean. it had been so long since someone had flirted with him that he didn't know how to react.

"i'd never seen someone look so pretty and sticky at the same time." logan's hand gently caresses your cheek.

"could've seen it more often if you had fucked me like i wish you would've." the words fall out without pressure, making logan smirk. no matter how much you tried, you were desperate for him.

"you've got one dirty fuckin' mouth, cherry."

"it gets dirtier than that."

"hmm... don't know if that's possible."

"i could show you if you like."

the offer hangs hot in the truck. logan leans back into his seat, asking for forgiveness on what he's about to do. three light taps on his thigh and you crawl right into it.

"atta fuckin' girl, cherry." he groans as you grind against his crotch and bite on his neck.

"also for the record, the only person i want to have my panties is you, logan." you purred in his ear, referring back to your earlier conversation at the bar.

"i know, sweetheart. i know." he chuckles, watching you kick off your shorts and underwear.

once your back in his lap, you unbuckle his belt and wait eagerly for him to have his way with you. yet, logan doesn't offer anything.

"if you want to fuck an old man like me then you need to get used to doin' all the work, cherry." he says, half-joking. "can't keep up with an eager little thing like you."

you knew his game. to scare you off by acting like an asshole but you didn't mind doing the work to get what you want.

"fine with me." you smile, hands inching towards the glasses that hang on his button-down. "can't forget these, want you to see what you do to me."

logan groaned when you pulled him out of his pants, pumping him a few times before aligning him to your entrance. he was a bit bigger than you would've guessed, only making you wetter. just as you are about to sink down onto him, logan stops you, holding your hips in the air.

"fuck's wrong with you, cherry? you still want this, huh?" he taunts you, only getting a whine from you in response. "such a desperate little thing."

"p-p-please, logan." your hips wiggle against his tight grip. "want you... need you."

without another word, he lowers you down onto his length. both of you moan at the adjustment. your nails claw at logan's shoulders and you feel him twitch inside of you at the pain.

"happy now?" logan groaned, watching you bounce up and down on your own. his hands stayed on your waist, squeezing at the fat of your hips. "got what you fuckin' wanted."

"mhm..." you nod along dumbly agreeing to whatever he says. too busy trying to get his white button-down off of him. frustrated, you break open all the buttons.

once his chest was exposed, you litter it with kisses and dark bruises. for the first time, logan was happy that his healing abilities were slowing down so now he can admire your artwork longer. you grab both of his giant palms bringing one hand to your chest and taking the other thumb into your mouth, licking the pad of it before moving it down to your clit. tracing circles in a way that made your head fall back with your mouth wide open.

"do you always get this wet for older men or is it just for me, sweetheart?" logan asked, fist full of your hair.

"j-just you, lo..." you gasp.

logan's lips found your jaw, kissing up to your chin before capturing your lips. he wasn't a fan of fruity drinks but he loved the taste they left in your mouth. your backs against the wheel lazily and logan can tell that your orgasm is approaching.

"don't give up now, cherry." he teased. "you were doing so good, being a perfect little slut in my lap. what happened to her?"

you were too fucked out to say anything back and he knew it. logan finally took pity on you and started pistoling into you, listening to every pretty curse word that fell from your trembling lips.

"where do you want me, sweetheart?" logan grunts in your ear, pulling at the lobe as you come down from your high.

"inside, please."

that's all logan needed to hear to spill inside of you. the warmth indescribably flooded you. the two of you collapse in each other's arms, collecting yourself for a few minutes.

"told you, i'm a good fuck." you told him, looking up at him with messy hair and an unapologetic smile.

"didn't doubt you," he says, mirroring your smile as he moves some pieces of hair from your forehead. maybe logan could see you being a permanent person in his life.

"and to think..." your words drift off as you start to move again, feeling him get hard again inside of you. "we are just getting started."

[ruskaroma]

ordinary, corrupt human love. | chapter 2: you get me closer to god.

Summary: John is a manipulator, and she, is the new subject of his obsession.

Warnings: this chapter contains stalking, mentions of large age gap, graphic descriptions of violence, and manipulation.

read the warnings. john is not only a menace, he is evilllll.

Author’s note: and we are back, baby. today, in this chapter, you are going to be witnessing a LOT of fucked up shit from none other than john wick himself. my man’s been doing a lot, god bless his poor soul.

also may i remind you all that the reader here is naive! she is stupid! she is not the brightest! she’s just desperate for attention and affection, so her decisions are always stupid and all of that. (please do not hate her, she is trying her best.)

this took me a while to write because it’s long asf and also because you know me, i always struggle with the english language, but i hope i won’t disappoint you with this chapter!

thank you so much for waiting and continuing to support this fic! really, it gives me a lot of motivation to keep writing, and i really appreciate all your sweet comments and reblogs on my last post.

i hope you also enjoy this new chapter since we’re going to have another peak of what goes on in john’s dark, dark mind. (I PROMISE THE SEX SCENE WOULD BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.)

and again, this is not edited so all mistakes are on me! i really do apologize, english is not my first language.

Word count: 10.6k

also read on AO3

In this business, you’d see different kinds of reactions when a man walks into a room.

They all see themselves above everybody else. They think they’re better, deadlier, smarter. That’s the kind of mindset you need if you want to survive. How will you get out of being held at gunpoint when you’re a weakling?

When a man walks into a room, they’ll take a moment to stare.

On the outside, you’d think these people have a lot of respect for one another since they all work in the same circle anyway. But in real life, you’d see the blatant lack of respect these people truly have for each other, because they’ll stare and judge.

When John walks into a room, it’s a different story.

Fear.

John is not like any other man in business they think they could just judge and get away with it, no. John is well respected and feared. He could see it in their eyes when he pass by. The extreme discomfort and alarm to be in the same presence as him. Even if they try so hard to hide it, John sees right through them.

They view him as… something but human. He’s a killing machine. An attack dog. A monster, some would even say. 

Back in the days, John wasn’t exactly fond of the names they’ve been giving him. When he was still new in the game, he didn’t like how he struck fear over these people because he wasn’t quite sure how to handle the power he truly has over them.

But now, something has shifted.

John is a free man. Not the kind of free when he was with Helen, but free nonetheless. Free because instead of getting alarmed with the fact that he’s feared all over this underworld, he’s taking advantage of it. Much to the higher ups dismay. They have been having a very hard time keeping up with his recent activities.

Growing up, it seemed like John got the worst sadistic discipline in Ruska Roma.

All of them did, don’t get him wrong. All of them suffered – blood, sweat and tears. They were all forced to go through extreme discipline, because it’s the crack of the whip that gets the rats going.

But John… John got the worst of it.

He used to take the fall for his fellow students. Fingers couldn’t count just how many times he was belted on the back for someone else’s mistake. The amount of times he was starved, denied of any kind of food or water, and that’s how it’s always been.

John has always been denied for the things he wanted. The things he needed.

Now, he is not greedy. He’s not just going to take everything in his way like a kid that got away from its parents’ grip, because he doesn’t want a lot of things. John already has a house, a dog companion, enough money to last forever.

John already has everything except her.

His most happy moments couldn’t compete with the hot curl within his guts that he feels every time his mind flashes back to that night. That night when she gave in, when she gave herself away to him – willingly. 

John didn’t need to give her a little push to finally get her. She practically offered herself to him, bared her neck and John’s itching to take a bite. To finally make her his once and for all, but really, he doesn’t need to do that to know that she’s his. 

Like he said, he’s not going to force himself into her life. He’s going to be welcomed. By the looks of it, it seems like it wouldn’t be such a hard thing to do after all. Not when she’s already giving up information about herself to John through texts – she’s practically making it easy for him to get her.

So naive. Doesn’t got a fucking clue in the world.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Fucking mine –

John looks at his phone, reading the messages both of them sent each other the night before, and there it is again. The itch in his hands, the need to possess.

13.06.15 11:46 PM

Bambi: hello! this is Y/N from the club the other night

13.06.15 11:46 PM

Bambi: also that Y/N who returned your super expensive looking coin hehe ;) i hope you didn’t forget about me!

John changed her name on his phone. He changed it to something more… intimate. More sweet. 

13.06.15 11:48 PM

John : I could never.

13.06.15 11:48 PM

John : You’re hard to forget.

He remembers – no, saw – how she responded. With a smile on her face, hopeful.

13.06.15 11:49 PM

Bambi : using my words against me, i see :D 

13.06.15 11:49 PM

Bambi : good to know you’re still as slick as the last time we chatted haha

13.06.15 11:49 PM

John : Hard not to. I wanted to impress you.

13.06.15 11:50 PM

Bambi : you already did.

13.06.15 11:50 PM

Bambi : with all your brooding and intimidating look. just my type ;D 

John smiles to himself as he reads the message. He remembers the look on her face when she’s typing, and hasn't got a clue that the man she’s flirting with was observing her just from across her building. John wouldn’t call it invading her privacy, he calls it keeping her safe.

13.06.15 11:50 PM

Bambi : anywho i asked for your number for a reason. i really do want to talk to you again. not just in chat, i mean, but also in real life :) 

13.06.15 11:50 PM

Bambi : maybe we could get to know each other more? what do you say??? meet up again, but this time planned unlike our other previous meetups?? haha

He is not a teenager to be feeling this giddy over reading messages, but she truly brings out something shameful in him.

13.06.15 11:51 PM

John : I should be the one asking you that.

13.06.15 11:51 PM

Bambi : you were taking too looonggg :( 

13.06.15 11:51 PM

Bambi : so what do ya think?

13.06.15 11:52 PM

John : Of course I’ll go. I told you I’d make time for you, didn’t I?

13.06.15 11:52 PM

John : I’m a man of my word.

13.06.15 11:52 PM

Bambi : ok that’s great! i was so worried you wouldn’t say yes.

John had averted his eyes from the phone that night and onto the little lady across the building. She was rolling around on her bed, still dressed in her pink, fluffy robe and her hair was still wet. She looks like a puppy that John wanted to pet; stroke her hair and tell her she’s his good girl.

13.06.15 11:52 PM

John : When do you want to meet? 

13.06.15 11:53 PM

Bambi : aahhhhh let’s see

13.06.15 11:53 PM

Bambi : i have classes tomorrow morning BUTTT we can def meet up during lunch! i get out of school at like 12 and go to work at 3 :D

I know, John wanted to say. I’ve memorized your everyday schedule in the span of two days.

13.06.15 11:53 PM

John : How about I pick you up from your school, we grab lunch, and I drop you off to work?

13.06.15 11:53 PM

John : Or is it too soon? 

13.06.15 11:53 PM

Bambi : oh my god no way REALLY?

13.06.15 11:53 PM

Bambi : nooo it’s not too soon don’t worry! you def could so we have more time to talk and everything! i just hope i won’t be bothering you or anything.

13.06.15 11:53 PM

Bambi : do you have work tomorrow? you look like a 9 to 5 kinda guy :P 

God, she’s fucking adorable. 

13.06.15 11:54 PM

John : I don’t, so you don’t have to worry. I’d love to talk to you more as well.

13.06.15 11:54 PM

Bambi : ok! i cannot wait for tomorrow. i should probably sleep now tho so i wouldn’t look shitty when you see me :D 

13.06.15 11:54 PM

Bambi : here is the address of my school. [Address]

13.06.15 11:54 PM

Bambi : can’t wait to see you tomorrow, john! goodnight, see you soon! x

13.06.15 11:55 PM

John : Goodnight, sweet girl. Have a good sleep.

John hadn’t meant to type that. He felt his heart drop to his stomach, terrified that he somehow scared her away with the sudden affection. But then he saw her read his message, dropped her phone on the bed, and then rolled over again like a lap dog.

She’s too easy to tame, so gullible. John almost couldn’t believe how fast she folded, how desperate she really is. But then again, he could say the same about himself. Lonely and desperate, they were meant to be together. He likes to believe God had put them in this position because of fate, because he has a plan for every single one of us.

John’s never been the one to believe in Him, but he finds himself grasping to that very little delusion that keeps him from going insane.

*

11:55 AM, the students are already making their way out of their designated buildings. 

John is keeping his guard on high alert, eyes scanning the crowd to find her. He’s parked just across the school gate, leaning against his car as he checks the time on his wrist. He’s also holding his phone in the other, waiting for it to vibrate in case she drops a message.

He’s never felt this giddy before. Hands clammy and eyes searching frantically, excited because he’s finally getting to spend alone time with her, but also worried in fear of losing her in the crowd. John doesn’t like it when he doesn’t have the upper hand. When he doesn’t have control of the situation. When she’s not in his line of vision and could be doing god knows what without his supervision.

He checks his phone again. 11:58, where is she?

John knows at this time, she should be out and about already, waiting for a cab to her apartment. His fingers itch, hovering over the screen of his phone. He begins contemplating if he should send a message, but that would make him look demanding and clingy. He doesn’t want to leave that kind of impression on her, or otherwise he’d have no choice but to abduct her and keep her locked away if she thinks about running –

He blinks, sucking in deep breath. 

“Shit,” he whispers, looking up to the school gate again. This isn’t good. What the fuck was he even thinking? 

John tries not to think about it. Tries to convince himself that he is not as fucked up as his mind is making him out to be. He wouldn’t stoop that low, he’s not that cruel –

Are you not?

A certain someone appears in the crowd, standing outside the school gate, already spotting John and waving at him from across the road. Her face is bright, smiling wide. John never wanted to possess something so bad.

He waves back, all his dark thoughts suddenly gone, and everything is rainbows and sunshine. John watches as she crosses the road carefully, looking left and right, seeming small with the people around her. She looks like a lost puppy.

John wants to pet.

“John, hey!” she beams, running up to him to give him a hug which catches John off guard. She’s on her tiptoes just to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders, and John doesn’t want to make her upset for not immediately reacting with her affection, and so he puts his arm around her waist and bends down to place his chin on her shoulder. 

He fights the urge to bury his nose in her neck, then maybe sucks a few hickeys, leaving a bite mark to show that the big, bad wolf has already marked his mate.

She’s so fucking easy to get, John thinks.

When she pulls away from the hug, John tries not to look disappointed. Her cologne lingers in his nose. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

“You don’t ever need to say sorry for that,” John says, faux stern as he places a hand on her waist subtly. She looks like she doesn’t mind, that’s a good thing.

“Okay then,” she smiles politely. “Oh, and I’m sorry if I look like a mess. Just say the words and I would totally change to more appropriate clothes before we go somewhere.”

“You look beautiful,” John says smoothly, standing up straight. Even though she looks underdressed next to John who’s wearing a three-piece suit, she is still heart-wrenchingly beautiful. In fact, John likes the contrast.

“T-thanks.”

“Should we go?”

“Sure! I’m excited,” she giggles, the sound practically dancing in his ear. “I’m hungry. Where will we eat?”

“Hm, what do you like?” he asks.

“Dunno. Burger and milkshake.”

“Sounds unhealthy.”

“The only thing I can afford, unfortunately,” she jokes, though John doesn’t answer, only opening the car door for her. “We should eat in a diner. I know a good one! Also cheap, so you won’t have to worry about the price.”

“I never worry about the price, darling,” John murmurs, but still loud enough for her to hear as she gets inside the vehicle. He swiftly walks to the driver’s seat and starts the car, glancing at his little bambi who’s observing the interior intensely. “You like it?”

“It’s so cool. I’ve never been in a car like this.”

“You’re going to have a lot of firsts when you’re with me.”

As John starts driving, the girl beside him babbles. Not that he minds, of course. He listens and nods, so obsessed with her voice that he could listen to it forever. It’s amazing how John could easily hide the fact that he was just stalking her from across her apartment the night before in the back of his mind, like it never even happened. It’s amazing how he could act like he wasn’t just thinking about kidnapping her and locking her away from the public forever.

But then again, everything about his little bambi would make anyone risk it all for her.  It’s not just John. Anyone would do the same if they were in his shoes.

“How was school?” John asks, averting his eyes from the road for a moment to look at her.

“Eh, it was alright. Classes always drain me, no wonder I’m so hungry now,” she answers politely. One of the few things John noticed about her. How she doesn’t run out of things to say, how she can get the conversation going. “How about you? You going to work after our lunch? You’re dressed up for it.”

“I took the day off today,” he replies vaguely.

“What? Why?”

“I have a date with you.”

She seems to be shocked by John’s choice of words, but she’s more concerned with the fact that John took the day off for her. “Y-yeah, but you didn’t have to do that. We could just go on a date next time.”

“The sooner, the better,” he explains, feeling another surge of something hot into his veins. She agreed that this is a date. Just how fucking gullible can she get? “Work is no problem for me. I want to get to know you more.”

“O-okay. I wanna get to know you more too.”

When John catches a glimpse of her bright smile beaming at him, his hands tighten around the wheel and he steps on the gas harder.

*

John doesn’t like how his mind isn’t making him remember about Helen.

He should be remembering her. He should feel some kind of guilt for being in a restaurant with another woman, but he doesn’t. Every single day since she died, his mind would always make him think about her. But now, it’s like John completely forgot about her existence at all.

The wedding ring on his finger is long gone. Ever since his unhealthy obsession began, he thought that wearing that while doing something so sinful felt so wrong. Helen shouldn’t have to witness all the things he had done in the name of a girl he had only met once that time.

The diner isn’t packed with people. The sizzling of the burgers grilling on the pan and the chatters seem to drown out eventually when his little bambi starts talking.

John gives her a small smile, barely there, just to show her that he’s listening, all his attention is on her.

“Time seems to pass by so fast, huh? I remember when I bumped into you the first time, I really thought I wouldn’t see you again,” she starts the conversation with a bang, but thankfully John’s prepared for this type of talk.

“So you really wanted to see me then?” he smirks slightly.

“Yeah! You’re really good looking and it’s not always I see a guy as handsome as you in my apartment complex and my school,” she says bluntly, though John could see the faint blush on her cheeks when she mentions the word ‘good looking.’ “So of course I had to take my chance when I met you again at that club! God, you were my knight in shining armor. I would’ve been crushed to death if it wasn’t for you.”

“That’s why you should always be careful on the road. You’re small, everyone could look past you if you weren’t careful enough.”

She pouts, placing her chin on her hand as she stares lovingly at John. “You’re exaggerating. I’m not small. You’re just saying that because you’re too big. And I’m always careful on the road – it was only that time that I lost balance and almost fell.”

“Then it better not happen again,” John says sharply, leaning back against the cushioned seat as he stares back at her challengingly. “But there’s no need to worry for the next time. I won’t let that happen again.”

“Next time?” she teases. “So you want to see me again next time, then?”

“Have I not made it clear with my actions and words?” John shoots back, raising another eyebrow. She likes it when he’s being stern like this. All authoritative. She might not know it yet, but her body language speaks for itself. “Do you want to see me again?”

The little bambi smiles brightly, and It hurts. It hurts John to see that smile because she’s just like the sun. But no matter how much she shines, John would do anything just to touch. Just to possess. Just to break.

“Of course! I wouldn’t have gotten your number if I didn’t, right?”

“Good.”

It’s not like she could do much anyways if she says no. Nothing will ever stop John from seeing her again, no matter how bad the procedure would be.

The food then arrives and is served on the table, and John thinks he has never felt anything like this before.

His hands have never felt this itchy before. That desperate, longing feeling to just possess the very thing that’s placed right in front of you. Everything about her is just so captivating, staring up at John like he’s the one who hung the moon, so full of adoration and hope.

Seems like John isn’t the only desperate one between the two of them. He could see it in her eyes. She’s practically begging him to take care of her.

And really, he can’t blame her.

An absent mother and an alcoholic father. No wonder she’s seeking attention from a man like John. A man old enough to be her father – if not older than her own father. John would be more than willing to fulfill the role her father failed to be when she was young. He’d do anything to protect her, morals be damned.

She looks too good to be true sitting right in front of him and he didn’t think watching someone devour a burger twice as big as her face would be so endearing. The way she licks her lips, the way her eyes sparkle every time John would pay attention to the little things she’d absentmindedly insert in her stories. No one must’ve given her this kind of attention before. No one but John.

“Oh, before I forget!” She places a hand on John’s arm that’s perched on the table. A mere innocent touch, yet he can’t help but feel a little giddy on the inside. “We’ve been talking for like, an hour now, and I still haven’t asked what your job is. I’ve been really curious ever since you told me you took a day off just for this. Are you like the boss or something?”

Ah. Of course.

A question like this is inevitable, thank god John came prepared. 

“No,” he simply says. “I’m a book binder. I collect and restore books as both a hobby and job.”

“Wow,” she nods her head, now interested as she leans forward and closer to him. She smells so sweet, John feels like he’s snorting sugar. “I didn’t think book binding could earn you so much money. Considering you’re dressed pretty… comfortably. And you have a nice car.”

“It pays enough,” John replies. Sooner or later she’d find out what he really does for a living, and no doubt she’d be scared. John already has a plan of action for when that would happen, but for now, he’ll try to keep it a secret as long as he can. “Pays enough to let me spoil you in the future. In fact, I think I might just start spoiling you now.”

“You say that to every woman you meet?” She quirks an eyebrow, teasing. 

“Just for you. You’re special.”

John sees the way she immediately turns shy and nervous from the statement. It must’ve felt overwhelming, having someone so much older and with more experience to hit on her like that. But John would say it brings a whole different feeling in him, like ego-lifting of some sort, knowing he just might be the only man that treated her right in her life.

Does killing one of her guy friends and storing him in his basement means treating her right? Does stalking her and watching her sleep from across the building is a way to treat her right? Different story to be told for another day.

“I believe you,” she says, smiling. 

Of course you do.

John diverts her attention from him. “You’re a veterinary student and also part time in a veterinary clinic. What made you want to pursue it?”

“Uh, let’s see. I don’t really have like, a very logical reason for it. I just really love animals and I want them to be part of my job as well,” she shrugs. “As for the part time thing, one of my older friends works there and got me in to gain some experience. I don’t really do much, I help with the paperworks and watch how they do stuff around there.”

I know.

“Your unconditional love for animals is logical enough.”

“I know right. Best job in the world, I might add. I get to pet all kinds of different animals everyday, and mind you I’m not even a real doctor yet,” she giggles, then tilts her head in curiosity. “Do you have a pet, John?”

“I do. I have a dog,” he answers, taking a sip of his own milkshake. It’s sweet, it’s something he’s not used to, but it reminds him of her. “Unfortunately, I haven’t named her yet.”

She frowns. “Why not?”

“I don’t know how to. I’m not good with names,” John shrugs. This conversation with her alone just might be the longest conversation he’s ever shared with someone ever since Helen died. And even with his late wife, he wasn’t as talkative as this. “Maybe you could name her. She’s a large pitbull but surprisingly very gentle for her size.”

“Oh my god, John, I have to meet her!” She beams. “Maybe on our next date, don’t you think? Let’s bring her with us to the park, have a little picnic there or something.”

Next date.

She wants to go on another date with him and she is making this a lot easier for John.

His lips stretch into a rare smile, fingers twitching subtly around the glass as he stares right into her eyes. There’s no hidden intention behind them, just pure adoration with a twinge of hope. Probably hopes that John wants the same thing as her, but he wouldn’t let her know that she is in for a lot more than she bargained for.

“I can’t wait for our next one.”

*

John could still remember the little things that made him feel human. 

Back in the Marines, when he first killed somebody, he felt a tremendous amount of guilt and self-hating that he couldn’t sleep for a week. He’d have nightmares of it; of holding his gun up to somebody’s head and blowing it up with just one single movement. The residue of the flesh splattered all over his face, some of them even went to his mouth. His hands shaked but he didn’t let his crew see it. In their eyes, that wasn’t the first time he had done it.

When he was recruited by Viggo and his little minions, the guilt of killing people was still there, but barely. He used to wish he didn’t feel any guilt or remorse at all every time he pulled a trigger, but looking back at it now, he wishes he could just take it all back. It was only guilt that he felt most of his life, but it made John human.

Now, he doesn’t feel very human as he stands in the middle of an abattoir holding a machete with pints of blood pooling at his shoes.

Back then, he used to kill. Point, shoot, leave. A very short routine he told himself to stick with unless he wanted to get in trouble. But now, he is not only just killing. John is fucking slaughtering people.

His eyes land on the dead body hanging from the meat hook. Naked, gutted alive just a few moments ago. His stomach is sliced open with his own intestines wrapped around his neck, and it fucking stinks.

The raw stench of human blood mixing with the already reeking smell of the slaughtered pigs hanging just besides the one John had slaughtered himself. 

Really, John should feel even just a little amount of remorse or disgust. His client didn’t particularly gave him a specific order on how to fucking kill the target, John did it himself. He didn’t know what the fuck was he thinking when he was doing the wet work, all he knows is that he’s getting worse each day that passes.

The killing part took some time considering the man certainly put up a fight. He was smuggling drugs inside the pigs he was slaughtering. It works on people too, though it’s too risky. Dying with balloons of cocaine up your throat or ass isn’t exactly the way you’d want to die, nor the kind of state you want your body to be in.

John really didn’t mean to go this far, but all the pent up anger and frustration led him to do something so ugly. He feels like a ticking bomb. Every second a little part of humanity just starts fading away, who knows what would happen if all of it were gone. 

This is his first kill since his date with his bambi. That was five days ago. John decided to take another job while he’s waiting for her next decision. He doesn’t want to look clingy and creepy by constantly texting her every chance he gets, so he lets her do it in her own phase. Though, waiting for her texts sure did take a lot of rampant rage on John’s side. Lots of broken furniture and a creepy amount of hours watching her sleep from across the building. 

Just because John is letting her do her own thing for the meantime, doesn’t mean he gets to take his eyes off of her. It’s for the best. 

Their last conversation was yesterday. It was a pretty long conversation, but not long enough for John’s satisfaction. She left it off by saying she’s going to be busy studying for her test and cleaning her apartment, which John didn’t have the time to check if she was telling the truth since he was busy himself.

John is dying to see her again but he knows he’s gonna have to wait it out in the Continental. Or maybe if he’s feeling a little bit insane, he’d ditch having to rest and spend his time sitting on a dusty chair in the same dusty room he’s been staying in for awhile; the building across from her apartment. But until then he’ll have to see where time will take him.

His phone ringing in his jacket is what snaps him from his thoughts. Bringing a bloodied hand to get it, he almost couldn’t press the screen by the slippery liquid covering his fingers. John presses the phone to his ear, waiting for the person to speak.

“Hey, boss. How’s Russia treating you so far? Hopefully not great ‘cause I’ve got some news that will cheer you up.” The deep voice of Alex echoes in the abattoir. It must’ve slipped John’s mind that he had sent Alex again to tail her again while he’s out overseas.

He furrows his brows, curious. “How is she?”

“Hm, let’s see here. Your little pet has been up and about all day with her little friends after they’ve finally noticed the disappearance of that little shit we took care of a while back – speaking of which, how is he by the way?”

“Rotting. Dissolving in my basement,” John replies, hands tightening around the handle of the machete. So this is what she’s been doing and the reason why she hasn’t messaged him all day. “I say the fucker got what he deserved. He’s a creep who preys on women to rape, I’m just thankful we got him out of the way before he got to her.”

“Yeah, well. She doesn’t know that and I doubt she’d even stop looking for her creepy friend unless they’ve found him. What do you want me to do?”

“Give it a day or two. Wait for me to get back and I’ll take it from there.”

“Anything else?” John hears loud chattering in the background, he furrows his brows.

“Yeah. Where are you right now?”

“Uhh, keeping her in my sight like you told me to?” Alex sounds particularly sassy. John doesn’t know if he should be pleased or not. “She’s at a restaurant. I think she’s having a meeting with her other friends or something – she looks upset.”

“Upset because of her missing friend, I assume.”

“Probably. Have you talked to her at all today, boss? Pretty sure I have not yet seen her pick up her phone all day.”

“No,” John simply says. “But she will. I’m sure of it.”

“I see you’ve finally gotten her dependent on you now.”

“Not enough, apparently, since she’s gone a full day without talking to me.”

“Well, you’re definitely getting there,” Alex says under his breath. “I’m going now, boss. They’re leaving to god knows where.”

John doesn’t say anything else, only ending the call and pocketing back his phone. He looks around the area, the coppery smell of blood is stronger than before. He is the reason why it stinks in here, the reason why there’s so much blood and brutality. The body that hangs right in front of him is lifelessly staring with dead, cold eyes. John resists the urge to shove a balloon of fucking cocaine into his stomach, the same thing he’s been doing with these pigs, brutalize him more if that’s even possible, but he knows it wouldn’t help his already worsening mentality.

The thought of someone seeing this body and thinking about how fucked up the person who did this doesn’t concern him as much as it should. 

Instead, John turns his heels and walks away from the scene. 

*

Unsurprisingly, getting her to depend on John isn’t the hardest task to do.

It just might be the easiest.

The moment John arrives at the Continental, he takes his time to message his bambi. It’s only reasonable, he wouldn’t come out as a clingy creep since it’s been a full day since his last message, he has every right to know what and how she’s doing despite already getting enough pictures and updates from Alex.

He asks her how she’s been, waits for approximately ten minutes before he finally gets a reply. In those ten minutes, John takes his time scrolling through the pictures Alex had sent him. Pictures of her bundled up in large, colorful sweaters and wearing a frown on her pretty face. She looks rough, but she makes looking rough look good.

Bambi : hi, john :(( sorry i didn’t text you all day. was busy with something 

John : That’s alright, I understand. I’m just glad you replied. Did something come up? Was it about school?

Bambi : kind of. my friend from school is missing and we don’t know where he is. we’re worried because he hasn’t answered any of our calls for a week and his apartment is practically empty.

Reading that almost makes him resist an urge to sickly smile to himself. His fingers hover the screen, careful of what his next words might be. 

John : I’m sorry to hear that. Have you gotten any updates from the police? What did they say?

Bambi : nothing yet unfortunately. no one saw him the night he went missing :( 

John : I’m sure you’ll find him soon enough. I hope nothing extremely bad happened to your friend.

He sounds… manipulating. There aren’t any more words that could describe what John is doing to her. He doesn’t even know if he can still make up excuses to tell himself that everything is completely fine and normal.

The girl that he likes is currently sharing about the horrifying tragedy her ‘friend’ is facing, the horrifying tragedy being John’s fault, and he’s fucking lying about it. And what truly terrifies him the most is not about the fact that he’s manipulating her, he’s terrified because it feels normal and just… fine.

Normal, normal, normal–

Can John really win her over by going this path? If not, would it really matter?

He will still have the upper hand if this doesn’t end well. But then again, there’s a very small chance that it wouldn’t – if not none at all. John just needs to play his cards well and there wouldn’t be a problem. 

Bambi : thank you john. really hope that too. it doesn’t feel the same without him

John’s jaw ticks.

What do you mean it doesn’t feel the same without that fucker? I killed him for you! He was a creep who only wanted to fuck you and take you away from me and–

A dangerous feeling suddenly surge into his veins that he wants to put back together all the pieces of that fucker just to destroy it in his hands once again.

Maybe mutilating him and dissolving him in pure acid just isn’t enough. Maybe he deserved more. Maybe John should’ve took his fucking time torturing that little shit instead of killing him instantly.

John : And how are you? I hope you’re not too worried about this matter that you start to forget about taking care of yourself.

Bambi : i’m doing fine, but a bit sad bc of it. i also miss you and i wish u’re here so i wouldn’t be too sad

And just like that, it’s like all his resentment and rage just one minute prior vanished in a snap of a finger. A small smile makes its way to his face and a surge of ego soars into his chest. She has no idea she’s got a dangerous assassin wrapped around her finger and the consequences it’d bring her.

Bambi : are u still overseas? when will you be back?

John : Tomorrow, hopefully.

John : And I miss you too, sweetheart. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I finish work.

Bambi : can’t wait to see you. do u want me to pick u up at the airport? :D

John : Thank you, baby, but that won’t be necessary. I don’t want to keep you busy when you already have too much in your hands.

Bambi : mkay. but call me or text me when u arrive, ok?

John : Of course.

*

John is not stupid.

If he ever noticed a man following his every step, he didn’t once care or say a word.

It’s one of Winston’s men, obviously, following him around throughout his business in Russia up to boarding the same plane as him back to New York. Considering John had managed to catch on pretty quickly at the fact that Winston sent someone to trail him, this poor guy is not doing a particularly good job.

At first, John thought about taking care of the guy himself and bringing Winston a souvenir of his dog’s fingers or even one of his eyeballs, but decided that he is not that cruel.

He could be, but knowing he holds all the power over several people under The Table makes John wants to play the game a little longer and just fucking shiver in excitement.

Obviously Winston had noticed that John is up to no good. Not that it’s any of his business, he’s more likely just scared for his own life. He’s probably thinking it was a bad idea to bring John back into the game now that he’s living up to the horrors of his reputation and giving people exactly what they wanted.

When John first returned to the field, it was only to avenge his late wife and nothing more. But now that a bigger monster has grown within him over the course of his stay, he’s now also looking for the fuel to his fire.

And boy did he find it.

The fuel being in the form of a young woman who’s unaware of how much power she has over John. It’s only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose. 

*

10:56 PM.

“Hello.”

“Hello? John?”

“It’s me, darling. How are you?”

“Doing fine. Studying for my exam and all. Why are you calling at this hour, though?”

“Just wanted to let you know that I just arrived back in New York and see how you’re doing.”

“Oh, John, it’s so late. I was thinking earlier that you would arrive tomorrow morning or afternoon, you didn’t tell me you boarded a flight.”

“I wanted to be back as soon as possible and wanted to surprise you, but my flight got delayed so I only just arrived now.”

A soft laugh rings in his ear.

“You’re so cheeky. We can just meet up tomorrow if you’d like, go on a picnic at a park or something. I really, really wanna meet your dog.”

John hears a sigh, then the sound of paper rustling in the background. He counts – one, two, three – here it comes.

“I miss you, John.”

He pushes the curtain aside with two fingers, peering his eyes in the small opening as he watches the figure at the other side of the building. She’s sitting on her study desk in front of a laptop, freshly showered and wearing specs that John can’t help his heart to ache.

It’s been so long.

“I miss you too, sweetheart. Couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was away.”

“That’s very sweet. I hope you brought souvenirs for me, though, or otherwise I will be very sad.”

“How can I forget? I bought everything that reminded me of you when I was there.”

“Now you’re just spoiling me.” Another laugh, then John sees her getting up from the chair and laying on the bed. “I’m happy that I’d get to see you again tomorrow, John. Everything that’s been happening is just so… I don’t know. Stressful, I guess. From my friend missing and school work, I don’t even know where to start. I just wanna be with you again.”

The mention of her friend Jay ticks him the wrong way, but he can’t also help but notice the longing and desperation laced in her voice as she said the last part. John knows it wouldn’t be too hard for her to be dependent on him, he just didn’t expect it to be this easy. They’ve only met once in real life, but their constant texting and calling through the phone makes it up for it. 

“Don’t let yourself worry too much on matters that don’t concern you.”

Silence, then John watches her bite her nail anxiously. “What do you mean by that, John?”

He doesn’t particularly like the way his name just rolls off her tongue like that – like she’s his age, the same way Helen used to call him. He doesn’t want to be reminded of Helen when he’s with his little bambi, it just makes him feel even shittier with the situation. It sorta reminds John how much he truly changed when he lost Helen.

“Don’t worry about your friend too much. I know it’s hard that he’s missing, but don’t put him first before your own well being,” John advises, manipulation just dripping off his tongue like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He doubts she would notice, though. “I’m sure the police got it covered by now. I’m more worried about you.”

John could still see her expression through the window despite being far away. She’s thinking about it, letting herself get swayed by his lies and persuasion. She’s too easy, she just doesn’t know it herself, but John does. And he’s going to take advantage of it as much as he can. 

He counts again – one, two, three – and she’s dropping her hand to the bed and sighing softly. There she is.

“Okay. You’re probably right, I worry too much.”

John doesn’t reply but gives a silent hum that indicates he’s agreeing. He sees her taking off her glasses and putting it on the bedside table, suddenly the itch in his hands is back.

There’s a voice nagging at the back of his head and asking him just what the fuck is he doing, that he should stop this madness before it gets out of hand, but would that really make a difference? Even if John did stop, he’d still continue to live with the fact that he was a monster who stalked a young woman out of sheer obsession. He’d already got her dependent on him, he’d already laid out the plan on how this would turn out, why is he suddenly questioning now?

He had done stuff that was worse than manipulating. He didn’t feel a single drop of empathy when he was slaughtering people and shooting them in the head, but why does he feel guilty manipulating her?

“John? Did you already fall asleep on me?”

Soft voice snaps him out of his thoughts, then it’s followed by a soft giggle. John feels butterflies exploding in his stomach. 

“Sorry. I was just–”

“It’s okay, John, you can sleep. You’ve probably had a long day since you’ve been on a flight and everything. I’m going to sleep now too, we have a date tomorrow, remember? Don’t forget.” The faux strictness in her voice makes him smile, then he sees her smiling just as big through the window; giddy and excited. “Goodnight, John. It’s really nice talking to you again. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She hangs up first, smiling to herself before putting the phone back to her nightstand. She settles on the bed comfortably, tucking herself into her blanket, unaware of the fact that there’s a monster lurking on the other building, watching her every move like a hawk.

He catches a glimpse of himself in the old mirror on the dusty wall, dressed in black and predatory, reminiscent of the devil himself. 

Might as well live up to the name.

*

John is aware of how dead he looks in people’s eyes. He barely smiles, he’s always dressed in black, and he always has trouble showing emotions through his face. He makes sure that he gives off that aura that shows how much he dislikes everyone in the fucking room. How much he just wants to pull out his gun and shoot every single one of them in the head.

John despises the way they look at him. Like they pity him for losing his wife, for getting dragged back to the life he had already left. Though, he can’t really blame them, really. He used to pity himself too, even now for letting himself get even worse, but he wouldn’t really call it pity. He doesn’t know what it is, but it’s not pity.

The next day is interesting, to say the least.

He couldn’t get a minute of sleep the night before, the image of her sleeping so peacefully without a worry in the world bored into his mind. It’s extremely fascinating to him just how careless and… dumb she is. Dumb in a way that it’s benifiting John – the both of them, actually – and not in an offensive kind of way.

It was around two in the morning when he returned back to the hotel, managed to sleep for an hour or two before ripping off the blankets and had a drink the first thing in the morning. John didn’t bother taking a nap after that, just walking around the room making sure all is well and everything will be according to plan.

At 8 AM, she texted John a good morning and said it would be better for their date to be at 4 PM. John then replied that it was perfect, though he doubts he can wait that long.

12 PM, for a man as calm and collected as John, he sure as hell can’t fucking sit still in one place.

He’s paranoid. No amount of texts from his bambi is enough to keep him calm. The time is ticking too slowly for his liking and he has no other things to do in his free time. Except be paranoid.

John grabs his coat, kisses his dog goodbye and decides to stop by a grocery store to prepare for their date. He should at least make them both a sandwich and buy drinks, knowing that the little gesture would be enough to put a smile on her face.

1 PM, John comes back with shit ton of paper bags in his arms. He’s doing too much, he knows it, but too much is still better than not enough.

John goes to the kitchen to prepare. The orphanage taught him how to cook – well, not really. John taught himself how to cook, because if he’s not going to cook for himself and half of the kids back in Ruska, they’d all be dead with no survival instincts to save them from starvation. Being an assassin who could withstand any form of torture all while not knowing how to cook would be the greatest joke of the century. John’s not the one to be laughed out.

2 PM, everything is settled and in place, his little bambi texts him to let him know that she’s getting ready and cannot wait for their date. John then takes his time to get ready too.

3 PM, John is dressed in a nice white t-shirt with a brown leather jacket on top. He looks civilised, no one would know a damn thing that he’s one of the most feared men in the underworld who slaughters people for a living.

His dog is quiet in the corner, chewing on her bone toy until John puts a collar and leash around her neck. Her eyes perks up in excitement, already knowing they would go outside to play. John always takes his time making sure she gets to socialize with other dogs, whether it’s in a park or just down the street.

“You’re excited, baby?” John murmurs, petting her ears softly as he kneels down to her position. “You’re gonna meet someone special. Want you to be nice to her, alright? She’s gonna be your mom.”

John hauls everything into his car in a matter of minutes. The picnic basket, the blanket, his gifts for his little one that he got from Russia, also including his dog. She’s behaved yet excited as she peeks in the mirror watching her owner work.

He slides into the driver’s seat and locks his seatbelt, starting up the car and driving away from the hotel. Earlier, John had seen a couple of his co-workers loading up his trunk dressed like he’s going on a date – because he is – no doubt they’re snitching and would tell Winston. He couldn’t care less.

He arrives outside her apartment after thirty minutes, parking his car right by the entrance. He can’t help but grimace as he looks around the place. He remembers meeting her here, the day after he killed that good-for-nothing junkie. He wonders if she ever got the news, how she reacted when someone got killed the same day John was visiting her area.

It won’t be long before she wouldn’t be living in this area no more. It’s too dangerous, filled with a bunch of goons who get themselves tangled up in petty gang wars. John knows a gangster when he sees one, and it looks like every single man who lives in these crowded apartments are either pushers or gangsters with no sense of direction in life.

She doesn’t belong here. She should be in John’s house, locked up and isolated where she’s safe under his supervision. He would treat her like a princess, give her the things she deserve.

John gets out of the car, pulls out his phone and sends her a message to let her know he’s outside her building. He leans against the car as he waits.

A minute passes and a very happy bambi appears in the elevator, dressed in a pretty sundress and a white tote bag with a text John can’t see. She’s beaming up at him as she exits the building, and John hasn’t got the time to react before she’s lunging herself forward and going on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Whoa easy,” John murmurs, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist for support, placing his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent; it’s sweet, not a surprise. “You miss me that much?”

“So much, you don’t even wanna know,” she murmurs in his chest, not quite reaching his neck despite being on her tiptoes. “I hope you miss me just as much.”

John pulls away, gives her a look as he places her large hands on her hips. “I might’ve missed you more than you missed me.”

She giggles, John could see her eyes through the heart-shaped sunglasses she’s wearing. It’s cute. “That’s not possible, I will fight you for it.”

“Hm,” John hums, eyes wandering down her lips to her dress. It stops just above her knees, John has to mentally prepare himself for the worst. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she says sheepishly. “You like it? I think it’s the perfect picnic outfit.”

“I love it,” John clarifies. “Looks perfect on you.”

“You look gorgeous yourself,” she giggles, eyeing John up and down teasingly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. He isn’t so sure how to react to that, hopefully his dick wouldn’t take the liberty to rise from the dead at this moment. “This is the first time I’ve seen you not wearing any suits. Domestic looks good on you.”

“What can I say, I’m a changed man.” John means both good and bad. “And before we go, I want to introduce you to someone.”

Before she gets a chance to ask, John slides out of the way from his position of covering the car window and reveals a very happy pitbull waiting to be introduced to her mother.

Her smile is wide when she spots John’s pet excitedly wagging her tail inside the car. “Oh my god, she is beautiful! John, open the door, hurry, hurry, hurry–”

“Okay, okay–”

The moment John pulls the door open, the dog comes rushing out to jump and starts licking her face.

“Oh, lookie here, baby! You’re such a cutie! What’s your name, hm? Don’t got a name yet? Your dad can’t think of a name to give ya’?” 

Her giggles are like music to his ears.

The sound of paws pattering on the concrete and her high pitched voice talking to the dog fills the empty street in a matter of seconds. When she isn’t looking, John begins looking around the area, his eyes landing on the apartment building where he preys at some nights. 

There’s a person at the front desk, staring at him like he knows something, and like a switch that goes off in his brain, John recognizes this man as the same one who bumped into him a few nights ago in the hallway in front of the abandoned room where he’s staying.

They meet eyes, John flashes him a knowing look, then the man immediately looks away.

John’s jaw ticks. He’s gonna have to deal with that later.

He turns his attention back to where it’s most needed. She’s still playing with the dog, crouching beside the car while the puppy just drowns in her affection. John really hates to break the moment.

“Shall we get going?” He interjects, voice deeper than usual, still feeling a little on the edge from that man by the front desk earlier.

“Sure. She gonna be in the backseat?”

“You bet.”

John opens the door for the both of them and lets her help the puppy get inside. Before he slams the door close, he makes sure to take another look at the apartment, seeing the man already staring back at him.

Yeah. He’s really gonna have to deal with that later.

*

They arrive at the park around 4:25 and John is the one to set up their spot while she and the puppy play in the empty field. It’s empty, totally empty, and John couldn’t be more thankful than that since he really doesn’t want to be around other people besides her. She’s the only one that matters.

John notices that she brought her own dog toys, probably the ones she keeps to herself since she does work in a vet clinic after all. The sight of her happily running around the grass with his dog is enough to bring him to his knees, he is only but a man.

John calls her to eat and the two of them come running towards him and plops down on the soft blanket next to the basket full of fruits.

“Had fun?” John speaks, sitting beside her on the ground as he watches her get a plate of pasta for the two of them. She insists she gets to plate their food, John lets her.

“Very. Didn’t know she’s quite energetic, luckily for her I can match her energy extremely well.”

“It comes with being young, I guess. Can’t really relate,” he jokes, receiving the plate full of pasta she gives him while she snickers at the statement.

“Come on, John. You’re still fit despite being old.” John watches her take a bite of the food. He’s not subtle, he’s straight up staring at her lips as she wraps her mouth around the fork, savoring the flavor with closed eyes. “Hm, this is delicious. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“By myself,” he shrugs, taking a bite of his food to keep him from taking a bite of her instead. “I’m surprised you aren’t creeped out.”

“With what?”

“With my age,” John makes it clear. “You’re young with a bright future ahead of you–”

“Yet here I am having a date with an old man?” she interjects, wiggles her eyebrows, teasing clearly with the way she emphasizes the last part. “I can’t believe you thought I’m gonna get creeped out. You’re a grown man with a stable job and not to mention very hot, I find that very sexy.”

“You think I’m sexy?” he raises a brow.

“Yes, I think you’re very sexy. I haven’t once encountered a guy my age who has the same status as you,” she sets down the plate on her lap for a moment. “You know, experienced and mature.”

“I see,” John nods. It’s very clear that she’s always found the people who contrast her so well attractive. She wants a savior that would save her from everything, luckily John fits in the description quite too well. 

They delve in a normal conversation after that. John makes sure to steer away all questions regarding him and his life, a way to learn more about her other than the pictures and videos and information he’d been sent by Alex.

John already knows a lot about her, it wouldn’t hurt to learn a little more.

Ten minutes go by, a bottle of wine has been pulled out of the basket and she’s spilling her whole life to John in a matter of moments. From lttle memories from childhood to how she moved from her hometown to New York to get away from her father. How when she was younger, she begged her toys to talk to her and she wouldn’t tell anyone. How their family pet back in the days impacted the choices she made to choose her career path – to become a veterinarian.

John listens. He’s always been good at listening instead of talking, so he listens. 

5 PM, the two of them play with the dog and she decides to name her “Blue.”

“Is it because she has blue eyes?” John asks.

“Yeah. Not really original, I know, but it fits her.”

“Blue is perfect.”

It’s already 6 PM when they decide to head home. She’s still talking the moment they’re in the car and John is still listening. There’s something about her voice that just… pulls him in. It’s so sweet and soft.

When they arrive outside her apartment complex, it’s dead silent. 

“I really enjoyed our date today, John,” she smiles when he opens the door for her, now standing in front of him and looking up to meet his eyes. “The pasta was delicious. I hope I get to eat more of them in the future – and oh, I really, really enjoyed playing with Blue! I’m so thankful that you let me name her even though it wasn’t really special–”

“Hush,” John jokingly interrupts. “The night might be over, but I can assure you that I will see you soon again.”

“How soon would that be again?”

“Eager to see me already?”

“Maybe.”

“You know I always make time for you, sweetheart,” John croons, placing a large hand on her chin and staring deeply into her eyes. “Is it too early for me to kiss you?”

She laughs, then wraps her arms around his waist to pull him in closer. John looks at her and falls in love for what to be a millionth time today. She never fails to take his breath away. “Not too early, I promise you. You should’ve done that sooner.”

“Well, I’m gonna do it now.”

Before she can add another word, John leans down to smash his lips against hers, his large hand finding its way on the small of her back to deepen the kiss that she can’t help but whimper into his mouth.

Fuck.

Her lips are so, so soft. John can still taste the lingering sweetness of the wine from earlier and being so close to her that her scent is shutting off his entire brain. If he won’t stop, he might just end up fucking her on the hood of his car until she can’t walk straight.

Their lips move in tandem and she’s following his head like she always does. Her small hands are gripping his leather jacket for support, so pliant and vulnerable, already trusting him enough to kiss him on their second date. 

This is a sudden shift in his universe, John knows he’s already won.

He’s the first to pull away and their lips are wet and connected with saliva. She’s flushed and out of breath like expected, John wants nothing more but to break her and make her his.

Oh wait, she already is.

“How was that?” John asks, voice deep.

“I wanna do it again.”

He chuckles, rubbing his thumb on her cheeks while she’s busy avoiding his eyes. “Let’s save it for next time.”

He’s gonna control himself.

“That next time better come by fast,” she threatens jokingly. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“Don’t talk like you’re not gonna see me for days, baby,” John whispers. “You know I won’t let you go that easily. You’re mine now.”

He doesn’t miss the way her pupils dilated and the way the clutch she has on his leather jackets becomes tighter. She’s already fallen deep into his trap, John wants to push his claws in even deeper.

“Say it again,” she mutters, leaning in against his warm large hand as she closes her eyes. “Say it again. Please.”

John smiles when she isn’t looking. He really won.

“You’re mine.”

*

That same night, 4 AM, John is back in his work clothes and arranging something in a dark room.

The stench of metallic blood hitting his nose, and he stands in the middle of the room to inhale that scent – god, does he truly miss it.

The sight of a man in front of him wakes something dangerous within John’s veins. Hands tied up behind the chair, head dropped forward, lifeless and cold. His lower stomach is open, guts hanging off the floor as the other half is used to gag him in the mouth. His eyes are missing, John took the liberty to take them out for staring at him too much, and he couldn’t be any more relieved when he did.

“What do you know?” John had asked as soon as the man woke up from his head concussion.

“Y-You!” The man had yelled, John didn’t bother finding out his name. “You fucking creep –”

John’s hands twitched beside him. He remained silent.

The man went on a rant about how he’d seen John around lurking outside the apartment complex and using the abandoned room on the fifth floor and that’s all John needed to know.

He didn’t need another pair of eyes to tell him what’s right and wrong. Winston is already enough.

The next morning, John receives a text from none other than his bambi. A picture of numerous police cars outside her apartment and an ambulance, and another picture of a dead body covered in white blanket getting pulled out of the building.

Bambi : there was an accident that happened near me, john :(( 

Bambi : the police said somebody was killed and i’m scared

Bambi : they said he was gutted alive 

John is smiling to himself when he types his response.

John : What kind of a sick person would do something like that?

He is not a sick person. He’s just in love.

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[steddieasitgoes]

It’s Mother’s Day 1973 and Steve’s mom isn’t home.

Instead of spending the day with her only son, she’s left to follow her husband on his latest business trip. Steve doesn’t remember where she’s going, just that she promised to bring him back a snow globe for his collection. The one that sits on the highest shelf the bookcase in his room — collecting dust.

He’s been pawned off to his nanny again. Poor Ms. Anderson who has put her own middle-aged life on hold to raise a kid whose not hers. Steve’s not stupid. He knows his parents pay her well to take care of him, but he still wishes she’d tell them off. At least, put up a fight, so she didn’t have to spend all her weekends with him.

Usually the duo stay cooped up in the Harrington’s House. Ms. Anderson will cook him a nice meal and they’ll spend the afternoon playing games or watching movies. She’ll fall asleep early in the movie and Steve will disappear to play with his toys or snoop through his parents things to try to figure out where they’ve gone this time.

Today’s different though.

It’s Mother’s Day, after all.

Today, Ms. Anderson has taken him to Roane Hill Cemetery. She lets him hold a massive bouquet of pink carnations as she gathers a picnic blanket and basket from the back of her car.

“What are we doing here?” Steve asks, struggling to keep pace with Ms. Andersons determined steps.

“Visiting my mom.”

“But isn’t she…” Steve doesn’t finish the sentence.

“Yeah,” she says, spreading out the blanket next to a small gravestone. “But just because someone’s gone doesn’t mean they’re out of our lives. Coming here makes me feel connected to her.”

Steve doesn’t understand that. 

How can Ms. Anderson feel connected to her dead mom if she can’t even look at her? He doesn’t even feel connected to his own mom when she’s in the same room as him.

Maybe it’s a girl thing, he thinks.

Steve sits down quietly, after that. Ms. Anderson clearly needs this visit and Steve’s not going to interfere with her plans. Not when said plans get him out of the house for the first time in a week. So he sits and listens to Ms. Anderson talk to the headstone. Watches as she digs out a small flower pot in the ground to place the flowers in.

It’s only when she ducks her head in a prayer that Steve decides to explore.

“Don’t go too far,” she warns. “And be mindful of others!”

The cemetery is full of older people. Some sit on blankets like Ms. Anderson with gorgeous flowers and picnic baskets full of food, ready to spend hours with their departed mothers. Others, stay for a few minutes. Set down flowers and tap headstones before ducking their heads while retreating to their cars.

There’s laughter and tears and Steve doesn’t know how to feel about all of it, except lonely.

He wishes there was someone his age around here.

Steve ventures deeper into the cemetery, where the trees are taller and fuller. Older, Steve thinks. It’s through a small clearing that he spots a boy about his age sitting in front of a headstone. An older man stands behind him, a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

He’s too far away to know for sure, but he’s pretty sure the boy is talking to the headstone. Head tilted forward, shoulders hiccuping up and down like the boy is crying. Steve wonders who he could be visiting. Certainly not his mom, right? He’s much too young to not have a mom — Steve should know.

He watches as the little boy leans forward and kisses the headstone and Steve realizes it must be.

Steve must make a sound, a gasp or a small cry because the boy and the older man’s head whip around in his direction. He’s still too far away to hear, but he can tell the man is telling the boy something. Whispering in his ear before nodding his head in Steve’s direction.

He should leave. Ms. Anderson is probably done with her prayer now and she’ll be worried if he’s not back soon, but he can’t leave. Not when he spots the little boy trudging through the tall grass towards him.

“Are you lost?” the boy asks.

Steve shakes his head.

“What are you doing all the way out here then?”

Steve shrugs. “Was that… were you talking to your mom?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, looking over his shoulder. “Uncle Wayne says it’s good to come talk to her ‘cause she gets lonely too. Are you here for your mom?”

“Oh no,” Steve says. “My mom is, well she’s not here but—”

“Do you want to help me?” Eddie asks, before Steve can finish it. “Wayne wants me to go find a yellow flower in the field over there. It’s so big I could use some help.”

“Sure!” Steve says, happy to finally have someone his age to talk to. “But why yellow?”

“It’s my mom’s favorite color!” Eddie smiles. “She said, she always felt like the sun was touching her when she wore it. It was her happy color.”

Years later, when Steve and Eddie have reconnected and they’re going through Steve’s closet to find items to donate, Eddie will ask Steve why he has so many yellow sweaters.

“It makes me feel like the sun, warm and happy,” Steve says, smiling softly. “I used to wrap myself in yellow whenever my parents left me home alone.”  

And it’s then and only then do the two of them realize they met long before they crossed paths in the halls of Hawkins High and even longer before portals to hell-like dimensions open.

[undertheopensky]

Catch Your Breath

Whumptober Day 30: “Not much longer…”

Characters: Legend, Sky

Trigger warnings: allergies, breathing difficulty, asthma, falling

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A lot of people, Sky reflects, thought of allergies as kind of funny. Lots of sneezing, watery eyes, even gastrointestinal misery is just funny. People looking foolish when their bodies betray them.

As he watches Legend struggle to breathe, he thinks those people are stupid.

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It’s not that they didn’t know Legend has an allergy.

Way back when, when the group as a group was new, and Wind asked what the white stuff Wild was adding to the stew was, they’d realised in short order the differences in their eras had real consequences. Sky and Wind can’t have any kind of dairy. Time has a nut allergy that he says was worse when he was a kid, but no one wants to risk it. Shellfish makes Four violently sick. And Legend?

Legend’s allergic to feathers.

“Okay, I know we promised not to make fun of each other for medical stuff, but feathers?” Warriors says. “That is hilarious. Are you pulling my leg?”

“Nope,” says Legend. He’s unbothered, more interested in arranging the contents of his bag to his liking. “When I visited my grandparent’s farm, I was always banned from the cucco coop and anything to do with the pigeons. Prob’ly not as bad as the Old Man’s nut allergy –” and he points a bizarrely carved little twig in Time’s direction that Sky suddenly desperately needs to see in detail – “but it’s something I’m supposed to tell the healers, so.”

“Yes, and thankyou, Legend, it’s important to know,” says Hyrule. The healer smacks Warriors when he goes to open his mouth again, and that’s pretty much the end of it.

After that, it just… doesn’t come up. The one time they visit the ranch and Legend accidentally ends up on cucco duty, he quietly switches out with Four. Otherwise, there’s just not much cause for the heroes to interact with feathered creatures. Though several of them have had experiences with marauding crows, the mischievous birds don’t really count as monsters. They’ve never come across any infected ones at least. (“Not that those bastards need to get any smarter,” Four grumbles with uncharacteristic acid in his tone.) In fact, none of the infected monster hordes they hunt down includes any feathery fiends, except as very occasional decoration. It never seems to bother him, and Legend never brings it up himself. It falls to the back of everyone’s minds.

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Sky’s carefully cleaning dark blood from Fi when he hears Wind groan in complaint. “What, already?”

He can’t help but agree. It’s been less than five minutes since the last stalfos fell; they’re still breathing hard, still patching up scrapes and bruises and the one arrow-slice from where Wild had not quite dodged in time. And they’re already being thrown through another portal?

At least it didn’t show up right as they were bedding down this time.

One by one, they head for the portal, Sky following at the tail end of the line. It’s not on purpose. He’s just feeling it, a bit, feeling the poor sleep from the night before (ha) and the heavy weight of the humidity. Actually the thought of leaving the humidity behind is what finally drives him to step through and let the dark nothingness of the portal suck him under.

It’s always an eerie feeling. Ghostly fingers trailing over exposed skin. The cold chill of the void, so dark it doesn’t matter whether your eyes are open or closed. The adrenaline rush of falling. Wind yanking at his hair, his clothes –

No, wait, there’s no wind in the void. He’s really falling.

Sky opens his eyes to a landscape of eye-searing white touched with blue and gold. It’s dizzying, it’s blinding, it’s familiar. For a moment all he can feel is the incandescent joy of coming home.

Then he remembers eight heroes with no loftwings to catch them, and his whistle is more than a little desperate.

Flashes of colour spread out below him, bright against the clouds; Sky starts marking a path in his head, who to catch first. Wars and Time and Hyrule and Twilight, all the people without gliding items. He prays the others can hold out long enough for him to come back for them. None of them are meant for true flight, but with so many already – can Crimson even take the weight? If it came down to it, who would he leave behind –

A loftwing’s cry breaks his train of thought, and the relief would knock him over if he was standing. Crimson’s diving for him, but a pair of Skyloft knights are diving alongside, aiming for his scattered friends. He doesn’t have to catch all of them.

Sky twists on himself to face the clouds; the wind is tearing at his hair, at his sailcloth, at his blurred and watering eyes. It’s freezing, he’s not wearing as many layers after Wild’s muggy jungles, but he doesn’t have time to change. All he really needs right now is his sailcloth, not to catch but to stabilise.

Crimson’s back rises to meet him. Sky hits the saddle with stinging force and scrambles to get into position; to see over Crimson’s head and tip him back down towards his still-falling brothers. Who’s closest, who’s –

There’s a flash of red that isn’t Crimson, as Legend wrestles with his Roc’s Cape and tries to keep it from tearing free. It’s not made for this kind of use, and – he’s close. If he spirals around – Four is lighter and his cape held him longer, and Crimson can snatch him out of the sky with his talons before it gives out, and then they’re dropping through the sky after Legend when the magic in his Cape falters and fails.

Four screams. Sky can’t spare the breath or the focus to reassure him – they’re drawing even with Legend, then easing underneath, then coming out of the dive in a smooth arc that intercepts Legend’s fall at the precise moment he crosses Sky’s saddle.

Before his momentum can drag him back into open air Sky snaps an arm around Legend’s waist, as ungiving as iron. Legend helps by clinging to Crimson’s saddle. Passenger secured, Sky quickly scans the air. The last scrap of colour has just been snatched up by a third Knight, and if he squints he thinks he counts out the six of them, all safely in someone’s charge. Everyone is safe. He didn’t lose any of them.

Adrenaline and panic-sweat cooling on his skin, Sky shivers. They’d gotten almost frighteningly close to the cloud layer – Sky’s a knight, he’s used to seeing it, never mind how often he’s deliberately dropped through it – so it takes a few heavy wingbeats for Crimson to steer their trajectory back upward. It’s slow going. It gives him time to sit back, to steady his breathing, to realise just how fast his heart was beating and let the grey haze at the edges of his vision fade away.

Legend coughs. Then coughs again.

Sky frowns. There’s a thin whistle to the vet’s breathing that the wind had disguised. “Legend, you okay?” he asks, just as the veteran doubles over into a real coughing fit.

He sounds awful. He hadn’t taken any real blows in the fight, he shouldn’t be struggling to breathe like this. Had he been hiding an illness? After the fit Hyrule threw the last time Wind pretended he didn’t have a cold the whole group had wordlessly decided to just let the healer have his way, and he’d thought Legend was on board with that.

It doesn’t – it doesn’t sound like he’s trying to bring something up, though it’s deep and in his chest. It sounds like he can’t get any air, almost like Sky when the thick air of the Surface gets overwhelming. Like his throat is closing over, wind whistling through narrower and narrower passages –

Sky realises all at once.

Not an injury, not an illness – Legend’s allergic to feathers, and he just crash-landed on a whole platform of them.

Sky scrambles to prop him up, though he suspects the damage is done. Legend leans back against him. His breathing is maybe a little easier with his chest open, coughs louder and further apart. When he sucks in air, it sounds like it’s screaming through metal pipes, high and thin. But he can breathe.

They level out. There’s an island in the distance that the overloaded knights are headed for, but it’s small and isolated, intended as a jumping point for people with loftwings to catch them. It’ll take time to explain the situation, that they don’t have loftwings and need lifts back to the mainland, and that’s time Legend may not have.

Sky leans forward, holding Legend to his chest, and tries to think.

They need the infirmary, they’ll be able to treat the breath attack – but then they need somewhere feather free for Legend to rest, and there’s nowhere on Skyloft that fits that description. Loftwings are everywhere. The infirmary’s even got special-built troughs for them when their riders are in there and they refuse to leave! Every building has windows Loftwings can open and at least stick their heads in, if not hop straight through, and every floor bears scratches from their talons.

Legend wheezes. His fingers dig painfully into Sky’s supporting arm.

Determination solidifies. That will have to wait.

Sky leans into the turn as Crimson changes headings. Goddess, he loves his loftwing – as soon as Sky realised what they needed Crimson was responding. It’s the loss of this kind of bond that’s so devastating to him, when he considers the disappearance of loftwings over the ages. That the others have never known having a partner who knows your every move.

Legend’s stopped coughing but his breathing’s worse: pained little wheezes as he struggles to breathe, shuddering with every inhale like it’s a fight – his face is red and his eyes are wet and Sky doesn’t know if it’s breathlessness or pain.

“Hang in there Legend, we’re nearly there,” he says.

When they make landfall Crimson hovers long enough to drop Four the short, safe distance to the thickly grassed area meant for such deposits, then they’re off again. Sky hears Four shout behind them. Realises belatedly that between the wind and his own terror Four likely didn’t know what was happening – but he’s safe where he is, and if someone else finds him they can help him regroup if the others don’t land in the same spot, and –

That’s a problem for later. Right now, he needs to save Legend’s life.

No sailcloth dives with a passenger. Crimson lands on the tiles right in front of the infirmary with a soft grunt, and Sky flashes gratitude at him as he throws himself off his back and runs.

“Aren,” he shouts as he shoulders the door open, “Aren, I need help!”

[hotgirlgraps]

protective hook 😫

plot is up to you, but maybe a guy friend gets a bit too comfy, and he gets jealous

if u wanna make it smut go ahead 🫣

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There’s two unspoken rules that anybody who knows Hook, undeniably is aware of.

You don’t fuck with him and you don’t even think about fucking with his girl.

Hook likes when people think that he won’t do anything if they try to break those rules, and he loves when they try to test that theory, even though it gets him into a lot of trouble more often than not.

There’s been three instances, but they all go the same exact way. Some guy thinks he can sweettalk you while your man isn’t around, and you either tell him about it after you cuss the dude out, or he catches it himself.

He likes the look on those guy’s faces when they feel like someone’s standing behind them, glaring them down. They all turn around and look like they’ve seen a ghost right before their very eyes each and every time, it never fails. It’s funny to him but he doesn’t crack a smile until they’re scrambling away.

But it’s a little different tonight, because the man with the audacity to throw his arm around you is a long-time friend of his, and a new friend of yours, apparently.

He assesses the situation from where he’s leaning against the turnbuckles. He’s surprised you two don’t feel his eyes burning a hole right through you, too caught up in a conversation from where you stood behind the barricades.

He clenches his jaw, his teeth aching from the tensions. It was only when the bell rang for his match that you and his so-called buddy decided to finally look up at him, catching the daggers he was shooting immediately.

That arm that was draped lazily around your shoulder dropped to the man’s side instantly, his eyes widening when he realized his misstep.

But by that point, your boyfriend didn’t care too much about the correction of his mistake. He shouldn’t have made it in the first place.

He made quick work of his opponent, effectively locking in the redrum in under two minutes when the match was originally supposed to be three and a half long. He didn’t care, because as soon as he saw his friend lean closer to tell you something with a certain look in his eye, Hook couldn’t be in that ring any longer.

His music hit and his poor opponent who had to be the victim of his aggression was pushed off to the side. He slid under the ropes and walked straight over to the two of you.

His friend, so he mistook him for, slapped a hand on hooks shoulder in a congratulatory manner and got stiff jabbed in the jaw half a second after that.

He crashed to the floor and the entire arena nearly went silent before they started to cheer again. They probably thought this was all apart of the act but you knew it wasn’t.

One look at you with those devilishly dark eyes was all you got before he hopped over the barricade and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you through the swarm of fans until you got pushed back against a wall somewhere backstage.

“Tyler I-“

“You knew better.” Was all he said in a deep, sharp tone. You had no time to respond before you felt his hands firmly grip your hips, his chest heaving as heavy breaths lingered over your cheeks.

“What?” He asks, putting on a tone of fake innocence when he notices the perplexed look on your face. “You think he didn’t deserve to get knocked out?” As if he was reading your mind.

“He wasn’t trying to do anything. You know I always shut that shit down anytime anyone does.” You argued back, taking note of the way his lips pulled to the side in a smirk that had no reason to be there.

“Not that time.” He says as his grip on your hips tighten. “I watched you, and I watched him. I’ve known him since I was a kid. I know the way he does things. He knew better just like you did.”

“It wasn’t anything like that.”

“It shouldn’t have been anything at all.” He snaps back. You were pinned by his body pressing into yours and the cold wall against your back. He tilted his head to the side and made a mental note that you may have actually been as unsuspecting as you claim.

“I think you should’ve at least-“

“I think you should stop talking and get on your knees.” He cuts you off, his tone all too non suggestive. You should’ve known that was coming. Tyler can’t help himself. He gets so worked up when anyone tries anything with you and for some reason, the way he’s wired, all he ever wants to do is fuck you senseless before the adrenaline wears off.

He takes a step back to give you room, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of his shorts as he waits for you to lower yourself like he told you to. And like always, even though you may act like you’re annoyed or frustrated with him, the first thing you feel when he demands something like that is nothing short of pure need.

Your knees land on the floor with eyes trained on him. He slides the front of the shorts down a bit to free his hardened cock and notices the way your eyes widened at how he didn’t need any warming up to do the job.

He held it by the shaft and tapped the tip against your bottom lip three times leaving the taste of salt on your tongue when you swiped it over.

“Try to argue with me with my dick shoved down your throat.” He groaned before he pushed past your lips, effectively knocking the back of your throat with a force that made you gag around him.

His head tipped back when he felt the walls of your throat contract around his cock, letting a shuddered huff come out from his chest.

You started sliding your lips up and down his length but he quickly stopped you when you heard him say, “Give me your hands”

Next thing you knew, your hands were pinned by his against the wall while he mercilessly fucked your throat.

You stayed still and let him do whatever he wanted, and he did. His hips snapped forward and back so roughly, knocking that reflex every single time but since this is something you two have done so much before, it wasn’t that hard to keep yourself controlled.

He peered down at you, his hair fluttering against his forehead, sticking slightly by the sweat he was working up. His lips were agape, puffy and red from the way he previously bit down on them so much in the ring, and he has you and the dude probably still laying on the floor behind the barricade to thank for that.

His hands gripped your wrists tighter as he thrusted even faster, aiming to hear the choking sounds you wouldn’t be able to contain.

You tried, but there was no use.

Tears that formed in the corners of your eyes found their way down your cheeks and you couldn’t wipe them off, but it didn’t matter anyway.

He let a low grunt and a couple curses pass through his lips when his head fell back again, his hips stuttering as he twitched twice against your tongue.

He had just enough strength to look back down at you just as his juices were shooting down your throat. Always his favorite part when the two of you do this. He loves it. Can’t ever get enough.

You swallowed twice as you drained every drop from him, watching with pride as beads of sweat slipped down his torso. He drew his bottom lip in underneath his teeth as he felt himself emptying completely and let a low groan reverberate from his chest when he watched you lick your own lips and the single beads of his serum off of them.

You rose to your feet and stood there in front of him with put on doe eyes because you knew that spat you had earlier was laid to rest now that he’s let all that aggression out on your throat.

A smirk slid across your lips when you watched his chest rapidly rise and fall, coupled with the dust of pink on his cheeks and the low, suddenly sleepy eyes.

“You done arguing with me now?” You asked him with a prideful beam, but he narrowed his eyes and shook his head, letting a cocky smirk play up his lips before he said, “You tryna get this dick shoved down your throat again?”

“What if I am?” Your brows raised to the challenge and he mirrored you perfectly, finding amusement in your boldness.

He stepped forward holding that coy, slick smirk to his face. You felt his hand against your lower back but refused to shy from his intense gaze.

“That smart mouth keeps getting you in trouble, baby. Just wait til we get out of here. Ima fix that attitude for you.”

[mechformers]

Ma Miles - Ch. 7

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“You are gentle with him,” You smile up at the demon as he looks down at you from where he has come to a stop beside you. 

“You say that as if you’re surprised, sweetcheeks,” He smirks back, crossing his arms over his chest. 

It’s been a little over two months since you surrendered to the sky people in search of your son. The man standing beside you the very demon you had heard about, yet, not. Every now and then, the cruel man you knew him to be shone through, but when he was with his unit, with your son and you - learning the Na’vi way - he became someone else. Someone genuine. The sign Eywa had shown you all those weeks ago still burned brightly in your mind every time he tried your patience, reminding you that the Great Mother had let this happen for a reason. 

“I am,” You reply honestly, holding his eyes when he looks into yours. 

Nodding thoughtfully, the demon uncrosses his arms, letting them hang by his side as he watches his unit try to follow Spider’s directions on how to ground hermit bud seeds into flour. You’ve been observing them all day, letting them show you what they’ve learned. You’re not surprised when they remember most of what Spider and you taught them, yet a form of pride blossoms inside of you. Looking up at the demon, you can see the same pride reflected on his own face. 

“Hey, old man!” Spider shouts from where he sits with his roller stone, “You’re losing this competition,”

The grin on your son’s face as he teases his - as he teases the demon is blinding. He’s been so happy the past few months, the insecurity he felt over not being Na’vi born, all but melting away as he helped teach the unit how to do the simplest of things. Spider laughed more, smiled more, took charge of teaching and protection without you saying anything. With his new confidence, you let him grow, only gently guiding him from the background whenever he would look back at you for help. 

“Over my dead body, kid,” The demon growls playfully before stomping over to his clumpy, roughly grounded flour. 

The last few weeks, the two of them had teased each other constantly, challenging each other in ridiculous games fit for children. They had both built a bond you wished you would have been able to give Spider from the beginning. Even though you knew that your son lacked nothing in his life, to see him interact with his… Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh. When you open them again, the demon looks at you with something aching to genuine worry for you. Smiling at him, you shake your head, halting him on his way up from where he was sitting. 

Turning, you walk around the small makeshift classroom you’ve created over the past few weeks. It’s close to the small waterfall and a spreading of different fruit trees, as well as far off the path where the predators hunt. Above you, you can hear Hawnu calling for you. Your poor Ikran hasn’t left your side since you surrendered yourself, always sticking close by, yet out of sight whenever you were not close. Looking back at the others, you ensure that they’re busy before walking closer to a big enough clearing in the woods. Yipping back at Hawnu, you call to let him know it’s safe to land. It doesn’t take long before his big wings flap over your head and then, he’s finally standing before you once more. Smiling brightly up at him, you put your forehead to his when he bends down, greeting him warmly as you close your eyes. 

“I can’t take you flying, Hawnu,” You start, wrapping your arms around his head. 

Flapping his wings, he chirps at you and you immediately chuckle at him. Stepping back, you make tsaheylu with him. Immediately, you’re flooded with worry and loneliness. It breaks your heart that you’ve allowed him to feel this lonely, so far from his rookery and all that he knows. You’re conveying your regret the best you can, trying to explain to him what kind of situation you’re in when suddenly fear courses through your connection, and Hawnu shrieks, his wings widening threateningly. Turning around, you see the demon standing behind you, eyes wide and his lips parted. 

“Don’t hurt him,” You growl at the demon, standing before Hawnu protectively. 

“I won’t,” The demon replies immediately, his eyes meeting yours as he lifts his hands again. “Haw-nu, right?”

His pronunciation of Hawnu’s name is horrible and you’re unable to hide your nose wrinkling in distaste. Immediately, you feel bad. It’s not his fault for finding the Na’vi language difficult. He’s been learning for two months, and even after years, you still struggle with the English language. Sighing deeply, you reach your hand out for him to take. His surprise is as obvious as yours, but still, he moves forward almost immediately, slowly walking toward you.

“Eyes on me only,” You tell him when his eyes keep flickering from you to Hawnu and back again, making Hawnu breathe anxiously behind you. 

“Yes, ma’am,” He whispers, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as he meets your eyes. 

“Good,” You praise him as he comes within reach, his huge hand hovering above yours for only a few moments before he too gently lays it in yours.

Wrapping your fingers around his warm hand, you gently pull him closer and closer until he’s standing right before you. Hawnu snorts loudly, making the demon lift his head with uncertainty. With your free hand, you gently cup his face, slowly bending his head down until his sharp yellow eyes meet yours again. 

“Breathe,” You whisper, smiling up at him as you can feel his anxiousness through his clenched jaw. 

It takes too long for his pulse to calm down, however. The demon’s curiosity is so evident in his entire being, but he has respect for the Ikran, as he should. Holding eye contact, you bring your joint hand to your chest, taking a deep breath before slowly letting it out again. At first, the demon doesn’t understand. His eyes are wide, his breathing heavy as his jaw clenches harder, swallowing rapidly. You just keep breathing for him until finally, the demon matches his breaths to yours. Taking deep breaths, he slowly lets them out again until his body relaxes.

“He is Hawnu,” You eventually take the hand that rested on your chest and reach it out to hang in the air before Hawnu, waiting for him to step forward. 

It doesn’t take long at all. Through your connection, Hawnu already knows that the demon is more afraid of him than he is of the demon. With a huffed snort, Hawnu steps forward, pushing his muzzle against the demon’s open hand. A strained, huffed laugh comes from him as you watch their interaction closely. The demon is so fascinated, so excited in a way you haven’t seen since the very first time he laid eyes on Hawnu from the helicopter. 

“He’s gorgeous,” The demon drawls, his hand still placed on Hawnu’s muzzle, your Ikran enjoying the contact as he chirps happily. 

“Do you want to ride him?” You don’t know how the words found themselves in your mouth, don’t know if they’re your words or if it’s Hawnu’s wish, but the second you’ve asked the question, the two of them perk up. 

“I’d very much like that, ma’am” The demon’s ears point up with excitement as the corners of his lips lift hopefully. 

“Let your unit know so they do not hurt him,” You smile up at him, watching as his brows furrow immediately. 

“Iron sky, blue one actual,” The demon says, pressing the band around his neck. A second later, a voice replies in his earpiece, “I’m taking a banshee flying. Hold your fire,”

“Lyle,” He says a moment later, waiting for a reply. “Gonna take a ride on Haw-nu,”

Turning back to face you, his ears slowly turning up toward you again, his entire body apprehensive as he waits for you to guide him. Stepping up onto Hawnu’s back, you reach a hand out for the demon to take, helping him balance as he clumsily gets on behind you. Taking his arms, you wrap them around your waist before looking back at him with a grin. 

“Hold on tight,” You say just before Hawnu raises his huge wings, pushing you forcefully from the ground. 

The demon tightens his hold on you, plastering himself to your back, but all you care about is feeling the air blowing through your hair, feeling its pressure on your skin as Hawnu flies faster, his wings flapping loudly as his powerful thrusts shoot you through the air rapidly. You can’t help the happy calls from leaving your lips as you let go of Hawnu’s handle, spreading your arms in the wind. 

“Have you lost your goddamn mind, woman?” The demon shouts frantically over the noise of the wind, leaning forward to reach the handle you just let go of. 

“Relax your body,” You turn your head to look at him, his wide scared eyes making something bubble inside of you. Holding onto his arm still tightly wound around your waist, you grin at him. “Close our eyes and feel Eywa move through your body,”

Leaning your head back, you close your own eyes before letting go of the demon’s arm. To your surprise, he slowly lets go of the handle, his hand snapping back to hold onto your waist for a long while before shakily letting go of you. It’s touch and go for a long while before finally, you can feel the heat of his body behind you, his long arms outstretched as he huffs a chuckle of pride, his wide chest expanding against your back. 

Opening your eyes, you turn your back to look at him. The sunlight bathes him in a warm glow as Hawnu soars over the treetops, taking you further and further away from that wretched gray hole. He almost looked beautiful where he sat, arms outstretched, lips forming a sort of happy smile as he felt Hawnu’s movements and the wind against his body. Reaching out, you put a hand on his knee, watching as the demon’s eyes snap open before he loses balance. Grabbing onto you once more, he has you bent over as his long hand wraps firmly around Hawnu’s handle. 

“We must turn back,” You tell him, noting how his eyebrows furrow. “Eclipse is coming,”

The demon gives you a court nod, but he doesn’t let go of Hawnu’s handle or your waist. As you near the place you left from, you feel a kind of sadness overcome you. Hawnu slows his speed, prolonging the landing for as long as he can, but you know that you have to land if you were to reach Spider in time for the eclipse. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him to take care of himself during the darkness but with the unit around him, bad things could happen if they panicked. Calling to Spider, you hear him reply from below the treetops. 

“Hold tight and lean back,” You turn your head to shout at the demon, crashing into his cheek. 

He nods at you although his face grows darker. You let hawnu know that he can land, asking him to be kind. You’re not surprised when Hawnu delivers his softest landing since Spider was a baby. Still, the demon all but folds you in two as his massive body collapses over yours when Hawnu’s movements come to a stop.

“Mom!” Spider comes rushing through the forest, the unit tightly behind him as they holler at their leader. “Hey, Hawnu,”

Spider runs right up to Hawnu, your Ikran greeting him with a series of chirps, pushing his massive face into Spider’s body, immediately receiving the cuddles he’s searching for. 

“So… Joined the mile-high club, boss?” Lyle smirks, the unit snickering behind him. 

“Shut your piehole, Corporal,” The demon growls as he finally leans back up, sliding off of Hawnu and landing with shaky legs. 

“Yes, Sir,” Lyle straightens, lifting his arm as he puts his hand on his forehead. 

Zoning them out, you lean back up. Taking a moment to pet Hawnu’s neck, you note how his happiness floods through your tsaheylu.  With a wide grin on your face, you silently thank him for letting you fly with the demon, thanking him for holding his no doubt heavy weight. 

“Let me help you down, darling,” The demon steps up to Hawnu, lifting his hand for you to take. 

Staring at it, you don’t know what this means for sky people, but to the Na’vi, this was a part of a courting ritual. Deciding that the demon doesn’t know, you take his offered hand before gently breaking tsaheylu with Hawnu. Turning, you gracefully slide off of his back, intending to land on your feet. Instead, the demon takes hold of your waist, gently lowering you to the ground. 

“Careful, sweetcheeks,” He winks before letting you go, turning back to his unit. “Alright, I reckon we’ll get some more training in before heading back.”

The unit hollers happily, smiles widening as they talk among themselves. They’re so obviously waiting for something and as you turn from Hawnu, you can see their eyes turned onto him, admiring his strong beauty. Of course, they want to ride him too, but right now, the eclipse is nearing and they need to be prepared to use their senses to navigate Pandora at night. 

“Maybe after Eclipse,” You offer them, their smiles only brightening as they bump their fists together. 

Huffing a chuckle to yourself you feel a form of fondness spread through you. They were like a group of teenagers at times, some more than others. Still, you couldn’t help but feel something for the tightly knit unit. Looking up, you see sharp yellow eyes staring back at you. The demon is wearing an expression you don’t recognize, his features soft, yet proud. Ruffling Spider’s hair, you head to the forest, hearing Hawnu lift off from the ground only seconds after Spider joins your side. 

With each passing day, the unit got a better handle on the things you taught them. Their jumping skills had improved enough that they always took the easier way down whenever the Samson dropped you off in the forest for a new day. Out of all of them, the demon had surprised you the most. Even though he still struggled with the Na’vi language, he took to everything else faster than any of the others. He asked questions, allowed himself room for error, never giving up on the task at hand, before trying again. You had come to think of him as a highly intelligent man, one who could have become someone great in another life. 

“Here,” The demon steps up to you, giving you four banshee of paradise seeds. 

Looking up at him with shock, you put the seeds aside as you step up to him, frantically patting him down, looking for any wounds but finding none. 

“Although I appreciate a pretty lady patting me down, I didn’t get caught,” The demon grins, his face all but dripping with pride as he sucks up your reaction. 

“How?” You gawk up at him, watching as he puts his large hands on his hips, a source of comfort to him. 

“Guess we got a pretty good teacher, sweetcheeks,” He drawls before reaching over to the seeds you dropped. Taking one, he lifts it to his mouth, chewing into it. Immediately, you can see his eyes widening at the taste, his gaze finding yours as he chews and swallows. 

Sitting down again, you look up at him, while he happily eats the seed, in disbelief. Of course, you knew that they took to things quickly, but to avoid the poisonous danger of a banshee of paradise. Most Na’vi trained for years to be able to avoid them, and here he was, with only a few hours of lecture, having watched you get to the seeds a handful of times, before going out on his own to get the seeds for you. 

There’s a heavy puff beside you and as you turn your head, you can see the demon having sat down beside you, the rest of the seeds in his hand. He looks at you hopefully, his big palm open as he offers you the seeds. 

“Awaiei, right?” He pronounces it perfectly and he knows it, the smug smile on his face not at all charming. 

“I think you are ready to become Ikran Makto,” You tell him, your voice filled with awe and bewilderment, yet pride over what they have achieved. 

“Well, I’ll be damned, sweetheart,” The smile on his face is almost unnerving where you sit, looking up at him. 

He looks every part the predator that he is, but when you take one of the offered seeds from his hand, hungrily digging into it, it changes into something else. Glancing at him sideways while you eat, he looks pleased, immediately offering you a new seed once you finished your first. By the time the Samson comes around to pick you up again, you’re full and content for what feels like the first time in years. 

Getting to his feet, Quaritch offers you his hand, his tail flicking wildly until you take it and let him help you up. He doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re beside Spider, only then does he turn his back to you. Walking toward his unit, you notice that the large hand that had been holding yours flexed once by his side before relaxing again. Your heart skips a beat when over his shoulder, sharp eyes meet yours. But just like a dream, it is gone in a moment, leaving the faintest of touches behind. 

“Come on, Mom,” Spider pulls your hand, the one still touched by heat from a hand much larger. 

You let yourself be pulled along by your son, getting to the pickup place just as the Samson comes to a stop above you. Spider gets onto your back, like every other day for the past few weeks, but this time around, something feels different when Quaritch lifts you up to wrap your legs around his waist. His touch feels like a brand around you and as the Samson turns back to the base once more, the feeling of his arm around you doesn’t leave. 

It’s still there, your companion through the night, as you lay awake. You needed to focus, needed to remember why you were here. With a new resolve, you joined your son in your nest, smiling gently at the way he softly snored, the days filled with so much excitement he always seemed to fall asleep the second his head hit the nest. Brushing a strand of his hair from his face, you lean forward, kissing his forehead. You would get him out of here, safe and sound.

Chapter 6 | Masterpost | Chapter 8

[diazsdimples]

James' Fic Master List

(In order of favourites)

Play me like a fiddle (Explicit, 34k | Buddie)

Eddie plays the French Horn for the Los Angeles Philharmonic and is told about the wonderful new cello soloist playing with them for this concert. He sounds like a pretentious asshole and Eddie vows not to like him. In walks Evan Buckley, cellist from New York and soloist for this concert. Eddie quickly realises he's in trouble as the man immediately casts a spell on him, turning Eddie into a blushing mess. Can he put aside his feelings for Buck long enough to remain a professional and get through this week without making any poor decisions? (Spoiler Alert: he cannot)

In a drought I'll give you water (Explicit, 8.2k | Buddie)

Eddie’s hanging out the washing when he notices it. Just for the record, it’s not like he regularly inspects Buck’s underwear, thank you very much, but he’d felt something tacky on the inside of the flimsy fabric when he’d been about to peg it up, and had investigated like any sane person would do. Eddie’s initial thought is “fucking washing machine, can’t even wash out the laundry powder”, mostly because there’s a white residue under where his thumb was placed moments earlier and there’s been occasions when their black shirts have had clumps of laundry powder still on them despite the tossing about they’ve received in the washer. Or: Eddie finds come on Buck's underwear and panics

You've got me whipped (Explicit, 10k | Buddie)

“Make me,” Buck whispers, and although the words might sound like a challenge, Eddie can so clearly hear what Buck isn’t saying. The implicit make me, because I can’t make myself, and then, Eddie gets it. Buck needs him to be in control right now, to make Buck surrender himself to Eddie’s mercy so Buck doesn’t have to do anything, to feel anything more than he already is. Eddie reaches out a hand and runs it up Buck’s jaw, noting with satisfaction the way Buck shudders and leans into his touch. He traces his fingertips over Buck’s cheekbones, runs the pad of his thumb over Buck’s birthmark, before bringing his hand to rest in Buck’s blond curls. He curls his fist, pulling lightly on the strands of hair that slip between his fingers, then leans forward so his lips are brushing Buck’s ear as he exerts a minute amount of pressure to the top of Buck’s head. “I said,” he whispers into Buck’s ear, “on your knees.” OR Buck has a bad call and acts out afterwards in front of their colleagues, and Eddie punishes him when they get home.

For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) (General, 10.6k | Buddie)

“Hey Buck! Are you doing anything today?” Christopher’s voice is a little tinny through his phone’s speaker, cracking a little. Buck hums, pretending to think. “Hmmmm, my diary looks pretty booked. Says right here that I’ve got to watch three episodes of crappy reality tv and then eat loads of fried chicken. I’m swamped.” “Buck,” Christopher says flatly and Buck laughs, loud and ringing through the loft. “I’m only kidding. What’s up, kid?” “The baby hippo has finally born at the zoo and we have to go see her! Can you come over today, please?” OR Buck, Eddie and Christopher go to the zoo to see the baby hippo and Eddie gets all up in his feels about it.

Buck's Baby (By Accident) (General, 119k | Buddie)

Buck's life is turned upside down when a newborn baby is placed on his doorstep, with allegations that it is his child. Buck quickly steps into his new role of "dad", with the help from his family and friends. Follow Buck, Aidan, Eddie and Christopher as they navigate new babies, blossoming relationships, illnesses, injuries and making their own little family.

Sweet child of mine (General, 3.4k | Bucktommy)

Buck and Tommy bring their daughter home from the hospital and enjoy their first few hours alone with a newborn baby.

Kilty Pleasures (Explicit, 8k | Buddie)

“What the hell are these?” Eddie asks with a quirked eyebrow, poking suspiciously at the tartan with his forefinger. Buck flops himself into the chair beside Eddie and steals a sip from his coffee cup. “Kilts!” he says with a grin and he drags one off the table and holds it up to show Eddie. It’s long, and dark, and made out of what looks suspiciously like faux leather, and almost certainly purchased from a sex shop. “I thought we could wear them to the festival tomorrow!” If Buck had a tail, it would be wagging so hard right now. Or, Buck and Eddie discover they have kilt kinks.

With you I'm home (Teen, 20k | Buddie) WIP

Buck and Eddie have settled into their life with 2-year-old Aidan and 13 (nearly 14) year old Christopher. They've been married for a new months and family life is good. Aidan seems determined to send his dads to an early grave, being described by a friend as "Buck on steroids" and Christopher is beginning to display the typical characteristics of a sullen teenager, much to Eddie's distress. Buck and Eddie are starting to think about adding another little member to their family but struggle to think of an appropriate egg donor or surrogate. Trying for a baby always seemed so much easier in theory! This is the sequel to "Buck's Baby (By Accident)"

Fucking Finally (Finally Fucking) (Explicit, 3.9k | Buddie)

“God you look so hot” Eddie growled as he took in Buck’s appearance, his hair messy from Eddie’s hands, his hips swollen from the force of their kiss and the bulge in his pants as plain as day as his erection strained against the fabric. Buck’s eyes raked up and down Eddie, finding his boyfriend in a similar state of arousal. “Not too bad yourself, Mr. Diaz” he smirked, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s waist and pulling them together once again, capturing him in another brain-melting kiss. They were interrupted by the comical “ding” of the elevator as it reached their floor and Eddie wasted no time pulling Buck out, dragging him down the hallway to their room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Buck and Eddie stay at a hotel after their first date and finally get some time to themselves without crying kids

Burning with Need (Explicit, 3.8k | Buddie)

“Buck, what is going on?” he asked, sitting upright. “You’re fidgeting so much”. Buck looked up quickly, peering at Eddie through one open eye. “Nothing, nothing I’m fine” he replied, his cheeks flushing slightly. “That’s a lie and we both know it” Eddie rolled his eyes and reached over to prod the skin where Buck’s hand had been resting, eliciting a hiss from the younger man. “Okay, fine, I’m busting. I gotta pee so bad”. Buck’s words ignited a fire inside Eddie that he’d almost forgotten about. Or, Eddie remembers he has a piss kink and Buck's desperation on a hike is a test of his control

In sickness and in health (but mostly in sickness) (General, 3.7k | Buddie)

Eddie wakes up with a bad case of the flu and Buck is there to nurse him back to health. Buck realises he might be falling for Eddie.

Your Hands on My Body (Explicit, 1.9k | Evan Buckley)

Buck finds himself jerking off in the shower after having a dream about Eddie. The worst part is, it's Eddie's shower he's jerking off in and Eddie isn't even in it. Or Buck is desperately in love with Eddie and doesn't know how to tell him.

First Words (General, 2k | Buddie)

Buck and Eddie's 10 month old daughter says her first words. Her dads are over the moon. Cue domestic fluff

[amateurasterism]

Hey do you still take requests? Because i was reading your work and god you are mind-blowing!So I've been thinking about this so long and i couldn't find much on this topic so i thought that maybe Junhui/Jeonghan as dad??!! No cuz seriously that will be soo damn cute! And again your work is amazing!

omg tysm you’re so sweet!! i lovee this request. sorry for the delay ap exams are a pain lmfao

dad headcanons —y.jh + w.jh

yoon jeonghan.

— not a single doubt this man is a girl dad. have you seen him

— his daughter is a carbon copy of him too. together they’re…a nightmare, to say the least

— you are foolish to think you’re safe from yoon jeonghan’s infamous shenanigans after giving birth to his child. in fact, you start to think they’ve escalated now that jeonghan has acquired his best partner in crime

— this tiktok absolutely happened

“oh no.”

after being married to him, you already know it’s bad when jeonghan opens the door with that certain cheeky smile. he’s wearing it now as he greets you home from work, so you ignore his words and brace yourself as you scan the house of which room happened to be the victim this time.

you realize upon seeing your daughter drenched in flour that it was the poor kitchen. the counters and cabinets now a white snowy wonderland, freckled with the all-too familiar shape of your husband and daughter’s hands.

you can’t find anything to say, watching deadpanned as your husband smiles and picks up your daughter, who is smiling at you with the same smile as her dad. she waves her flour-covered hands to try to get you closer.

“yoon jeonghan.”

“our daughter is so clumsy, i wonder what happened,” he jokes, walking towards you to fulfill your daughter’s wishes of smothering you in a hug.

you try to back off before the flour can reach you, but suddenly jeonghan’s hand is twining around your waist and pulling you to his side. in the same moment, your daughter traps you and jeonghan in a hug, drenching you all in flour.

you open your mouth to scold them both, but the words melt and reform as hearty laughter. how could you not, when jeonghan kisses the flour off the tip of your nose and your daughter is bubbling with giggles?

— the type of dad to make tell you not to be worried when your daughter goes to school for the first time but you see damn well how he’s holding in tears as he sits on the couch, eyes focused on the painfully lonely toys on the living room rug and the irking silence of the house. all he can think about is how incomplete he feels without his daughter, his ray of light, beside him

— never outwardly mentions it but he has every trait your daughter inherited from you memorized

“babe, i can’t find our daughter. there are so many kids!”

your husband spares you a quick glance in which you catch that all-knowing smirk plastered on his lips. “she’s right there.” he waves to a girl in the sea of children, and sure enough your daughter comes running into his arms.

“how did you see her so easily?”

“easy. she has the same mole on her temple and tilts her head when she’s lost, like you.”

— sometimes too lazy to get up from bed so on weekends you’ll find him and your baby still passed out in bed in the middle of the day. jeonghan’s limbs are scrambled in the sheets in outrageous angles, your daughter is sprawled similarly over his stomach, pacifier abandoned and allowing drool to touch jeonghan’s shirt. the window allows their bodies to bask in pure sunlight, matching the innocent smiles on their slumbering faces, their identical snores synced and echoing through the house.

— the moment your daughter made her first sound, jeonghan was all over her spamming the word “daddy.” made it a competition between you and him on if she would say “mommy” or “daddy” first and betted on the loser having to pay for a fancy dinner date even though he ended up paying regardless of the winner because he’s a simp duh. he was so determined to win to the point you were wishing she would say “daddy” already before you would go insane you swear the word was even echoing in your sleep

“da-ddy. da-ddy.” jeonghan repeats to your daughter, only to be met with her clueless stare, not a single thought behind those widened eyes.

“like me. da-ddy.”

“da…” your daughter trails off, more focused on her toys than her father’s antics.

“yes! da-ddy.”

“love, please shut up,” you mutter from the couch irritatedly. at first it was cute, but you’re starting to go crazy after hearing it for an hour straight.

“i’m about to make her say daddy!”

you roll your eyes in annoyance, though your lips betray you with the way they turn upwards in a smile at the sight of your husband sat cross-legged beside your toddler, staring at her with the most loving look as they play.

“daddy!” your daughter exclaims suddenly.

jeonghan cheers and tosses her in his arms, holding her high up and peppering kisses on her face. “yes!” he turns to your smiling face, “i win!”

but with the look on jeonghan’s face, you can’t find yourself to be mad about the bet at all.

“say it again!”

— feeds her a bit of junk food when you can’t see

— secretly overprotective. on the outside, he’s a pretty laid back dad but the moment he senses something off with his daughter, it’s over

— the type of dad to say “no boyfriends until you’re 20” HAHAH but doesn’t really mean it

— overall such a playful, laid back, caring dad who causes more mischief with his child than you signed up for. but really, you couldn’t ask for anything more

wen junhui.

— boy dad. case closed

— no bc he’d be such a sweet dad are you kidding

— i feel like he’d try making homemade baby-food when he doesn’t have any thing else to do

what is that smell? is the first thing you think when opening the door of your house after work.

your nose leads you straight to the kitchen, and low and behold is jun, surrounded by various chopped vegetables and stirring a small boiling pot.

“what’s this new recipe?” you ask, sliding your arms through his and leaning your head into the crook of his neck.

“oh! hi, love! you scared me,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head and pausing his stirring for a moment to rub your arms. “it’s homemade baby food. i thought i’d try it for fun.”

you smile into his skin and press a few chaste kisses there. “i remember you cooking a meal for me the first time i came over. it was one you made yourself and you were really proud of it so i never told you i thought it was too spicy.”

jun’s ears flush red. “stop trying to make me feel bad by reminding me!”

you laugh tenderly and kiss his lips. “would never. you know i love your cooking, and i’m sure our son will too.”

— really good at keeping a happy expression on for your son but inside is a whole other story. inside, he’s flooding with tears because his son is already walking through the gates of preschool when he swears just the other day he was glued to you and your son on the living room couch mere days after coming home from the hospital

— he’s always gotten you “just because” flowers so now what you have a son, he’ll come home from father-son days with a bouquet they both picked out

— always up to do whatever his son wants to do no matter what. finger painting? the paint is ready to go

— lovesss playing/teaching his son old games from his childhood. sometimes you’ll come home to see them in the backyard, running back and forth in a game of red light green light, jun’s favorite

“i’m home!” you shout upon opening the front door, expecting you son to come running into your arms with jun wrapping you all in a family hug as usual, but no response.

you presumed they were playing a hide-and-seek game with you, yet even after searching the whole house, they’re still missing. odd.

the one last place you haven’t checked if the backyard. sure enough, there is your husband, eyes shut and faded away from your son who is currently frozen in mid-run.

“red light!” jun turns around, expecting to catch his son moving, but instead is met by your face inches from his. “welcome home, love—”

interrupting, you kiss his lips which are parted from surprise. when you pull away, jun finds himself a bit carried away from the game, only remembering when your son pulls his attention back from the taste of your mixed berry chapstick.

“ewwww!! mommy and daddy are kissing!” the child yells in disgust, running away and forgetting his role of staying still in the game.

jun presses another slow kiss to your lips before chasing his son into a tackle on the living room carpet. “hey! come back! you moved while i turned around, you lost!”

— there’s a painting of the first park you went to as a family in the living room that jun painted with the help of your son (meaning it has a couple smears from his tiny fingers trying to help his dad out)

— often you’ll wake up in the morning without jun’s body beside yours, only to find him knocked out, cuddled beside your son in his bed with an abandoned book he’d been reading to him last night

— you know those random games toddlers have downloaded on their ipads? yeah, jun is addicted to those

“dinner’s ready!”

“we’ll be there!” jun replies from the living room, followed by the sounds of frantic tapping on a screen.

“daddy, you suck at this game!” his son laughs heartily, watching him struggle to beat the current level of this game.

jun ignores the rude comment and watches as his character falls again. his son grabs the ipad and finishes it with ease only to look back up at his gaping dad.

“how did you do that so easily?! you’re only four!” jun teases, attacking his son in tickles. just before he can reach his most ticklish spot, your voice is heard from the kitchen.

“i said dinner was ready five minutes ago! the food is cold!”

“coming!”

— tries to help your son with homework but is struggling just as bad. you’ve scolded them multiple times for finding disregarded math papers on the dining table and them watching tv on the couch

— he is constantly carrying her. everywhere. especially piggy-back rides, those are their favorite

— overall the sweetest dad ever, does everything he can to be the best dad and the work shows. junhui best man ever

[safety-writes-noms]

Ohohohhoho now that you bring it up, I can definitely see Mark just. Agonizing over the fact that he wants to eat people every now and then. Hmmm how would you think his first time nomming someone would go?

he would be half convinced he's a psychopath or something. like... who thinks about eating their loved ones?? swallowing them whole too like omg?? clearly someone who's not sane. the impulses have gotten worse and worse as he's grown through the years and now it feels like a constant thorn in his side. that never ending hunger burning through his body that no amount of food can possibly sate. it doesn't even want food -- just people and that's gonna freak him out soooo bad.

obviously he can’t really talk about it to anyone just in case they think he’s utterly batshit insane so he’s slowly winding himself up while the urges keep getting more and more intense. He figures that it’s a viltrumite thing since eating people alive is very very very frowned upon in human culture. So, when he sees his dad again (with the ep where they find that Nolan’s banged a bug and made another kid) it’s one of the first things he asks about before they get the snot beaten out of them by the other viltrumites. His dad’s answer? Nolan has no idea what Mark is talking about whatsoever.

so its a mark thing. Alright. Cool. Awesome. Totally won’t send him into an emotional crisis spiral but whatever. He gets home. Hands off his new little brother to his mom and flies off to clear his head.

he runs into a crazy dude while patrolling. the guy's clearly off his goddamn rocker with a massive futurized looking gun. Mark pulls himself together before going down there before this dude can shoot anyone. does the quip thing, the whole schtick.

In the process however, he gets hit and finds himself way bigger than he's supposed to be. Nabbing the criminal is a cynch -- or its supposed to be, at least. The place s mostly evacuated by now, courtesy of Cecil and his crew and its good thing too because buildings are crumbling and now Mark is grappling with a mega sized lunatic who decided that it'd be a spectacular decision to also make himself gigantic. go figure.

he's sent flying into a building, dust flying every where as bricks collapse into a broken heap, leaving only the shell of walls left. he glances to his side groggily, registering a tiny trembling form of some poor guy who didn't have the time to get out of there, taking shelter as giants clashed outside.

there's adrenaline pulsing through mark's veins, he almost freaking squished this dude and he needs to get them out of here before that raving mad man outside comes in to beat on him some more which would undoubtedly result in this civilians death -- and shit, he's has no idea how the hell he's going to get out of here with no lives lost.

and he is just so hungry.

he barely even thinks before he's moving, gently scooping up the person and popping them into his maw. It feels weird at first, a whole living, wriggling, breathing human just… there. In his mouth. Wild. His subconscious reacts before he does, throat moving to automatically swallow in one fluid motion, and just like that, he’s done with it.

mark doesn’t actually get a whole lot of time to process anything before he’s jumped again, trying to ignore the desperate squirming nestled in his body and the rush of dopamine flooding his brain. Sure it’s not exactly what his urges want, considering they’d rather have someone close to them and not some rando but for now, they’re satisfied that they’ve been partially appeased and just focus on keeping the little human warm and safe.

The bliss of not feeling too much of that aching, burning hunger has him practically floating, and he finally finishes off the lunatic, knocking the guy out with one massive punch.

Now that mark’s been left alone (partially, sonce theres still an unconsious crazy laying in the rubble) he finds that in the absence of adrenaline is the slow rising horror of the realization that yes he actually freaking ate someone, and yes they’re still inside of him. It wars with the tidal wave of dopamine currently still juicing up his brain and eventually wins out.

Mark stumbles to his feet, cupping a hand to his mouth and heaving desperately, muscles contracting as his body fights against him until he manages to bring the poor human back up who, thankfully is just shaken and a bit confused.

Cecil's team comes in then, uses the gun to reverse their sizes back to normal (huh all they had to do was flip the batteries sweet) grabs the crazy and the dude mark ate to 1) apprehend and 2) wipe the memories of the guy. they tell Mark that Cecil wants to talk to him later, and promptly disappear.

mark is left alone with horror sinking in his chest and a slow pit growing in his stomach all over again.

this isn't an actual story or anything I js wanted to make a scenario where he ate someone so :3

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

going to be real bunwitch seems to be pretty happy that scout's going through it. extremely fucked to look at a person in a high stress situation with their personal pets and go "haha i doubt its real but if it is theyre just being dramatic". Like how fucked up is it that the other person mainly involved (bonefarm) who has experience with falsified animal control calls can sympathize with someone they dont even like but bunwitch is just completely shifting the blame off themselves and acting like scout is overreacting. if they werent the ones that did it, it was definitely one of their followers. certainly hope bunwitch doesnt have to worry about any false animal control calls or doxxing anytime soon, because theyre gonna get the exact amount of sympathy theyre giving scout.

Oh I absolutely have no doubt it was them or one of their pals lol. They’ve been pissing and moaning about Scout for days now for absolutely no reason. The last post I saw of theirs before I mass blocked a bunch of these weirdos started off with something like “I don’t get why culling newborn rabbits is bad but mice isn’t” yeah man, Scout didn’t say that though. It’s weird to cull pinkie mice solely for pattern or sex too. The main reason pinkies are culled is that they’re a specific size that makes them an excellent stepping stone in feeding baby carnivorous wildlife. I don’t personally cull pinkies as food because it’s a waste of resources and low in nutrition, but if you’re feeding something like a very small snake you don’t always have that many options since they swallow prey whole making it impractical to simply cut adult mice in smaller pieces. A newborn rabbit of most breeds is similar in size to adult mice and halfling rats so you can much more easily just use those and not have to worry about supplementing with calcium or anything. Rabbit meat in general is so low on fat it’s a bit useless to most carnivores as a food staple unless you have an obese carnivore you need to drop weight off of.

That’s a digression I know, but my point is that bunnyblr weirdos will take any opinion that may conflict with their interests and spin it into their own narrative to organize their pathetic little harassment campaigns.

“Oh you said goat kids shouldn’t be hard culled at birth in your opinion? Guess that means you hate rabbit breeding and want us dead but personally step on baby mice with your bare feet, also sometimes your cattle who live outside have mud on them im calling the cops on you in real life because I stalked you to find your name and address, I’m the normal one here!”

Anyway, I hope Scout gets some form of legal Justice for this because it really is just them openly threatening with a not-so-subtle “fall in line because I know where you live and how to find you by name if you move”. There’s no other justification because you cannot legitimately tell me that they thought sending an ACO to Scout’s apartment, not the property the cattle are kept at, their personal apartment where they live, was actually done in good faith to “save those poor moos” absolutely not. Nothing Scout has done is illegal or considered unethical by anyone who knows anything about cattle. This wasn’t done out of concern this was done with the intent to harm someone for saying something they didn’t like online. You don’t send a cop to the home of a queer person with good intentions. It’s absolutely sickening behavior.

[starsurface]

I love how you write diapered babyspace Liu Kang with his CG’s, it’s so precious! I was wondering…babyspace Nightwolf in diapers with CG Fujin? They’re so cute! ❤️

I'm so glad you liked the others!! :D

(Some strong languageuse) Before we get to the hcs, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with using or needing diapers. Some people use diapers use them for weird kink related things, but with age regression they are used for comfort and unfortunate inconvenience. Do not come to my blog because you wish to relate this with any kind of kink. Kindly fuck off and leave my blog alone, thank you.

^ This isn’t to bash regressors btw!!! This is me saying to fuck off if your a dd/lg or any type of blog like that. <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Fujin w/ Babyspace Padded Nightwolf Hcs

☁️ Nightwolf slips into babyspace on two occasions:

🐺 The first is a very scary case of Reverant Nightmares where he wakes up feeling extra tiny and scared

☁️ ^ It was also the first time he ever had an accident too, poor boy was going through it :(

🐺 Don’t worry, Fujin was able to help calm him down, he could see that Nightwolf was tinier than usual, but in the moment that wasn’t what mattered

☁️ What mattered was making sure his baby felt peaceful and safe again, nothing else 😤

🐺 Nightwolf was also really embarrassed by having an accident, because he’s never had one before!! Why now? Why was this one different? Why did he feel even more fuzzy than normal? It wasn’t fair … :(

☁️ Bathtime helped him cheer up, little Nightwolf loves bathtime, and Fujin gave him extra bubbles and toys <3

🐺 Sometimes when Nightwolfs small or Fujin can tell that he’s been showing signs of regressing, Fujin will put down some of those potty training bed pad things so that their sheets don’t get ruined (he even got one with a wolf design on it! :D)

☁️ Nightwolf doesn’t like that one bit, either he was a big kid or he didn’t need some silly thing!! >:(

🐺 So to make fair, Fujin also had one, and it dimmed down Nightwolf’s complaining (he was still grumpy though)

☁️ He doesn’t want to admit that they’ve become useful though, especially in scary scenarios where Fujin doesn’t have to leave to change the sheets

🐺 And the second scenario (and much happier scenario) is where he just slips really really tiny after a long day

☁️ Baby Nightwolf is also an energetic baby, similar to his toddler headspace

🐺 Fujin looks away to cut a sandwich and- How’d he get to the porch? The door was closed?!

☁️ Luckily baby Nightwolf is also a bit clingy, so he’ll just have Fujin carry him outside instead!! :D

🐺 Nightwolf is a bit . . . iffy wearing padding, especially at first

☁️ He’s Nightwolf, protector of the Matoka, not some baby that needs padding or has accidents :(

🐺 But knowing that sometimes Fujin wore it too when he was extra tiny (I did a different Hc list on this) did really help

☁️ Normally he just needs it for naptime, but sometimes he’ll wear it when he’s in babyspace

🐺 His favorite design would be something forestry, maybe wolf prints or something (although he likes plain too)

☁️ He does end up being more okay using them as time goes on, but only Fujin can know >:(

🐺 Completely off-topic, but baby Nightwolf is a BITER

☁️ I know I said earlier that he wasn’t, but that was Toddlerspace Nightwolf, this is Babyspace Nightwolf . . . So it totally cancels out 😎

🐺 Doesn’t matter what it is, his ax, Fujin’s arm, or an actual teething ring, this man chews!

☁️ ^ Fujin does take away the ax, much to Nightwolf’s dismay :(

🐺 Sometimes it’s harsh biting, othertimes it’s just soft chewing, so Fujin’s got a 50/50 on this

☁️ Although he doesn’t really encourage biting people anyways (unless it’s Nightwolf’s replaces for kisses, because those are always soft) so that’s why Nightwolf has some chew rings

🐺 Does Nightwolf use them? . . . He does, but stuffies make good chew toys too!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Uuuh, after Hc list words. :3

[sarcasticassian]

Steve (and Robin because they cannot be apart) works at a Christmas Shop, it’s one of the only things that draws people into Hawkins because it’s massively, truly huge, and it’s committed to being a 365 day Christmas pit stop, the cafe that’s hidden in the depths of the store sells Christmas themed drinks all year round and Robin is pretty sure the shop has cut a deal with the electricity company because the fairy lights are on nearly 24/7, Steve has a green apron he has to wear and a hat with a bell that he will only wear when the owner, a sweet but cutthroat Claudia Henderson, is around and he actually really loves his job

the cafe is a hangout for anyone in town, kids pour in straight from school (including the owners son and all his friends), parents and babies come in for a much needed dose of caffeine, the older gossips of the town gather for lunch and this means Steve and Robin know pretty much everyone in town

that is until a new guy starts showing up, he’s got wild curly hair and is usually wrapped in a leather jacket with a denim vest thrown on top more often than not, Robin immediately clocks his crush and winds up to start the teasing until Steve reminds her that she laughed so hard at one of Chrissy’s jokes (she owns a bakery and provides treats for the store’s cafe) last time she was in that Robin snorted and then immediately walked away from the poor girl because she was so mortified

Robin snaps her mouth shut and just stalks off to leave him to check out the new guy (both figuratively and literally, the guy is buying the most heinous looking elf Christmas decoration)

Steve thinks it was probably a one off, just another cute guy coming through to check out the famous Christmas shop but he comes back a few weeks later, once again buying one of the ugliest decorations in the shop, flirting up a storm and leaving Steve with a wink and a cheeky grin, Robin does laugh this time because she actually managed a very normal conversation with Chrissy about music last time she was doing a cake and pastry drop off, Steve shrugs it off though but then this guy is back, asking Steve what Christmas drink he would recommend and hey when is his break because they could have a drink together and Steve is endeared by this man’s, Eddie apparently, cute dimples and he leaves Steve blushing but happy

Eddie comes back a few more times, each time buying up the most disgusting looking decorations and eventually Steve asks about it, Eddie flirts a little and tells Steve he needed an excuse to come back and see him and once Steve is sufficiently flustered Eddie sighs and tells him the truth, he’s back to look after his Uncle Wayne who had an accident at work and the two of them are both as stubborn as mules and they don’t usually get to arguing because they’re both big communication is key people but Eddie is worried and Wayne is irritable from being cooped up and they’ve been spatting more than they ever have but Wayne loves Christmas and this store so to make up with him Eddie comes here and buys the weirdest looking thing he can find and Wayne will always sigh and grumble but he loves them because they remind him of Eddie (Robin scoffed when she heard that because it’s so true) and then they make up until Eddie helicopters around him again and the cycle repeats

Steve listens to this with the biggest heart eyes ever and oh dear god is he in love with this weirdo already? but Steve is a sucker for people who just show their love and affection for others on their sleeves and Eddie seems exactly the type and now Steve’s personally taking him around the store and into the storage room to show Eddie his favourite ugly Christmas wreath that will match the decorations Eddie has been buying up

[bonesandthebees]

Two more things before I start chipping away at my long analysis because they’ve been rotating in my head.

1. I am not getting over the implication (well it’s rather explicit) that Phil and Techno have killed multiple people (and taken turns doing it). Combined with Phil being familiar with being threatened… I kinda want a prequel of these two murder plotting their way to the top. I’m so glad we get a Phil pov. I love the besties. No hesitation, yeah you can murder that man I’ll be on lookout. You go get revenge.

And Wilbur killing is necessary because it’s the best excuse to break his moral ‘code’. He wants revenge, he feels threatened and wants to protect Tommy (and Niki and Quackity too in a way). His has a noble reason + his personal anger. This is the easiest it’s ever going to get to convince him to murder someone. And Phil has experience with this so he knows it’s something Wilbur will have to do if he wants to maintain his power. From a game standpoint it’s a good choice. From a father standpoint it’s an understandable choice but girl it’s not healthy.

2. From the moment Wilbur was in that ballroom with Niki on 1 side and Tommy on the other I knew what was going to happen AND I HATE IT /aff. If I wasn’t home alone I would have been screaming at him to choose Niki! He literally provides himself with every argument (including reasons why not picking Niki is dangerous when thinking about Tommy aka you cannot be sold out if the only people who know are also guilty, in which case he would be safe should Niki find out and should they drift apart (which he has no vision of the future, so he’s not worried about that, BUT I AM))

it’s so beautiful and good and frustrating and tragic at the same time. This is the point where he chooses Tommy over Niki. His alliance is made even if it isn’t really. His mental alliance has been made. And his chance to keep Niki is slipping. And yes I am actually upset about him going to Tommy and forcing him into this. That poor kid has enough trauma. He’s 13 and he helped murder someone (for his own safety) when he did not need to be (much like Wilbur actually). (Also he’s loyal like a dog geeez).

Anyway, I will repeat all of this in my big batches. But who knows when I get around to writing those with all the work stuff. So enjoy my brain worms. (I am Looking 👀 at the answer to my last ask).

-🌲

phil and techno certainly pulled a lot of... things off while they were both climbing their way up the ranks. I just love the absolute trust and understanding those two have with each other. one goes and murders a man while the other stands lookout, no questions asked. they've done this before and it's like a well-oiled machine at this point. murder besties <3

exactly, this is going to be the best introduction wilbur could ever get to pulling off something like this. he has a very strong reason for wanting schlatt dead, both with his own need for revenge and the future threat schlatt poses if he sticks around. phil can see this as the opportunity it is and knows that wilbur is going to have to pull something like this eventually, so he's doing the helpful parental guidance thing. with political murder. totally normal and healthy bonding activities with your 19 year old son.

once again, I'm thinking about the tragedy of rose!wilbur and rose!niki. there was no reason for wilbur not to go to niki. he had every reason not to go to tommy. but he was never going to choose niki. not after l'mannes. not after what he and tommy went through.

also just want to point out that there's actually zero evidence that wilbur had anything to do with schlatt's death. even an eyewitness account claiming that they say him putting something in schlatt's drink would have to be backed up by someone finding the vial in his cloak, but he smashed it to pieces the moment he got back to his room like phil told him to. there's no written correspondence about the plan because wilbur, phil, and techno only ever discussed it in person. and while an eyewitness accusation might be enough to get some people convicted, when you're accusing the son of the consil himself it's not. so unless some other evidence magically appears he'll get away with it scot free

yes you understand exactly what the point of that scene was. the entire scene was designed to show wilbur finally being forced to choose between tommy and niki. even if he hasn't admitted it to himself yet, he's now tied himself to tommy. and of course it wasn't fair to tommy whatsoever. wilbur had the option to go to someone else, wilbur had the option to not do anything at all and let phil handle it because phil told him he had alternative plans, but wilbur didn't want to do that. so he dragged the 13 year old into his murder plot and now tommy will have that on his conscience for the rest of his life. it's not fair to him whatsoever.

[miss-inkwell]

I would definitely chalk this episode off as a character and ship development one! My poor baby Janine was hurt but the comfort afterwards was worth it but let’s start at the beginning. Janine is struggling with a problem kid who won’t listen after she tries multiple times to help so she decides to talk to the parent. I love that she wants to seek out a solution that’s what a good teacher does. I also love that Gregory knew about this and they still have their mini conversations via the knock. Since everyone knows they like each other it’s prime teasing material which is so funny. “No love here” sure keep telling yourself that.

That later leads us the the conversation with Cassandra the parent and oh it was rough. Janine approached the situation as well as she could by saying he’s been causing problems but they’re a team and they can help. Cassandra missed the point entirely and blew up at her when this could have been and excellent moment to see how they could guide him. She was really harsh and had no right to call her a bad teacher! I was so sad for Janine in this moment.

This honestly is another great character moment for Janine even though I hate that she had to cry. Janine puts a lot of stock in perfection and doing good so to hear someone put her down is hard.

This leads us to an excellent Teddie moment where Janine is crying in her classroom and Gregory finds her. I love how soft he is with her you know seeing her sad is breaking his heart. I wish he would of hugged her than but I loved that he put his hands on her shoulders. Even though he comforted her he felt like he made it worse and wasn’t a big help.

He actually was a huge help though because he knows what she needs is her work mom. The cherry on top of that Teddie moment is that he still said he would be there for her before he left. They have my whole heart 🥰

This next part is a great work mom and daughter moment Barbara has a lot of experience with this stuff. I love how she goes out and asks her if she thinks she’s a bad teacher and how Janine isn’t even sure anymore because Cassandra destroyed her with those words. It was really such a teachable moment because sadly teachers have been through this. They’ve dealt with mean parents and people saying terrible and wonderful things. Telling her to pick herself up is great advice along with reassuring her that she does not always have the answer to take away the perfect view Janine has of her. It’s a great lesson for her that coming back to work ready to do her job is success is what will help her in the end. Barbara is the mother Janine always needed and I’m happy that even though Barbara is annoyed by her at times she is there for in moments like these. This dynamic will shine through next week in the mom episode which I definitely think will parallel.

Another scene I loved was when Gregory was making his speech about the teachers and how great they are. He may have said teachers but I know he was talking about Janine because he looked directly at her when she walked in. Not to mention how she is the whole reason why he’s full time and how he grew to be a good teacher in the first place. I would love a moment where he says that to her “you made me a better teacher which made me a better man you mean a lot to me” that would pretty much be a love confession and I would squeal. Now that the events of them dating other people are done and they’re somewhat over the awkwardness of the kiss they’re now back to their usual heart eyes. They’re back to normal but I love that everyone is teasing them now lol. I definitely think it’ll take time for them to get together but they are in a good place. Next episode will be an emotional one due to Janine’s mom coming and I wonder and hope Gregory and Barbara will be there for her. Great episode love the character and ship development

[ghcstao3]

Apparently I’m in a festive holiday mood (don’t ask but I like Winter Day Snacks & Halloween!!)

It starts w/Ghost plopping himself down w/the guys. “The fuck’s this?” he grumbled, seeing some Claymation kind-of shit—and then, he sees Jack Skellington AKA a Friend-Shaped Guy. (He may or may not have seen the movie before.) Anyway, the winter holidays come around.

To bring good tidings (or whatever), Ghost runs around during the day dressed as Sandy Claws/Jack, complete with boots, skull-face balaclava, and red fur coat (“Blood isn’t mine”). At night, he dresses as Krampus (though he tells König beforehand to avoid getting knocked through a door).

apologies it took so long to respond </33

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The holiday season, in Ghost’s opinion, is not only entirely overrated, but also miserable, pointless, and his least favourite time of year.

For several reasons, which have all shifted in their significance over time. But now, the reason he believes so, is because he’s just bored.

There are still missions, obviously, but they seem oddly fewer nearing Christmas, so they’re all left with too much downtime. Everyone else is pleased with it, but Ghost has been itching with the need to feel useful for over a week now.

But he can only train so much to get his mind off of things. So eventually he’s forced to concede with everyone’s pestering and join the others in whatever festivities they’ve planned.

Which appears to be watching a film this time, plain and simple.

Ghost could manage that, he supposes.

The others are already midway through something that looks vaguely familiar—and through claymation, songs, and the appearance of the lanky skeleton it all centres around, a chord is finally struck in Ghost's memory as he settles into his spot in the rec room.

Though the title eludes him at the time, he knows where he's seen it before—the film used to be a favourite of Joseph's, when the kid was still alive, even as young as he'd been.

Ghost is enraptured the entire time, picking out everything he recognizes with far more clarity than he'd have previously imagined.

As the credits roll and he's finally able to wander off, he comes away with an idea.

It takes little assembly and planning considering his usual attire, but he still makes an effort. And by the time the actual holidays roll around, he's actually kind of looking forward to it, for once.

It's a minor shock for his team to see him in any sort of spirit for Christmas, but they all embrace the poor-man's Sandy Claws costume anyhow—even the questionable means by which Ghost had taken to obtain some of its pieces.

That hadn't ever been the enjoyable part of his plan, however, not since the beginning of its proper formulation.

The costume he dons after lights out is arguably far more terrifying than Jack Skellington—hell, he wears a skull mask on the regular already. Krampus, as far as Ghost is concerned, had been something more interesting to assemble.

If only because he gets to use his already silent way of moving to scare the absolute shit out of his teammates in the late hours of the evening, a brooding shadow in wait for whoever sneaks out for something well past a time they should all be sleeping.

He honestly doesn't think he's ever heard Price shriek before, like he does that night.

The whole thing is beyond amusing for Ghost—and when he finally retires his hauntings for the night, he decides the effort was worth it enough to do this sort of thing every year, just to make the holiday season tolerable.

When asked the next morning if he'd seen anything, if it'd been him terrorizing the base, Ghost firmly denies everything, and they all have no choice but to believe him.

(And maybe he's just a tad bit cruel for it, but what's a little healthy scaring when no one's getting hurt?)

[ramblingroommate]

911 s1e2 part 2 (part 1 here)

Oh no poor Abby, things always happen when she has to go to work :(

Also poor Patricia, she sounds so lost and confused. The actress is doing a phenomenal job switching between being more lucid and witty (clearly her personality coming through) and then becoming disoriented and weak-sounding.

I have to say, I really want to see more of these parts with Abby and her mom

A different nurse! I’m so happy Abby decided to change the nurse!!!

Hi Carla, you already sound better than the last one

And she’s so good and kind and competent! Oh my god I’m so happy they changed the nurse. I thought it was going to be part of Abby’s storyline that the only help she has is actually useless but no! They didn’t even make a big deal of Abby struggling with the decision… she did it off screen lol

Carla I know I’m going to like you ヽ( ´ ∇ ｀ )ノ

That’s such a cop reaction, Athena lol

This hasn’t been the most interesting storyline so far but I do wonder how they’re going to develop the kids and their reaction to their father coming out. The little boy (Henry? Harry?) seems pretty unperturbed, but May is clearly struggling.

Also WHY is Athena driving her car to the no scrubs song omg I haven’t heard this in so long

Why are the dogs so aggressive? Are they illegal fight dogs or something?

Okay Chimney MUST HAVE a storyline where it gets explored why he’s afraid of everything, right? They’ve brought it up way too many times in these first two episodes not to. Or at least an arc where he learns how to get over it. I hope it won’t just stay as an inconsequential “ahah so quirky” character trait

Also the man was a burglar that’s why the dogs were so aggressive… i honestly forgot about the dogs’ weird behavior as soon as that man started flirting with Athena I’m so dumb lol

Okay I LOVE Carla already! So much wisdom, so much care, and such needed reassurance. Listen to her Abby!

Of course Abby immediately recognizes that something is wrong with Buck

… please tell he’s not about to answer the phone while he’s LITERALLY PUTTING OUT A FIRE

…

I- I don’t even know what to say. That’s just weird man, please don’t do that

And of course Buck find it cute :|

This is actually the first good conversation Buck has about the topic. Abby nailed the point and it clearly helped him

CRINGE HELP

I have trouble with second hand embarrassment and the actress unfortunately played the awkwardness of the scene perfectly lol

At least Abby was also aware she was cringe and that makes it less (?) cringe for me

Also I need to split this into a part 3 again 🥲