#and making him sleep and eat and hang out with his puppy and kids while Wally attempts to solve the case for him (he tried real hard)

[vrystalius]

Squid Game men as dads (+pregnancy HCs)

How they act during your pregnancy, shortly after birth and as a veteran dad!

Pairing: Recruiter, Thanos, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x fem!reader

Summary: Headcanons, scenarios as them as to-be-dads, new dads and veteran dads plus a bonus scenario at the end of each character!

Genre: Fluff, angst

Words in total: 7.1k (Every part is around 1.4k words long)

Note: No baby names or gender are mentioned so everything is up to your interpretation. Also, this took a lot of effort. I hope you enjoy this <3

Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

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Your husband was extremely over-prepared for anything and everything during your pregnancy. He seemingly bought every single parenting book that exists on this planet and proceeded to inhale them in a matter of days before internally panicking about if he is capable of being a good dad anyway. You can tell how much everything was eating away at him, even before the child was born. Although he tried his best to never show it.

A way to channel his nervous and stressed energy into something good is by constantly hovering around you. Being near your pregnant glow gives him a peace of mind, resting his head on your stomach and listening to the baby’s heartbeat and feeling a light kick here and there, or having you in his arms while giving you a massage, his lips peppering featherlight kisses over your skin.

Gong Yoo always insisted on cooking for you, no matter the hour of day or night. He is kind of afraid you might consume something questionable again after watching you dip tuna kimbab into chocolate sauce, insisting it tastes really good and almost making him try a little too.

For you and your baby’s health, he fully banned you from the kitchen. No more experimenting with food for you.

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He was absolutely broken the first time he held your baby. It was so unbelievably small, so fragile, pure and innocent. The embodiment of love and the result of it. Gong Yoo had to bite his tongue and hold back his tears in order to not cry waterfalls onto your newborn because he knows once a single tear drops, his whole facade shatters.

Once the baby came home with you two, the once neat and organised, shared home was transformed into a more warm and homely environment, the floor now decorated with toys, onesies, clothes and small children’s books.

He always gets up in the middle of the night so you can rest, falling asleep in the rocking chair with the baby in arms. Your husband is also mostly the one that stays at home with the baby since his job only requires some recruitment of desperate people once a year, so most of his time can be dedicated to you and his family.

Gong Yoo is also that one dad most of the other moms swoon about when seeing him at playgrounds or in the park, pushing the stroller of the baby, or having his kid hang out in a sling tied to his chest while he went shopping, comparing two types of baby foods with another and showing both to the bean of happiness tied to his chest, cooing and asking which type of baby food is tastier.

Hanging out with the baby is probably the activity that takes 80% of his day and he is not complaining at all. Your husband’s head lays on the edge of the crib while watching the precious thing sleep, cradling them in his arms in the middle of the night, sitting with them in the playpen, completely matching their excitement and energy while playing with their toys, admiring how easily his kid can be entertained.

Although he looks charming and even more handsome out in public, he cares little about his appearance anymore. While he was obsessed with the way his suit looked and hair was styled, now, he considers himself satisfied when he finds a clean t-shirt. His hair gets a little messier and dark circles begin to form beneath his eyes.

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Even as a veteran dad, Gong Yoo fold together immediately when his kid try to win his favour by saying I love you or making puppy eyes at him. He’s not a pushover though, standing his ground and giving his kid a strict glare whenever they go to far that immediately silences them is not impossible, although he doesn’t like doing it.

He is always afraid of doing something wrong when it comes to parenting, overthinking every decision and everything he says, fearing he’s too strict, too loose, too much of a pushover, too disinterested and blah blah blah.

You had to stop his circling train of thought by soothing your husband by reminding him how he always shower up to every single school event, always sat through the homework and never raised his voice when his child didn’t understand something, instead explaining it in simpler terms without making them feel stupid for not getting it the first time, how he never shamed his child for doing wrong, never blamed them for being just a kid and always did the opposite than his own father did.

It might sound selfish, but becoming a father healed the hole left behind by his own. Oh how he wishes and prays that he does and did everything right. The only thing he wants is for you and his precious baby to be happy and safe, no matter what.

˚✧₊⁎ - (TW: Suicide)

“What’s the matter? Your mind starting to race?”

The recruiter sits across Gi-hum, gun handed over into his hand. The cold metal now feels almost overwhelming when touching his skin, as if screaming at him to turn it around and point it at the man sitting across him and shoot him, end the game here and there.

“That’s right. Screw the rules. Now, with a single pull of the trigger, you could kill me… but, I’ll have you admit one last thing.”

Gi-hun’s voice wasn’t even shaking in fear, it was firm with determination.

“You put a mask on your face and do whatever your master says. You run, bark and wag your tail for them.

You’re nothing more than their dog.”

The words emitted from the mam sitting across him begin to slice deeper and deeper into his mind, his heart and soul. It’s true what he says, Gong Yoo knows it himself. He is but a small chess piece, a dog, as Gi-hun says, that obeys every order and does what his master says.

What choice does he have anyway? It’s either that or risking his death and yours.

You. A flashing memory of your face from just this morning briefly plagues his mind, the view now feels so utterly distant and unreal.

A small, cocky smile spread on his face, pathetically trying to have his last laugh. He leaned back against the cushion and cocked the gun, pressing the barrel against the underside of his chin. Taking one last breath, his finger pressed against the trigger, not pulling it yet.

He knows you both will be okay. Maybe even better without him.

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

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To be very honest, the news of your pregnancy kinda hit him like a truck. It was somewhat accidental and Thanos maybe panicked quite a lot while pacing around his shitty apartment, scared to death about the idea of becoming a dad. Like, have you seen him?? He is supposed to become a dad?!

After loosing his mind and having multiple panic attacks, he pulled himself together and went to the dollar store to buy a onesie, a teddy bear and a bouquet of roses before heading over to your place and ringing the doorbell for multiple minutes until you finally open the door.

He actually sold his apartment and moved in with you, performed a gig every night for multiple weeks on end, even dealing his fair share of drugs in club pentagon. Your boyfriend would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it, but having a stable income would be much nicer.

Other than that, your boyfriend took care of you the best he could. Whenever you crave something to eat, your boyfriend will stand inside a gas station at 2 am to buy you the specific type of chips you wanted. If there wasn’t enough money to afford a decent meal for the two of you, you’d get all the food. He promises to be fine and get his food elsewhere, don’t even worry about him.

He is incredibly fascinated by your changing body. Your breasts are bigger, softer and sensitive. Thanos will be poking them all day every day randomly, trying to see if they’ll leak despite you only being three months into the pregnancy. He’ll insist on taking a picture of your belly every day so he can document the process to show it off to his kid one day.

Also, he never smoked, vaped or used around you. Your boyfriend has been clean of drugs for the almost entirety of your relationship but still smoked, but for the health of you ans your baby, he tried his best to get clean on that as well but it proved to be much, much harder, so he instead settled on doing it on the balcony or outside.

One last thing, whenever he had a new ultrasound picture of his baby, he was showing it off to everybody he knows with the biggest grin on his face. Thanos was the proudest dad in the world before your baby was even born.

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Since your boyfriend was so used to staying up all night and performing, so he doesn’t really mind dragging himself out of bed to feed or cradle the baby in the crack of dawn. Although, doing that for multiple nights on end drains any person, so you two end up playing rock paper scissors after a while to decide who gets up.

Thanos is the type to grab his baby by the back of the onesie and lift it out of the crib, gently throwing it onto your bed for some family cuddles, grinning like an idiot at how his baby giggles in delight and kicks its legs, wanting to fly through the air again and again.

He performs for his kid too whenever he doesn’t know what else to do to make his baby stop crying. Your boyfriend would play with an imaginary DJ board with his hands, his waist swaying left and right as he sleepily raps some random lyrics together to make the crying baby in the crib finally fall asleep after being fed, cradled and having its diaper changed.

Sometimes, if all fails (even rapping), Thanos will climb into the crib in order to finally make the screamer fall asleep. His legs would dangle over the edge of the crib and angled in a weird position, his neck awkwardly leaning against the railing. Despite this clearly uncomfortable pose, he was deeply asleep and snoring alongside his baby sleeping on his chest. Of course, this scene immediately became your new phone wallpaper.

After having the baby for a while, Thanos’s fashion will completely shift from the indie/grungry/rave-whatever-esc he was wearing to whatever is clean and comfortable. He doesn’t care he’s wearing a spongebob shirt right now, he’s busy deciding if he wants to buy a CD of the Beauty and the Beast movie or treat you with some snacks and chocolate.

Your boyfriend also had some serious attachment issues. That man could not stand not being near his baby 24/7 or not being able to have it in sight. If you want to take it out to the park or something he’ll insist on coming with you or else he’ll be stuck bouncing his thigh up and down and switching between social media platforms to pass the time until you come home.

What was kind of fascinating to you was how little Thanos now needs to be entertained. Having his little sunshine on his lap, curiously biting onto his fingers or reaching out to his hair could keep him entertained for hours upon hours.

Sometimes you walk in on your boyfriend lying on his stomach, legs kicking in the air, making some grimaces at your kid and watching how it begins to giggle and laugh, trying to copy their dad’s expression as hard as they can. Although you have to say that your baby has their papa’s signature scowl.

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As a more experienced dad, Thanos gathered no experience at all. Despite his baby now being a toddler, it’s still like he has had that kid for two and a half days. Sure he knows what his kid likes and dislikes because it’s basically the same to him, both your manchild and child like colourful things and don’t like vegetables, but Thanos still has no idea how to raise a proper human.

Whenever you scold your child for something, your boyfriend just nods in approval. When the kid looks over to their papa for help, he’ll just point at you. “Listen to your mama, she’s smarter than both of us.”

Although he gets more excited every day at how he can do more with his kid now. He likes to fantasise and envision everything they could do together, like his precious sunshine’s first day in elementary school, teaching them how to ride a bike, first time bringing them to the club and show them off to everyone…

You’ll have to listen to your boyfriend fully plan out tomorrow and what he’ll go do with his kid while being cuddled up in your arms, your fingers brushing through his hair. Thanos’ll gesture around while vividly explaining everything in detail, how he wants to go buy some new toys and then maybe go to the park, grab some ice cream, then go choose out their bike to learn how to ride one on. It’ll be fun!

Although fantasising is fun, reality is often a little different. It’s difficult to afford all the things he dreams of thanks to your financial situation but despite everything, you, him and your child are happy.

He’ll make every minute, every hour and every day count, wanting to make as many good memories as possible before they grew too old and annoyed of their over-affectionate and hyper dad.

Also, your boyfriend is horrified of the teenager stage when thinking back to his own and how he first got caught up in the drug mess and whatever else he got himself into, but thankfully as of now, your child has yet to finish kindergarten so they are a couple of years ahead before that happens.

˚✧₊⁎- (TW: Death)

He was trying to stop the blood with everything he has, pressing his hands against the underside of his chin as the warm, metallic blood stickers through his fingers, staining the bathroom tiles below.

Choking on his own blood, Thanos slowly crawled into the corner of the bathroom, trying to escape from the chaos that erupted behind him. His face was scrunched together in pain as he rolled over onto his back.

The quiet sound of gurgling was completely drowned out by the sounds of fighting, yelling and punching as Thanos quietly gasped for air.

Fuck, this wasn’t how all of this was supposed to go. He should’ve just gotten the damn money and voted to leave, get that Nam-su or whatever to vote leaving too so he could go home with the guaranteed money instead of risking to play another stupid childhood game.

Now he is here, on a bathroom floor, drowning in his own blood because of a fucking fork.

His eyes were too heavy to be kept open, his warm blood on his hand weirdly enough made him suddenly feel so incredibly tired, like a large, warm blanket was just draped over him. He should close his eyes for a moment before he’ll continue to fight for his life.

Thanos can survive this, he knows that. How could he not? He has a kid back home, you. He promised to buy you a ring and propose once he had gathered enough money. Imagining you in a pretty white dress, standing by the altar, waiting on him with that pretty smile of yours.

He can’t miss his kid’s first day of elementary school, graduation, first day of middle school, first crush, first heartbreak. He can’t leave his kid alone in this world, they can barely walk. How will they get anywhere without him being there to carry them in his arms? He promised himself to be there for them with every step of the way they may take, with you in hand.

He just has to close his eyes for a second, then he’ll stop the bleeding and get up. Promise.

Dae-ho // Player 388

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Dae-ho was over the moon and back the moment he found out that you are pregnant. Pregnant, carrying his child! He always wanted a family of his own and you being able to grant him that wish made him fall in love with you all over again.

He’ll do everything for you during your pregnancy, just you rest and look pretty. Your boyfriend will transform into a complete malewife and cook, clean and completely pamper you. Not that he never did that before, he just did it even more now.

Whatever you wished for was provided; massage for your swollen feet? C’mere, put your legs on his lap. You want to combine the worst foods together and inhale that combo like a five star gourmet meal? Sure, he’ll go buy the ingredients, save him a plate!

Dae-ho adored cuddling with you even more during that time than before. He adored laying his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while his large palm gently brushed back and forth over your stomach.

Your boyfriend also takes his time every night to talk to the baby in your stomach. Feathery kisses would be placed all over your warm skin while he sleepily recalls things he did today, trying to get your baby to recognise that the man speaking to it was their dad.

He’ll talk about how he finished building the nursery and how much he looks forward to them seeing it, how you two went to the park today for a small walk, how he watched you ate seven hot dogs and proceeded to ask for his to eat as well.

You can’t help but grin how Dae-ho acts like the baby is already there, can listen and understand to what he is saying and react to it. Your fingers brush through his long hair while he slowly falls asleep with his head resting on your soft chest, his arms draped over your stomach.

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As a new dad, you can’t help but think about how much of a dilf your boyfriend had become.

His hair is messy and his face tired, yet he has that big grin of his always plastered all over. Dae-ho’s whole demeanour lights up even brighter with his baby in his arms, walking around your home shirtless with his muscles on full display for your shameless enjoyment.

Something extremely important to him is skin-to-skin contact, so you’ll have a half naked Dae-ho laying around on the couch with your baby curled up on his chest. He adores cuddling with you, so having a baby between you is a big bonus.

Even after your pregnancy, he was still in full on malewife mode, but now with a baby strapped to his chest. He cooks and includes his baby in the process so they can stay entertained, offering small tastes of the sauce he is working on or letting them have their own tiny cooking utensils to hold and inspect while he stirs the sauce.

His sisters also come by for a visit a lot so they can see the first offspring of the Kang family. They coo over your baby and congratulate both of you, but scold their brother sometimes for not caring for you well enough, especially after postpartum. Your reassurances that he does plenty fall on deaf ears most of the time.

They often times take your baby in so the both of you can have some alone time and rest. You two planned on taking a small vacation somewhere and treat yourselves to cocktails or something, but you and your boyfriend ended up sleeping and cuddling the full week and barely leaving the bed.

At first you and him enjoyed the peace and quiet, but after a day of naps, cuddles and breakfast at 4pm, Dae-ho suggested the idea of getting pregnant again.

He himself grew up in a big household and sure there were a share of fights over mundane things, but at the end of the day, he and his sisters love each other and have each other’s backs, no matter what. If one of them has problems, the others are there to help and support or bury the body of the problem.

He won’t forcefully push the idea of multiple kids on you though. If you say no he’ll totally understand it. He’s not the one carrying the baby for nine months and bleeds every month when he doesn’t, but Dae-ho will try and sweeten the idea of having a big family to you.

˚✧₊⁎- (multiple kids mentioned in this one)

As a veteran dad, Dae-ho always complies to his little monster(s) demands without complaint. He’s more of the fun dad that lets himself get used as a horse where his kids can hop on and be paraded around the home on his back. He could melt whenever his babies come up to him and ask him to join their roleplay, doesn’t matter if he’s going to be dressed up as a princess or supposed to play a big scary monster.

He’d be down to play all day every day, but once school work and homework comes into play, it’s going to be a little complicated. Dae-ho knows his ABCs and all but quadratic functions? Both him and his kid will be sitting by the table, crying of confusion and stress.

Despite being the fun-dad, he can be strict if he wants to. Sometimes his scoldings hit even harder than yours because of how tolerant he is. He never raises his voice or his hand, nor does he shame his child for doing something wrong. Screaming gets you nowhere, he learned that first hand, so instead he’ll try to understand their behaviour no matter how complicated or hard it may be.

Dae-ho is an incredibly proud dad and he will show it. Every award his kid wins, even if it’s a participation award, will be stored in the living room and somewhere you can admire it in its full glory. Every work of art that was ever gifted to him was kept in either large folders that sorted drawings based on the kid and year or on a shelf in the entrance area.

He also has plenty of pictures of his kids that he is ready to show off to everyone that had the misfortune of asking how they are. He’d spiral into a rant about their recent activities (no matter how mundane they seem, they are very special to him) and just how adorable they are, how they have your nose and eyes but his cheeks… the poor waiter just asked if they wanted a refill on his coke, not knowing about pandora box he opened.

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His body curled together as he pressed his back against the wall behind his bunk. Right now, Dae-ho wanted nothing more but the concrete to consume him, hide him away and muffle and the gunshots and yelling that was happening above him. His hands were tightly pressed up against his ears and his eyes tightly shut.

He hunched over to hide his face in his shaking knees, trying to hide from the gunfight, to hide form the shame of not being able to force his legs to walk and bring the much needed ammunition. Dae-ho knows he is useless.

“Dae-ho!!”

Player 120 calling out to him violently pulled him out of his trance, making him flinch. He stared up at her, his arms slowly moving off his ears, clearly shaking.

“Dae-ho, what happened?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

She leaned closer to him as he glanced away, lowering his head in shame. His lips pursed together and slowly began quivering as low whimpers escaped him. He felt her eyes literally piercing him.

“The magazines?”

Dae-ho stumbled over his own words, barely comprehending what she is trying to ask of him.

“I-I’m sorry— I-I…”

Hyun-ju glanced down to the hoodie near his cowering form and moved the cloth away to see what was inside. The ammunition magazines. Dae-ho flinched violently and lifted his arms to shield his face as she stood back upright with the ammunition in her arms, casting one last worried glance to the obviously scarred and horrified man before walking off.

The world around him went numb again as he kept repeating quiet “I’m sorry”s over and over, mixed together with broken whimpers.

No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t pull himself together and force his arms to grab a gun and fight for the games to end, but being staying here, with the other players, would be safer. Out there he either could be captured and eliminated, shot in the fight and bleed out, watch others die in front of him, kill other humans. He can’t do that. He can’t. No matter if he was in the marines or not.

Back when Dae-ho left for the games and back when he didn’t know that said games include death and murder, you two talked about it. You warned him about how it’s too good to be true. Playing childhood games in exchange for hundreds and up to millions of won?

You made him promise he’ll keep himself safe no matter what. You made him promise to always keep you and his family in mind, how he has people he needs to come back to.

It seems that his own body and soul internalised that pinkie promise you made him agree to. He has to keep himself safe and alive.

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

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Finding out that you’re pregnant almost made him have an aneurism. He already has a child that he himself doesn’t have a lot/barely and contact with before she moved away to America and even less now thanks to the distance and the want to keep her out of his mess. The mess that are the death games and the mess he now forced you to be apart of.

Gi-hun already felt incredibly guilty for falling in love with you. Anyone being associated with him is now in the line of fire and probably in constant danger thanks to him. Yet you stayed with him and even provided comfort.

He actually apologised for getting you pregnant while standing in a grocery isle to choose some jumpers and sheets for the future nursery crib. It was out of nowhere after staring at you being so excited over your baby, how you couldn’t decide between two pairs of itty bitty socks.

Gi-hun does warm up after a week or two. He catches himself smiling brightly at nothing after thinking back on how round you already look, what you’re doing right now. His eyes soften up every time he walks past the pastel nursery he build himself, fixing the sheets in the crib and folding the baby clothes together for the 100th time. His hands pick up one of the toys and his fingers brush over the surface, feeling the material beneath his skin.

Every time he does all this, it hits him all over again. You’re pregnant with his child.

Since he already had a daughter before and knows how much of a terrible father he was to her, Gi-hun feels a mix of guilt and excitement blooming in his stomach. He knows what he did wrong, both in the department of marriage with his late wife and parenting, so he doesn’t repeat his mistakes again.

The feeling of selfishness always swims around in his mind because it feels unfair to his daughter how he can provide all the things for his future baby he couldn’t for his daughter; proper attention, the financial means, maturity, a good father figure.

Gi-hun rested his head on your stomach, his eyes closed in relaxation as he listens to both your heartbeat and the heartbeat of the growing life inside of you, your hand idly resting on his cheek. Even if he cannot fully fight those feelings of guilt and shame, he swears to be a better father this time. In no means is he perfect, but he will try his best from the bottom of his heart.

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Right after birth, Gi-hun was incredibly attached to the baby. He was paranoid for a long period of time, things like sudden infant death and all kinds of worst case scenarios always in the back of his mind. He was faster than you in getting up whenever it cried, rushing over to the baby’s side immediately.

He’ll cradle the baby in his arms, silently walking around the home in the dark even long after his child fell asleep. Most of the time, calming his baby is more to calm his own mind of worries.

Sometimes, you two move the crib into your bedroom to stand beside your bed, just so he can feel more secure and less paranoia. It soothes Gi-hun’s mind to have his baby right there in arms reach. His arm drapes over to the crib, his hand weakly holding onto the railing even in his sleep.

But beside his paranoia, Gi-hun is always ecstatic when around his baby. There is always a carefree and soft smile on his face whenever his baby innocently chews on his finger, his eyes intently watching the adorable bean coo and kick around in its crib.

You gifted him a small heart locker with a picture inside. Unoriginal, sure, but something he cherishes with a his being nonetheless. The picture had you and him together, hand in hand, on one side of the locker, a photo that is actually fairly old. It was of one of your first dates and he had a soft smile on his face. It looked hesitant and unsure, but it was one of the first smiles he cracked in a long time.

On the other side of the locker was a picture of your baby in the crib, looking up into the camera with big and curious eyes while chewing on a rubber toy. You dressed the baby in an adorable brown bear onesie, overloading his senses even more.

Gi-hun wears the necklace almost every day and keeps it secure under his shirt, fishing it out and opening the locker to look at the two pictures to remind himself why he is still fighting to stop the games. His fingers brush gently over your face and his baby’s cheeks, a small smile spreading on his face.

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Since Gi-hun was already had a daughter before, he already kind of knows how to raise a child, although he sometimes struggles with spoiling his child too much.

Thanks to both the guilt he feels for failing to be a proper dad to his daughter and now having such an insane amount of money he doesn’t know what to do with, Gi-hun showers both you and your child with everything you two could possibly want.

So sometimes you have to remind him that just because your kid really really wants that expensive lego set doesn’t mean he should buy it for them, perhaps when it’s their birthday or Christmas or they have done a very good job at something.

You have to teach the oblivious man how to properly manage his money and maybe not buy everything in sight for your kid. Gi-hun will listen to you with those big, sad puppy eyes he always has whenever you scold him about something.

Also, he adores playing with his kid. His favourite thing to do is to have them stand on his feet and put their hand into his, walking “together” through the apartment while loud, childish giggles fill the rooms. He also loves carrying and walking his kid everywhere, despite knowing very well they acted like they were extremely tired just so daddy can carry them for a while.

How can he possibly deny his precious baby?

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“Here, take this.”

He takes out an ammunition magazine and offers it to Young-il standing in front of him, who was watching him holding the ammo out to him. “You’re going to need it.”

Young-il’s eyes glosses over his hand and up to his face slowly as if not believing his offer. “Are you sure?” Gi-hun nods reassuringly, holding it a little closer to him.

“Dae-ho will be back with more.”

That was the reassurance he seemingly needed before reaching out and finally taking the ammo out of his hand, nodding slightly. “Let’s do this, then. We have to end everything now.” Young-il mumbled, briefly gesturing towards the necklace around his neck as if knowing what was hidden beneath his shirt. “We have to bring everyone back to their families.”

Gi-hun froze for a moment as his head moves back to his ally. Jung-bae glanced over to the two. Seemingly taken back, the man quickly elaborates. “I mean, you have a wife and child, right? I overheard you two talk about it.”

“Doesn’t matter right now, go!!” Jung-bae waved his hand as if to shoo him away. Gi-hun just nodded and spared him one last glance before turning back to the pink guards standing atop of the stairs. Yet he can’t shake the feeling of dread creep up on his neck.

His hand briefly brushed over the locker beneath his cloth, tracing the heart shape with his fingers. Did he ever talk about you or his child back home? Even about his older daughter living abroad? Does Jung-bae even know about his family? Maybe it’s a lucky guess of Young-il.

His brows furrowed together in thought before Jung-bae ripped him out of his thoughts. “Gi-hun? Are you alright?”

Gi-hun flinched slightly before quickly nodding. “Yeah. Yes. Sorry.”

Without wasting another second or a breath, he pulled the gun closer to his chest and aimed it around the corner and at one of the guards and continuing the shootout. Although Young-il’s last remark still was engraved in his mind.

In-ho // Young-il // The Frontman // Player 001

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The news of you being pregnant actually horrified him to the core for a moment. The last time his love of his life was pregnant she died in the hospital while he fought for his life in the death games. It is safe to say that In-ho has bad memories associated with pregnancy.

Those bad memories fuel his protective streak even further as you cannot find a moment to yourself. Your husband will be there, hovering near you since the first day you know of your pregnancy. He orders you to take a seat in the leather chair of his study with that Frontman-voice of his while he provides food, drinks and entertainment for you.

In-ho also employed a doctor on the island that specifically is there to give you full medical check-ups every week. He cannot risk loosing you or the baby this time, you have his heart tightly trapped within your grasp and he does not mind at all. His heart is yours and yours is his.

Your husband tries to pull himself away from work and planning this year’s games but the VIPs are quite demanding and he cannot afford to disappoint them. Although he is a lot more home than before which you of course enjoy.

Your husband is actually a very good cook and will cook for you as much as he can, but also doesn’t mind when you give into your insane cravings. He will question your choices though, maybe even check your forehead temperature to see if you’re sick or something when In-ho catches you devour a whole plate of cut fruits you generously salted.

In-ho always was more hesitant when it came to showing affection, fearing he might come off as weak or soft and maybe seem unattractive to you. Even if you think quite literally the opposite.

With you becoming pregnant he became more and more sweet with you. His kisses will be more frequent and linger longer on your skin, his hands will always find their way to connect with you and let them run over your waist, stomach, back and shoulders.

Your affection breaks this man more and more as well, your hand cupping his cheek making him melt and nuzzle into your palm like a touch deprived cat, your kiss warming up his soul over and over.

In-ho knew this before but he never fully realised how hard he fell in love with you.

˚✧₊⁎-

You’ve never seen him cry before so the sight of your husband completely breaking down and showering you in praises and kisses right after birth. In-ho pulled you closer against his chest as his tears flowed down to you, his lips whispering broken “I love you”s, “You did such a great job” and “Thank you”s.

You gave birth in a hospital in Soel and not on the island. It was the decision of both of you to spend the first few days after the birth in the old apartment he still owned in the capital city, away from all the death for just a while.

Those days were the most peaceful and pleasant days In-ho had in a while. It was almost like a dream come true, the dirtiest fantasy he ever allowed to imagine: a regular family life with a wife and child. To go to the grocery store to pick up some carrot baby food and the bar of chocolate you have been craving, to have his biggest decision be if the newborn will wear the soft pink bunny jumpsuit or the cozy grey cat onesie. To be a simple man and his only duties to be a husband and a father.

Although after two weeks of rest and peace, the games pulled him and with that both you and the newborn back to the island.

Your husband did set his will through with the VIPs though and worked himself more free time he could spend with you and the baby.

Though he sometimes takes his child with to work by strapping them onto his chest with a baby sling. He knows that the rather violent environment is not the best place to have a baby, so In-ho implemented changes in the control center to make the place a little more child friendly.

The word “eliminated” was a little too gruesome in his opinion, so he made the woman who spoke the first voiceover change it to “lost” or “lost the game”. The blood on the screens will be censored with the colour black and most of the sound will be muted as to not expose his baby to the screams and pleads of mercy and scar that young mind.

It’s quite the bizarre sight, the Frontman standing in the center of the control room, inspecting the new portraits taken of the players participating the games while a giggling baby was attached to his chest, curiously chewing on their own fingers, unbothered by everything around them.

˚✧₊⁎-

As a more experienced dad, In-ho, much to his dismay, found out that his now a little older kid is very attached to the Frontman mask. Sure, they still smile when they see their papa, but they do seem happier and more excited when he wears his mask and talks to them with the voice changer.

In-ho’s parenting style is more strict than lenient, though he does provide a lot of love, encouragement and praise for his child, even his ways to express those things are more subtle. His hands give out light pats on the head while a smile spreads on his face, giving them an acknowledging nod for their work.

Whenever his kid needs to be lectured, his voice is stern but not loud. Raising a hand does nothing but ensue pain, fear and hate, so he never did that anyway. Thanks to his role as the Frontman, he knows how to be and sound incredibly intimidating and menacing.

It’s not entirely his fault, but In-ho is not home with you and the kid most of the time. He is always incredibly busy, especially during that time of the year. He tries his best to compensate for that lost time by pulling himself away from the games and spend time with his family, but it proves to be harder than it sounds.

He has a lot of pictures of you two on his desk and study. Whenever stress gets to him in a moment of weakness, In-ho will take his time to go through every single one. All of the masterful drawings made by your child are also on full display for his enjoyment and you know he’s treating it like a modern art gallery; with uttermost care and interest.

˚✧₊⁎-

“Look closely at the consequences of playing your game.”

In-ho’s voice was deeper, distorted when speaking through the mask. His eyes pierced through the man kneeling in front of him. Gi-hun.

Gi-hun stared back up at him with so much hate, so much despise. It’s almost humorous to In-ho how the same man that seeped of both hate and determination insisted on giving him one of his essential ammunition magazines. Almost.

The Frontman moved and aimed his caliber at the kneeling man beside him, Jung-bae. He slowly moved his head over to his best friend in horror. “Gi-hun.”

Those were the last words he mumbled before In-ho pulled the trigger, executing the kneeling man swiftly.

As Gi-hun screamed and cried for Jung-bae, trying to reach out to his best friend as the pink soldiers pressed him firmly against the concrete floors below, the Frontman swiftly turned around and stepped away to the master control room, sliding his gun into the coat as he walked.

It was pitiful, he thinks. Not the display Gi-hun gave or how he naively trusted him as the played the persona of Young-il to the point of wanting to overthrow the games with him, but how he, In-ho, opened up to the man.

He talked freely about you and how you two met, fell in love and married, how excited and horrified he was when you got pregnant, how he cried for the first time in a very long time after you gave birth. Gi-hun laughed with him when he ranted a little bit about the adorable antics of his child and he comforted In-ho when he voiced how much he missed you and worried about you.

Most of it was planned to get closer to the man and build some sort of connection, to make Gi-hun think of him as a father and husband than a faceless player. It’s just that In-ho enjoyed talking to him so freely.

He doesn’t have friend, no connection to his brother, no people he can confide outside of you and he can’t really talk about his wife to you, can he?

It almost felt normal, like two men complaining about the small things in life like how dry the buns are they ate at breakfast, or compare their children to one another and pridefully gush about how his already knew how to speak both Korean and English at 1 year old and how Gi-hun’s daughter lives in America and goes to a prestige school.

Yes, he’ll miss those couple of days he spend with him. But duty calls. He has to move on now.

💠

Author’s note. Thank you so much for reading!

I wrote this over the course of around three days while recovering from a head concussion, so I apologise for any mistakes! This took a lot of effort but was incredibly fun to write!! This is probably one of my longest work yet but it’s totally worth the effort, I just hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[gothghostiie]

babysitter!reader chronicles continue because I babysat the whole weekend and obviously cannot catch a break

cw: comfort, reader has a strong reaction to things breaking, gn!reader

thinking about price being gone overnight, having you sleep over so he doesn't stress about coming home. he knows you don't mind sleeping on his couch and he knows his little munchkin is safe with you. you get to spend the morning with the baby who decided to wake up extra early, making some easy breakfast for both of you, hanging out the whole day, it's routine by now. in the afternoon you make a snack and decide to make some tea for both of you - the little one definitely got it's love for tea from John.

It's all good and well, until you have to put the infant down for a second to fill the electric kettle with water. you put it right next to the sink and put the little one down, telling them that they'll be right back in your arms, just let you boil the water. the baby coos as you stand up and turn around: just to be met with the sounds of crashing and clattering, and with the sight of glass shards. you immediately pick up the baby and stumble back, eyes wide as you try to process what the fuck just happened, your heart racing and your hands shaking. you have to do everything in your power to not let out a string of courses as you look at the broken kettle, trying to figure out what to do.

you decide the best course is put the baby to the safety of it's high chair while you pick up the big shards, it goes just fine until you grab the vacuum cleaner to get the small shards. the baby starts fussing, making grabby hands at you, your heart clenches. so now you're vacuuming, baby on your hip, holding on tightly. its all fine until you put the vacuum cleaner away and have a moment to gather your thoughts, the waterworks start flowing big time.

you try your hardest to hold back as you make the tea and the food, sniffling while the occasional sob falls from your lips. the baby keeps looking at you confused, touching your face and tilting their head, babbling softly as if trying to ask why you're crying. you just keep a hold of them and try to smile at them, sitting down to eat with them as you try to figure out how to tell John you broke his electric kettle.

tears are still flowing as you type out a text, not brave enough to tell him face to face. you almost wanna throw your phone out after the text is sent, but you just put it into your pocket. you distract yourself with housework, with the baby, still occasionally tearing up, when your phone vibrates.

its a simple message from John; 'be home soon.'

you can feel the nausea rise in your belly, hands trembling again as your mind goes a mile a minute. he didn't even say anything to you telling him the kettle broke, just that he's home soon. your head goes from anything to you're being fired to you'll end up never being allowed around any child ever. you try your hardest to distract yourself, cleaning up a last time before putting on a kids' movie and sitting on the couch with the baby. you're fidgeting with your fingers, you're nervous, anxious, almost near tears - your heart stops when you hear the keys jingle in the door. you freeze up, glancing at him from your place on the couch as he walks in, boots thudding heavy on the floor. he stretches with a groan, putting down his bag and hanging up his jacket before making his way over to the two of you. he stops right in front of you, arms crossed as he bends down - just to coo at his baby.

"there's my little angel, missed me?" he smiles softly, but quickly frowns as he seed the expression on your face. he knits his brows, staying leaned down to the two of you. "hey, whats the matter? you look like a kicked puppy, love." he chuckles gently, trying to coax a smile out of you, but it doesn't work. you look down at the yawning baby, grabbing at John's arms, wanting to be held.

you mumble another apology, causing him to huff in confusion before it dawns on him. "love, this isn't about the broken kettle, is it?" he asks, sighing softly as you keep quiet. he finally picks up the cooing baby, it immediately nuzzles into him. "wait here." he mutters softly, putting the sleepy baby down for a nap in the nursery before coming back to you. his arms are crossed, hes frowning, you barely even look at him; not even when he sits down next to you. "c'mere, bird." he murmurs, patting the side of his thigh, lifting his arm.

your eyes widen a bit, you hesitate before scooting closer. a strong arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "there there. you're okay love, it's alright." he says softly, quietly, as if talking to his little one. "there's no need to be scared, yea? I'm not angry." you glance up at him, still unsure. he kisses your head gently. "it's just a kettle. I'll get a new one tomorrow." his strong hand keeps a hold of your arm, caging you against his side, the other resting on your knee with the thumb rubbing gentle circles.

you mutter another apology as tears threaten to spill again, he shushes you gently. "no, no. none of that. and no tears either, bird. its okay. these things happen." he holds you tighter, soothing you gently as you nod. he holds you like this until he feels the tension in your body lessen, finally accepting his words and that he's not mad. he presses another kiss onto your head.

"just do me a favour next time.." he hums, his tone teasing as he bites back a chuckle. "if you don't like my kettle, tell me. no need to break it.

[uncannydevotion]

more jeff thoughts!! he’s haunting me!! so here���s a part two to this post lol. it's just tht post but in jeff's pov, really.

warnings: lots of mentions of murder, blood, stalking, abduction. jeff is his own warning, really.

wc: 1.8k words of the ramblings of a madman

ever since jeff was young, he’d always been a bit of a jerk.

it was never too much though, just... he never had a filter when it came to his words, and it got him in trouble more often than not. it made it hard for him to make friends, because he'd always say something mean and it would just make people dislike him.

but then you had come into his life.

you moved in next door, and you were just a few months younger than him but you followed him and liu around like a puppy because they were the only other two kids in the neighborhood, and none of the kids at school wanted to hang out with the new kid.

he had expected you to prefer liu over him, to be honest. liu was nice, liu never said anything mean to you, liu knew how to comfort you when you'd fall on the concrete and scrape your knees.

jeff wasn't mean, but he didn't say nice things. you'd scrape your knees and he'd call you an idiot for tripping before helping you off the ground while you held back tears.

he really thought you didn't like him.

but you would hang out with him, even when liu wasn't around. jeff would decide to go out into the forest to throw rocks into a creek and you'd follow after him. when you'd sleep over, you always slept in his room. he thought it was because he had a bunk bed, but who knows.

he remembers the day you called him your best friend like it was yesterday.

it had been scorching hot outside, so you, jeff, and liu were all sitting in the living room of your house while your parents and their parents were setting up some stuff in the backyard for a pool-party and cookout.

liu was playing some castlevania game on his ds, and you were watching some show on tv. jeff wasn't paying attention to the show, he was too busy staring up at the ceiling.

but at some point, you had tugged at the sleeve of his shirt to get his attention, and when you looked at you, you had asked if he'd be okay with you making him a friendship bracelet. he thought that friendship bracelets were dumb, but this seemed like something you were serious about, so he did keep that thought to himself, at least.

he just asked why you'd want to make him a friendship bracelet, and you looked at him, confused, 'you're my best friend, why wouldn't i?' and... huh. why did his heart just get really fast?

the day he moved away was the day the world began to end for him. he remembers a lot of crying. an embarrassing amount of crying, actually. he's not sure he's ever cried that hard before. but how could he not cry? he was leaving behind his only friend, after all.

you had given him that friendship bracelet, and it was awful. it was just a bit too big on his wrist, so he had to adjust it every so often to keep it from falling off, and the colors you chose for the design didn't go together. but you had made it with love, and it easily became one of the best gifts he'd ever been given.

it was hard, moving so many miles away from you. it was hard waking up every day and not heading over to your place to eat breakfast. it was hard being alone again. is this what you had felt when you moved next door to him? this aching loneliness? a feeling that not even his own brother could make go away.

it didn't help that some of the kids at his new school decided to make him the target of their bullying. it's fine, he thinks. he's had kids pick on him before, so he know how to handle it. besides, he'd always feel better after calling you, so it really didn't matter to him.

but then the main kid, randy, had the audacity to steal the bracelet you had given him. jeff, to this day, doesn't really remember what happened.

all he knows is that he saw red the moment the snotty kid tore the bracelet off his wrist, a few of the beads scattering onto the concrete. he just remembers his hands being bloody when liu pulls him off the crying kid. he remembers the police coming to his house later that day, and liu taking the fall for the fight.

he never got the bracelet back after the fight.

things only got worse after that. he felt angry almost all the time. and if he wasn't angry, he was just... unbearably sad. it was getting to the point where he didn't even want to talk to you anymore, because he didn't want you to know what was happening.

some friend he is, huh?

and when the fire incident happened... well. we all know what came after. the night he finally broke, jeff called you. there was blood on his hands, staining his clothes, dripping from the cuts on his face. he was shaking as he dialed the number of your mom's phone.

were you even awake? would you answer? why was he even callin-

"jeff?"

the loud noise in his head went quiet, and he felt like all the troubles he had felt, the act of atrocity he had just committed—and would continue to commit—none of it mattered. just the sound of your voice, of which he had deprived himself of for almost a month.

he didn't respond, he just stood there in the hallway, standing outside liu's bedroom door. but you must've heard him breathing, because you continued to speak, asking if he was okay.

jeff slowly pulled open liu's door. his brother was sleeping peacefully in his bed, unaware of the fact that jeff had just murdered their parents. your next words had caused him to pause, standing over liu's bed.

"i made you another bracelet. next time we see each other, i'll make sure to give it to you. so don't get into anymore accidents."

and he wanted to respond, but the words wouldn't come out, and then liu was opening his eyes, and jeff hung up the phone. jeff was gone by the time the police arrived, and he only had one destination in mind.

it took him longer than he would've liked, getting distracted by a few more murders and pretty much hitchhiking most of the way because everyone who pulled over to offer a ride would drive away the moment they saw his face. but in a few weeks, he was at your home. or what was supposed to be your home, that is.

you weren't there. you were gone. some random couple had taken your place. their names are on the long list of jeff's victims. it's okay. he doesn't know where you went, but he'll find you. one day, he will.

and as time went on, even though he was no longer a kid and well into his twenties, jeff found himself visiting your old home almost every year. his home was gone, burnt to the ground shortly after killing liu and his parents. your home was the closest he had to one.

you were never there. until one year, you were.

he didn't recognize you, not at first. but then he saw your name on an envelope he had snatched from your mailbox (add obstruction of correspondence to his list of many crimes) and it was like all his patience had paid off.

jeff didn't immediately reveal himself to you. he wanted to, trust me, but... he needed to know. needed to see what you had grown up to become, to see if you had anyone important in your life. like a lover. so... he stalks you, obviously. and one of the first things he noticed was the lack of keepsakes you had of him.

when he'd broken into your home while you were out at work and went through your stuff, he expected to find something of his. the cheap dog plush he'd won for you at an arcade once, or a photo, or a letter at the very least. but there was nothing.

it's like every memory of him had been wiped, and that left him feeling... angry, to be honest. did you want to forget he ever existed? did your friendship mean nothing to you? he'd almost been tempted to let his anger get the better of him and kill you, but he didn't.

as much as he didn't want to admit it, you were the one person he couldn't hurt.

instead, he hunted down your phone number and started calling you. you would answer every time, and he wouldn't talk. he'd listen. listen, and hope that maybe you'd figure out it was him.

but you never did. you'd always ask him to stop calling, ever polite, before hanging up. the cycle would repeat itself, until jeff saw you getting cozy with some guy at work.

aka, he just saw some dude chatting you up and you weren't turning his advances down. the only logical course of action was murder, obviously.

jeff held his phone up to his ear that night as he called, and you picked up almost immediately. the light in your room was on, so he knew you were home as he approached the backdoor in your kitchen.

"...jeff?"

and like that night, all those years ago, it's like everything in the world went quiet from the sound of your voice alone. he let out a sigh, something that sounded so fond, before picking up a rock and throwing it at the window of the door, shattering the glass and allowing him to unlock the thing.

pushing the door open, he can hear the way your breath hitches on the other end of the call. the glass on the ground crunches beneath his shoe as he walks inside.

it really did feel like coming home.

"you still have the bracelet you made for me, yeah?" he asks. but after all these years away from you, he thinks he deserves more than a bracelet.

you hang up. not unexpected, given the circumstances. but that doesn't stop jeff from making his way upstairs. he could hear you through your bedroom door, your voice shaking as you spoke on the phone.

you had dialed 911, it would seem.

there were tears streaming down your face by the time he opened the door to your bedroom. his heart was racing. he had been waiting, craving, this reunion for years, and it was finally happening.

you stopped speaking as soon as your gaze met his, and jeff could make out the operator's voice as they told you the police were on their way.

it's such a shame that by the time the police got there, you were nowhere to be found.

'notorious serial killer suspect in abduction of local resident. please call the hotline if you have any information on their whereabouts.'

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Homepage Lines - End of Golden Week (2025)

graphics and proofreading by myuntachis! text version under the cut!

Spring Troupe

Sakuya: I met Kasumi-san and her children by chance. We ended up going to the park to hang out.

Masumi: There’s no one at the dorm. Everyone’s probably either out or sleeping. … Hisoka’s sleeping too. Guess I’ll join him…

Tsuzuru: I went back to my family home for the extended holiday… Every time I go back home my little brothers look taller, so I get pretty emotional.

Itaru: BBQ by the riverside is a party animal activity… Welp, who am I to say no if people require my driving services.

Citron: We had a BBQ! But something went very wrong because of the kusaya the fish dealer gave us…

Chikage: We held an advice corner for the workshop’s exercises… It was a fulfilling holiday. Much better than working.

Summer Troupe

Tenma: I passed by the station and saw a comedy festival going on. Pretty sure Citrun were there.

Yuki: Muku and I ordered a cake so cute that we were a little hesitant to eat it.

Muku: I went to a sweets café with Yuki-kun! We shared many kinds of sweets.

Misumi: The workshop was fun! I was worried whether or not I could set a good example, but it seems everything went okay!

Kazunari: It’s GW and we can’t even go for a BBQ. Sadge~ Should I ask Itarun to lend us his car?

Kumon: Azami and I did a Street ACT for Children’s Day. I was a helmet, it was SO much fun!

Autumn Troupe

Banri: I can’t even catch a break during the extended holiday ‘cause there’s too many assignments to finish… I’ll go to a café to take a breather. Wanna come with, Director-chan?

Juza: I went to the cheesecake shop during Golden Week and saw Keiku. He was eatin’ the sweets like they were delicious again.

Taichi: I went for a drive with Azuma-san! I’m really grateful for how subtly he’s on the lookout…

Omi: Everyone enjoyed the workshop. The mentors this time were Chikage-san and Misumi.

Sakyo: The Ginsenkai guys’ kids came over to play during the holidays. I was babysittin’ them and… remembered how Bon used to be.

Azami: I did a Street ACT with Kumon on Children’s Day, but he startled me when he told me to play a koinobori all of a sudden.

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: I was a little lonely when I went back to my family home since Zabi was glued to Tasuku’s side the entire time. I wonder if he was cold…

Tasuku: Aniki got drunk and started messing with me when I went back to my family home with Tsumugi. … But well, I guess this kinda thing isn’t so bad every once in a while.

Hisoka: I slept in the courtyard because it was warm outside, and before I knew it Masumi was sleeping next to me. Sleeping outdoors feels good too.

Homare: I chanced upon Sakyo-san while paying a visit to the library and recommended he borrow my poetry collection.

Azuma: During Golden Week, I rode shotgun while our Puppy Boy drove. He’s gotten even better at driving, so it was quite comfortable.

Guy: Many people stayed up late during the holidays. I got to experiment with making midnight snacks thanks to them.

Backstage

Matsukawa: I was working during GW, but I finally managed to get some time off! My GW is only just starting~!

Tetsurou: I went… to a hot spring… This is��� a souvenir… manjuu…

Akashi: I ended up spending Golden Week with Rento-san… Being active during the holidays is fun, sometimes.

Rento: I bumped into Akashi while out shoppin’, so we hung out a lil~ It really is better ta spend holidays in high spirits!

Sakoda: Aniki told me to take the day off, so I’m thinkin’ of helpin’ Azami today… Huh, that’s not taking the day off?

[foryoufics]

BTS and YN

Your job is "mom" to everyone at the label, you make sure they're okay, you look after their well being, you're an assistant, a therapist, so on and so forth. You've been there for about 8 years, you're 27 years old and just months older than Jungkook and you're in an established relationship

Stuck In Elevator

Namjoon:

warnings: claustrophobia

"Namjoon, relax…..we’ve only been in here for….we left at 7:30?” 

“Mhm~” 

“It's only been…4 hours, and we’re here until morning” 

“How are you so calm!? We are in a small enclosed space, stuck dangling in some tube in the wall–,” he was rocking, had been for a while

You were both sitting on the floor so you crawl over and take his shoulders 

“You're about to hyperventilate, breathe….,” you show him how to breathe in and out slowly as he looks at you 

“How are you so calm?” 

“I like small enclosed spaces,” you give him a little smile and he's looking at you like you're insane 

“Okay, please explain?” 

“There’s no need,” you rub his upper arms 

“No, I need to know. Please,” he gives you puppy eyes and you sigh, unable to resist when he does that. You sit next to him, rubbing his leg that is shaking a thousand miles an hour 

“Leave him….,” he asks you for the millionth time since you've known him and you smile, he isn't in his right mind right now. You kiss his temple

“When I was a kid…..my closet was like a safe space….” 

“Like a little panic room?” 

“Something like that…,” you nod and chuckle 

“How come? It's the opposite for most people…..” 

“We don't need to talk about that” 

“Hey, you're always shrinking everybody else, humor me,” he chuckles and smiles at you with those damn dimples 

“When I was….about eleven….my mom….I guess her mind began to slip or something….she would get this blank stare and then she would come after me and my dad with knives. My closet then was filled with things, the whole house was, I had nowhere to hide….but….when I was fifteen, we moved, and I kept space in my closet and a clear path to it and I knew to go and hide in there anytime it happened….” 

“Shit……” 

“You're safe,” you take his hand in yours, “in here it's just us and our thoughts, I'll fight yours if you fight mine,” you chuckle, “so you can't be scared” 

“Yeah, your thoughts seem to have hands,” he laughs and you laugh, “I can do that if you leave him,” he jokes and you bring his head to lay on your shoulder 

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Seokjin:

Warnings: corny movies?

“Well, looks like we are having movie night here,” Seokjin says as he hangs up the phone. After the two of you had been stuck for a while and you had started pacing from anxiety he had called someone about fixing it. 

“What?” Your eyes widen. This was a regular thing, movie nights with Seokjin. 

“They said they can't do anything until morning, good thing we have snacks,” he says going through the bags of groceries you two had just bought for movie night and the kitchen at the label building

“Seokjin! We can't spend the night in here!! Food is going to go bad and melt!! People are going to say we are sleeping together!!” 

He tilts his head, “First of all, Ew~,” he makes a grossed out face at the thought, you know he's joking because he's using his finger in the air to make a point, “you want to sleep with me?” 

“No~, ew~,” you retort back, that was true, you were like favorite cousins 

“Alright, so who cares? And where else would we sleep?” He looks around the box and you laugh

“Yes, some things may go bad, we can just buy more, and nothing will melt if we eat fast enough,” he takes out a tub of ice cream, some chips, two drinks, and a bag of popcorn, and the candy; you had bagged the movie snacks separately 

“We don't have spoons and how are we going to watch anything?” You laugh sitting down next to him 

“Let's see what that mouth do,” he laughs, “use your tongue, and I saw you put your tablet in your purse earlier” 

“I did-?” You look in your purse, “oh shit, aight’ den,” you crack open your drink, “cheers, can we not do sci-fi tonight or anything where anything blows up?” You look around at the ceiling 

“Why?” 

“Because we’re kinda stuck in tube on God knows what level” 

“Okay, so what movie then? The Little Mermaid 2018, you love that one, you even forgive the lame quality tail” 

“No, not tonight, makes me think of us plummeting down–” 

“Shhh~,” he puts a finger covered in white cheddar from the popcorn to your lips

“EW JIN!” 

“Tangled?” 

“Yeah, yeah, Tangled is perfect,” you nod

“But she is trapped in a tower,” he makes a ‘make it makes sense’ face

“Yeah, but she gets out~,” you roll your neck and he nods in agreement and plays Tangled 

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Hoseok:

warnings: none, possible upcoming breakup

It has been four hours since the lift came to a stop with you and Hoseok in it. This was going to be a very boring night, and you couldn't be more thrilled about it to be honest. Now, he wasn't a boring person, he was Hobi after all. It was just that you two had such similar personalities. Any other time you two would be over exerting yourselves to be the happy energy in any room, that was just it though, over exerting yourselves. When you two came together alone, you were both so calm and relaxed because you're so comfortable around each other with no obligations to keep everyone else's energy levels up and keep energies high for everyone else that it honestly got to be exhausting for both of you. Quite draining in fact at times. This was one thing you loved about working with Hobi and being close to him, when it was just the two of you, you both got a break from being Mr Brightside. Most of the times he visited your office, there was like unspoken telepathy happening where you just knew what he was thinking, feeling, or if anything was wrong you just knew what it was, and most of the time he just came to not talk and it was a relief to both of you to just sit in silent company. Sometimes even when you were both happy, it was nice to just drop the smiles. So this evening when you were leaving to go to an awards show with him and the group to assist them after a long day of hearing people talk about themselves and their problems all day long when you thought a lot of it was their faults anyway, you were relieved you were getting to ride with Hobi, it would give you a chance to decompress in the car, and when the two of you got in the elevator and it stopped you both said nothing. No words were spoken. You both walked to the wall on the back of the elevator, stood beside each other (you couldn't say shoulder to shoulder because you're so much shorter than him), and like a perfectly choreographed dance the two of you never even practiced you both placed your backs on it and slid to sit down at the same time and leaned your heads back with your eyes closed and sighed in relief, saying all that you needed to say. You sat this way for a while until you moved your right leg up folding it to rest your elbow on so it wasn't laying straight anymore and he did the same with his left; you could tell you were both getting slightly bored and antsy at this point and neither of you had the physical energy to move nor mental energy to talk, but, your brains and limbs needed to keep busy somehow you search your purse and find your diary and a pen. You open it to a clean page and make a tic tac toe board and pass it to him. After a game or two of that it became to predictable so you made a square with a hundred dots to play Dots. 

“What is that?” He laughs 

“It's Dots, or Squares. There's all these dots arranged like this and you take turns each drawing one line at a time connecting two dots, each time your line closes off a square you put your initial in it and whoever has the most at the end wins” 

He nods and the game begins with your diary going back and forth; this wasn't a short game so you eventually talk. 

“Hope……” 

“Yeah?” 

“I'm off the clock….as friends ……nevermind” 

“What?” 

“Have you ever thought that I–” 

“Can do better, yes.” 

“Damn, okay,” you laugh and he smiles and holds the page up in front of him for a better look at what move to make when something falls out from between one of the pages, “what's this?” He reaches and picks it up. A envelope addressed to him you had stuck on the page for the previous Valentine's Day.The door is opened as someone lets you both out and there is a silent car ride to the event; not awkward at all, that isn't sarcasm at all, it wasn't awkward in the slightest but he did stick the envelope in his chest pocket. He would normally get the door for you but at events body guards got them, so you get out and walk around to walk behind him. He takes your hand and starts walking up the steps

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Maknae Line:

Warnings: not really a warning but this takes place after a breakup

"Okay, we are going to be here until morning so please guys please, let's get along and make the best of it” 

That lasted all of thirty minutes until ⅗ of you started getting hungry. Yes, you were counting the unborn passenger inside you, yours and Jimin’s, long story that for the sake of time you chop up to after your breakup a few months ago one thing led to another. First the breakup, then a stressful month at work, why would the elevator not break? First your stomach growled causing Jimin to get worried and over bearing, then Jungkook got hungry and then Jimin got hungry, and hungry became hangry and none of you knew what the two of them were bickering about. It was somehow started with you and you weren't even part of the argument.

“SHUT UP!!!” You and the just as much frustrated Tae finally shout over the back and forth

“Thankyou Tae, guys, you're stressing me out-,” you sigh and grab your purse to look for some scrap of snack or candy or something. You find a milky way, a three musketeer, and a bag of chips and pass one to each of them. You had decided to sit with Taeyhung a while ago, you start standing again and he and Jimin each take a arm to give you a hand, noticing that you’re shaking, they sit you back down gently.

“Her sugar….Gguk, give me half of that,” Jimin makes gimmie fingers behind him as he and Taeyhung help you sit again. Jimin was panicking. “Jimin, I'll be fin-” “You could seize at any second! Don't tell me you're fine!” 

Jungkook with no contestments broke off half of his candy bar and passed it to his hyung, they all look worried. 

“Thankyou Bunny….,” you eat it to appease them and your body, well, to attempt to appease them and your body

“Shit, shit shit,” Jimin gives you his bag of chips and starts pacing 

“Hyung, hyung, breathe, breathe,” Tae pulls him to the furthest corner from you and tries to pull him back to his senses and Jimin nods 

“Listen can we all just please calm down, I'm starting to really stress out,” you plead to all of them, “here, I have games,” you pull out your deck of fancy Back To The Future playing cards, and a deck of BTS Uno cards.

They nod and gather around you sitting on the floor 

“We can all download monopoly on our phones too,” Jungguk suggests and Taeyhung nods because it's a good idea, Jimin nods because he didn't feel like talking 

“That's a great idea, so, which one should we play?” You ask them smiling, taking a bottle of water and bottle of Gatorade from your purse and drinking some of each but offering to share it; they accept the offer but let you have most of it, only taking sips when they couldn't go any longer without something. You all decided to play War for a while and the mood lightened, you all enjoying the games until you fall asleep. Jimin makes his jacket into a pillow, Taeyhung covers you with his and they sit talking in whispers until apparently morning arrives and you're all let out when someone comes to fix the elevator. Taeyhung carries your sleeping form, it was a back and forth with him and Jimin but they agreed after a minute that was the safest, Jungkook grabs your purse and carries it, and Jimin drove; you wake up in a doctor’s office.

“It was one ni-,” Jimin shoots you a death glare and you put your hands up in surrender. “We just love you Noona,” the two younger men kiss your temples. “I love you guys too,” you hug them

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Yoongi:

Warnings: none just this one is really short, drinking I guess

When you and Yoongi first got stuck you sat there in awkward silence for a about ten minutes before he broke it by saying, "what first?" and unloading his pants pockets and his sweater pockets and socks of the tiny shot bottles he had stolen from his hotel room

"Yoongs~, do we need to talk?"

"Aren't you off the clock? No, I was just prepping to go on stage"

"You right," you shrug and browse the options, "ooo~ Hypnotic, yes," you smash all three of those and two of the Jacks, he has four Jacks and four vodka ones. You loved drunk Yoongi, you knew you would have fun tonight and you did, you laughed so hard that you were begging him to stop making you but he didn't and you fell asleep half on top of each other, only to be woken up the next day and hiss at whoever was letting the light in

[hearted-anon]

Clingy bread, happy ferret

Words: 1, 126 Note: I loved writing this the silly friendship Requested by: @hetashi-takashimaya T/w: None, soft all the way Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya-apollos-kid @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one Lee: Jeongin Ler: Hyunjin

At first, when Minho, Chan and Changbin had left their respective dorms together for a night out shopping, the rest didn’t think much of it, or rather even jumped at the opportunity to spend more time with each other without the courtesy of nagging elders around to tell them to put their shoes outside before coming it. Well mostly except Seungmin and Felix’s dorm, which were left full and cosy together, or Hyunjin and Changbin’s dorm, where the oddly swapped roles made the dancer feel like he just lost a child at home. But no one even questioned where they went, the trio had just left like nothing was wrong and no one was suspicious at all, weird.

Originally thinking he was going to be cooped up at home all day without his dear ‘wife’ to entertain him, he was shocked to hear a knock at his front door, knowing that Jisung was probably crashing at Felix and Seungmin’s place again for the millionth time for who knows what, it only meant that Jeongin could be at his front door. But Jeongin loved to be alone, what was the reason for his visit this time? Nonetheless, the ferret was excited to have some company anyway, having just about called Changbin for the tenth time with no respond to his dismay.

“Innie? What brings you over?” Hyunjin asks curiously, eyes widening when he saw the younger in what looked to be pyjamas, an eye cover loosely hanging over his unbrushed hair and a large pillow in hand. The vocalist didn’t respond to his question, only barging himself in and making himself at home with a whine, the smell of pre-made tomato soup making his nose scrunch and stomach growl. There was no way he just woke up, Hyunjin pondered, but with no adult supervision who wouldn’t want to just sleep the day away?

“Alright alright, lay on the couch, I’ll make you something to eat,” Hyunjin assured, leading the fox to the couch. Feeling the soft fabric against his waist, Jeongin didn’t hesitate to fall into the plush feeling instantly, holding his dear pillow close to him. Chuckling at the sight under his breath, he wrapped the eye cover back onto the younger, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead before rummaging through their kitchen; they had to have some sandwiches made somewhere. Finally emerging victorious with a handmade tuna sandwich that he had made in case of emergency hunger, he unwrapped it slowly, sniffing it to ensure it wasn’t spoilt yet.

As he tried to find some orange juice to get some nutrients into the vocalist, he screamed when arms wrapped around his waist timidly, seeing a brown mushroom of hair snuggling into his back. Jeongin looked up at him almost pleadingly, like a puppy that was begging for affection. And who was Hyunjin not to give that to him? Shaking his head fondly, he brought the maknae into his chest, scratching his scalp lovingly while the other hand worked hard not to spill any orange juice into the glass cup that was threatening to spill over.

“More..I miss Channie Hyung..more attention..” Jeongin finally speaks up, voice hoarse from the lack of noise having slept for so long. Hyunjin stares down at him with hearts in his eyes practically, he couldn’t believe the Yang Jeongin was asking him for attention. Forget the food, Hyunjin slowly lifts up the vocalist as if he’s made of glass, cuddling him closely on the couch before placing a few kisses on top of his head. His heart was practically going to explode, taking at least 10 pictures to flex on the other members later on when he’s available.

“Missing Hyung huh? Well I’ll be here to keep you company Kay? Want anything? Just a few little tickles?” Hyunjin manages to slip the question in discreetly, how could he even hold back that urge to just wiggle his fingers on the fox’s sides when his cheek is squished against his chest, fingers wrapped around his waist snugly and seeking for more warmth. It was as if he wanted to tempt Hyunjin.

“Mmh..please..mhehe!” The younger squeaks when he feels fingers softly spidering up and down his sides, pulling the most innocent giggles that made Hyunjin want to knock himself over and faint. He looked too adorable, nose all scrunched up and curling up to no avail, it was too much for his heart.

“Ehehe! It- It tickles!” Jeongin squeals, but makes no attempt to even remotely move the fingers anywhere, going so far as to curl in closer to the ferret, making him coo in endearment. Maybe he should do this to Changbin, would he look just as cute as this?

“Silly thing, it’s supposed to tickle.” Hyunjin replies with a smile so wide he could’ve split entire worlds with it, it was quite rare to see the maknae in a clingy mood like this, almost as if this was some alternate universe and the roles were swapped between them for once.

“Aha! Nohot my tummy!” The elder could’ve sworn an arrow pierced his heart and put it back together in milliseconds when his fingers scribbled over Jeongin’s stomach gently, seeing how he flopped backwards onto the couch like a little puppy. He tried his best to push away the artist’s hands, but it only felt like a dog pawing at him, and was it cute? Yes. Did he love it? Yes.

“Yes your tummy. All the little tummy tickles is what you want eh?” Hyunjin coos, and it’s only when he hears the faint rumbling of the younger’s stomach along with a tiny vibration that hinted him to stop, seeing his rosy little cheeks and a wide dimpled smile late in the afternoon was killing him and his cheeks, getting up from the couch to get the vocalist’s food.

“Thank you Hyung..” Jeongin sheepishly thanks when he sees the food and drink on the table, taking small sips and nibbles here and there. Despite thinking his cuddly mood was all over when there were only crumbs and drops of his meal left on their coffee table, the fox came crawling back almost immediately, making a little nest on his lap before snoring away once more. He was going to die here soon if Chan didn’t pick him up soon, deciding a nap would be the best course of action not to die from a heart attack of cuteness anytime soon.

The squeals of awe when Chan and Changbin came back to the sight of the duo snuggled up on the couch together was loud enough to wake them up, a sleepy Jeongin practically crushing Chan’s arm while Hyunjin basically tore Changbin’s ears off with nagging yet again for being home late.

[anthonyed]

so i was at work, doom scrolling and i thought: might as well write something

At first, everything’s fine and dandy. They go out or just order in, sometimes when Tony feels slightly fancy, he gets Dum-E to switch on the fake candles because real fire is hazardous and they pop it up on the coffee table.

Most of the time however, it’s Steve bringing down something from the kitchen with his signature unimpressed expression because Tony lost track of the time again.

It was a fickle thing, something slipped between self deprecating humor and a joke to which Steve said, if they never tried they wouldn’t know so that’s essentially what’s surging through Tony’s veins when he catches Steve by his chin and kisses his lips.

Two whole months of dancing around propriety and wants then a single drop of marinara under Steve’s lips finally opened up the doorway. The kind of enthusiasm with which Steve responded after the first hitch of his breath however, was not what Tony expected at all.

“Jesus,” he whispers because in the face of miracle, there is no one else to recall.

It kind of progresses that way, first kiss quickly evolving into first handjob then the rest of it follows like an avalanche; quickly smothering.

Six months later, Tony finds himself breathless. So he starts to slip away in the name of much needed space. It’s horrible, he knows. He’s commiting an unforgivable sin in the face of two very blue eyes that look at him worse than any puppy does.

It’s always Stark Industries needing his time or on some occasions, something about improving their gears and suits and on one Friday, when Tony smiles sheepishly and asks Steve to go to bed without him, he’s faced with an immovable blonde at the entrance of the workshop half an hour later.

“Steve?” He asks, quiet and curious because this is a first.

The man looks like he’s biting on a lemon wedge but refuses to acknowledge it. “I’m gonna sleep on that couch,” he nods at the worn out furniture at the opposite corner where they usually perch onto to eat.

Tony looks back at Steve with his throw blanket under one armpit and a pillow in his hand. “You can keep working, I won’t make a sound,” he bargains.

Tony feels something break raw and tender within him

“Yeah,” he inhales, wringing his hand for something to do because he’s never had anyone ask him anything like this before. “Is everything okay?” He questions because he’s surprised and stupefied all rolled into one and it’s hard to work on anything except try to figure out this new puzzle thrust into his face right now in the shape of a big, blonde, and very handsome boyfriend.

Steve pauses one step into the workshop looking for all intent and purpose like a kid caught stealing from the cookie jar. All wide baby blue eyes and two very red eartips. He coughs rough, clears his throat and shrugs one shoulder while staring at the floor. “I don’t like sleeping alone.”

“Oh,” Tony says, because he’s distracted by the way Steve looks, all sheepish and ashamed which prompts him to offer, “That’s alright. You can sleep here whenever you want.”

“Really?” Steve asks, like he's real gobsmacked.

Tony nods but his insides go o-oh. Because the thing is, it’s less about overwhelming and more about the more he spends time with Steve, the deeper he falls for him which - frankly, he was already halfway there to start with. Growing up a Captain America fan then Steve just has to be that good in reality while every bit of his flaws on the other hand - the parts of him that wasn’t so comic-perfect superhero - they only added to his charms and by the time Tony kinda, sorta, asked him out, he was already tipping over the edge.

Now he’s hung on the cliffside and cliffside’s good as far as his history goes. He’s been here before with Pepper and even with that bastard Stone. Cliffside got the imprints of his fingers in solid dents where they perfectly and he can just hang on until the danger of falling fades and the drop point starts looking higher than when it all began and he can safely jump and never break a bone even when there’s no one to catch him at all.

But if he falls now and there’s no one to catch him down there, he will shatter his heart worse than when Howard handed it over all fractured and second time around, Tony’s not sure he can put it back together.

So when Steve asks to spend more time at his sanctuary, wanting to just lay low and quiet while Tony does his own thing - because he doesn’t like sleeping alone apparently - that fucking cliffside with the shape of Tony’s fingers starts crumbling; shedding stones and pebbles and the drop point from where he’s hung has never looked any fucking lower in his entire life.

“Fuck,” he muffles a cuss into his palm and wipes over his mouth. The temperature in the workshop suddenly feels higher. Steve on the other end has laid down, one pillow under his head, the blanket covering up to his hips and he’s staring fixedly at his phone.

Tony sits back on his roller chair and turns away. But looking at the blue lights in the air, he can think of nothing but the other man there. Just so he doesn’t look like an idiot, he grabs a circuit board and some miniature tools and makes it look like he’s busy.

Steve doesn’t make a single sound, just as he promised he would. Even after an hour passed, he’s silent in his corner and this time when Tony looks around, he’s got his eyes closed, a hand thrown above his head, one toe peeking out the edge of the blanket and Tony’s hand starts to itch.

Ten seconds later, he’s walking over as quietly as he can, watching carefully for any movement behind Steve’s eyelids which never shows. But he knows, there is no way the super soldier is fully asleep just like that. Especially in the sound of someone approaching.

But for a stolen moment - without that fear of falling and anxiety - his stupid heart hums with affection as he pulls the blanket lower to cover Steve’s feet properly and he gives in.

He gives in to that urge for some contact because he can’t help but yearn when Steve looks like that; picture perfect specimen of an unfairly attractive male who also happens to be the very sharp tongued and a stubborn asshole that is his Steve. So he gives in and bends down to give a kiss to Steve’s smooth forehead.

“You can’t possibly be asleep,” he smiles into it.

The seconds stretch in silence then there’s lashes flickering open, butterfly kisses over Tony’s cheek and he combs the hair back over Steve’s forehead before planting another kiss. “Scoot over,” Tony whispers, nudging Steve inside so he can fit himself in the curve of Steve’s body and perhaps then, his heart will stop thundering.

Steve goes easy. Curves an arm under Tony’s waist and pulls him in with a kiss to the back of his ear. “Stop pulling away from me, he murmurs. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Do you? Really?” Tony looks over his shoulder, sceptical. Steve buries a cold nose in the crook of his neck making him shudder. There’s a brush a kiss in there as well. A pull to mold their bodies closer and it aches at his joints like Steve’s trying so hard to cling on.

“You’re running away from me,” Steve calls out, wet lips grazing Tony’s ear. “You’re scared.”

Tony snorts, “You bet.” He feels Steve’s large hands enveloping his own, his long leg drapes over, pulling Tony bodily back in.

“Don’t run,” Steve kisses the crown of his head. The plea in his words doesn't go unheard. It plants a seed of hope in Tony’s chest; something to grow - answering Steve’s calling like he’s the morning sun, water and soil.

“What if -,” Tony’s breath catches. The words break loose and he screws his eyes shut. Holds Steve back just as hard as he does.

Steve who shushes him and presses his mouth close to where Tony’s ear is. Steve who breathes, “I’m right here,” like its a promise he’ll keep and Tony wants - oh. He ever so wants to reach out and grab Steve’s hand.

Like an ivy wrapping all around a saving branch, wanting to climb out of the mess it was born in and he wants. He wants to let go of that cliffside and fall with his eyes closed and -

So what if he meets the ground? What if his spine breaks and his body comes loose? What if his heart shatters and it can never be mended and what if he bleeds out crimson and wet in the middle of the road. What if -

What if Steve doesn’t catch him at all?

What if Steve catches him, though?

There’s so many things, so many risks and so many fears but when Steve breathes his name and says don’t run and come back - Tony thinks that if there ever is anyone at all he would risk his all for, there is no one better than Steve.

Because right then, Steve holds him like he's about to shatter into nothing if Tony lets go of him.

So he turns over in that suffocating hug, kisses Steve's awaiting mouth and he dares himself to breathe. Slow and easy.

catch me in ao3

[ghost-bxrd]

So I've seen you post a lot about Dick and Calvin recently, and I wanted to know how you thought Calvin would react, in this Calvin gets adopted by Bruce kind of au, to:

1). Jason's death, in the assumption Calvin can't prevent it (And subsequently what he would do to Joker for it.)

2) Damian's early childhood.

3) Tim's Tim-ness.

4) How Calvin would react to the Batman Robin situation, when he finally learns about it.

I haven't gotten the opportunity to learn much about Calvin, but you have me interested, I'm a sucker for overly traumatized characters, and I am looking for the comics with him!

We can never have enough Calvin Rose content, that boy is so underrated 🥺💚

1. Pfpfpfpf you know for ONCE I wanted to go with “Jason doesn’t die in this Au” but you asked and I shall deliver hehehe.

Look, Calvin adores children. And it’s no different with Jason, whom he basically helped Bruce raise from the moment he came to the manor. (Bruce is a good dad here but emotions are not his forte. Calvin picks up the slack.)

So we’ve got a former Talon basically raising Jason, sharing a lot of his interests, teaching him fun escape techniques and pranking the others…

Only for Jason to die in Ethiopia. Beaten within an inch of his life and then blown up.

Because his birth mother sold him to the Joker.

Look, there’s very few things that make Calvin snap. Canonically it only happens when his loved ones are in danger/threatened, or children are being hurt.

And this one ticks off both boxes.

Calvin doesn’t kill if he can help it. Hasn’t done so since that one time with the Court, and that instance still haunts him in his sleep. But this?

Yeah. He’s not losing any sleep over killing Joker. He’d hunt the clown and put him down like a rabid animal. Cold, clean, and efficient. No drawing it out.

2. As mentioned before, Calvin adores kids. I don’t think they’d meet before Damian comes to the manor though, so no early early childhood shenanigans. But when Damian arrives, all entitled and clearly having been conditioned from a very young age, he gives Bruce a very deadpan “You do know you don’t get a discount for the amount of traumatized kids you take in, right?”

Damian is a stabby little shit that tries to kill Calvin at every turn. Dick thinks it’s hilarious. Damian becomes progressively more angry because Calvin doesn’t break a sweat side stepping each and every attempt. (Talon training pays off)

Calvin just lets Damian “burn off his excess energy” (“You do know he’s a kid and not a puppy, right?”) and uses the time the boy isn’t actively trying to murder him to child proof the manor again. Just to piss Damian off.

Having the kid try to poison him at dinner that day is so worth it.

Damian reluctantly warms up to Calvin over the next few weeks when the former Talon proves annoyingly helpful at setting up his room and helping him with training. (Although Damian turns his nose up every time Calvin obviously handles him with kiddie gloves. But the man point blank refuses to do anything else.)

3. Calvin spends a week around Tim and all his alarm bells for “neglected child” are going off like autotune in his brain.

Considering it’s still very close to Jason’s death tho it would take him some time to truly warm up to Tim.

Tim wishes Calvin remained as distant as he was the first year or so (no he doesn’t) because now Calvin has strictly limited his daily caffeine intake, is forcing him to eat at least three healthy meals a day, and actually set a bed time for him.

Tim is outraged (flustered) about being treated like a kid (like the kid he is).

4. Depending on who’s Robin when he finds out the reactions would vary greatly, but he still wouldn’t be happy that Bruce is taking kids out onto the streets at night to fight criminals either way. It remind him too much of the Court for comfort, grooming children into the percent assassin.

After a while though he’d realize that Bruce would love nothing more than for his Robin(s) to hang up the mantle and just live their lives to the fullest, and that they’re simply too stubborn and determined to fight crime with Batman to stay at home. With our without permission.

It helps that Bruce is clearly distressed and close to benching Robin whenever Dick/Jason comes back from patrol with a bruise. Never mind an actual injury.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Dadkovsky and Clara

i LOVE their dynamic, so here’s some content

Daniil is THE reluctant caretaker

He acts like he doesn’t give a fuck about Clara, she’s just some insane brat stepping on the toes of professional adults, but the MOMENT he realizes something is actually wrong with her, he goes STRAIGHT into Dad Mode

And he didn’t even know he had a Dad Mode!

Pet names? Pet names

“Sweetheart” and “pumpkin” are his go-to for her

He questions her choice in bottoms. Her legs are going to get cold!

As such, he’s CONSTANTLY nagging her about putting on pants

“Oh, is the great Bachelor worried for me?” “No, you just look idiotic.”

(He is worried about her)

He doubts the Saburov’s ability to take care of Clara, especially given all her strange…quirks

Sometimes he finds her asleep on benches outside, groans to himself, and wonders if he REALLY wants to deal with this today. And then he trundles over to her and wakes her up, telling her she can sleep at the Stillwater instead of out in the elements.

“God, DON’T look at me with those eyes!”

He once let her use his coat because she was shivering (probably because she doesn’t wear pants), and he genuinely thought he was never gonna get it back (he did. very reluctantly)

He’s the type to worriedly insult Clara when something and happens. like, “what did you do, you stupid girl?”

He and Clara throw jabs at each other constantly, but one day, Clara was just in a really bad mood, and Daniil made a comment, and she just burst into tears

Cue Daniil going, “wait, no, no, no, don’t cry!” and frantically trying to get her to stop

Daniil Very Quickly learned that Clara is EXTREMELY touchy-feely and has no concept of personal space At All

One time, he snapped at her for hanging on him, and she looked like a kicked puppy after, so he heaved a sigh and apologized before explaining that she can’t just go and always get in people’s personal space bubble whenever she wants. She understood well enough!

She still likes using him as her own personal piece of furniture, though

She’s just very touch-starved and craves affection more than food

Speaking of food!

If Daniil has some to spare, he’ll give Clara some food

She always refuses it, though

Which makes him snap at her for being so humble in the time of a famine

After the Plague has ended and Daniil and Artemy become a thing (because we all know those two want to be together), Daniil is even more adamant on getting Clara to eat

Among other things

He’s lucky enough to have found a family in this damn town

Clara has nobody anymore

And although she acts like she doesn’t care, Daniil knows that’s not true

The poor kid is lonely. She wants a family again. But, as brash as she may be, she doesn’t want to impose, especially on Daniil and Artemy

When she invades the house (which happens a lot), Daniil forces her to take a bath while he washes her clothes and that stupid beanie

Daniil tried to teach her how to swim (because i just know that girl can’t)

“Get over here and let me fix you” -Daniil, 24/7

I headcanon Clara with claws because she’s a weird little earthborn creature and deserves freaky bestial traits, and Daniil attempts (key word: ATTEMPTS) to clip them because they’re a safety hazard for EVERYONE, including herself, and she is SO DRAMATIC about it. yowling and crying like a dog getting its nails trimmed. Daniil thinks it’s amusing. and then she bites him.

She once fell asleep in his lap, and he Could Not Move

[sheepthing]

decided to make some agere headcanons for obey me cause ive been obsessing over it for a lil bit ^_^ unfortunately ive only got enough motivation to do the three oldest demon brothers, so i might the others another time (also minor swear warning in levis, but its just one swear word)

NSFW/K1nk/DD1G/ETC DO NOT REBLOG/INTERACT

Lucifer

Flip definitely, is mainly a caregiver but if he trusts someone than he’ll regress around them

He only takes care of his brothers and MC, is extremely unwilling to take care of anyone else

When caregiving, hes strict but loving, but is very weak to puppy eyes

Tends to make sure the littles in his care follow something that at least resembles a schedule, but knowing his brothers theyll get off course some way or another

If he trusts the MC alot than theyll be his go-to caregiver, trusting them enough to go into littlespace

Has a big age range, regressing between 1-16

When in babyspace than Lucifer is v cuddly but also v clingy and fussy, will cling to his cg as much as he possibly can, he sleeps alot in this headspace so naps are frequent

In toddlerspace hes still v fussy, but he’ll also be v giggly at the same time, hes also pretty content just playing around w his toys n coloring

In his kid, preteen n teen space he tends to be more independent, tho depending on if hes at the younger end of his range than he might ask for help a tiny bit more often, but is overall pretty independent

He keeps his dark aesthetic in littlespace, wearing alot reds, grays n black, he might wear the occasional white or blue depending on the holiday or his mood

His favorite shows depend on old hes regressed to, if hes in babyspace n toddlerspace than he’ll enjoy shows such as Bluey, if hes in kidspace than Lucifer tends to watch shows such as Wild Kratts, preteenspace than That’s So Raven/Raven’s Home n than in teenspace he drifts towards horror-centric webshows such as Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared

His pronouns tend to change when regressed, going from he/him to she/him/bird

Mammon

Baby regressor through n through

Regresses young, around 0-2 years

CLINGY, especially when it comes to Lucifer n the MC, he will cry if hes regressed n Luci or the MC cant care for him for whatever reason

Ironically doesnt enjoy caregiving, he already deals w chaotic younger brothers day to day, he doesnt wanna deal w them during what he considers his relaxation time

His aesthetic changes slightly, swapping the browns he usually wears for shades of orange, but other than that, his aesthetic stays relatively the same

Has ALOT of pacis, mostly given to him by Lucifer n the MC, his favorite one is this plain yellow paci w a single jewel in the middle

Tends to babble alot when regressed if hes not cranky, eating or tired/asleep

Pronouns also change when regressed, going from it/him to it/crow/gold

Watches those baby sensory videos

Ngl, I dont have many agere related Mammon hcs 😔😔

Leviathan

Flip, and is an older kid to preteen regressor, specifically to 8-13 n doesnt really have a preference for either

Tends to be a lil bit more willing to socialize when regressed, at least w his brothers, caregivers n other regressors

He tends to only let his brothers (w the exception of Mammon) n the MC take care of him when regressed tbh, anyone else n he’ll refuse to let them take care of him

Uses a paci cause of his oral fixation, but if hes in the mood to chew on something than he’ll use food to satisfy his fixation

Tends to hang around Mammon (likes having him watch him play) n Beel (likes to nap w him) the most, but doesnt mind hanging around Satan (who likes having Levi read some of his more kid friendly manga to him)

Likes painting his nails n drawing while regressed n will usually paint the other ‘s nails if they ask

Is a very awkward CG when not regressed n is playing the role of Big Brother, n usually enjoys having at least one other CG w him just in case he fucks up

If he ever gets comfortable n confident w his CG skills, than hes not afraid to whip out the things that he learned growing up while taking care of his younger brothers, especially if we’re talking about a particularly bratty Avatar of Wrath

Pronouns do change depending on if hes being a CG or is currently regressing

His preferred pronouns is normally he/him, but when regressed its he/sea n when hes being a CG its she/her

Doesnt mind being called Mama/Momma or Mommy when shes watching over littles, but it does embarrass her

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

I love how these two don't give a flying fuck about their own safety but when it's about the safety of their best friend? Their childhood buddy? Their good-time pal?? Their brother in arms?!

You better goddamn believe they'll take that seriously.

Dick's all 'oh a bunch of assassins and mob bosses are after me and I'm injured but it's fine, I got this handled-' and Wally already has the man tucked into the pullout couch bed at his house before he's finished the sentence.

Wally's all 'okay so I know that the future version of me is dead on the floor and I'm supposed to die after fighting a fire BUT I can't not help if there are people who need me, so I'll just fight this forest fire and-' Meanwhile Dick already has 60 tranq darts locked and loaded and the floor lined with anti gravity beams.

[riotlain]

Slashers' Werewolf S/o

school is crazy

BACK TO MY LONG POSTS

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Poly Ghostface

Along with the various Ghostface killings theres been another bit of murder

"Animal attacks" the news said

You just avoided the news because of it before yall dated

After a while of dating you told them about the whole werewolf situation

They didnt believe til they saw it

You were quite docile with them

They gave you the nickname, Wolfy

Mainly Stu uses it but yknow Billy does too sometimes to tease you

Youre surprisingly docile while in wolf form

Well around them atleast

You mainly just follow them around which leads to you being apart of the whole Ghostface thing

Billy hates the fur so much. Stu doesnt mind it though

Yes theres dog toys in Stu's house for you

It surprisingly works

Stu's parents aint home often but whenever they are and you're transformed they hide you in his closet or bathroom

Billy gives good massages if you complain enough about the after pain of shifting and all that

Michael Myers

Yall were in the penitentiary for... different reasons

You both escaped at different times and eventually you ended up a tattered mess infront of Michael's lil house place

He wouldve killed you if he didnt see you turn from a werewolf thing to a human

Hey he recognized you! You were that patient who escaped a bit after him!!

Michael doesnt know how to feel about the werewolf thing

Yea youre enjoyable when youre a human but as a dog thing?? He usually jusy puts you outside

One of these times though you got hurt and he stopped doing it💀

Carries you around in both forms. Very strong man

Hates the fur hates the fur

*sprays water at you to get off the couch*

Jason Voorhees

Jason was never allowed any pets as a kid

Not saying your his pet but in your wolf form he treats you just like a dog

Yall definitely wrestle. HES A STRONG LAD HE CAN TAKE IT

He wont make you hunt trespassers or anything if you dont want to (Depending on how well you can control yourself when turned💀)

Gives the best massages when youre sore from shifting hes so gentle with it🫶🫶

Will hold you like a baby

You hurt him on accident once and never lived it down😭😭

Your fur feels nice to him

Will steal a brush from a trespasser to brush you out

Will lose his shit if you accidentally walk into a trap

Vincent Sinclair

Youre used to waking up in random places. Ambrose was the place this time

Vincent saw you turn from wolf to human and wanted to keep you around

HE THINKS ITS SO COOL OK

He wants you to be a model for him but thats near impossible bc you never sit still

Please dont eat the wax statues😭

You arent allowed in his work room when transformed. Youre usually outside tho when you are so it dont matter too much

So you hang around Lester and Josie on those nights

Or he calms you down to where you sleep

Likes laying on your fur

Hates the slobber hates the slobber

Has many drawings of you🫶

Bo Sinclair

Acts like he hates that you transform

But he loves it and gives you so much affection in wolf form (you remember it all but dont tell him)

He hates the fur as well

"QUIT CHEWIN' ON MY HAT Y/N!"

Theres a dog bed in his garage

Like yea you always curl up next to him but still its there for you

Would prefer if you hunted some runaway victims but yknow you dont gotta

Will fold if you did puppy eyes at him

Lester Sinclair

Loves you so much

You're Jonsie's bestie

Mainly feeds you roadkill to keep you away from eating the wax statues😭

talks about you so much to his brothers

Youre great for collecting roadkill but you scare the travelers alot

Treats you like a big dog but knows your boundaries

Def gave you the nickname Puppy

Learned how to make tea to soothe you after you turn back

Bubba Sawyer

YOURE A WHAT??? HOW THE HELL DID YOU END UP IN TEXAS

You woke up in a basement with blood in and around your mouth and a large man infront of you in an apron or something in fear

Bubba (and nubbins) had to convince Hoyt to keep you

Loves your abilities so much

Nubbins or Choptop usually try to rough house with you

You shed so much especially since its FUCKING TEXAS

Hoyt literally hates it so much

"GODDAMNIT THERES FUR ON MY SHIRT!!"

Gnaw on the bones of victims why dont you

Hoyt calls you mutt sorry😭

Bubba loves your fur

Just loves to ruffle it

Thinks your sharp teeth are really cool

Does not know what to do when youre in pain or sore from shifting back

Thinks your dying ngl and panics so much

He eventually understands youre sore and tried to give you massages

Thomas Hewitt

Near same thing to Bubba. HOW THE HELL DID YOU END UP IN TEXAS

Never allowed pets as a kid so when you just lay on his lap as a wolf he loves it so much

Doesnt mind the fur too much

Just tries to keep it away from the food

Monty has locked you outside in your wolf form multiple times and Tommy boy literally loses his shit

Monty is a hater

Luda may loves you though

Finds petting you therapeutic

Doesnt mind the slobber or anything

Gives you limbs of victims sometimes to gnaw on

Billy Lenz

Been literally stalking in your house for a while so he knows

His calls have more dog jokes in them calling you Puppy/doggy instead of piggy

Has barked at you

You kinda knew he was up there after the second time you shifted and heard him being... well him

You intimidate him so much hes so inlove with you

Smells your fur like alot

Theres saliva in your fur and a good amount is from him💀💀

You bit him once so he bit you back

Grabs your tail and ears alot to be annoying

Brahms Heelshire

Was also never allowed pets as a kid

Is scared at first. He knows werewolves as scary monsters that eat people! You wouldnt eat him right??

Eventually gets used to it

Cuddles his head against your chest

Your fur feels so nice to him

Ngl he just treats you like a dog?? Like how he treats the rats ngl

He'll give you food and then gently pat your head

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Jesse didnt believe in that stuff until you

Dont lick him on the head omfg💀💀

You shifted at work once and it scared everyone

Bro was just like "Aww my boyfriend🥰🥰"

Will trim your nails. Even if youre trying to go against it hes going to trim them

Enjoys brushing your fur

Preston hates how you always end up growling at him when hes around

It makes him look bad infront of his boss😭😭 (good)

Thinks youre an angel compared to him. Youre literally throwing bodies around and mauling them?? Nuh uh

You cant get him with puppy eyes no you cant (Yea... you kinda can)

Also sprays water at you sometimes

You have your own collar

Asa Emory/The Collector

Youre basically his pet so like yea you have a collar

Spooked him when you first turned like what?? people dont usually do that???

Hates the dog hair so much like omfg

Youre a guard dog now

Your job is to chase down any victim on full moons

Studies you

Watches you transform and takes notes

Has a notebook just about you

Asks you alot of questions before and after shifting

After his lil studies he will give you massages and somewhat pamper you ig

[lazycats-stuff]

I love the Jason Todd x Jokers son it's awesome!

I actually have another idea while I lay with my cat lol batfam/Jason Todd x brother reader (like he's the biological son of Bruce but a lil older than Damien) he has a close relationship with Jason compared to his other siblings and he ends up getting captured by Joker?

You got it! I'm glad you like it, I was a bit worried that I didn't write it well, I have never written such dynamic before. Again, let me know how it turned out.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, Joker being the Joker, Jason losing his mind, blood

Jason waited outside of (Y/N)'s school. He wanted to take his favorite brother back home. They didn't have a chance to hang out this week, because the teen was swamped with exams. Jason swore that (Y/N) didn't sleep this week. Poor kids...

He smiled once he saw him at the entrance, talking to his friend. He leaned on his motorbike, crossing his arms. He waited until (Y/N) saw him and then opened his arms. (Y/N) ran into them, hugging his favorite brother.

" Hey mini Bruce. " Jason joked as he hugged his brother back.

" Stop it, I look nothing like him. " (Y/N) said.

" Yeah sure. " Jason said, ruffling his hair.

" How come you came to pick me up? "

" Well, I know you stay later on Fridays. And I wanted to hang out with you. I missed you this week. " Jason mumbled.

" Aww. I missed you too Jay. But if you had a plan to take me out, please don't. I just want to sleep. "

" You got it. I was going to take you home anyway, you look like you are going to drop dead. "

" Wow, okay. " (Y/N) pretended to be offended, sitting at the back of the bike. Jason handed him the helmet and (Y/N) put it on.

" Hang on bro. We are going to be back home quickly. "

Jason turned on the bike and started driving back to the manor. It was a perfect day for a nap too. It was cloudy and if you were from Gotham, you knew for a fact it was going to get rain. So it would be perfect for a nap.

When Jason sat down, (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Jason's stomach to hold on. Jason revved the motor and started driving. It was a quick drive back to Jason's driving skills. (Y/N) had hold onto the bike when they got back.

" I'm not a bad driver. " Jason defended himself watching his younger brother.

" Say that to my legs. Jesus. Next time pick me up by a car. " (Y/N) said, managing to steady himself.

" Come on. You need to eat and then sleep. "

" Can you nap with me? " (Y/N) asked, using his puppy eyes.

" Of course I can. But you need to eat first. I think that Alfred made something with fish. "

(Y/N) nodded and went inside the house.

" Let me take your bag up to your room. "

Jason took the bag while (Y/N) went straight to the kitchen. He didn't find Alfred, but he did find a container with his portion. He let out a yay and took the container and a fork to sit at a kitchen island. He took his phone from his pocket and put it on the kitchen island.

He dug in, happy to eat something. The teen had a small breakfast today, not enough to get him through the day and he was hungry all day, despite the lunch he had. It was a stressful week for his family too. Joker was up to no good, but more than usual.

He still doesn't get it how they still do it. On patrol until late in the night, injured, seeing stuff that would make his stomach turn. Was (Y/N) trained like his brothers? Yes. But he didn't want to become a vigilante, he wanted to be a normal teen. And he didn't consider himself strong enough to become a vigilante.

And... He didn't tell anybody this, but the reason why he was up until 2 or 3 am this week was because he was worried for his brothers and father. There were times when he couldn't sleep until he knew that his brothers and father were in their rooms and even then he either went to Jason's room or Bruce's. He truly didn't know what he would do if something were to happen to his dad or Jason.

" Hey, what are you thinking about? " Jason said, sitting across from him.

(Y/N) was startled by Jason, he must have been thinking about this for so long that he didn't hear him.

" Jason, don't sneak up on me. You scared the living shit out of me. " (Y/N) said, taking an another bite.

" Oh, come on, you will live. " Jason laughed.

" Ha ha. Very funny... Are you free tonight? I need you to drop me off at a friend's house. We wanted to have a sleepover. " (Y/N) said quickly.

" Okay. Is it the brunet guy? " Jason asked, taking his jacket off.

" Yes, but his name is Cody. For the record Jay. "

" Okay, okay. " Jason laughed, smiling at his younger brother. " I will drop you off tonight before I go on patrol. Does the old man know? I don't want him blowing a fuse. "

" I texted him, he said it's fine. "

" Okay. Which bike you would like? " Jason asked, smirking.

" Screw you Jay. "

Jason cackled like a madman, leaning back in his chair.

" Okay, I will take a car to drop you off. Don't worry. "

" You always make me worry Jay. "

It was Saturday evening, a day after the sleepover and Jason was getting worried. Jason went to pick (Y/N) up a few hours earlier, but Cody, the friend said that (Y/N) went already. Jason was confused at first, but then noticed the cameras in the neighborhood. He called Bruce to tell him to get the footage. Something is off. Way off...

He searched the block for any evidence, his gut refusing to believe that everything is okay. What the hell happened last night? Maybe Cody was lying, but Jason could tell if someone was lying. Shit.

And the time for (Y/N) to go missing too is far to weird. Joker wanted something from Wayne Enterprises, they got intel that he wanted to get guns that Wayne Enterprises was storing at the moment. They were old and were supposed to be destroyed, but there was some delay.

Jason took his phone and called (Y/N)'s phone. He was back at Cody's building, waiting to hear (Y/N)'s voice. He froze once he heard the familiar ring in an ally. He ran into the ally, finding the phone near the dumpster.

He knelt down, getting the phone. He blinked a few times, trying to fight tears. Jesus Christ... No. Not him. Out of all the people, not him. He called Bruce with shaky hands. His hands never shook.

" Jason? Where is (Y/N)? "

" Taken. I found his phone near the dumpster behind Cody's house. " Jason stated, trying not to cry.

" Okay, I will obtain the footage for the entire block. Is there anything out here that might help us? "

" No, I searched the entire block, there is no signs of struggle. And Cody said that (Y/N) had left already, but I think someone threatened him to go. "

" Okay. Until we get the footage, we can't do anything. Come back. "

Jason hanged up, going back to his car and driving like a maniac back to the manor. He is not going to allow himself to waste a single second. He won't be holding back. Not when it comes to (Y/N). He was protective of all of his brothers, but he was really connected with (Y/N).

He ran towards the cave, wanting to know if there is anymore development. The rest of the family was already there, surrounding the big computer.

" And? " Jason asked.

" He was taken, but we can't connect the kidnappers to any Gotham rouge. " Bruce said.

Okay, an outsider then. That would take some time, but they would get the intel soon.

" Okay. So, we need a suspect. Who the hell wanted to take (Y/N)? " Jason asked.

" Somebody who wants money? Maybe for ransom? " Tim suggested.

" Or someone who hates Bruce? " Dick added his suggestion.

Bruce didn't say anything, obviously thinking. He had a lot of enemies, both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman. So the list wasn't small... Far from it...

A ping on the computer alerted them all. It was from the news, the anchors telling that this is the footage of (Y/N). The family froze, looking at the screen like they were hypnotized.

Everything was fine until Joker came on screen. Jason froze completely, eyes widening. No. (Y/N) was bound to a chair, gagged, with blood over his face. Joker was showing his face, clearly proud of his handywork. Jason's eye twitched.

" Now, I want the weapons from the Wayne Enterprises and I will let the boy live. "

The tape stopped and it returned to the regular program. Everyone slowly turned to look at Jason. Jason took a deep breath, before flipping a table near him. He let out a yell, before rubbing his face.

" Jason, you need to calm down. " Bruce said, trying to calm him down. If he goes out, he will kill somebody.

" CALM DOWN?! "

The boys moved away, trying not to get in the crossfire.

" I will be calm when (Y/N) is back here and Joker behind bars. That's that. And if you need me, I will be out in the city looking. "

" Jason, we need more info! You can't go out this mad! " Bruce yelled after his son.

" Too fucking late! "

Bruce stood up, going to change into his suit. He doesn't want to Jason to kill the Joker, he would regret it and it wouldn't do anything. Tim stayed behind to track down the footage.

They barely managed to catch up with Jason. It took them 15 minutes to calm him. Jason was already a deadly individual, but when mad? Get out of the way.

" Jason, we need to think. We need a plan of action. " Bruce has tried to explain, but Jason laughed.

" A plan of action? We need to get (Y/N) out of there! I can't let him go through what I did! I can't!" Jason yelled, before he took a deep breath.

" Jason, you need to compose yourself. I know it's difficult, but now your judgment needs to be perfect and not impaired. I know you are angry and I know you are getting flashbacks, but you have to... Shut the emotional part out. I know how it sounds, but when dealing with the Joker, you can't allow the emotions to take over. "

Jason was quiet as he listened to Bruce. As difficult it is for Jason to admit this, he knew Bruce was right. He can't allow his emotions to lead him.

" Do we have a lead? " Jason asked, trying to breathe.

" No, Tim is still looking, but we do have all known Joker's warehouses and other similar locations. We can start from there. We will split into two teams and start searching. Jason you are with me. Everyone, stay in contact. The moment you get something, call it in. "

The boys nodded, Jason simply stayed still, seething with anger and adrenaline.

" Come on Jason. " Batman prompted, walking to the edge of the building. Jason followed, still mad and angry. Nothing can calm him down. Absolutely nothing.

It has been hours and Jason was getting angrier and angrier. There hasn't been any leads in regards to (Y/N) and he was losing his mind.

" How can you be so calm? " He asked Bruce, who was calm. It irritated him beyond belief.

" I have to Jason. I can't allow myself to be guided by emotions. I can't make any mistakes. I don't... I don't want to lose him like I lost you... " Bruce admitted, looking away.

Jason was shocked by this admission.

" What? "

" I can't lose another son to Joker. I barely got over your... Kidnapping."

" Really? " Jason asked, petrified by this new piece of information.

" Yes. I searched for you just like you are searching for (Y/N). Despite what the Joker told you, I never stopped looking. "

Jason looked away, away from Bruce's eyes. He swallowed, trying not to cry. He clenched his fists and then released them.

" Hey guys, I managed to track him. Bruce and Jason are the closest to the docks. It's an old warehouse and be careful. Bring (Y/N) back. "

Jason and Bruce agreed and started moving. They are going to get him back now.

Jason paced outside of the cave medical part. Alfred wouldn't allow him to enter. They brought (Y/N) back, but he was beaten, had his nose broken and dislocated shoulder. Jason was only thankful that (Y/N) was under a lot of painkillers.

The mere process of getting (Y/N) back was rather simple. They took out Joker's goons and Jason got some revenge. He found a crowbar and while Batman was busy with freeing (Y/N), he has beaten the Joker. He didn't kill him, he just made sure he would be recovering for the next year. He smiled at the memory. It was etched into his memory.

" Masters. " Alfred said, closing the door.

" And? " Jason asked impatiently.

" He is going to be okay. I reset his nose and shoulder and gave him some stronger painkillers. He is going to be out for a while. I prepared a bed for you too master Jason. "

" Thank you Alfred. "

Jason stepped into the room, taking his shoes and jacket off. He looked at (Y/N), simply sleeping. Now he could sleep and protect (Y/N). With a last glance to (Y/N), he laid down and closed his eyes. Now everything is the way it should be.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

i have a request for joseph! Maybe where reader notices chrissy and eddie stuff and gets weirded out ykwim then joseph comforts them?

I Would Always Answer You | Joseph Quinn x Reader

"Chrissy and Eddie had such potential :("

"In another life, they'll meet again and live happily forever..."

" I wanna see the actors playing in a romance movie together so badly..."

Closing the phone while sighing heavily, you could feel a great headache start to appear. Having been on your phone for the most part of the day while also working on your computer made your eyes burn and get itchy like hell and seeing all those comments about your boyfriend and the person you come to call your friend was... exhausting.

You knew it was out of their control and that fans loved to ship actors and characters together but still, seeing people make all those edits made you feel just a little bit insecure. Grace was an amazing woman, who had a great sense of humor and wittiness and was a great friend who always hanged out with you whenever one of you had some time and for that, you didn't want to feel anything bad about her. I mean, the edits are hella cool and seeing people love his character, something he worked hard for, couldn't be more source of pride but...

Flinching at the sound of keys, you rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tiredness and went to kitchen to take a painkiller so that your sweet boyfriend wouldn't see you so down and wouldn't make a fuss. Smiling to yourself while chunking down a glass full of water, you thought about the first time you two had your date. Unfortunately, it was the middle of winter in England which meant a runny nose and a fever for you.

Remembering how you called him and cried to him since you couldn't come to the place you promised to and thought that he would hate you, you were quite surprised when he asked you for your adress and stood in front of your door with everything you could need. Apologizing to him nonstop while he was helping you eat something, you knew he was the right man when he gave you that wide, dimpled smile.

"It's okay! The main purpose is to spend time together, no? And we're exactly doing it! So would you like to watch something?"

Feeling two arms wrap around your waist thightly and sway you, you smiled at the ticklish sensation on your neck when he smooched you. Turning in his arms and hitting his chest playfully, you kissed his lips deeply and he smiled at you and your disheveled self.

He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of your tired yet shiny eyes, and the look of love you held at the sight of him that wasn't so different. Shooting had been hard these days, especially when he had to go without seeing you and your kids, a. k.a the cats and puppy, for several days. He never thought that his heart would skip several beats at the mere sight of your laughing form, or how you would call him all the time despite probably wanting to just sleep and how you would always pick up the phone even if it was the middle of the night. He smiled at you and kissed the top of your head before preparing to make you some coffee when a memory had hit him.

The memory when he knew that you were the one.

He just finished his scenes and was ready to just return to his trailer and call you before sleeping himself and probably dreaming of you. He grumbled under his breath when he remembered a particular blonde teasing him for being so "whipped" for you. He couldn't help himself, he never thought someone would care for him as much as he cared for them. He dated before sure, but he never felt the so-called butterflies or sweat building on his body out of sweet nerves whether you'd like the outfit he chose or not...

With all of those thoughts inside his mind, he literally ran to his trailer and threw himself on the bed after grabbing his phone and dialing your number. Laying on the soft bed with your shirt- techinically his but since you always wore it, it smelled like you- he nervously waited for you to pick up and greet him with your usual love-filled voice...

He didn't expect it to be groggy though.

Concern evident in his voice, he leaned on the headboard of the bed and threw the blanket over his feet.

"Darling? Are you okay..? I can call later if you-"

"No, no... I was waiting for you to call, JoJo..."

Widening his eyes at your new nickname for him, he suddenly couldn't breathe and grabbed his chest thightly at the sudden course of love he felt for you. He could die as a happy man at hearing the most adorable mumble he had ever heard and he wouldn't even complain. Grinning sheepishly at himself, he couldn't help but ask in wonder.

"You... What time is it there? Oh God, I interrupted your sleep! I'm sorry darling..."

"No... That's okay.... I didn't plan on sleeping before hearing your voice... It's quite soft and raspy, it makes falling asleep easier for me..."

"So how was the filming? Did something interesting happen?"

Shaking his head at your voice, he smiled and gave the cup he prepared for both of you, leaning on the counter which made you swoon inside.

"Nothing. What did you do today hmm, sweet thing? You seemed a bit... troubled..."

Gnawing at your lips anxiously, you scolded yourself for being so obvious. Looking at his soft features, you looked at the ground which made him raise a brow in question. Taking slow steps to him, you looked up at his frowning face and dived right into his chest. Stumbling back a bit, he put the mug down and wrapped his arms around you. Gazing down at your face which was snuggling itself into him more, he pat your head worriedly.

" Darling, what's going on? You're worrying me?"

"Nothing, just... I saw some things on the net but it's not that important..."

Frowning even more, he knew that people on the net could make one question their self-worth and he didn't want you to feel bad about yourself, someone who was beyond sweet and kind to everyone.

Before he could open his mouth, he felt your voice vibrating on his chest which made him chuckle.

"It's not what you think it is, Jo... It's just... People apparently think you and Grace are the heavenly match, that's all. And don't get me wrong, I don't blame neither of you! It's just weird you know? Her character is like 16-17 and yours is 20-21 and yeah, you two have great chemistry but-"

"Love, you started rambling again..."

Shutting your mouth immediately, Joseph sighed tiredly at the people who made you question yourself and was ready to give them a piece of his mind.

"My love, you know that there would never be something like that, right? I'm sorry if I couldn't show you this, since especially I can't be with you like I used to but I can talk with those people if you wish."

Him and blaming himself for your insecurities again, you thought while giving a sad smile at him. Bless his precious soul...

"I know, I know... Don't worry, though I'm mostly weirded out like can you believe that they're shipping a minor and an adult together? Sure you two looked cute in that scene but the roasting we did with Grace was amazing! And to be honest I didn't even get sad over it since the little shit that's our cat fought with me for the bed! I throw him down, he comes and hiss at me! I give him the bed but he jumps at me to come and licks my face harshly! Look at the attitude!"

Laughing at your irritated face when talking about the cat you two owned, he gathered you in his arms and went to the living room and put a romantic comedy on to watch while still caressing your body everywhere. Still munching on snack furiously, you continued to ramble about his "handsome face and precious eyes".

"You don't even know what's going on the net! People are crazy for both you and Eddie, writing fanfics and making edits! I can't help but get jealous, because they're so talented! But the imagination the authors have scare me a bit... And the filthy smuts they write..."

Raising a brow at you and your blushing face, he smirked at you coyly since he knew what "smut" meant and slipping the fact that you've been reading them, he attacked your neck with kisses while giving light chuckles.

Giggling at his ticklish kisses, you played with his curls, feeling grateful to have such a man with yourself. Looking at you with adoration after his attack, he cupped your cheek and laid you down on the couch, laying some of his weight on you, movie long forgotten already at the lust in your bodies.

After showing you his love with everything inside him, the pantings, whispers of love and screaming, he looked at your sleeping form next to him and then at his coat hanging next to the door which held the ring he had chosen for you, in hopes that you'd answer his question to be together forever "yes".

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// mpreg

“Touya,” Keigo says while gently shaking Touya awake. Touya groans and throws his arm around Keigo’s waist. He pulls him close and kisses his shoulder, asking, “What is it?”

Touya slowly opens his eyes and sees Keigo staring at him with puppy eyes. That’s when he knew Keigo’s craving something.

“What do you want to eat?” Touya asks as he combs Keigo’s hair.

Keigo’s eyes brighten, and he smiles, “Do you remember the place we went to at Ibaraki Prefecture?”

Touya nods. He crosses his fingers under the blanket, hoping Keigo won’t ask for anything difficult to find.

Keigo ran a finger up and down Touya’s arm, “Well, I want a Kuri Manju from that place, the one the old lady made.”

Touya curses in his brain. It’s still early, and chestnuts grow in Autumn. He racks his brain, thinking of how to negotiate with Keigo.

“Keigo, it’s still two sixteen. The old lady’s probably sleeping. Can’t I get it for you later, or do you want anything else?” Touya asks, praying Keigo will say something else.

Keigo pouts and turns away. Touya hears him sniffle, making him sigh.

“Keigo,” Touya attempts to hug Keigo, but Keigo moves away.

“Don’t,” Keigo says, “leave me alone for now.”

Touya sighs a second time. He ignores Keigo’s words and wraps his arms around Keigo’s waist. He places a kiss on Keigo’s shoulder and whispers, “I’ll buy it for you tomorrow.”

Keigo pouts, “I want it now,” he demands.

“Keigo, stop being unreasonable,” Touya says. “I promise I’ll get it for you tomorrow.”

“Sleep outside,” Keigo says. He knows Touya has a point. He’s being unreasonable. But it still hurts hearing it from Touya.

“What?” Touya can’t hide the surprise from his voice. Keigo usually pouts or frowns, but he’ll say it’s okay.

“I said, get out. I don’t want to be near you right now,” Keigo says, then scoots away.

Touya stays for a minute. He contemplated if Keigo meant what he said or not. He stares at Keigo’s back, waiting for him to say he’s kidding. But minutes pass, and Keigo doesn’t turn around.

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning,” Touya says. He kisses Keigo’s head before leaving.

Keigo listens to Touya close the door. He huffs and hugs Touya’s pillow before falling asleep. He wakes up the next day and sees that Touya’s side is still empty. He leaves the room and searches for Touya, ready to apologize. But he can’t find him anywhere.

He checks the fridge to see if Touya left him any notes, but there aren’t any. He enters the study, hoping Touya’s reading inside, but he isn't there.

Keigo returns to their room to call Fuyumi.

“Hello, Keigo! How are you?” Fuyumi joyfully asks after answering the call.

“I’m doing fine.” Keigo answers, “Can I ask? Is Touya over there?”

Keigo taps his foot on the floor, praying that Touya’s with them, “

“No, he never visited. Is there something wrong?” Fuyumi asks. Keigo feels his tears fall in frustration.

“Oh, okay. I was only asking. Nothing’s wrong. That’s all I wanted to ask. Thank you,” Keigo says and hangs up. He sits on the couch and cries, holding his stomach, “Ah, where can your father be?”

Keigo dials Touya’s number, but he isn’t picking up. Keigo goes out. He paces around the living room while waiting for Touya to answer.

“Fuck!” Keigo cusses when he hears Touya’s ringtone. He walks to the kitchen and sees Touya’s phone ringing on the counter. He ends the call and grips his hair in frustration, “why did he have to forget his phone now?!”

“Breathe, Keigo.” He whispers when he feels a contraction. He sits on the chair and stares at his phone.

Keigo wipes his tears and blows his snot on his shirt as he thinks of what to do next. He looks at the clock, it’s already past noon, and Touya usually arrives home at three when he’s out.

Keigo collects himself and decides to wait until four. He opens the fridge to look for something to cook and sees a semi-prepared breakfast with a note.

“I’m leaving you,” Keigo breaks down after reading the note. He runs to get his phone and calls Rumi.

“Rumi!” He cries after Rumi answers the call.

“What’s wrong?!” Rumi asks, panicked by Keigo’s crying scream.

“I didn’t mean it! I didn’t think he’d leave me after what I said!” Keigo continues to cry. He feels his breath become heavier with each passing second. It felt like something is pressing against his chest.

“I need to look for him. I can’t sit here without doing anything. I can’t let him go just like that,” Keigo frantically says. He stands from the chair to look for Touya.

“Woah! No, you’re staying there. I’ll look for Touya.” Rumi says. Keigo can hear rustling from the other side of the line as Rumi speaks. “Kaina will stay with you, okay?”

Keigo shakes his head, “no, I need to look for Touya. I need to tell him I’m sorry.”

“No, Keigo. Listen to me. You’re pregnant. Stress isn’t good for you, nor the baby. So, stay at home. I’ll look for Touya and bring him home for you. Then you can apologize to him, okay?” Rumi says as calmly as she can to avoid adding causing more stress.

“But…”

“No, buts, Keigo. That’s final. Kaina’s on her way, so I need you to stay there. She’ll flip if she doesn’t see home.”

Keigo nods, “Thanks, Rumi.”

“It’s nothing. I’m hanging up. I’ll update you later,” Keigo walks to the sofa and collapses there. He rubs his stomach and cries as he waits for Kaina to arrive.

The doorbell rings, and Keigo quickly stands up. He opens the door and sees Kaina holding a tub of ice cream, a basket of fruits, chocolates, and a cake.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Kaina says and walks inside. She places the food on the coffee table and hugs Keigo, “Rumi will drag Touya’s ass here. I promise.”

Keigo cries harder into Kaina’s shoulder. Kaina can feel Keigo’s tears soaking her shirt, and the feeling of murdering Touya grows stronger as she listens to Keigo’s pained cries. She consoles Keigo by rubbing his back and telling him it’s okay.

“Let’s eat,” Kaina says after Keigo calms. She hands him a handkerchief and helps him blow his nose before guiding him to the sofa.

Kaina prepares the utensils they need and opens the television. She hands Keigo a piece of cake and distracts him with his favorite show.

Hours pass, and Rumi visits them. She hugs Keigo and tells him she asked for help from Endeavor’s agency.

“I’m glad you’re doing better,” Rumi says after chatting with them.

“I’m feeling a little sleepy,” Keigo says. He can feel his lids slowly giving up on him, but he forces them open. He can’t fall asleep until Touya arrives him.

“Sleep. I’ll wake you when Touya’s here,” Rumi carries Keigo to the bedroom and leaves him on the bed.

“I’ll help him clean up,” Kaina says, “bring me a basin and a towel,”

Rumi nods and walks out to go to the kitchen.

Touya opens the door and furrows his brows when he sees Rumi with a basin and a towel.

“What are you doing here? Is Keigo sick?” Touya asks. He immediately walks toward their bedroom and sees Keigo lying in bed, shirtless, while Kaina’s wiping him.

“Touya!” Keigo quickly stands up and runs to Touya. He wraps his arms around Touya and pulls him close, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said last night. Please don’t leave me. I won’t kick you out. I’ll even stop asking you to go out and get my cravings. I can change. I promise.” Keigo pleads in one breath.

Touya can hear the hoarseness of Keigo’s voice. He looks at Kaina and Rumi, asking why Keigo is acting the way he is, but all he gets is a glare.

“What are you talking about?” Touya asks. He gently rubs Keigo’s back and kisses his shoulder to calm him down.

Keigo wipes his tears and breaks the hug, “You said you’re leaving me.”

“I never said that,” Touya says, his brows furrowed.

“It’s on the note!” Keigo shows him the note he saw in the kitchen.

“Shit,” Touya curses, “I’m sorry. I didn’t notice the other words got smudged.”

Keigo looks at the letter and notices the smudge for the first time. He feels his tears fall again, but this time, because of relief.

“I didn’t notice,” Keigo says and chuckles, “I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

Touya hugs Keigo and then kisses his head, “I’m sorry. I should’ve waited for you to wake up before leaving. I thought it would be a great surprise if I went out and got your craving before you woke up. If I knew this was going to happen, I wouldn’t have left without telling you.”

“It’s okay.” Keigo cheerfully says, “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”

Touya smiles and kisses Keigo’s lips, “do you want to rest? You can eat the Kuri Manju after waking up,” he says and tucks Keigo’s bangs behind his ears.

“That sounds good,” Keigo says and walks to the bed. He lies down and sighs as if a heavy weight was lifted off his chest.

“Thank you for coming over,” Keigo thanked Rumi and Kaina.

“It’s nothing. Now, go to sleep,” Kaina says while Touya tucks Keigo.

The three of them silently waited until Keigo drifted off to sleep before going to the kitchen to discuss what happened.

“I’m sorry you went through that,” Touya apologizes.

“Well, we’d do anything for Keigo,” Rumi says, “but don’t do that again, or I’ll kill you.”

“Yeah, we’ll kill you if that happens. If you plan on doing something like that again, tell us. We can help you so Keigo doesn’t panic.” Kaina adds.

“Right, I’ll keep that in mind,” Touya says.

He offers them some Kuri Manju as a snack while they talk. He bids them goodbye and cleans the house before walking into their room. He gets on the bed and hugs Keigo from behind.

“God, I can’t believe you’d think I’d leave you. You’re my life,” Touya whispers. He stares at Keigo’s sleeping face and says, “I can never leave you. You and our children are my life.”

[bradtomlovesya]

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆

Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You love watching Christmas movies and you know Tom does too.

Warnings: Nothing, is pure Fluff!

w/c: 908

A/N: this is a shorty writing that came to my mind after a full day of watching Christmas movies. I hope you like it and reblogs, comments and likes are highly appreciate it.

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Happy Holidays! (Gif not mine)

Tom is back home for the holidays and that means: watching Christmas movies all month long.

You couldn't be happier with this idea because you LOVE Christmas movies. That's right, in capital letters. These movies have always been more than predictable, but so what? They're the kind of movies you watch and they help you forget your worries for a while.

They don't worry you, they don't stress you, they don't make you anxious. They're just there to give you comfort and that's more than enough.

"What movie are we watching today?" Tom asks, sitting down on the couch and popping some popcorn in his mouth.

"A Christmas Prince" you reply, sitting down next to him and pulling the blanket over both of your feet. You pick up the remote and look at the Netflix logo from when you open the app.

"Is this another one of those movies where the prince ends up married to the country girl? He raises an eyebrow.

"You can pretend all you want that you don't like those kinds of movies, but we both know that's a lie because you love them," you eat popcorn and play the movie.

Tom is silent for a moment. It's true, he does find these kinds of movies entertaining. "They're usually a cliché."

You lean your head on his chest and watch the film in silence.

When the film finally ends, Tom is totally absorbed in his thoughts.

"You didn't like it?" You raise an eyebrow. The film was certainly a cliché, but you had loved it.

"Are you kidding? I loved it!" He smiles broadly and looks at you with puppy dog eyes. "Can we watch the second one, please? I'm in love with that couple and I want to see the wedding" he pouts prettily.

"You're quite the walking green flag, Tom" you laugh lightly and kiss his cheek. It was around one in the morning and you were tired. "We can watch it tomorrow, second and third, I promise" you kiss his pout.

"But-" he tries to protest, sighs and nods. "It's okay. I understand you're tired" he kisses your forehead and gets up to put the now empty popcorn bowl in the dishwasher. "What do you think the plot of the second movie is?" He asks excitedly and follows you up the stairs.

"I don't know," you laugh at his enthusiasm and curl up next to him on the bed. "You're so sweet."

"Come on, at least something must come to your mind" he grumbles like a small child and arranges the bed for sleep.

"Maybe they're going to have problems with the wedding happening, I don't know" you yawn.

"Whatever it is, I hope it's as good as the first one." He murmurs and kisses the top of your head. "Love?" he asks after a moment.

You don't answer. You are already deeply numb.

Your boyfriend smiles to himself, turns off the light and settles in to sleep next to you and keep you warm on this winter night.

~♡♥︎♡~

"I promise we'll watch the movie as soon as I get home" you talk to Tom using the loudspeaker as you drive.

"And when will that be?" he complains "you were out all day. "

You can almost hear him pout.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, I'm kind of stuck in traffic" you sigh.

"Alright, drive carefully" he makes kissing sounds "I love you".

"And I love you" you reply and he hangs up the call.

You arrive home 20 minutes after the call ends and leave your coat and shoes in the hall. You walk into the living room and there he is committing the crime.

"Thomas!" You exclaim causing the remote control to jump out of his hands and land on the carpet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's not what you think" he gets up and walks quickly towards you.

"Oh no? Because it looks like you were watching the second movie without me" you cross your arms.

"Yes it is what it looks like but I promise it's only ten minutes" he takes your hands. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

You don't say anything, you just laugh.

"Are you wearing a Christmas jumper?" you smile.

"Maybe?" He laughs with you.

"You're quite the character, Tommy" you laugh and kiss his lips. "I'm glad the movies sparked your Christmas spirit but promise me you'll wait for me next time, I like those movies too." You leave a kiss on the tip of his nose and run your hands through his hair.

"I promise and I'm sorry," he guides you to the sofa, "I made popcorn, hot chocolate and bought those sweets you like so much," he points to a plate on the small coffee table.

"I'm surprised you haven't brought out the Christmas decorations yet," you joke.

"In fact..." he points to several boxes by the cupboard. "I've got everything out, just need to hang them up," you both laugh.

"So you're a Santa's helper now?" you guffaw.

"You could say that. What do you want for Christmas?" He scoffs and plays along.

"I want to be able to watch more Christmas movies with my boyfriend on this couch" you smile and settle in next to him to watch the movie.

"Granted" he kisses your lips with extreme sweetness and plays the movie from the beginning.

One of many you will happily watch throughout the month.

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