#but in all honesty did anyone have a normal day because i saw someone on here’s oven exploded

[crazylittlejester]

yo everyone share what crazy thing happened to you today because NO ONE i know had a normal day?? I’ll go first: I woke up with no hearing in my left ear and minimal hearing in my right, it then came back in the middle of the day randomly, and now it’s gone again lmao 🫶

[funkyplantguy]

for the prompt asks thing: how about scarian as musicians of some sort?

rubbing my hands together. excellent, excellent - featuring: drummer!scar and singer!grian (meet-cute! kinda)

- now, in all honesty, grian had assumed that the showers would be empty at this time of night. i mean, really, who showered at 3 in the morning on a tuesday night? (freaks, that was who, freaks, and a totally normal insomniac who had maybe been up a touch too late working on his latest music project). plus - he'd never run into anyone in the showers at this time before, at least not this semester. he'd been pretty quick to memorize the bathroom routines of the people on his floor - and then use that knowledge to avoid each and every one of them. he wasn't antisocial, per say, just very busy - and plus, if he was going to be wasting valuable time showering, anyway, he might as well make use of the frankly incredible acoustics in the bathroom. so that's how he found himself here, standing butt-naked in the showers, his rendition of some old pop ballad tapering off into loud applause from directly outside his shower stall.

"that was really good!" came the voice (one that grian did not recognize - for better or for worse). "wow! you're an incredible singer." the shock of it all left grian speechless - speechless, and frankly a little incredulous at the nerve of his mysterious audience. really - who stood outside of someone's shower stall just...listening to them sing? what kind of stalker behavior was that? was it a fan who had somehow figured out where he went to college? he did have a fanbase, after all - small, but weirdly dedicated. but no, that didn't make sense - they would have had to have a keycard to get into the building, especially at this time of night when there wasn't really anyone coming. then who...?

a few moments and a hasty pair of pajamas later, grian pulled the stall door open to reveal -

oh.

oh.

sitting in front of him was a man - a very handsome man at that, all wide, green eyes and genuine, toothy smile. a very handsome man in a wheelchair, parked patiently in front of the only wheelchair-accessible shower stall on the whole floor - namely, the stall that grian had been using. hot shame rose in his cheeks as he shuffled out of the way, clutching his shower bag tightly to his chest.

"sorry," he blurted, sheepishly. "i...i, um...there's usually nobody taking showers this late at night during the week, and, uh, i didn't know that you...um...that...that anyone ever used...or needed to use...uh...oh god, sorry. yeah. sorry. i'll leave you to it."

he turned to scamper back to his dorm room, already anticipating the scolding he'd get from his roommate when he recounted the experience the next morning, but the man's loud laughter had him stopping in his tracks (and not because it was the most gorgeous laugh he'd ever heard in his life, no, definitely not that).

"it's okay!" the other affirmed, light eyes twinkling even in the dull florescent lighting. "no worries - i'm scar, by the way. i just moved in this week. had a bit of a late start - the university messed up some of my accommodations and originally had me over in schaffer."

"the dorms at the top of the hill?" grian gawked, his own blunder momentarily forgotten. "how do they expect you to get up and down that every day?" "my question exactly!" scar responded. "apparently, they "didn't think about that", so...here i am. a bit behind the curve, but hey, what can you do." "complain to the dean, frankly." "tried that. he didn't seem to care." "jesus. this place sucks." "you're telling me!"

a silence fell over the two, then, and grian shifted his weight from foot to foot, suddenly feeling...exposed, under the piercing gaze from the other. he felt like scar was taking him apart with his eyes, studying every visible piece of him and stringing together opinions - conclusions - based on what he saw. fleetingly, grian wished that he'd bought that cute, matching pajama set he'd seen when he'd gone shopping with mumbo the week prior.

"anyway," scar started again, smooth voice cutting easily through the tension. "your voice is really good! i play the drums - we should hang sometime! maybe have a jammy session." "i - a...a what?" "a jammy session! y'know, where you get together and jammy out?" "scar, i think you mean jam out. a jam session?"

"oooooh," scar responded, raising a hand to scratch at his cheek. "yeah, that makes more sense. i thought there was something weird about that, but cub said 'no scar, you're right, it's a jammy session'. i should have known better than to trust that rapscallion." "oh! cub? i know cub! he's dating my roommate, mumbo!" "no way! that's so funny - small world! cub's so annoying about mumbo." "yeah, mumbo's annoying about him, too. it's kinda cute." "definitely cute." they fell into silence once more, one thankfully much less tense than the previous. grian found his eyes darting from scar's eyes to his faded t-shirt, to the small scar above his eyebrow, to the way his long, curly hair fell messily over his shoulder - taking in every aspect of his face, taking him apart in the same way that scar had done to him, mere moments earlier. maybe it was the late hour - maybe grian was more tired than he'd thought - but something about this felt like a dream...like he was going to blink and scar would be gone. he found that he didn't want that to happen. he found that he wanted to wake up tomorrow morning and get to hear that laugh again - that loud, joyful laugh - maybe every day for the rest of his life. "a jam session would be nice," he found himself saying. "maybe you can teach me how to play the drums. i'm really rubbish at most instruments, but maybe drums will be the exception?" "sounds great!" scar chirped back, a warm smile settling on his face. "we'll make a drummer out of you yet. hey - here's my number. text me in the morning, and we'll compare schedules. alright?" "yeah - okay, yeah, i'll do that. goodnight, scar." "goodnight, songbird." it was only an hour later, swaddled in blankets and the comfortable sound of mumbo's snoring, that grian realized he'd never given scar his name. ah well. that could be remedied...at a later date.

[sandy-the-glader]

Hi!! I hope this is okay!! If not, no worries!! 💜💜💜 (I love you lots!)

Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent!reader Where while Adrian is out and about doing his Vigilante work he comes across a bunch of criminals in a warehouse, and after they’re all “taken care of”, he hears someone crying and finds a girl hiding behind a pile of the criminal’s stuff, and she’s handcuffed to something over there, so she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to. She’d obviously be completely terrified of Vig, but as we know, he is very good at reading a person and would clearly see that she is innocent, and had been taken by the bad guys. Normally he would just set the innocent girl free and be on his way, having already taken care of the bad guys, however… He had unfortunately taken off his mask right before finding her, and had forgotten to put it back on, so she has seen his face. Panicking, he just picks her up, and takes her to his car with him, driving straight to the 11th Street Kids HQ, carrying in a terrified Y/n, he himself all panicked, and the team is like “wtf did you do????” “Did you abduct her???” And he’s just like, “No no, I saved her! But then she saw my face… So I guess, yes??”

Lmao it’s honestly a mess, but the team takes care of Y/n’s injuries, apologies for Adrian’s behavior lmao, and lets her stay there until she has recovered, as not only is she hurt, but very scared. After a while of staying with them, she gradually starts warming up to Adrian, him desperately trying to get her not to be afraid of him anymore (for a while there she was terrified of him), and their relationship eventually grows into a more romantic and intimate one🥺🥺🤧

Afraid of Me

*Not my gif*

Character: Adrian Chase x SoftFem!Reader

Type: Fluff and sorta angsty

Length: 5.4K (a bit long)

Summary: Request above <3

Trope: Strangers to friends to lovers, Slow-burn

A/N: LONG A/N!! Sorry this took forever I've been busy with a lot of stuff and I just haven't had any time but I worked on this whenever I could. Btw again I bent the request a little bit (I'm not sure if I wrote what you wanted for it and I apologize ) so I hope it’s okay I just made this go over the whole period of time the show does and like more so there's more time for a bond to be built lol

I heard a quick gunshot followed by another. Tears continued to fall from my eyes as I was tied to some random wall in some warehouse, Apparently, I was not supposed to come across two men selling heroin to each other but here I am. They claimed I saw too much, took me, and tied me up. Who even does that?

I just wanted to return to my apartment and read this new book I bought. That's all I had planned for my day anyway. Yet now I was tied to a pole in some wet and cold warehouse with random crates surrounding me. I tugged and tried to break from but it was helpless. I cried and sniffled as I continued to try but there was no avail.

Were those shots from them or someone else? Please god, let someone save me. I had been here for hours and I was scared of what they had planned for me. They already hit me pretty hard over the head which caused a small trail of blood to fall from my temple.

I heard loud and heavy footsteps coming towards me. I braced myself and waited for the figure to come around the crate to where I was. He was wearing a teal suit, with blood covering it. It was Vigilante. Should I be happy or terrified? He's a killer but isn't he supposed to be a hero?

"Fuck oh my god." He gasped slapping a gloved hand over his mouth. He was missing one exceptionally important part of his suit. His mask. That must have been why he was so frantic.

In all honesty, he looked nothing like I always pictured him. He was lanky with glasses and he looked really young. He looked mid-twenties though I had a feeling he was older. He honestly looked nerdy.

"I'm sorry. I really won't tell anyone who you are. I-I mean I don't even know your name." I stammered. He didn't care though because he continued to curse.

"Fuck fuck fuck. This is so not good." he groaned. The man ran a thick hand through his hair while bouncing back and forth. "Umm." He pondered confused about what to do. "Shit, I can't let you go." My eyes widen. He already has saved me why not let me go on my merry way? He took off his glasses and put his mask back on.

He came over to me and examined my situation. He crouched down and started untieing the rope that kept me on the pole but didn't bother with the ones around my hands or feet.

I was about to thank him for his acts but he picked me up and started to carry me out. Oh, he's actually not letting me go.

"What are you doing!?" I panicked. I started wiggling my body in his grasp then he held me tighter. "Where are you taking me? This hurts." He continued to keep walking until we reached his car a couple of feet from the warehouse.

Holding me with one hand, he opened the door to his back seat and tossed me in. Judging by his face, he didn't mean it to be as aggressive but it was enough to get me to shut up. He slammed the door and rushed over to the driver's seat.

This is it. After all that's happened today I'm being kidnapped by Vigilante and who knows what's going to happen. I guess the law doesn't apply when it comes to him. I actually can't believe it right now.

The entire car ride was silent. Not a sound from the man or from me. It was terrifying. All I could think of was what was going to happen to me. it took him forever to get to his destination and when we got there I realized it was some rundown video store. That couldn't be where we're going right?

-

"Guy's we got a fucking situation!" Adrian called opening the door with the girl in his hands. The whole team in the building stared at him with wide 'What the fuck' like eyes.

"Who the fuck is that?" Economos asked adjusting his glasses and leaning over his desk.

Adrian (not so carefully) dropped the woman on the floor making her yelp out in shock and pain.

"Did you just kidnap a girl?" Adebayo's eyes widened at the sight.

"No Adebayo!" He yelled defensively. "Okay, well technically yes but-" He was cut off quickly.

"And why did you bring her here?" Harcourt burst out running a hand through her blonde hair.

"Okay, I was doing my badass stuff, right? Like beating up these bad dudes and I found her behind some crates." They all stared at him waiting for him to continue. "And since I didn't know these dudes took a hostage I took my mask off and that's-" He removed his mask again and replaced the glasses on his face. "Really bad." He grimaced.

"Adrian what the hell dude you could have left her. She would have never turned you in. Look at her. No offense." Chris said. She stayed silent like she never heard the comment in the first place.

She was scared to death, trembling on the floor with small tear streaks down her face. Some of the tears mixed in with blood on the left side of her face. She looked innocent as could be and she definitely didn't deserve to be in this mess.

"Dude what the fuck!" He shouted at Chris. "Now she knows my real name! You have so fucked me!" He continued to cure which didn't make the girl feel any better.

"I did not fuck you! Besides it's your fault for bringing her here anyway." Chris furrowed his eyebrows looking back and forth between the petrified girl and his idiotic friend.

"What is happening out here?" Murn came out from one of the rooms and immediately regretted his decision. "We're supposed to be working on the project butterfly case what are you doing Chase?" He asked sternly.

"Oh, now she knows about Project Butterfly!" Harcourt placed a hand on her forehead.

"Well, it's not like I can kill her because she's innocent" The girl's face drained at the mention of death. "and we can't get rid of her because she might tell someone who I am!" Adrian wined out. He was finally right about one thing.

"She also might screw our plan up," Murn muttered trying to think of a reasonable thing to do with this girl.

"Then what do you suppose we do with her?" Economos folded his arms. The girl had been silent the entirety of this conversation but she finally piped up.

"Um.." Her voice caught everyone's attention and they turned their heads to look at her. "I-I can clean and o-organize around here." She stammered. "I can help you guys just please don't kill me." She pleaded. They all non-verbally agreed she had been through enough judging by the look of blood running from her temple and dirt caking her shirt.

"Yeah that honestly could be useful," Harcourt spoke. She looked around the room to only be met with agreeing faces. She let out another deep sigh before Murn spoke up.

"You will work the same hours as us and will get paid a fair amount." He folded his arms tightly over his chest. He didn't ask he just demanded she work.

"I'm also a fast learner and I can help you with anything you need. I don't have a current job so that would be perfect." She tried to look at the bright side of the situation. I can work for money but this is a destructive and hard-core business she pondered. "And since this is a very um dangerous job I just so happened to be trained in medical care." She offered.

"Oh, sweet! That's perfect so now dyed bear can stop doing such a shit job of stitching me up!" Chris smiled.

"Hey!" Economos protested. It was perfectly fine he thought.

"What about my living situation? C-can I still stay In my apartment?" She asked. They all looked around at each other because that was one thing they hadn't thought of. If they let her stay, she could always tell people without them knowing.

"If we let you stay in your apartment, you must realize he" Murn pointed at Adrian Chase himself. "has to keep watch of you? He somehow always knows if someone is doing something they shouldn't be." She nodded slowly. "And if you tell anyone and I mean anyone you will be terminated immediately, do you understand?" He spoke firmly making her hands tremble.

"I understand." She muttered.

"Now that everyone is done with this whole situation I suggest you get back to work," Murn concluded walking back to his office annoyed with the inconvenience.

-

I sat there absolutely stunned at what just happened. I just got myself into a bat shit crazy job. I mean I don't even know these people and one of them literally abducted me. This is not normal.

Project butterfly? Are these guys all heroes or something? I already was aware of Vigilante's existence and somewhat Peacemaker but there's a lot more than just those two.

"Oh my god, he didn't even untie you." The blonde-haired woman spoke in surprise. I didn't say anything because really what was I supposed to say? "I'm Harcourt." She kneeled beside me. She opened a switchblade and sliced through the ropes binding my hands together and then my feet. "Come on let's get you cleaned up. She went and collected the first aid kit from one of the desks on the left side of the room and motioned for me to sit at her desk. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Y/n L/n." I said quietly as I stared into my lap anxiously.

"Come sit Y/n." She said calmly trying to make me comfortable.

I stood up uneasily and almost fell back down. I steadied myself and carefully walked over to the chair and sat down gently. She pulled out a couple of cotton swabs and some alcohol. She poured the strong liquid onto the small ball.

"I'm sorry about him." Harcourt hummed taking the cotton swab to my forehead.

"Hm?" I replied softly.

"Adrian." She looked me in the eyes. "He just isn't all there sometimes." She mumbled. She tossed the bloodied-up swab in the trash and put a bandage over the small cut.

I looked over at Vigilante who I guess was named Adrian. He was talking to Peacemaker and he looked perfectly innocent. Not even an hour earlier he was tossing me into the back of his car. Jesus, what did I really get myself into? Not only does he have to escort me home, but now I have to work with him. He's a psycho!

"She has a point you know." The woman I was pretty sure was Adebayo spoke up. I glanced at her and she nodded trying to make me realize it. "He's a really good guy you just have to get to know him. I get it he basically kidnapped you but he's stupid in everything but fighting."

"Yeah okay," I mumbled softly. I don't care what they say now I can't trust him after what he did unless he really proves he's trustworthy. At least these people actually had the decency to tend to my wounds.

She continued to bandage and take care of every cut I had on my arms and face. I enjoyed her already because she was delicate to me and cared about my feelings. Pretty quickly she finished and put all the materials away.

"Come over here I think we found a box of old clothes you could change in." She led me back into the store and I could feel Adrian's eyes burning into my back.

-

"Dude she's afraid of me!" I panicked at Chris looking him dead in the eye. I waited for her to leave before I talked to my best friend about the whole thing.

"Well, I mean you did throw her in the back of your car. Chicks don't really dig that. Unless they're like hardcore." Okay yeah obviously I fucked up big time but I was under a lot of pressure and I wasn't doing what I should have!

"Dude I didn't know what else to do." I whined

"I mean you just gotta make things right with her I guess. I don't know I usually don't have to apologize to girls." He shrugged his shoulders. Great okay how am I supposed to do that when she's obviously afraid of me? Fuck. "Listen when you walk her to her apartment just be like 'Sorry for kidnapping you in my shitty car that was a pretty bad thing to do!' or something like that." I let out a heavy sigh. This is never going to work.

-

I came back out to the main room in a sweatshirt with the video store's logo on it and sweatpants that were longer than my actual legs with the same logo down the side of it. I held my original clothes in my arms and I was quiet.

What do I do now? Go home? How am I supposed to feel safe in my own home when I know that guy is watching me?

"Listen." Harcourt grabbed my attention. "You can take as much time as you need before you go home. I know that was probably a traumatic experience for you so let me know when you want to leave." She spoke as if she had read my mind. I nodded. "Also we have your address so we can get you home easily." Okay well, I told her my name and that was all it took to find out where I lived. Spectacular.

"What are my work hours?" I still can't believe I got myself to work for these people.

"Just don't get here any later than 8. Hours are different every day. Since you now work here I guess I should tell you who everyone is." She pointed to Peacemaker and Vigilante who were still chatting near the corner of the room "Chris and Adrian ." Then to the other man in glasses. "Economos." The guy in the other room that I could see through the glass. "Murn." Finally, she pointed at the last girl which I already knew. "and Adebayo."

I stood around for not too much longer before very anxiously describing to Harcourt my wishes to leave. She understood fully and went over to Adrian to make him take me home. He looked at me with some sort of care in his eyes but I just couldn't look at him so my eyes fell back to the sight of the floor.

"Come on kid." Harcourt motioned with her head to leave out the door with the man. I walked out the door and the cool air hit me as the sun started to sink down below the horizon.

One car ride and then I'm home. This time I got to sit in the front seat of his car instead of being thrown in the back like a doll. I secured my seatbelt and then just slumped against the car door. All I could really do was pay attention to the passing cars outside and the quiet buzz of the radio.

I also noticed the pleasing smell of his cologne that filled the car or how he hummed along to the Taylor Swift song on the radio. Someone like him is a swiftie?

"I'm sorry that I kidnapped you." Adrian broke the silence between us in an attempt to apologize. I ignored it and kept looking out the window. It was a long day and I genuinely couldn't tell if he was being sincere or was just trying to make me feel like he cared. "Please talk to me. I know I fucked up." I glanced over at him; his eyes flickered between the road and me. "Hey." He reached for my hand and flinched away with wide eyes and a quickened heartbeat.

His eyes lit up in sorrow. He looked like he felt bad. He backed off and for the rest of the car ride, he didn't talk anymore. There was so much tension in that car I felt like I was going to suffocate. I could barely look at him. I was still scared of his guts.

Every turn and stop made me think over and over about the events that occurred today. It was nauseating.

Finally walking through the door of my apartment left me with this feeling I couldn't describe. All of the events that happened today were fucking unbelievable.

The book I was planning to read was on my bed and was quickly tossed on my side table with a small thud. I sprawled out on my bed not bothering to do anything else tonight.

What. The. Fuck.

-

It's my first day on the job and my teammate already hit someone with a car. A van actually. I got to the disguised video store a bit after seven and Murn described the plan to me. Since I wasn't significant to the plan I just stayed in the car with a first-aid kit just in case things went south. And oh they did.

"Is he dead!?" I stood in the van looking at Economos dumbfounded. He didn't reply at first he was just making shocked quivering noises.

"I... I don't know?" My eyes widened as he started to get out of the car holding a crowbar tightly in his hands. I left the kit on the seats (since I had been fidgeting with the latches the whole ride) and followed him for support or something like that. Maybe I thought I could help. He inspected inside the car which he had hit fully force.

Judomaster was crawling on the ground in front of the car slowly. Economos inched closer and closer to him holding the crowbar. He whacked him once over the head and jolted backward then his body went limp. We waited and sure enough, he kept crawling. He hit him again and he still was moving. I slapped a hand over my mouth as he repeatedly hit him on the back of the head. He poked him a few times like you would a bug making sure he wasn't moving.

"Oh my god." He let out. "Fuck yeah!" He turned around to high-five me. I lightly returned it. "Don't worry he's not dead." He said sensing my shock. "They're hardcore it takes a lot."

"Well, what do we do with him now?" I looked at Economos for ideas. We ended up tying him up and throwing him in the back of the van. I watched him intensely. When would this dude wake up? I really hope not any time soon. Murn radioed us and let us know that they would be coming back soon with of course Vigilante. Economos drove us back to the spot we were supposed to be in and awaited their arrival.

"You're pretty cool." I complimented him. He was taken aback by the positive words.

"Well thank you." He adjusted his glasses with a bright smile.

We waited for 15 minutes until they finally arrived and loaded themselves into the van. Everyone looked untouched besides Harcourt's messy hair, a couple cuts on Peacemaker's face and Vigilante crying about his bleeding toe. I grabbed the medical kit I had set down on the seats just minutes before and rushed to Adrian's side.

I motioned for him to move his foot up to where I needed it. He hesitated for a moment but then proceeded to lift his foot into my lap. I scoped out his injured toe and I pulled out the needed materials.

Yikes. I was definitely glad that I stayed in the van. Adrian’s foot jerked in my lap as I tried to get some alcohol.

"Hold still!" I complained to Adrian trying to hold his leg down from wriggling under my grasp. From the looks of it, this man had managed to get half of his pinky toe cut off. That is such a bizarre thing for torture.

“It hurts so bad though!” He wined when I took the alcohol to his foot. He had obviously had worse happen to him but this?

“It could have been worse,” I said. My hold got tighter on his leg since it kept jolting side to side.

“Pft yeah, this was nothing!” He lied as if he hadn’t been complaining two seconds ago. “I’ve gone through worse in DND.” A small smile appeared on my cheeks. DND huh? Who knew the big strong Vigilante was a total nerd? And a swiftie...

“One of my characters got their arm bitten off by a bear so I’d say you’re okay,” I said. His eyes lit up at the mention that I had played before." Just sit still it's about to get worse." His eyes clenched shut.

"Oh shit!" He screamed out making everyone irritated in the van. I shushed him gently with a soft hand on his leg. He shut up very quickly but his body still tensed occasionally with every sting. I held his foot carefully as I bandaged it up thoroughly.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked. I still didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Yeah, but I can wait until we get back." He tried to act tough but I could hear the pain in his voice. I noticed a couple of holes in his shirt. Maybe I could fix his shirt while I'm at it. God am I being too nice?

I mean I'm trying to think of the bright side of what happened yesterday and honestly, it didn't seem so bad anymore. He saved my ass and I'm having a paying job. I can only imagine the pay is fantastic for what these people have me doing. I sat next to Adrian. I was feeling a little less scared of him now when I thought about him like that. Even through the visor, his eyes were peeled onto me. It felt like since I got here they never left.

Getting back to headquarters I couldn't get Adrian to get out of the van without making a scene. I dragged him quickly into the store so he wouldn't draw any attention from people lurking around In the streets. I pulled him by his hand and made him sit in the closest chair I could spot. He whined and moaned obnoxiously loud. I knew the stories and new articles about the man. He was tough and put up a big fight, he never lost against criminals.

I grabbed the larger bandages from an area Harcourt showed me just this morning and also some more alcohol.

"Show me where you're hurt." I looked at him curious about what else had happened to him. He pulled off his chest plate and revealed the deep stab wound in his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt clearly revealed the bloody mess it left. My eyes widen. "You kept this from me until now?"

"I could handle this. The toe I'm not entirely sure." I cleaned and bandaged the wound with intense concentration. I was careful and sure not to cause any more harm after this long night. "Thank you." He said softly. I just nodded and didn't reply with anything else.

-

The days passed as we worked on this project and the days were long and there was a lot of work to do. I didn't have almost any free time anymore so it was hard to make time for friends I actually wanted to talk to or things I really wanted to do. Adrian continued to try his hardest to earn my trust and befriend me.

I started to warm up to him crazy enough. He did little things for me I thought were sweet. Sometimes he brought me breakfast or he would try to learn about things I liked so he could talk about them with me. I started to trust him more and more as the mission proceeded because he was really good company. He would talk and I would listen.

A couple of days after the whole 'Adrian getting his pinky toe almost cut off' situation he got himself arrested. I didn't even know until Harcourt talked to me about it and what Adebayo said to him. I felt bad for him because as much as I thought I disliked him, I hated to hear he was where he was and how Adebayo literally manipulated him into doing it.

The night he got out he showed up at my apartment because he still needed to check up on me and since he hadn't been able to. For the first time, I felt comfortable enough to hug him. So I did, I wrapped my arms gently around his torso and gave a small squeeze. We stood like that for a minute before he quietly wished me a 'goodnight' without any further words. That was the kindest moment we had ever shared with one another

Then the next day we had another mission. Since all this time has passed, I had been informed on what a Butterfly fully was. At first, it was entirely confusing until I realized these were tiny alien butterflies here to kill us. I know it sounds like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

I had to sit through a whole meeting in the morning next to Adrian where he (the whole time) joked with me. It felt sorta nice honestly. He never stopped being friendly and I just kind of started to accept it more.

And the whole mission went by quickly.

"Oh my god." I blurted when everyone arrived back in the truck. Peacemaker and Economos were fully drenched head to toe in blood, Harcourt had a good amount on her, and Adebayo and Adrian had little to none on them.

"We fought a fucking gorilla!" Adebayo exploded with astonishment. Jesus, sometimes I wish I didn't sit in the car the whole time.

"Economos is the fucking man." Peacemaker clapped him on the back with a proud grin. I did miss a lot if those two are now getting along.

"All the blood is the gorillas right?" I asked startled for a second considering the amount.

"Yeah we're all fine," Harcourt said tiredly.

"At least no one's arm got bitten off, like your DND character right?" Adrian nudged me in the side and sat down next to me. Sure I had only told him a few days ago about that but it still made me happy that he had remembered that tiny detail.

"Right." I smiled. Chris sat in the front and started playing music like he had at the beginning of the ride. I sang along with the rest of my team members to 11th Street Kids and I actually started to enjoy my work a little more.

I looked over at Adrian who was dancing like a dork. He looked so adorable? He was playing air drums and making up random dances as he went. I don't know why but I started to not hate him anymore. I started seeing this more personal side of him. Not Vigilante but Adrian.

"C'mon dance," Adrian whispered in my ear and nudged me again. I started to sway along with the group.

Later that night Harcourt made a group chat with all of us and sent a photo she had taken in the van. I set the book down I had finally got to reading beside me on my bed and picked up my phone.

Everyone was dancing in the van but on the right side, you could see me looking at Adrian with the sweetest smile on my face. The chat is filled with different emojis. The only number I had was Harcourts but from the merman emoji, I already knew it was Adrian. I liked his message and sent a fitting emoji to match the others.

I set my phone down and continued reading with a big smile. I never seemed to stop today.

-

It was the final day of the project and I wasn’t allowed to go. I wasn’t entirely complaining since this job was so bizarre but I was also disappointed. I mean all this build up and I don’t even get to go. They said it would be safer for me and of course, I understood.

But as the night carried on and the morning came through I was nervous. I had no texts or word from anyone. Sure, they still could be busy and have to do some other stuff before texting me but what if?

I heard a rushed-sounding knock on my door which threw me off. I ran to my door since the person decided to not stop knocking.

"What do you want?" I hissed as I threw open the door but I was only met with Adrian. My eyes soften upon seeing him. Oh, thank god he’s alive. "Adrian. Hi." I paused when noticing he was in a pair of shorts and a nursing gown. "Come inside." I ushered him in with wide eyes and closed the door quickly behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"Listen I jumped out of a hospital building to be her so-"

"Adrian!" I scolded him for being careless. I had started to really enjoy him I didn't need him being so careless all the time.

"Shut up. Sorry, but I need to tell you this." I stared at him silently with folded arms awaiting what he was about to tell me. "Okay, so after almost dying, I know what you're about to say please just wait. After almost dying, I realized had more feelings for you than I have ever had for someone and that's like a lot for me." He stepped closer to me. "I had to tell you those feelings just in case I actually died sometime. But now I'm scared if you reject me because of the whole kidnapping thing when we first met and usually I would be okay with rejection but I don't feel usual with you." He rambled and his hands made several confusing gestures along the way.

Everything about him told me he was being truthful. His hands were trembling with nervousness, He literally came from a hospital to tell me this and he just had that look on his face.

The feelings from the other day came rushing back. I really enjoyed being with genuine Adrian. The time we spent together over the course of this project was enjoyable. I noticed small things about him like the way he always made sure to keep an eye on me and was careful not to get me into anything super dangerous. He had become almost like a personal guard.

He even taught me how to use weapons, and also never overstepped my boundaries. So yeah maybe I developed a crush on my kidnapper co-worker.

"Why are you looking at me like that I'm like really nervous right now." He asked.

"Because I feel the same way. Even though you did totally kidnap and traumatize me." I nudged him smiling but he didn't return it. "Adrian I was playing with you. But I really do feel the same way." He let out a long breath. I was quite sure he had stopped breathing for a little while.

"Oh thank god." Adrian stepped closer and picked me up in his arms as he kissed me deeply. I've kissed a couple of times in the past but never did it feel as amazing as this. I held him close to me as if he would slip away again. He pulled away to look closely at my face.

"Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I won't scold you for almost dying." I glared at him but he just smiled kindly and kissed me again.

"If I keep. Kissing you then. I won't. Get yelled at." He said in between kisses making me start to laugh.

“Don’t scare me like that again Chase.” I shook my head kissing him passionately once more. I could get used to this feeling.

[alleiradayne]

Breaking the Cycle

"This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it."

The first time he says it, Astarion has no idea what a gift actually is. Oh sure, he's lavished his targets with expensive baubles and wooed them with poetic praise and pleasured them with all sorts of depraved debauchery. But a true gift? Something given with no expectation of anything in return? It's not like he can remember when someone did that for him...

But the cruel irony here is Tav did give him a gift. It doesn't matter that Astarion is on auto-pilot, the rote manipulation so scripted for him after two centuries, he doesn't even need to think about it. So when Tav gives him this gift of understanding, compassion, and care, his immediate reaction is to say this witty manipulative quip, and move on to the next play.

Except he doesn't know what the next play is anymore. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes exactly what Tav did for him. And it bothers him. It rankles him for days, keeps him up at night. It's the perfect system interrupt he needed. Not that he knows that. At first, he thinks Tav is trying to outplay him, manipulate the manipulator. Oh, he'll show them. Nobody manipulates Astarion, not anymore. He'll have Tav wrapped around his pinky finger so well that, by the time they realize it, it'll be too late.

But Tav's not a manipulator. At least, not when it comes to Astarion. The next move is flattery dressed in the most purple prose, those lustful lines he's perfected over the years. And he's aroused. He hates that. But if he's going to seal this deal with Tav, claim them so he never has to worry about their betrayal ever again, he has to sleep with them. And he does. And Tav thoroughly enjoys themselves.

That makes it even worse. Because normally, after that, he sends his marks on to their death. He never has to look at them again.

Again, it's another major system interrupt. Tav's right there in camp to look him in the eye the next morning. He has to live with them now, live with their smiles and flirting and furtive glances. He wonders if Tav saw it the night before; the distant stare that glazed his eyes as his consciousness fled the scene...

It'll never happen again. Tav is essentially in his pocket, so all he has to do now is keep up pretenses, kill Cazador, then get rid of this damned parasite in his brain bucket...

That plan quickly unravels. It catches him off guard, which is so unlike him. The first time Tav defends him, he's stunned into silence. They stand up for him. Step aside so he can speak for himself once he's found his voice again. Tav tells him he's pretty when he complains about the mirror. Draws out his scar on his back in the dirt for him to see it.

And that's it. Tav sees him when no one else does. It's kind of a fun-house-of-mirrors effect. Astarion knows what he sees in himself and it's not what Tav sees at all. They reflect him back to him, and it's the first time anyone's done that for him in centuries with any shred of honesty.

Time and again, Tav proves him wrong. He sits with these events as they occur, terrified of what they might mean. Of what he wants them to mean. Of what he needs them to mean.

He starts questioning himself after meeting Ketheric. Maybe it was something about seeing the man catching an axe with his chest, dying, and coming back to life. Maybe it was Tav defending him, again, to some random creepy woman obsessed with blood they just met. Maybe it was just the simplicity in Tav's absolute audacity of strolling right into Ketheric's lair to have a chat with him (that one definitely had him thinking some sinful things about Tav for an afternoon).

Complicated. Compromised, even. Whatever feelings Tav had managed to dig up out of him, Astarion is bewildered by them. But it's the third and final system interrupt that drives it all home. Tav doesn't judge him when Astarion makes the deal with Raphael. If anything, Tav looked impressed. Risky, sure, but it was pretty cunning. Turning the tables and all that. But it meant killing a fucking orthon.

Tav agrees without batting an eye. If it means helping Astarion, they're all for it. So they go kill the orthon and Raphael makes good on his deal and they learn about the rite.

It's too much. The next time they camp, he has to tell Tav the truth. They deserve that much. And even if they didn't fall for his plan, at least he knew where he stood. Then he could bury his feelings for another couple centuries where they might finally die...

Once more--it won't be the last time, either--Tav proves him wrong. They're real. Us. And from that moment on, the real Astarion shines. The manipulation vanishes, his vanity is sarcastic in an effort to make Tav laugh, his humor is light and sincere--unless he's threatening to kill someone, then it's a little more macabre but it's still wildly hilarious.

His needs are validated. And met. For the first time in as long as he can remember, someone seems to genuinely care about him. Most importantly, he's understood. Damn the gods, but Tav knew all along, had seen that thousand mile stare in his eyes the night they'd shared his bed. Tav's there for him in whatever capacity he needs. Hands. Hugs. Little kisses on cheeks, he likes to give those when nobody is looking (or when he thinks nobody is looking, but everyone sees him do it). Sometimes he slips into old patterns, the ingrained habits, he can't help it. He is a creature of comfort after all. But Tav pulls him up when he's drowning every time. Especially when he's about to commit the same mistake his master did.

Things blur together for a couple nights after killing Cazador. Too many thoughts and feelings drown out the world around him, so he anchors to Tav in various ways, some sweet, some not so sweet. Sometimes he's a raging ball of anger, a righteous fury he can't fathom even the most devout of paladins possessing. Sometimes he's a blubbering mess, curled up in Tav's lap and buried in their arms sobbing.

But Tav's there, without fail. And nobody else has ever been there for him like that. He's safe with them. Despite all the threats surrounding them, he feels safe for the first time in two hundred years.

So when he says it again, he knows what it means and he can say it with all the love and vulnerability his heart is just beginning to learn how to feel again.

"This is a gift, you know. Thank you--I won't forget it."

[writingseaslugs]

Diasomnia: Manicures with Them

On to my second favorite dorm because it has Peepaw in it, and we all know how much I love him.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia (You’re Here)

Manicures with Them

Malleus Draconia

Malleus has very sharp nails at all times since they grow like that, and he enjoys painting them black most of the time. Sometimes Lilia will actually do a manicure for Malleus and make them look really nice, and somehow sharpens them even more so. Whenever Lilia does his nails, it turns them into a royal green color with black tips on them. Malleus’s gloves are made of enchanted leather because if he wears normal ones, his nails tear right through them.

Malleus will love it if you do his nails, but he’s very concerned at first since they’re so sharp. It’s easy to cut yourself with his nails so he asks that you’re very careful, and even offers you some gloves. Malleus will provide you the tools for his nails since he needs specialized things since they’re really strong and normal nail files don’t do anything. He’ll let you do whatever you want with them since he never really shows his hands to anyone. If you match your nails with him though, he’s more likely to not wear gloves to class. Sebek was once stunned and silent when he saw that Malleus’s nails were a baby pink with white rabbit designs on them, before complimenting how they showed a different side of his young master.

When you let him do your nails, he’s very gentle with you. He’s overly cautious not to use too much pressure when holding your hand. His painting skills are pretty decent as well and rarely needs to clean up. If you ask him to do a design, he will fumble a bit, but normally it comes out pretty alright in the end. It’s nothing to write home about, but in all honesty, just having Malleus holding your hand for a long period of time is worth it.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia always color matches his nails to whatever color his hair is at the time. They’re pretty short but have sharp points at the end that are very dangerous and can slide through most things with ease. It’s why he enjoys wearing gloves and has the same kind that Malleus wears. It’s easy to not notice, but whenever Lilia doesn’t have gloves on, he’s very gentle in his touches. He knows how to not knick someone with his nails and always puts thought into it.

He’ll adore you doing his nails and will be warning you the entire time to be careful not to knick yourself. He has tons of nail polish colors and, while he enjoys color matching, he also lets you do whatever you want. On those days, he’ll change his hair color with magic to match the nail colors you did. If you do multiple colors then he’s going to have some interesting hair colors going on. It’s kind of fun doing his nails just for that.

He enjoys doing your nails a bit too much. He will always be matching his own nail color with yours, so whatever you put on him be expecting the same for you. He also loves messing around, and while your nail will turn out perfect, you can’t escape him swiping the nail polish over your nose and laughing. He’ll even draw bats onto your nails whether you wanted them there or not. Sometimes it’s a smiley face as well. He just has fun with it and always squeezes your hand when he finishes up.

Silver

Silver’s nail care is pretty simple, he files them and is done with it. The only time they are different is when Lilia takes matters into his own hands. As a kid Silver had colored nails that were always odd looking. He just doesn’t mother doing it himself since he doesn’t see much of a point in it. At the end of the day, they’re just nails and serve a simple function, so he doesn’t need to be over the top with them.

He will never turn down your offer to do his nails. He finds it relaxing and a great way to just hang out with you. Normally he just lets you do whatever you feel like. He’s fine with hot pink nails if that’s your mood for the day. He does get very relaxed when you’re playing with his hands and might start to nod off, his head falling then snapping back awake. If you give him a hand and arm massage forget it, he’ll be putty in your hands and asleep in a couple minutes.

He’s not the best at doing nails, but he’s going to try his best. He won’t really be doing nail polish on you since he knows it’ll turn out lumpy, but he finds it nice to just file and clip your nails. He ends up playing with your hands and giving you a mini massage every time too in order to make up for his lack of skills with painting them. He might even kiss the palm of your hand when he finishes so he can watch your cheeks heat up.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is practical with his nails, always keeping them short and files so they aren’t sharp. His nails aren’t going to grow overly sharp like the others, but they do have a point to them when they grow. It’s more of a blunt point, like almond-shaped nails. He doesn’t much care for it, but it’s hard to not be envious of how good they look when they’re grown out without him even needing to put in any effort.

He will be a bit flustered when you offer to do his nails and insist it’s not necessary but will give in since he has a soft spot for you. If you want to paint them, he’ll ask that you make sure whatever color it is will compliment his uniform. Lilia once said that, as Lord Malleus’s guards, they need to look neat and tidy when escorting him around. He takes this seriously and appreciates you making his nails the same green as the dorm uniform or even black.

He’s pretty bad at nails and is another one who will accidentally make you bleed. He will be so intent on making sure there are no dead cuticles that he goes overboard. The moment he sees the first bead of blood he’s apologizing and offering to grab you a healing salve. You might have to drag him down to have him finish because he wants to do that right away. After he calms down, he’ll probably try to match your nails with his own. Not because it’s a cute thing to do, oh no, he swears it’s because the polish is already out so he might as well.

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 3: Hatefucking with Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader. Word count: 1477 Warnings: Hatefucking (Or my shitty attempt at it), P in V, Lil bit of dirty talk, OOC!Steve Harrington (That bean would never act like this). Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

Normally when someone carries the titles of King and Queen in high school, it means they’re together. Or at least like each other. Friends at the bare minimum.

You and Steve Harrington are anything but.

Tommy and Carol like to joke about the “Kingdome being in strife because the King and Queen hate each other” which usually results in one of you telling the pair to shut up.

It really was hate at first sight for the pair of you. Starting at the beginning of middle school and following you into high school. Looking back, you don’t even remember what was done or said that put you two at odds to begin with, probably something stupid and juvenile, but it didn’t matter seeing as you both took turns doubling down on antagonizing each other ever since.

It was a rare day that you deigned to sit at the same table with Harrington, usually it was because he was dating, or fucking, one of the other cheerleaders and was sitting with her at the same table as you.

He’d tried to bury the hatchet once, in freshman year, asked you out on a date and talk everything out, at the time you’d thought he was being serious, genuine, his eyes had shone with what at the time looked like honesty, but then you saw Tommy and Carol giggling and whispering behind him and saw through the façade.

Your adamant no, sprinkled with a few choice words explaining why, and a couple more aimed at the giggling pair of assholes you associated with for no more reason than they usually supplied alcohol for your parties, was all it took for everything to pick up right where it left off.

You’d ranted and raved for hours to your friends about everything wrong with Steve Harrington, he was a womanizer, an bully at worst and complicit to bullying at worst, and that wasn’t to mention some of the things he’s said and done to you over the years, granted some of it was in retaliation to stuff you did, but he usually delt the first blows when you would square off.

Now, you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive in the physical sense, anyone with eyes could see he was pretty, between his hair, eyes, and physique, it was an undeniable truth that any girl in the school would want to fuck him.

If he had any other personality, you’d be one of them, but you prided yourself on resisting his charms, it helped that they were never aimed solely at you, but that was beside the point!

So how, in the literal fuck, did you come to find yourself bent over a desk in the home office of one of the other cheerleaders houses during one of the first parties of the year, with the very same asshole railing you from behind better than any other guy you’ve ever fucked?

Might have something to do with the two drinks you’d had, liquid courage and all that. It didn’t matter now, not with his big hands gripping your hips to pull you back into his thrusts, driving his thick cock deeper and hitting your g-spot head on.

“Fuck…You like that? Like how that feels?” You’d never pictured Steve Harrington to be the talkative type, but he made it work, voice heavy with hot breaths, smirk almost audible when you let out a pleased sound at a particularly good thrust. “Yeah, you do…Best cock this slutty little hole’s ever had.” He practically growled with a thrust harder than the rest, so much it almost reached painful in the unpleasant way.

White hot anger met your lust halfway as you bucked your hips back against him just right to both knock him back a step, and dislodge him from inside you, giving you just enough space to turn in his hold and shove him back into the desk chair.

“If I wanted to hear you talk. I’ve gone on a date with you.” You said through your teeth as you straddled his lap, mentally hoping the chair could handle your combined weight, finger weaving into the hair on the back of his head and giving it a sharp pull to tilt his head back. “So, shut the fuck up, and fuck me.”

His grin was feral as he looked up at you through those damned dark lashes, chestnut eyes burning hot. “Yes, Ma’am.” He said so quietly it was almost a hiss.

He held his cock in place for you to settle on, but offered no assistance other that that, not that he comfortably could with the way you were still gripping his hair, though with the pretty flush that was spreading down his neck, he didn’t hate how it felt.

With him nestled snuggly back inside you, the new angle making him feel somehow bigger than he had before, you set a slow rhythm first to get your bearings, then sped up when you felt more confident in the motions.

The room was full of the lewd sounds of your wet pussy moving over him, of your heavy breaths and the slapping of skin, and the faint sound of music and conversation in the living room downstairs. Slow rolls of pleasure worked their way up and down your spine, making you clench down on him every so often, which you saw made his eyes flutter just a little every time.

As you moved you could feel Steve’s eyes trained on where your bodies met, his gaze all but burning your skin, but it seemed that letting you do all the work wasn’t on his agenda as one of his hands, which had been gripping your hips, moved up to knead your tit roughly, though not unpleasantly, feet planting so he could move his hips to meet your movements, making the sounds of skin on skin louder.

The slow rolls of pleasure turned into sharp zings that had your tightening with every thrust in, and you could see him fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back in pleasure. “What’s the matter, Pretty boy? Never had pussy this good?” You taunted on panting breaths.

His sharp eyes snapped back into focus, filled with the same anger meets lust look you’d had moments ago.

That was the only warning you got before he was standing with you in his arms, and all but slamming you on your back on the desk.

The jarring movement, and sheer unexpectedness of it, knocked you a little for a loop, which gave him the chance to pin your hands over your head, giving him full control over the situation once more.

Rather than make a smart quip he set another brutal rhythm, clearly chasing his pleasure more than yours, but the only indicator of that was that he wasn’t looking at you anymore, as you were still clenching around him, now feeling that sweet building of pressure low in your belly that told you would cum soon.

And he could tell too if the way he was making choked off little noises, like he was trying not to moan, was anything to go by.

You came first, that much was certain.

You hadn’t been fighting it, trying not to cum, but even if you had it would have been a futile effort, between him still rubbing hard against your g-spot with every thrust, and his pelvis grinding against your clit in the same movement, it would have taken some pretty gnarly thoughts to keep your orgasm away.

And when it hit, it hit hard. A knot tight in your belly snapping, sending you arching up into him with a breathless gasp, and clenching around him tighter than you had the whole night as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you.

He followed shortly after you, a low sound that you could tell he tried to swallow and failed, his hot shuddery breaths fanning over your neck where his face was buried.

You both stayed there, panting, basking in the last dregs of your pleasure, for a couple of moments, before he sat up and pulled out with a word or glance at you, yanking his jeans back up and buttoning them as he walked away like he hadn’t just had a clearly mind blowing orgasm.

Cocky bastard.

You gave him the same level of attention as you scooted to the edge of the desk, righting your skirt and pulling your panties back into place from where they were hanging around one of your ankles.

He left before you did and was in the backyard watching Tommy do a keg stand when you emerged, you glared at each other as you stood by the punch bowl, silent mutual hatred, but it felt different now.

Shit.

[asherloki]

The prompt is "You never asked me anything in return, you just showered love on me, and all I gave you was doubt, unfaithfulness and mistreatment." :)

Just honesty

Marc Spector x reader

Word count:- 1288

Warnings:- quite angsty actually!

A/n:- I didn't actually thought I could use this prompt for a moon boy, it was fun writing honestly, hope you like it.

Dialogue prompt list here!

You were shocked when after a year of dating marc Spector you found out he has DID. All you ever ask for is honesty, you rather preferred him telling you right away than finding it out after a year out of nowhere.

"you could tell me marc, I would've understood" you said almost crying out of dishonesty, disappointment and sadness.

"I thought it'd freak you out, I thought you'd leave me" marc had his own reasoning too, you couldn't deny whatever his reason was to hide such thing from you was acceptable, you may have still stayed after hearing his mental illness but anyone else would've left him then and there, and anyway how was he to know. You forgave him, because why not, this man would do anything for you, anything to keep you happy. You knew one thing for sure, Marc Spector was the man who'd risk his life for you. Everything between you two went back to normal, until one day you found out another thing about him. Something that's unbelievable, Your boyfriend is an ex mercenary, yes ex but still, mercenary, he never said that. You being someone who'd prefer honesty had to deal with someone like Marc, who hid two very important things of his life from you. The one thing he never hid was him being moon knight, a superhero.

But this time it was enough for you, when you recieved the phone of his, the call from Bushman and heard all the things about his past you froze,

"I'm living with a... a.. freaking mercenary? no no no... it can't be... he's so sweet to me, nice to me he can't just..." your train of thoughts went on until a voice from behind interrupted.

"everything alright?" Marc, it was marc.

'the one I should confront' a voice in your head said. you slowly turned to face the liar, the one that was actually a liar in your eyes, your eyes were red out of crying, yet you didn't exactly cried. After the phone call you froze and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"baby, you're crying is everything..." he trailed off as he saw his phone in your hand " my phone". His heart gave a tug, that was enough for him to understand, the one secret that was left to discover was no longer a secret.

"Bushman " you said in your shakey voice, crying or rather shedding tears nonstop.

"he called? so I guess you know that..." before he could finish you said,

"mercenary". your face, the expression terrified the man thaf stood infront of you, it reminded him of his mother, when she blamed him for his dead brother.

"it's..." he couldn't say anything, what could he? what was there to say? everything is infront of you now.

"freaking mercenary" hurt, fear and disappointment was clear in your voice. Marc just stood there watching you, years of being blamed prepared him to not to cry, he didn't cry he just stood there.

"such a LIAR" you yelled at the word 'liar'.

"I didn't lie" Marc muttered under his breath.

"no, but you kept it hidden from me, and about your DID, what else now? what are you?"

he knew there wasn't anything left to discover but he still just stood there watching you. You stood there looking at the man you love, the image you had of him changing. Marc noticed the window behind you, the sky was cloudy, you always feared the thurders so he silently went passed you and closed the window so you don't be scared. You watched everything and laughed mocking his actions,

"oh my dear! oh Mr Marc Spector thinks he'd win me over again".

"I'm doing what I've always done, you fear the lightning so I... I'm sorry but I'm not a mercenary now" he said, ofcourse he wasn't anymore. but you could hardly let go off it, even though a voice in your head kept telling you 'please, you know he's the nicest guy to you, he's never hurt you, for a whole year as long as you've been together all he did is give you love and support, did you do the same?' the memories of him showering unconditional love on you played infront of you but then the scene infront of you was true too. You just wanted to run away, not caring about the weather,

"you know what?" you said looking at Marc "it's enough now, I'm... I'm going" that's all and you run. Marc could barely say anything but run after you, you ran down the stairs and landed on the road. The clouds, it terrified you, but better to run under it than being caught by Marc. So you thought and so you did. Following you marc landed on the road too, he didn't has it in him to utter a simple 'stop' to you. He knew how much his secrets hurted you and all he wanted was to hold in his arms and apologize.

You on the other hand ran, aimlessly, making all the few people outside stare until the Bright, flashing lightning lit up the sky like fireworks; banging, crashing thunder roaring furiously, sizzling, electrifying lightning zipping across the sky. It was a nightmare for you, all of these are nightmare for you anyway. but that was alot too handle, you fell on your knees, covering both your ears with your hands. Marc was terrified for you, he knew he'd freak you out but he had to, he held you in his arms as he too sat on the pavement. The sounds were terrifying, the flashing light reminded you of your life without these arms wrapped around you. Lonely, sad, scared. How can you smile without the man who did his best to keep you smiling? You let yourself fall into his arms and Marc tightened his grip around you. that's it, that's good, that's home. You allowed yourself to cry now, in his arms. After a minute or two you both stood up, that's when you saw Marc crying too, silently, like he always did when you doubted him, when you flirted with other men, when you took him for granted. Yet his hands reached to wipe your tears with a sad smile on his lips,

"I won't force you to stay, but I'd like if you forgive me, don't go like that please". he said with such pain that you could feel his heart was heavy,

"why do yoh care so much about me?" you enquired,

"because you know, I love you, you don't have to believe it but I do", he answered your question. You watched him, rather observed him. He lied or hid alot from you but one truth is that he genuinely loved you.

"You never asked me anything in return, you just showered love on me, and all I gave you was doubt, unfaithfulness and mistreatment." you said, tears still flowing down your eyes.

Marc's hand cupped your face as he said, " what can I do? one truth of my life is I love you" he then let go off you and turned around. He walked to his house knowing you'd sure leave him at this point. Until he heard footsteps and then saw your figure walking beside him to his house, he was confused ofcourse,

" you ... do you wanna come inside."

you looked at him with the expression of an annoyed girlfriend, the one he enjoyed extremely, " ofcourse, I need to get to my home, and these walls and rooms aren't my home, you are Marc, you are."

[prpfz]

[20 M4F] 🌹In search for a kindred spirit🌹

... Let's try something different, shall we?

Aren't you tired of bland roleplays that only consist of one liners and smut? Or extensive, tedious paragraphs of nothing? What about partners that suddenly ghost you without any reason?

If so, look no further!

Creative spurts come out of nowhere, and the one I had came in the form of a longing for a story that would inspire in me the same kind of passion and intrigue I felt from the books I read many years ago, and probably also because of my great passion for D&D and fiction in general. That tenderness mixed with the right dose of wonder that once filled my mind with endless daydreams, stories and characters... If you get what I'm talking about, you'll be a perfect roleplay partner!

In short, I'm mainly looking for someone to be a huge nerd with 😅

Think of it as a detailed, long-term roleplay with everything a story needs to be good, and filled with all those things dorks like me go crazy for, like being emotionally invested in fictional events or even giving characters musical themes!

Recently been longing for a plot that deals with hypnosis, specifically a character (in this case mine) becoming slowly but inexorably more and more addicted to the other. The kind of sweet, soothing manipulation where the victim drowns in one's affection and sweet words in a toxic relationship that is yes pleasurable and thrilling, but completely detrimental for his own mental health in the long run. Potentially having his mind completely subjected to hers in the end ❤️

One where their life paths mix in a genuinely engaging story that gives ample room for character chemistry, intriguing (and admittedly very UNBALANCED) dynamics and that sweet, sweet drama

And of course, while part of it will be psychological mind games, I've always been a fan of more *literal* methods that incorporate more or less literal hypnosis, which can range from intoxicating perfumes, kisses that subject one's will, a sweet soothing voice capable of submitting one's mind... and as a personal favorite, long, silky mesmerizing hair~

Mainly because I think exploring this kind of darker plots gives an insight on parts of us that we usually don't want to think about... but in all honesty, that would also be kinda hot :3

Further information about the characters I have available, along with sheets and image references, will be discussed in chat. I'll tell in advance that if I enjoy a roleplay I tend to become VERY invested, with extremely regular and detailed responses, and I understand someone might not match my level of commitment, so anyone interested is kindly asked to be transparent and let me know in advance if the story is becoming stale to them once we're in it. I've had far too many partners suddenly ghosting me in the past and I'd hate that to happen again

⚠️ Last thing to add, might be VERY important to know that I hate playing dominant roles, but you probably already got that

And as a last treat, here's a little prompt of how it might look like:

🌹

*The man's steps echoed through the forest, each one causing the veil of dried twigs and leaves to crackle under his feet. It were hours, or maybe even days that he was wandering aimlessly in those woods in search for the ancient artifact, but until then it seemed like all he did was walking in circles. The tediousness of his task was almost driving him crazy, and he was constantly on the verge of giving up for good, but for better or for worse his determination dictated him to continue*

*And then it happened. At first, it seemed almost like a mirage, likely given how thoroughly exhausted he was, but upon closer inspection the figure he saw moving amidst the foliage became more and more definite. From occasional glimpses of white and purple, he could then make out the outline of a body, a feminine one, and its erratic movements less and less dictated by chaos... It was a dance, performed by what would have been a normal woman hadn't it been for those long, luxurious white hair that elegantly flowed behind her and bounded with every step she took*

*Awestruck, he walked closer without even considering what to say, such was his curiosity, but be it for distraction or a deliberate choice, once he was just a couple of feet from her, she suddenly twirled, making her silken locks swipe right across his face. Upon impact, a cloud of velvety rose petals wafted from it, and the combined effects of its silken softness and flowery fragrance made his eyes flutter*

*From there, the world seemed to slow down*

🌹

What else to say? If this sounds like what you're looking for, and you too want a story to remember, hit either the chat or pms~!✨ (Looking exclusively for 18+ writing partners)

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[the-bees-patella]

AAAAAA i would like to know about all of these, but i’ll ask…

hhhh how do i choose

ok ok im closing my eyes and pointing—

untitled goose war game

(how do u feel about multiple asks? asking for a friend 👉👈)

(from this WIP post).

I'm sorry this is so horrifically long, but you ended up asking about one of my longest and long-standing projects! And please feel free to send as many asks as you like!

I don't even remember what I saw that reminded me of the concept of a Soulmate Goose (AO3 tag: "Alternate Universe - The Soulmate Goose of Enforcement"), wherein the premise is: one day, you wake up with a goose sitting on you and it leads you in some way or another to your soulmate, shenanigans ensue (it's often paired with the tag "Goose-typical violence"), and then you say oh and kiss and/or complete whatever other romantic rituals the author deems necessary, the goose disappears, and presumably, you continue to kiss and hold hands for eternity or whatever.

At around the same time, a friend informed me that Cody calls Anakin almost exclusively by his first name in the books and comics and the sheer disrespect necessary for that to happen absolutely killed me. I did not and will not be doing a fact-check because I believe we need whatever droplets of joy we can wring from this wretched washcloth of a timeline.

Looking at the dates, I'd just published my first Clone Wars fic and discovered two things in the process: 1) I needed to write more clone relationships immediately; 2) Cody's a right bastard.

Naturally, I decided it would be hilarious for Cody to get his goose and for it to run directly for Rex…only to be intercepted by one Anakin Skywalker. Anakin is, of course, enthralled with the idea of true love and building a home and a sense of belonging.

Cody would rather put own his eyes out with a spork. Hijinks ensue.

I started writing from Cody's perspective and got pretty well into it before I realized that in order for this rom-com scenario to work he'd have to: 1) realize that Rex likes him very much, 2) realize that, he, too likes Rex as a human person. At this point in the story they'd been fucking for months. Cody has been extremely chill and very relaxed about Rex in the CC groupchat. There was a whole thing with a grenade and a compass.

So I had to start over with someone who both had at least 50% of this mission-critical information, or at least the ability to stop playing 5D asshole chess with himself to figure it out, and also didn't make me want to do a little recreational enucleation.

Sorry, Rex.

A couple other fun facts:

The goose is a manifestation of the Living Force and therefore cannot die. Cody discovers this and starts sending GT-0101 on air reconnaissance missions.

The goose will not be paid in kisses or revelations. The goose demands blood. The goose will only accept human sacrifice; that is, total emotional honesty and nothing less.

(Does Cody just end up dying with the goose still next to him? Who can say.)

What this means is that you could fuck in front of the goose all the livelong day and it would remain, with its beady eyes and horrible beak teeth.

Cody is the first clone to get a goose. Make of that what you will.

Snippet:

“All right, General Kenobi?” “What? Oh, yes. If anyone is up to the task of—er—wooing Cody, it’s Anakin, I suppose.” They look over to where Cody and Skywalker are engaged in a ferocious tug-of-war over the goose. Skywalker seems to have clasped Cody’s hands over his death grip on the bird, and Rex can practically smell the yearning as his general makes aggressively optimistic eye contact. Cody doesn’t break his glare because he’s always been braver than Rex. “Skywalker,” he says. “Don’t make me take your other hand.” Rex turns back to General Kenobi. “You want to put credits on that, sir?” “The Force works in mysterious ways,” Kenobi says, much too cheerful, and gives Rex a side hug, something he has never done before in his life. Everyone is being extremely normal about this.

[marcellussorina]

3

For the next two hours Marc and Sorina took turns training the recruits, and for the most part handing them their asses.  There were a few that almost gave them a challenge, but the class was green and while it was clear that they had been listening to Sorina’s instruction during previous classes, they were still no match for the elder demons.  By the end of class, all of the students were exhausted and the instructors were feeling a bit pessimistic regarding how quickly the students would be ready for any kind of action.  Sending the students to the showers, Sorina and Marc headed over to one of the benches that lined the walls of the large training room to talk and rehydrate.

“I can understand Mithos’ concern a little more after seeing how slowly they’re progressing.”  Marc commented before taking a swig of water, then holding up a finger when he saw Sorina start to protest.  “I’m not saying it’s your fault.”  He clarified once he had swallowed.  “This is just not our normal standard for as long as they’ve been in training.  Are you able to identify anything that seems to be holding them back?”  He was hoping she had because he wasn’t, which bothered him.  Nothing was sticking out at all.

“They’re younger than the previous classes we’ve put through their paces, LT.  You and I were well past our maturity when we enlisted, these recruits have barely past it.  Some literally entering the legion just days after.  They have no experience in life or anything for that matter.”  She shrugged and made a gesture with her hand not holding her water bottle.  “They haven’t even fully come into their powers, let alone their strength.  With the split that happened when those loyal to the Princes left, our pool is smaller than before.  Our armies are still manage to be larger and better trained than theirs though.  Maybe we don’t need to shove them through as fast as we did before.  We’re holding our own right now.  The front lines aren’t hurting.”  If it had been anyone other than Marcellus sitting next to her, Sorina would not have been so frank, but she knew that he valued honesty above all.  She respected him, and he was a friend, so she was going to say everything that was on her mind.  He may not like it, but he’d know.   “All that keeping at this pace is going to do is set us up for failure.  Unless that is what someone above us is wanting.  You know that there is talk of at least one double agent.” She gave him a look with raised brows before taking a drink.

“And that is all that it is, Sor, talk.  Let’s not give in to speculation and rumor.”  Marc’s eyes met hers seriously, this wasn’t a discussion that he wanted to be in at the moment.  He’d heard the same things she had, and also knew that they were true.  The same way that she did.  Neither of them were naive.  “Regardless of the tea, you may have a point about slowing down the training due to the age of the recruits.  Originally I think that the idea was to quickly replace those who left with the Princes, but we’ve done that and more.  I’ll talk to Mithos and Thinius, or maybe just Thinius.”  He chuckled and lightly elbowed her before drinking.

“What is it with you and Mithos anyway?  Did you turn him down for a date or something?” Sorina asked with a smirk before taking a drink from her water bottle.  There was a teasing gleam in her eye that also made its way into her voice. 

Marc choked on his water, not having expected that question.  Sorina ended up pounding on his back till he cleared his lungs of the water.  “Haha.  No.  We are not each others’ types.”  He shook his head at her and rolled his eyes.  “I don’t cower to his shit like some do.  Our personalities just clash.”

“Awe, that’s too bad, you’d make a cute couple.”  Sorina laughed as Marc elbowed her teasingly. While she knew that he liked both males and females, she also knew that he preferred both to be very feminine, which Mithos was NOT.  Marcellus WAS Mithos’ type, but she doubted that counted for much because their personalities would be like a lit match and gasoline, and that was on a good day.

“That’s it, Sor, you’re buying the first round tonight.  That was uncalled for.  No backing out tonight, you’re going to have to show up.”  He chuckled as he stretched his neck from side to side, and got ready to go get cleaned up.  All the NCO’s were going out to the tavern, and a few of the Lieutenants had been invited along, Marc being one of them.  

“For just you or for everyone?  I think you overestimate my pay there, Marc.”  Sorina screwed the cap back on her water bottle and dropped it in her gym bag with the clothes she’d worn earlier.  She wasn’t going to shower at the gym, since she was going to have to change for the night out anyway it seemed.  It had been a consideration to show up, have one drink with a few friends and duck out in an hour or two, but it seemed Marcellus had other plans.  

“Make another comment like that one, and it’s the whole damn bar.  For now, just me.”  Giving her a wink he stood up and stretched, then waited for her to rise too.  They’d both be heading in the same general direction if she was headed back to the barracks, so he’d walk with her.  

“You going to let me live in your apartment and pay my way after that?”  Zipping up her bag, she threw the strap over her shoulder and stood shoving him lightly in the middle of his chest.   “You, I can handle, but a bar full of the legion?  You might have to support my ass for a year or more to pay that bar tab back.” Laughter danced in her eyes and voice, before bubbling up and through her lips.

“I guess you better watch your mouth then, shouldn’t you, Princess?”  He grinned at her, tapping her on the nose,  and loved the narrowing of her eyes in return.  “Hey, I could just write you up for insubordination and insulting a superior if you’d prefer.”  He held his hands out to his sides, tilting his head, and grinning even more.   When her mouth fell open and she just stared at him, he couldn’t help but full out laughing at her reaction.  “Lady’s choice.” He grinned and put two fingers under her chin to shut her mouth, still laughing himself.  “Now come on, let’s get home and get changed or we’ll be late and then you’ll buy two rounds for me having to deal with whatever gossip your ass gets started on me.”  Marc turned on his heel and started walking off, leaving her staring at his back.  He knew she’d follow, and he loved that he’d left her speechless.  It was a rare feat and when he was able to do it, he always relished it in the moment.

[survey--s]

606.

What would you say is the worst part of high school, period? The social aspect of it. I actually didn't mind lessons - in fact, I actually quite enjoyed that part of it, but I had un-diagnosed autism and really struggled with the social part.

What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? Red ones, but I only eat apples chopped into slices and dipped in something. I don't like them by themselves.

How old will you be on your mother’s 68th birthday? Is that ‘old’ to you? 37, and no, it's only a few years away.

Ever thought you were dying of something you weren’t even close to having? Not quite, but I did have symptoms of cervical cancer about a decade ago which really terrified me. It turned out to just be hormonal changes but I was really freaked out as I had to have all sorts of tests to make sure.

Ever want to be a doctor? Is it because of all the hospital shows? Nope. My dad was a doctor and honestly I can't think of much worse. The money is good but it's really stressful.

What do you think of all these reality shows that try to alter personality? I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

Where are your favorite pair of shoes in the whole world right now? In the porch area.

Do you live anywhere near a mall? Which one exactly? Not really - our nearest mall is probably in Workington which is an hour away from here, but it's pretty crap in all honesty.

If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? Whoever I saw first <--- well, exactly.

Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? No. I didn't mind it when I was younger though - I think I had more tolerance back then lol.

Do you ever have those ‘ah ha!’ moments? Do those annoy you? Sometimes and no, not really.

When is the next time you’ll eat a cupcake, if you know when? I have no idea, I'm not really a fan of cupcakes.

Does your family go on a lot of vacations? Are they more boring or exciting? We did when I was growing up - we went all over and they were great. Nowadays though, not so much. The dog is a bit more limiting plus prices have shot up recently. We're also both self-employed so need to factor in holiday pay etc.

Where did you last buy socks from? What do those socks look like? They were just plain white ankle socks from Amazon.

Do you ever lay in the grass and look up at the sky, just because? Nah, my back can't handle lying on the hard ground anymore, hahah.

When do you normally go to sleep on the weekends? I go to sleep anytime between 10am-midnight, no matter what day of the week it is. I don't really sleep in at weekends as it messes with my body too much.

Have you ever met someone with the same ‘biggest fear’ as you? I'm sure I have, yeah.

Do you ever have movie nights with your significant other? Yeah, though we haven't had one in a while. We have quite different tastes in movies.

Would you rather write with a pen or a pencil? Why is this? Pen - they're just more comfortable to hold and easier to write with.

Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all? No one calls me that.

What color skin does the last person you danced with have? White.

Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at night time? No, it's not really something I ever think about. I do live in a ridiculously safe area though.

Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? No. I never struggled with my grades.

The best field trip you’ve ever been on; where was it to anyway? Paris.

In the next twenty minutes, what will you be doing and where will you be? I'm waiting in for two parcels so until they arrive I can't go anywhere lol. They could be here at any point within the next three hours.

Do you work? If so, have you ever been fired, then rehired from the place? I do work but I have never been fired from anywhere before.

Can you tell when people are lying or telling the truth? That depends on the person. Some are good liars and some aren’t.

What would you say your average word per minute time is on the keyboard? I have no idea but it's pretty fast. I can touch type.

What is your least favorite class in school? Why is this? Maths and chemistry as they're the ones I struggled with the most.

Do you bite your fingernails or tap them on desks? I don't do either of those things.

Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? Not really.

Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? No. I haven't spoken to my cousins in years. We're really not a close family as they all live overseas.

When did you last spend the night at someone’s house? Last month when I was doing a house-sit.

Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? I don't really know my friends parents.

Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? I have done before when our washing machine broke.

When is the next time you’ll go to the library? Why is this? I have no plans to go to the library any time soon.

Do you know how to play pool? Are you any good at it? I can play but I'm rubbish at it.

Are you someone who likes to get in arguments or fights a lot? Nope. That said, if someone starts an argument with me I'll argue back lol.

[psychosomatist]

I'm so fucking tired of this feeling of utter exhaustion and knowing my body is digesting itself. I'm lying here thinking about food knowing I need it to just repair my tissue after last night and today. Can't sleep it away. Paying dearly for having tried to act normal and eat normal last night and this morning with J. I didn't even eat that much. But it was like real meals. Broke down at lunch and couldn't do it. Did my best. Didn't lie. Felt like crying. It feels like the anorexia is a person that won't let me out of this bed. I have food I could eat.

Told J I'm sorry and I still want to be around him but that I usually cut things short with people because of this.

He saw what and how I normally eat and that fucking sucked. And he saw me put things back in the fridge after prepping them. I just wanted to apologize over and over. Like this isn't on purpose. I want so badly to stop. I don't want to be like this. I just can't. Like if I'd fought it I don't know what would have happened. I almost cried.

It's been fucked up to realize how much social anxiety comes from being around food/ cooking/ eating.

And with J I just don't want to do that. I don't want to be weird and I've realized as of today that I'm no longer capable of pretending to eat normally for very long. I used to be able to pull it together but today it put me on the verge of a panic attack and I'm humiliated that he saw that. It felt like if I'd eaten I would have had to throw up and I REALLY cannot start fucking with that.

I just feel disappointed in myself that I couldn't get it together and just pretend. I used to be able to.

Right now I'm doing this instead of eating. On nights when there's cooking I hide up here. When people are over there usually cooking.

Dii and I are cooking together later this week.

I just want to fucking cry. I feel at the end of my rope. I just didn't want anyone to see. And I said that just because I'm not eating I don't want him to not eat or not get enough when we are together and then I heard how fucked up that was. Like I'd be worried about someone eating how I do even for a day or two and I didn't want to put him through what I do. I don't want to lie to him about things. I don't have it in me to hide things. So this is honesty.

When I'm eating all I can think of is that I'm eating. I look at it almost like an injection. I put it off and feel better after it's over. I just want to fucking cry.

I so badly wish I could have at least pretended. At least this time. I feel so fucking weak.

[halloweenismyfav]

: ̗̀➛ I'm proud to say that I'm a part of the TWST collab ("who does the prefect like?") hosted by @dulcesiabits!!! I hope that you all enjoy this╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯💖💖

—❥ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ɪ ғᴀɴᴄʏ ʏᴏᴜ

warnings: none

genre: romance, fluff, (attempted) comedy

pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader (+ platonic first years hehe)

word count: 884

extra notes: the reader is the ramshackle prefect!

♪ london boy – taylor swift

—♡ “Do you know why we called you here for this meeting, (Y/N)?”

“Uhh. . .This is my dorm, y’know, you’re the ones who asked to come over–”

“That’s besides the point!”

“The point is. . .”

“We know you’re dating Riddle.” ♡—

『••♡••』

So, you’re probably wondering how this all started. Well then. . .Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

— ʚ The Study ‘Dates’ ɞ

It all started with a small study date. It wasn’t even a date at the time, it was just Riddle helping you study for a test (as repayment for helping him round up some loose hedgehogs a few days prior).

The other first years didn’t really think anything of it at the time but they didn’t expect the study ‘dates’ to keep happening. It even got to the point where you were cancelling plans with them just because of these study sessions with Riddle. But hey, maybe it was just you wanting to get good grades for you and Grim, right?

— ʚ Your Phone ɞ

Usually when you hung out with the first years, you would only use your phone to show them something funny or to use Google to prove someone (typically Ace) wrong about something.

But now something felt. . .off. You were looking at your phone a lot more often than normal and were even giggling at whatever was on your screen.

You’ve never giggled at your phone.

What was even weirder is that you would lay your phone faced down so no one could read your messages. People usually only did that when they were hiding something. That's when Ace came up with a quote-unquote ‘brilliant’ plan. (Spoiler alert: it backfired.)

— ʚ The Stupid Brilliant Plan ɞ

When Ace suggested following you and Riddle around to see what you both did, Sebek and Deuce were yelling about how it was an invasion of privacy but Epel didn’t seem to mind the idea. Jack didn’t even react other than slapping the palm of his hand onto his forehead at the stupid plan that Ace concocted.

Needless to say, the dumb idea was put into motion.

The group put on disguises they deemed as acceptable before following you to the library. So far the study session was normal. Just Riddle going through the subject and making sure you understood everything he was saying. Sure, there were a few moments where his knee brushed yours and he got a bit too close for the first years’ comfort, but nothing that could make them 100% sure whether you were dating Riddle or not.

They watched as you both put your textbooks into your bags and that's when they saw it. . .Your lips pressed against Riddle's in a simple yet sweet kiss. His hand interlocked with yours for a second, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. A smile that neither Ace or Deuce have ever seen graced Riddle's face—a smile that was full of love and a bit of shyness.

“My rose, what did I say about PDA?” The dorm head seemed anything but annoyed despite what his question may have implied. That smile never leaving, instead it simply grew when your hand reached for his yet again. “I know, sorry! I just couldn’t help it. Plus it’s not like anyone is around~♪”

BLEGH. That was the only thought running through the first years’ minds (minus Jack, he was just glad that you’re happy in all honesty). Ace and Deuce couldn’t believe their eyes. Their dorm head was secretly a softy but for their FRIEND? The two thought they were going to faint on the spot.

Before they threw up their lunch, they quickly ran back to Ramshackle.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

“RIDDLE? FOR REAL?!”

“THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”

“WHY WOULD THE HUMAN KEEP THIS FROM US IF THEY TRULY RESPECT US?!”

After your friends finished their mini breakdown, that’s when they decided it was time for an interrogation.

『••♡••』

So, back to present time!

You sat on the dusty couch while the boys’ all stood in front of you. “So, what do you have to say?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t like that you decided to spy on me. Second of all, if you were really my friends. . . Wouldn’t you just wait for me to say something when I was ready?”

Well that certainly wasn’t what they expected to hear. Suddenly they felt something akin to guilt.

“I was actually going to tell you soon since Riddle seems like he wants to take this relationship seriously but guess I don’t need to do that now.” You couldn’t help but sigh before standing up and flicking Ace’s forehead. “Ow! You–. . .Y’know what, I deserved that.” He couldn’t even argue with you on that one.

“Nonetheless, you guys are my friends, so as long as you are happy for me in the end then it’s fine,” you spread out your arms, “Group hug?” That crooked yet loveable smile was hard to say no to. No matter how much they tried to act like that didn’t like the hug, you knew that they didn’t actually mind it one bit.

“I just have one condition if you're dating Riddle.”

“That being?”

“If I ever catch the two of you being all sappy or lovey-dovey then I won’t be able to talk to you for the rest of that week.”

“Oh shut it, Ace!”

Hope this was enjoyable cause my writer's block is still being a pain (╥﹏╥)💖💖💖 — 💘 Hallow 💘

[slasherhaven]

Hi, I have been following your blogs and really love them lol. If it's not a bother, I would like to place an order with Micheal Myers. The reader is Mike's new nurse and she is super caring and loving to Mike. Unlike the other staff, she treats him normal, even bringing him candy and she's not afraid to confront him. She even makes a mask to wear with him. How would he react? Especially after escaping from the sanatorium.

Michael Myers with a Caring Nurse Future S/O:

Nurses come and go all the time. Schedules change, most get scared off. It happens, and it never bothered Michael. He didn’t remember their names or anything, sometimes he would remember which ones seemed more nervous, the meaner ones, but he just didn’t care all that much. It’s not like he ever cooperated anyway.

So, when you came along, his new nurse, he didn’t even blink at the unfamiliar face. Admittedly, he was a little surprised when you spoke to him, not that he showed it.

You had told him that you were assigned to him, that you would be the only nurse working with him from now on. You said something about treatment being more effective and experiences being better when patients worked with the same members of staff rather than a different face everyday. 

But you both knew that it was more because you were the only nurse brave enough to offer to be assigned to Michael. In all honesty, you had felt a little disgusted by how Michael was treated and talked about. Yes, he was intimidating and had the capability to be extremely violent but he was docile for the most part, he had never lashed out at a nurse or any other member of staff. He had been here since he was a child, he was here for treatment, and how could he ever get better if nobody was willing to help?

And so, you became his designated nurse.

Michael paid you no mind at first, watching you closely whenever you were in his room but never acknowledging you when you spoke or did anything. You still spoke to him, greeting him with a smile, asking him how he was even though you never got a response. 

Something that he quickly noticed was that you were speaking to him, rather than avoiding eye contact, remaining silent, and shuffling around, practically cowering from him. No, instead you spoke, you smiled, you looked at him without fear. Michael didn’t care all that much about people but he could notice that you were treating him like he was normal, whether that was kind of you or just foolish. 

He knew what was different about you. You cared. You were here because you wanted to help people, because you cared about people, even those that everyone else saw as monsters or beyond help.

Then you started bringing candy. You had held your palm out, offering him one but he didn’t move. You weren’t phased, you just left them in his room for him. And when you returned, you took the empty candy wrappers, smiling and asking if he liked them. He didn’t respond but he ate them all so you assumed he did, so you kept bringing them.

Finally, after so long of getting no responses, you started getting silent responses. Nods and shakes of the head. So, you asked ‘yes or no’ questions, and he responded to each. However, he would just remain still if somebody else was around.

He seemed to become used to having you around, leaving you be when you were nearby, letting you accompany him around the sanatorium. In fact, he was starting to prefer it when you were there. You were the one person who didn’t speak about him like he wasn’t in the room.

Michael had always worn a mask, so you weren’t ever unsettled by it. He made them out of paper Mache since that was all he was allowed, that wasn’t a threat even in his hands. He had allowed you to join him one day, the two of you making masks in a content silence.

Other members of staff were amazed that you had stuck around for so long, they were even more amazed when you confessed that you weren’t even scared of the man. To be fair, he had never done anything to you that made you think you were in direct danger.

Michael was more confused than anyone else by your kindness. You were the first person he had been allowed to form an attachment too, and to his surprise a bond had started to be forged.

But then everything changed. Michael escaped the sanatorium.

You were sad to see him go, mostly because he wouldn’t be getting any help (thought the help he was getting was questionable in the first place), and you had no idea what he was going to do out in the world. Would he have anywhere to go? Would he be safe?....would he hurt someone?

Even after being locked up nearly his whole life, Michael is smart and resourceful. He had gotten hurt while escaping and knew that he needed to find somebody who would help him, somebody who had been helping him for a long time now. He needed to find you.

And so he did.

It was the middle of the night and you were at home, sleeping, when you heard movement coming from downstairs. You cautiously headed down the stairs, scared about the obvious intruder in your home.

“Michael?” you weren’t sure how to react at all when you saw the familiar man standing in your living room.

He doesn’t speak, he just shows you his wound. You’re not that type of nurse but you have basic training, you knew what to do. And you did want to help him, so you guided him to your bathroom and started to patch him up.

Of course, you had been afraid when you saw him. He escaped the sanatorium and cam to your home but he had never given you any personal reason to fear him before and when you saw he was hurt, instincts just took over to help him.

You aimed to get him to go back to the sanatorium. If he went back by his own free will, they would be much easier on him when he returned but right now the police were after him. You never voiced him to him, not yet, you knew he wouldn’t like it.

As you tended to his wounds, you had no idea what Michael was thinking or what he was planning.

You were useful, helpful. He liked you. He definitely wasn’t going back to the sanatorium but he also didn’t plan on letting you get away. He might have found it amusing, your soft features looking up at him so kindly, not having a clue as to what he was planning.

[nightswithkookmin]

I love yoonmin interactions and the friendship they share. But i really wonder why that ship is growing in numbers,yoonminers are now so many and some are starting to act like tkkrs..they have cute interactions but barely have any to suggest that they have anything between them. they obviously respect and care for eachother. Maybe good friends even. But, that's it. Still why is it popular? And the fandom seems to ship yoonmin too?

A little bit of bangtan ship history

Sit down get comfortable.

Tae kook is the largest ship in the fandom. Most Tuktukkers have Yoonmin as their sub ship ergo Yoonminer's large numbers. That's one.

2. Suga's fan base is growing. Especially with his recent solo projects. Seen his IG??Most Suga stans are or turn out to be Yoonminers or Sopers but with this whole Rap rivalry their fans have going on they'd rather ship Yoomin than Sope cos how else can they shit on Hobby and RM?

Yoonmin is a foundational ship. Most og Armys are on board that ship- just for the sheer sentimentality but that's another story for another paragraph.

A long time ago, at the inception of ships in bangtan, Yoon min, Tae Kook, Namjin were the most popular ship in the fandom. Jikook didn't exist cos they were boring as hell😐

Who wants to ship a shy guy who acts like the last thing he wants in the world is to breathe the same air as Jimin😐

As a PJM that offends me.

That whole seemingly unrequited love dynamic just wasn't fun to watch especially as a Jimin stan who gave zero fucks about the Maknae with no onscreen personality whatsoever. All he had going for him was the fact he was mad talented at every damn thing and his age- being the youngest of the group. Stage presence was ZERO unless he was performing then damn he was a beast. Whew. Jei kei eii!

The only time Kook was fun to watch was when he was with Tae doing homoerotic fanservice as a minor which I found truly disturbing, when he was with anyone but Jimin. I preferred his relationship with Jin to Jimin. His ship with Suga and RM was far far better. I just didn't want to hear Jikook. Their ship got on my nerves. If I could bust Jimin out of BTS to stop him from interacting with Kook on camera I would have. I didn't want to see all that.

Whoever gave them those stage roles did them dirty.

Their interaction was cringe as fuck. Especially when contrasted with other ships. I liked Kook until he showed up around Jimin then my blood would start boiling😐

Until recently those two couldn't even hug like normal human beings.

And if I catch anyone refer to him as a tsundere in those days I will give them a prostate exam with a drilling machine.

Most Tuktukkers are also Yoonminers because they like to ship Jimin with Suga to give them a false sense of security over their ship. Jimin can't be a whore and a homewrecker if he is in love with Suga hyung. Gotta admire their low intelligence.

Not gonna lie, as someone who started off as a yoonminer myself I must say there was some substance to Yoonmin. The yoonmin of today is totally different from the Yoonmin I shipped in the day.

I liked Suga, I liked Jimin so shipping them together just made sense to me. Suga has evolved. He hasn't changed much though. And there was some similarities between his personality and Kook... I'll get into that later.

I liked Namjoon and Jimin too so I'd occasionally turn into a Namjin troll and troll them for shipping RM with anyone but Jimin. Sope was laughable. Bahahaha laughable. But these days they are the shit I'm told.

Suga was out here having crushes on JM, drooling, tensing up, confessing on the low- recently I saw him play with Jimin's joystick and Iet me tell you I uWud😔

When August D comes out to play honey I glitch hard 😭😭😭😭

Suga and RM have me in a chokehold when it comes to Jimin. Add Tae to that list and I'm wobbly legs. It's not just that they care about Jimin, there's also that emotional dependency and attachment going on that I'm soft for. I love their emotional honesty and vulnerability around Jimin.

It's like Jimin said when Jin took a confetti or whatever out his hair, it's annoying when people fake their affection for others in the name of fanservice.

RM genuinely loved Jimin, admired him both as an artist and friend. The fact he used to call him friend rather than dongseang said a lot about the respect and value he placed on their relationship.

Also, I saw a side to Jimin through his lens and that made me fall deeper in love with Jimin and appreciate RM more.

I learned nothing positive bout Jimin watching him interact with Kook in those early days. Jimin came off as pushy, clingy, desperate, seeking validation, simp, ass kisser, can't take no for an answer, has no self respect or pride, with no sense of boundaries. I hated seeing Jimin like that. As someone who thought he was the most mesmerizing person and intriguing person I had ever seen seeing him like that around Kook was hard to come to terms with. He kept making a fool of himself around Kook to the point it started affecting him viscerally and you could feel the resentment build up in him on screen sometimes.

especially when his smile drops cos he'd have given up momentarily cos he was tired of trying, chasing, initiating, kickstarting when is like but why do this to yourself?? Dude ain't shit can't you see??

their early onscreen dynamic didn't bring out the best in either of them. Yet if you looked beyond the onscreen dynamic the tale was different. Not many people were willing to look beyond the failed scripted roles they were given. Not many were willing to unpack their dynamic even to this day.

Suga with Jimin was like Jikook, vmin, minimoni combined💀

You know at a point people (myself included) accused Jikook of stealing vmin yoonmin dynamics?? With that whole tsundere trope, that whole bestie trope.

All to find out those mother effers was screwing all along 😠

Well played Jikook. WELL PLAYED.

Yoonmin has been.

Their hay days are long gone.

I still enjoy their friendship. Jimin used to look up to Suga and validate him as an artist. No one respects JMs voice and talent more than Suga hyung. Even during Be he was the one constantly pushing Jimin to take up roles and do more.

He sees potential in Jimin- except that one time he said JM should limit himself to children's acts. He was high for that shit.

He pushes Jimin to be the best he can be. I like that very much.

When he says he prefer JMs voice or that he likes JM but JM don't like him he means it.

I picture myself as Jimin with Suga or Suga with Jimin. Yoonmin are visually attractive as a pair. I enjoy their body aesthetics as men and how good they look together. Jimin likes taunting Suga and Suga enjoys it unlike Kook who came off as not finding JMs antics funny in the slightest.

Jimin says it's cos he sucked at expressing his emotions- I'll take his word for it.

Jungkook has come a long way.

Currently, he is one of the most visibly animated members of BTS, grateful for the personality that shines through, I could watch him do nothing for 5hrs on camera and I'd still enjoy that video.

I love him when he is with Jimin now because that's when his nurturing side jumps out the most. I love how playful and carefree he can be around Jimin.

I think they both struggle being vulnerable around eachother in front of the camera now. At least now JM knows how it feels he can cut Kook some slack.

I received a lot of backlash when I said JM stops JK from showing affection sometimes but really it's all he's been doing since late 2020 and we've seen it happen over and over.

Jk stans are growing too but majority of them are also Tuktukkers or become Tuktukkers.

But sis, us jokers are growing too. Even if we don't grow i will be here to ship them and their goofy asses through thick and thin. Will cuss them if they move funny with each other and simp over them if they hit it good. They can take it or leave it but I'm not going anywhere 🤓

[yourmidnightlover]

all my fault

Request: spencer and y/n are married, and they’ve been trying to have kids, and then she finds out she’s pregnant. a few weeks into the pregnancy, she has a miscarriage, and at the hospital the doctor said it’s bc she had an abortion as a teenager, and it fucked up her it yet us. spencer didn’t know she had an abortion, and blames her for the death of the baby, and they end up sleeping separately for a while and they have to grieve by themselves. spencer ends up talking to emily about it bc of her experience and it has a comforting ending!

Summary: when reader has a miscarriage after trying to have a baby with spencer, and things about her past are revealed and leaves things rocky within their relationship.

CW: miscarriage, pregnancy, mention of abortion, spencer’s rly harsh at first, teenage pregnancy, mentions of surgery, a cervix condition that i kinda made up, depressive thoughts, negative self-worth, HAPPY ENDING. *please let me know if i’ve missed anything*

A/N: i’ve been working on coming up with a series, which i posted last thursday! i’m sorry i haven’t been as consistent with my schedule, this summer has really taken a toll on my mental health and school is about to start back up. i promise i’m not quitting writing, but my writing might become a bit more sporadic in terms of my posting schedule. i’m still not sure if i like how i’ve executed this piece, so please let me know what you think!

IMPORTANT A/N: this contains serious topics centered around pregnancy and abortion. reader end up blaming herself and it is a very triggering subject to some. if you aren’t comfortable with those kinds of depressive thoughts PLEASE DONT READ. i don’t want anyone to be triggered by my writing. your mental health matters. you matter. do not read if your sensitive to the subject matter, please!

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when you and spencer checked the third pregnancy test and saw those two, very clear lines on the stick, you felt an unbelievable amount of joy.

“oh my god,” you clamped your hand over your mouth, your eyes welling with tears.

“y/n…” he held his breath, holding your free hand with both of his own.

“you’re gonna be a dad,” you huffed out a laugh as his arms flew around you.

“and you’re gonna be a mom! we’re gonna have our own little family,” he cheered as he breathed in your scent, elated from the news he had hoped for since you said ‘i do.’

spencer had wanted to be a father since he met henry, you remember how attached he was to the child who wasn’t even his own. you hadn’t always wanted children, only when you were absolutely ready for them. now, you were more than ready.

your arms flew around spencer’s neck as his went around your waist. he dropped to his knees and began pressing kisses against a bump that wasn’t even visible yet, praising you and your body for carrying his child.

because it was so hard for you to get pregnant, spencer decided to baby you every chance he got. you didn’t do the dishes or sweep, you weren’t allowed to reach for high shelves or even step on a chair to do so. he was worried about you and the baby, so you let him. you found it endearing.

the perfect man that you married was so worried about the little bean inside of you, worried for your safety, that it drove him a bit mad. who were you to complain? each time he’d do one of the new little quirks like not letting you lift anything above 10 pounds, you just smiled to yourself and brushed it off.

being pregnant was something that you had lost hope for, in all honesty. spencer had been talking to a few friends who had adopted children prior to finding out you were pregnant. if this hadn’t worked out, the two of you were going to look into adoption.

spencer had planned your doctors appointment for 6 weeks after your last period. the appointment was in three days. and then the perfect outline you had for your future went down in crumbles.

you had been having pains in your lower abdomen, and you figured it was just because you were pregnant. you went to the bathroom like you normally would when you felt queasy, kneeling by the toilet in preparation for what was to come. only nothing came.

you decided to just go pee and get back to bed. there was a pain that wasn’t like you’d felt before when you were peeing, like someone had been pulling your intestines out of your body. when you looked down, you felt your stomach drop.

“spencer!” you cried out. “spencer, hurry!” you felt tears well in your eyes until he ran up beside you. his hand was on your thigh as the other one was trying to steady your shaking hand.

“what is… oh,” he looked in the toilet to see blood inside of it.

“spencer… what happened? i don’t know what happened. everything was doing so well and the baby-we just found out and now they’re-wh-what’s gonna happen?” you rambled out, unsure of how something this horrific happened so quickly.

“i-i don’t know, my love,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i don’t know. but we’ll go to the hospital right now, okay? we’ll get answers.”

you just nodded. you couldn’t speak anymore. you felt your throat closing in on yourself. you cleaned yourself up and got dressed. even looking in the mirror with spencer’s arms around you, you didn’t feel anything but guilt and worry.

spencer’s touch would usually be something to ease your mind and take away the thoughts of everything else around you. only this was something wrong inside of you. you were the problem this time. and you didn’t think anything could fix this feeling.

“let’s get to the hospital, yea?” you nodded as he held onto your hand, trying to ground you to himself as he guided you to the car.

you were silent the entire drive to the doctor. there was nothing to say. there was nothing to do. there was just… nothing. you were numb.

“hey,” he spoke up, “we don’t know what happened yet. there’s a chance it’s just a fluke, right? the baby might be okay.”

“what’re the statistics, spencer? tell them to me,” you ordered as tears flowed from your eyes.

“y/n…”

“tell me! why don’t you want me to know?!” you accused him, looking over at the man driving as he but his lower lip. “1 in 4 women who experience bleeding during a pregnancy are fine. 25 percent. the other 75 percent of people have either a miscarriage or serious complications. those are the statistics.”

“y/n…” he sighed, “it’s not your fault. you didn’t want this to happen. besides, there’s still a 25 percent chance that nothings wrong.”

“whatever,” you rolled your eyes and opted to look out of the window for the remainder of the drive to the hospital.

-

“alright,” the doctor entered the room. “we have the results from the test and we’ve examined the ultrasound pictures. i’m so sorry, but you’ve had a miscarriage.”

what were you supposed to feel? an overwhelming sense of sorrow? like a failure? like the one thing you wanted most in the world fell through?

“how-how did this happen?” you spoke through the tears. “we were so-we were careful. i didn’t lift heavy objects, i didn’t do repetitive motions, i just… we tried so hard to make this work,” you shook your head in disapproval, as if you wouldn’t accept the answer that had already been proven to you.

“there’s proof of an abortion when you were a teenager. there was severe damage done to your cervix that wasn’t assessed pre-pregnancy. now, we can repair the damage within the next two months, but it will still be difficult to become pregnant after the surgery,” the female informed you.

“then what’s the point of getting the surgery?” you scoffed, looking at spencer who was just staring off in space.

“while getting pregnant will still be difficult, maintaining the pregnancy is much more likely. the fetus would be more protected and secure after the surgery,” she explained with a pitiful smile, you couldn’t help but wonder how she could smile after giving you the worst news of your life.

“right,” you nodded curtly, allowing her to sense the mood of the conversation.

“i’ll leave you two be. i’m so sorry for your loss,” she gave the both of you a pitiful smile before exiting the room, the only sound audible being the closing of the door.

it didn’t feel real. it felt as though you were in a nightmare. only this time, you wouldn’t wake in spencer’s comforting arms. you wouldn’t hear the soft soothing voice of the man you love trying to calm you down. you wouldn’t feel the solace he would provide by merely being himself in your proximity.

the drive home was eerily quiet. there was an inkling of animosity between you. looking over at spencer in the driver’s seat, he had a dead look on his face, the only sign of previous emotion being his red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. he didn’t even look like your spencer. he looked like a stranger in the drivers seat with a cold expression that you could barely read.

you knew this was something you should talk about. when the nurse came back in the room it was only to offer a few referrals go therapists that specialized in this kind of grief. clearly, any couple should talk about losing an unborn baby. but you knew that’s not what spencer was truly upset about.

you waited until you shut the door to your apartment before saying anything.

“maybe we should talk about it?” you whispered, not knowing how he’d react.

“about what? the fact that you’ve lied to me for our entire relationship?!” he wouldn’t even turn around to face you. “i thought we were in this together, y/n. we aren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other - especially not any that just killed our child!”

“hey…” you winced at his words. “why would you say that?”

“that’s the truth! your choices when you were a teenager just killed our child! my child!” he finally turned to face you, and you wished he hadn’t.

“do you think i knew they would botch my abortion, spencer?! do you think that’s what i wanted?!” you stepped closer to him, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“i don’t know what you want anymore, y/n,” he shook his head, clearly exasperated.

“i want you. i want to get the surgery to fix my cervix. i want to grieve our child. i still want kids… with you, spencer,” you tried to ease the mood, calm him down. you reached your hand out to cup his cheek before he dodged your touch, afraid of touching you. “but you don’t want that?” you whispered so quiet, too afraid of the answer to raise your voice.

“i-“ he sighed and bit his lower lip. “i don’t know.”

“right. of course you don’t,” you shook your head before sitting on the couch, dropping your face in your hands.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he scoffed as he took off his coat.

“it means that: of course, you’re making this about you! it can’t be about us grieving our loss together like the doctor recommended?!” you peeked between your hands at the man you still didn’t recognize.

“maybe we shouldn’t grieve together since we can’t even have a conversation without getting angry at one another,” he tried to reason.

“the only reason i’m getting mad is because you’re blaming me for my baby’s death,” you spat back at the doctor before you.

“because it’s your fault!” he stood strong in his belief. “when you were a teenager, did you or did you not have an abortion?”

“i did,” you admitted.

“and the nurse said that in said abortion, they screwed your cervix up! if you didn’t have that abortion, our child would still be alive! we would be on our way to become happy parents!” he accused, rubbing salt in the already stinging wound. “it’s your fucking fault!”

“stop saying that,” you shook your head and dropped it back in your hands, trying to hide the tears that began to flow down your face.

“it is, y/n! i can’t believe you’re even trying to say this isn’t!” he chuckled, clearly getting under your skin.

“shut up, spencer!”

“i can’t, y/n!” he sat in the chair across from you before standing back up, too hyper to sit. “no wonder it was so hard for you to get pregnant.”

“spencer,” you begged him to stop, meeting his face with your teary eyes.

“y/n,” he stared you in the eyes, and you saw a glimpse of the man you loved for a second before he retreated to the bedroom.

you sat on the couch in confusion of what had just occurred.

when you were 15, you’re boyfriend was adamant about taking your relationship “to the next step.” you didn’t think you were ready to have sex, but you wanted him to stay with you. so, you gave in. it just so happened to be that you were one of the lucky girls that ends up getting pregnant her first time in spite of birth control and a condom. you couldn’t tell your mom about your pregnancy, she’d have your head on a pole.

so, you earned enough money from your job to get an abortion yourself. you went to a clinic and had your boyfriend’s mom come with you to sign as your guardian. was it smart to get an abortion that cheap? probably not. but you had no other choice. your mom had made it abundantly clear that if she caught you fooling around with him that she’d kick you out.

you were 15. you were young and still had to finish high school. there was no support system for you. you would’ve been on the streets with a little baby - not to mention the amount of debt you’d go into for just giving birth to a child in a hospital. it was the only choice.

and now you were being berated for making the only choice you even had - and by the person you loved most in the world.

you curled into yourself on the couch, laying your head on the arm and crying into the fabric. you released all of the tension and turmoil. you held onto the cushions as if it were the man that you wanted - no, needed to comfort you. because as much as you’d hate to admit it and try to fight those thoughts, part of you thought that spencer was right. it was your fault.

you fell asleep on the couch that night. you didn’t have the strength to get up to grab a blanket so you just sucked it up.

spencer didn’t sleep at all. he was used to having you curled into his chest, or himself on yours. he felt terrible about how he had talked to you, but he was too stubborn to admit anything just yet.

in the middle of the night he went out of the room to grab a glass of water. he saw you curled up in a ball, you head resting on the arm of the couch as you slept. it was the most peaceful you looked in the past 24 hours. but you began shivering as you slept. you were probably too exhausted to get up to do anything.

he went to the hall closet on a detour and grabbed your favorite, soft blanket and laid it on top of your body. after placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he went into the kitchen and made his glass of water before taking one more glance at you. you had snuggled into the blanket, pulling it up to your chin with a gentle smile that always appeared when he kissed your forehead as you slept.

maybe he didn’t screw up too badly, after all.

the next few days were spent avoiding one another. spencer couldn’t face you after knowing you had kept something so dire from him for the entirety of your relationship. you couldn’t face him after he made you feel as though it was your fault you lost your baby.

you would stay on the couch all day, barely eating or drinking anything while spencer would go out - only mentioning the library or the office to do more paperwork. eventually he just started sleeping at morgan’s house - probably because he couldn’t stand being around you.

you didn’t know how to grieve your baby, you were hoping that spencer might help, but that clearly won’t be happening. on top of that, you were worrying about your marriage. he couldn’t even look at you, how was he supposed to talk to you and sleep beside you?

a lot of times, it’s perceived that the only reason women were put on this planet were to have children - of course that’s a false notion, but it didn’t make it sting any less. your body had betrayed you. you had betrayed yourself.

it was only 12 days after spencer left when he came back home, if he could call it that anymore. once he walked into the living room, he saw you curled up in that same position on the couch. you had a blank stare that was directed towards the black tv. the only evidence that you were doing something was the empty water bottles surrounding you - certainly not enough considering he’d been gone for over a week.

when he entered you didn’t even flinch. your gaze stayed on the empty screen and your face remained vacant of any emotion.

in all honesty, morgan was the one to tell spencer he should check on you. spencer hadn’t told him everything about your argument, he knew he was in the wrong. but he was just so angry. regardless, he was here now, and it’s a good thing he was.

you hadn’t been taking care of yourself. spencer had morgan and savannah checking on him, but you had nobody. he only realized this when morgan pointed it out. and as upset as he was, spencer would always love you. your expressionless face only worried him more. your clothes had been changed from when he last saw you, but he doubts you’ve had a shower.

he stayed silent as he began picking up the empty water bottles from around the table and couch. you looked at him quizzically with furrowed brows.

“what’re you doing?” you asked, your chin already quivering as tears threatened to stream down your face.

“i’m trying to help,” he whispered as sensitively as he could, making eye contact with the most pitiful face you’d ever seen.

“i think you’ve helped enough,” you rolled your eyes before resuming your serious stare-down with the television. “you can leave.”

“no, i can’t,” he replied, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch while being sure not to touch you - he didn’t know if you were ready for that.

“you already did,” you brought to his attention, briefly looking at him. “just go.”

“y/n, i-“

“i don’t want to hear it! what’re you gonna say that could make me feel worse, spencer?!” you let the tears fall past your waterline. “i know it’s my fault. i know i screwed up! and i’m sorry! i’m so sorry!” you replied with far too much sincerity, the tears streaming down your face before he scooted closer to you, planning on wrapping his arms around you. “stop! don’t come near me!” you pushed his shoulders away. “it’s my fault,” you lowered your voice significantly before wrapping your arms around yourself.

he had called emily as soon as he got back into the bedroom. he knew she had previously had an abortion when she was a teenager, and he just needed to hear her side of it. part of him didn’t even expect her to pick up the phone.

“reid, what’s wrong?” she immediately answered.

“i-i think i need to talk to you,” he whispered in a hushed tone.

“right now?” she asked in a mildly concerned tone.

“if you can? the sooner the better,” he answered honestly.

“alright. you want to meet somewhere or just come over?”

“can i just come over? it’s really personal and i wasn’t sure who else to go to,” he began tying his shoes and hoping she’d agree.

“of course, come on over,” she replied in a worried voice.

“ok. i’ll be there in twenty.”

he quietly left the apartment, not before sparing you a regretful glance. he lost his child, but you also lost your child as well. he just couldn’t control his anger. and partially, he thought he was right.

how could you not have told him about something so serious? the second you had began having issues getting pregnant, maybe you should’ve been open about previous pregnancies.

“hey,” emily greeted before giving him a hug after seeing his teary eyes. “come inside.”

“thanks,” he sniffled before stepping into her apartment.

she guided him into her living room and sat down on the couch beside him. they sat there for a few silent minutes before he was able to work up enough courage.

“y/n was pregnant,” he whispered, barely audible if she weren’t right beside him.

“was,” she pointed out, already feeling as though she knew the rest of the story.

“she uhm-she miscarried two weeks ago,” he somberly admitted for the first time to someone else. “the doctor said it was because she had an abortion when she was a teenager that somehow ruined her cervix.”

“and that’s why you felt like you needed to talk to me?” she gathered, she was a great profiler for a reason but this was far more obvious.

“i was pretty harsh. i-i told her it was her fault,” he bit his lower lip as he grimaced. “i really rubbed it in, too.”

“spencer… “ she sighed, taking a deep breath before continuing. “you’re mourning a life, right now. obviously, that would raise tensions and emotions would be heightened. but… have you apologized? for telling her it was her fault?”

“no?” he replied after thinking about it. “i was going to do that today but she’s… she’s not in good shape. i’m not saying she needs to be perfect, but while i was at derek’s i can tell she didn’t take care of herself. she barely drank any water.”

“did you ask her why she had an abortion? why she didn’t tell you? did you ask her anything about how she’s feeling?” emily asked once more.

“no,” he cowered down, feeling even worse about the truthful answer. “i was just… selfish. i didn’t think about how she’s feeling. i just-i feel so bad now, seeing what state she’s in.”

“when i got an abortion it was because i wasn’t ready for a child,” she began to inform him. “i was a child, myself. how was a child supposed to take care of another one? my mother would’ve been disgraced. i basically had nobody there for me. i kept it a secret because having an abortion is so controversial. i knew people would look at me differently for making a responsible decision for my future.”

“god, i feel so bad,” he began to tear up himself. “i love her so much and i told her these horrible things.”

“make it right, spencer,” she gave him a supportive smile and pat his thigh before he stood up.

“i-i have to go,” he wiped the tears from his face before giving emily a hug, grateful she would listen to him at such an ungodly hour.

he quickly drove back home, where he decidedly belonged in the first place. he never should’ve left home. he never should’ve left you. you were his home, and he didn’t know how he could possibly lose sight of that.

“y/n,” he cooed as he entered the apartment once more. it was noticeably a bit more clean. the trash was taken out, the dishes were done, and your hair was wet from a shower - he assumed. “hey,” he smiled when he saw you sitting on the bed, cheeks still red and tear-stained with red, puffy eyes.

“hi,” you sighed as you brushed your hair, spencer sat down beside you.

“how’re you feeling?” you shrugged. “i need to apologize to you,” he admitted, placing a hand on your thigh. “i’m so, so sorry for what i said. telling you that it’s your fault that we lost our child… i-there’s no excuse. i was clearly upset, but so were you. what i said was so out of line, and i’ll never be able to express how sorry i am to you.”

“you’re right,” you shrugged. “it was my fault.”

“no,” he rubbed his thumb on your skin. “it was not your fault. i’m so sorry i made you believe that.”

“when i was 15 my boyfriend at the time pressured me to have sex. we used a condom and i was in birth control but i still-i still ended up pregnant,” you began, taking a deep breath before continuing. “i couldn’t tell my mom because she would’ve kicked me out, so i saved up some money and had his mom take me to a cheap clinic. she signed as my mom and i got the procedure done. that was the end of it,” you finished tears streaming down your face. “a few weeks after the procedure i started having pains in like my lower back, but i didn’t think anything of it. so… it is my fault. i shouldn’t have gone to a cheap clinic, but i couldn’t live on the streets with a baby and no way to clothe or feed them.”

“y/n,” he got your attention, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “you were a teenager who had no other choice, love. it’s not your fault, it’s the clinic’s.”

“i just… it hurts so bad, spencer,” you shook your head in defeat before he wrapped his arms around you. “not even just emotionally, my body physically hurts so bad. i don’t know what to do and i thought i lost you and i didn’t know what i would do without you because i didn’t think you loved me anymore because it’s my fault,” you ranted out, sobbing into his shoulder before he moved the two of you around the bed to lay down, you on his chest.

“i’m so sorry you had to go through that, and that you’re still dealing with the repercussions,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “but know that i’m not leaving you. i love you and nothing will ever change that.”

“there’s nothing we can do now,” you whined, clutching to his shirt as if he’d disappear once more.

“we can go to the recommended therapy. we can get that surgery to fix your cervix,” he reminded you, rubbing circles onto your back as you sniffled. “then, if you’d like, we could try again for a baby.”

“so you still want to be with me?” you whispered by his ear, clearly worried of the answer.

“of course i do,” he said as if there were no other option; there wasn’t. “i’m so, so sorry, love.”

“the reason i didn’t tell you is because,” you sighed as you shuffled on top of spencer, now sitting on his lap and facing him. “because there’s this stigma that comes with having an abortion - and i didn’t know how you’d react. i also didn’t know it didn’t go well in the first place, but that’s a different story,” you chuckled. “i’m sorry. i should’ve told you about something so serious.”

“you don’t have to apologize,” he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “that was from your past. this is our future, we shouldn’t get caught up on it and allow it to ruin this.”

you nodded, “you’re right. are-are you staying here, now? or are you going back to derek’s?” there was an obvious look of hope in your eye that spencer never planned on squashing.

“i’m staying here,” he smiled. “home. you’re my home.”

“you’re so cheesy,” you rolled your eyes as a laugh left your lips.

“i’ve missed your smile,” he pressed a kiss to those very lips, your smile not going away but growing even bigger.

“i’ve missed you,” you pointed at his chest. “please don’t leave again.”

“i won’t. ever again,” you held your pinky out, he smiled and wrapped his own around it. “i’m so sorry.”

“we’ll work at it,” you sighed. “we’ll build back the trust and fix my stupid cervix and then maybe try again for a baby.”

over the next few months spencer and you had been going to therapy once a week, mourning the loss of your baby and working through your other issues.

five months after you found out about the miscarriage, you had the surgery to fix your cervix.

one year after you fixed your cervix you and spencer began talking about having a child. you were extremely nervous, rightfully so. you voiced your concerns to spencer about what if the surgery didn’t work? what if your cervix wasn’t the only issue? and he replied by reminding you that you would both take this one step at a time.

seven months after having the conversation with spencer about having children, a miracle had caught up to you.

you were pregnant.

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