#dont worry hes ok. probably. uh

[astronomodome]

you should see the other guy

[bloggirl8842]

My psych says I don’t like my mom or my ex because they make me vulnerable but I think it’s because they are/were both serial boundary violators. Well serial boundary violators sounds serious but I mean they are just good kind people who would not leave me alone when i ask(ed)

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: it not too long i so sorry

prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”

“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”

“you can’t remember anything” -nat

“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony

“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve

“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor

“at least im not the only one” -steve

it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot

much much more serious than that

rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun

you name it you forgot it

i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke

“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony

“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you

“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony

“oh ok i forgot” -you

“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision

“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you using the microwave? you dont eat”

“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision

“he’s got you there” -steve

“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out

you walked right back in

“what’d you forget?” -steve

“wallet, phone, keys” -you

tony noticed

“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony

“not sure, just out” -steve

“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony

as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover

“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you

“check your wrist, kid” -nat

“oh, right…okay thanks” -you

“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you

“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony

*clint loudly snickering over comms*

kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out

“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”

you forgot to set a timer

and forgot you were making cookies

the avengers honestly did find it endearing

just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line

but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly

“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony

“i will not” -wanda

“oh well nevermind then” -tony

honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you

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[jo-harrington]

Team Building (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: No one does Halloween quite like the Hellfire Club, and you just so happened to have promised to join them.

Previous Part: Closing Time

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Reader works at the Claire's at StarCourt. Eddie works at TapeWorld. Mutual Pining and Slow Burn, Fluffy Fluff, Trick or Treating

Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN and welcome back to the Store Manager Verse. I actually wanted to be further along with my chronological releases but it just never happened. This one is definitely probably one of the best timed releases with the holiday but there's a minor note that there's...maybe a reference to a yet-to-be published installation of the story. Eddie and SM are gonna be going on a little road trip at some point and will meet some of SM's family. DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT FOR NOW. Just enjoy the shenanigans.

You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager and all of my other writing.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

---

"You look cute today."

"Thanks!"

"You need to look less cute next week. We're doing zombies, remember?"

"Got it."

Every day.

"Did you pick up that fake blood from Melvalds like you promised?"

"Yeah it's at home."

"Ok great because...because I was a little afraid you were gonna forget about our plans."

"Don't worry Eddie."

He reminded you every day.

"Ok so we're meeting at Gareth's at 4 on Thursday."

"Alright I'll be there."

"No, uh, glitter makeup? We're going for realism. Shock and awe."

"I swear to god!"

Every day for an entire week, whether he was scheduled to work or not, Eddie showed up at Star Court to remind you that you had promised to go Trick or Treating with him and his friends.

It was cute endearing.

October--and more specifically Halloween--was one of your favorite times of the year at work. It was laid back and fun. No pressure from either Back to School or the Holiday rush, you could "dress up" with little costume pieces or fun makeup every day, and you could have a bowl of candy at the cash wrap that made everyone's day a little bit brighter.

And outside of work, you'd really embraced the season.

Correction, Eddie made you embrace the season.

Before moving to Hawkins, Halloween had always been incredibly...commercial. Costumes and decorations from the little seasonal aisle at the drugstore. The biggest display of candy at the grocery store that you needed to stock up on unless you wanted your house egged.

And your social life consisted, mainly, of outings with your coworkers. Pumpkin patches and haunted hayrides almost always became team building activities. That wasn't to say your coworkers--new and old--weren't your friends too.

But with Eddie...it was different.

A harvest festival outside of Muncie, horror movies late at night during a thunderstorm, warm apple cider at Merrill's Farm while looking for gourds that were shaped like your heads. Pumpkin carving on the porch at the trailer, cutting out bats and cats from black construction paper, and now Trick or Treating with his friends.

You thought, early on in your friendship, that it was just some throw away comment. But knowing him as well as you did now, you realized that he really meant everything he said.

Every promise was purposeful, especially when it came to the people he cared about. Which was why you were sure he was determined to make the night perfect. Not only for you, but for everyone.

Especially the handful of little sheep that were newcomers to Hellfire.

"The freshman," he explained on Sunday as you worked on your costumes together. "They're little turds but...I dunno, they have potential."

You'd already heard about them at the beginning of the year as Eddie gushed about his new recruits; younger brothers that Eddie sort of always wished for but was thankful he didn't actually have.

"They're not gonna think I'm some like...weird old person right?" you laughed self-consciously, thinking back to Jeff's comment when you said you wouldn't buy them beer. And sure you were not that much older than Eddie, but you were sure you were ancient to a bunch of 14-year olds.

"You're the coolest person I know. And I'm the coolest person they know."

"You saw how my brother is though," you waved your hand dismissively. Jimmy's words--who would have guessed your boyfriend's not lame like you--wouldn't stop echoing in your head though.

Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend.

Eddie still wasn't your boyfriend.

They must have echoed in Eddie's too because his cheeks flushed and he immediately became bashful. He ducked his head into his shoulder a little bit and refused to meet your eyes as he hacked away at the sleeves of the old flannel in his hands.

"Your brother," he finally replied, "is a little turd too. I'm sure the kids will worship you. More than they worship me. I promise. Everything will be alright."

---

Before you knew it, Thursday rolled around.

You were running late to get to the Emerson's to get ready thanks to a last minute visit from your DM. Who knew that pictures of you and your team for the company-issued costume contest would take so long?

Still, to save time, you decided not to change costumes until you got to the house. Seeing as Eddie had grand plans for everyone's face paint to make them look as close to Day of the Dead as possible, you figured you would be fine.

However, you were not expecting the entire gaggle of boys to stare at you with stars in their eyes as you stepped out of your car, duffle bag full of torn old clothes and gallon of fake blood in-hand, done up like a glam metal superstar.

Or as close to it as you could get with the accessories you carried at the store. Rainbow hair extensions and glitter spray, layers of chain jewelry, and too much cheetah print.

"You," Eddie began as he pushed through the group to get to you. His face was already a ghastly pallor thanks to a layer of facepaint from melvalds, exactly as he had envisioned. "Are a traitor and a turncoat, a disgrace to the uniform, and your status as Corroded Coffin's number one fan."

"I've literally never heard you guys play," you rolled your eyes at him.

"Did my lesson about the different types of metal mean nothing to you?" he clutched a hand over his heart and then reached out and fiddled with your jewelry. "And didn't I say no glitter."

"I just need to use the bathroom to wash it all off. Then you can make me gross and moldy like you."

"It's not mold. It's rot. Get it right." You flipped him off and he grinned. "Hey sweetheart."

"Hi."

"Nice of you to finally join us."

Eddie threw an arm around your shoulders and led you into the garage. You said hi to Jeff, Gareth, and Dave, and then he introduced you to the sheep.

Mike and Lucas and Dustin and Will.

They were all a little bashful as Eddie went down the line; it was reminiscent of when you met the others, except less fun facts and more silly tidbits meant to embarrass the kids.

Will the Wise whose worst stat was intelligence. Dustin who had a girlfriend in Utah--

"She's real, I swear."

--Mike who had already gone through two new characters because he couldn't roll to save his life. Literally. And Lucas who liked sports.

"Oh my god," you scoffed at Eddie. “You make it sound like sports are a scourge."

"They are."

"You like hockey."

"I," Eddie paused. "Tolerate hockey."

You grinned triumphantly and said hello to each of the boys before ducking into the house to get changed.

"Dude, she is way out of your league." you could hear Mike whine, followed by a dull thud of a fist hitting an arm.

"That's what we've been telling him the whole time," Dave cackled.

---

Eddie and Will were the masterminds behind the zombification process--bickering back and forth about what scar went where and how gross that pus should look as they applied facepaint--but all the boys tossed in their creative input.

"Oh my god, do you still have that rubber eyeball from lunch? We can glue it to Jeff's hand."

"What if--don't touch my hair--what if we--don't touch my hair."

"More blood! More! MORE!"

Before you knew it, two hours had passed, it was dark out and gaggles of Trick-or-Treaters were already filling the streets. Gareth's mom had set herself up on the porch with a bowl full of fun-sized candy and wished you all farewell as you took off down the sidewalk.

A veritable hoard of the undead, with ripped clothes, foaming mouths, blood-soaked hands, and pillowcases to double as treat bags.

To your surprise, there was a lot more to Trick or Treating than you had initially thought. All your childhood, you'd just gone door to door for a few blocks, rang a bell, got some candy, and at the end of the night traded treats with your brothers or your friends.

To Hellfire, it was just as involved as any of their DnD campaigns. And it's how you learned more about each of the boys, and surprisingly, more about their fearless leader.

Lucas and Mike were the perfect strategists and, as you began your trek, listed off neighborhoods that gave the best candy. You got the in-depth analysis between full-size and fun-size candies, chocolate versus peanut butter versus nougat, and you made a mental note to be more mindful of the choices you put out at the cash wrap for next year.

Dustin and Eddie were the navigators mentally mapping the distances between each neighborhood and how quickly and efficiently the group could get around.

"We should have just taken the van," Eddie scoffed when Dustin suggested Loch Nora first, the furthest trek of the night.

"No, then we'll end up back at Gareth's by 10. We just need to walk fast, it'll be perfect."

"And my mom is making a casserole for dinner," Gareth piped up. "She said you're all welcome to stay."

"Why don't we end at my place," Mike suggested. "We can just hang out in the basement and my mom will order pizza."

"No one wants to sleep in your dusty ass basement Wheeler," Dave scoffed.

"We're definitely skipping school tomorrow," Eddie pointed at all of the kids. "I hope you all know that."

Dave and Jeff, much to your surprise, were the "war generals" as they so graciously called themselves. They had a few rolls of toilet paper and a carton of eggs tucked away in their pillowcases, in case they came across--

"The enemies!!!" The older boys hollered into the starry night sky, quickly earning glares from other kids and parents as they passed.

"And who would that be?" you asked. The entire group looked at you like you'd grown a second head. "I'm sorry I'm not well-versed in Halloween mischief."

"Oh it's gonna be fun corrupting you." Eddie laughed wickedly, and started ticking off examples on his fingers. "People who tell us we're too old to trick or treat."

"I thought you said no one cared!" you exclaimed.

"Most people," he clarified, "don't care. But someone called the cops on us. What was it? Last year? Year before?" He looked at the older boys for confirmation.

"Mrs. Peterson who likes to sic her dogs on the kids who get too close to her rose bushes," Lucas offered next.

"If someone has their porch light on, but doesn't answer the door."

"When someone gives raisins instead of candy," Will supplied, ignoring Dustin's quiet, I like raisins.

The list went on: people who made fun of their costumes, the one house where the guy sat on his porch and douse kids with "holy water" for engaging in devilry.

"And Jason Carver," Eddie finished with a flourish.

They all looked at you for some kind of objection...or maybe your approval? You weren't too sure.

But at your soft nod, they all whooped and hollered and a few of the younger boys even took off running so they could jump and scare some of the kids who were just minding their own business.

"See?" Eddie asked and grabbed your hand in his as you followed at the back of the group. "And you were afraid they were gonna think you were some gross old lady. They're trying to impress you."

"Impress is a stretch."

"Ah ah ah," he shook his head. "I will hear none of it. I told them all that they were to be on their best worst behavior. Make sure you have the best time. That they are mere peasants here to serve the Queen of the Undead."

You let his hand go and pushed him away from you, even though your heart beat a little faster knowing he wanted them to behave around you.

"Go before I gnaw on your brains."

"You promise?" he waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

"Go!"

---

It was an eventful night.

You moaned and groaned and shuffled your way across Hawkins, just like the zombies in Romero's movies, to get all sorts of sweet treats. Candy and popcorn and fresh-dipped caramel apples that someone was making in their yard in Loch Nora.

The group successfully TP'd one house, and you'd even personally egged someone's front door after they called the gang delinquents. You were not athletic in the slightest, but you hit your target dead on, and basked in the boy's gleeful war cries.

You were grateful for Eddie's suggestion of sneakers because you'd walked more in those 4 hours than you had during any Black Friday or Christmas Eve double shift in your entire career. You were sure even a day at Disneyland couldn't hold a candle to the Hellfire Club Whistle Stop Walking Candy Tour of Hawkins.

The boys all took to calling you mom pretty early in the night after you stopped Jeff from chomping into a handful of starbursts.

"Your braces," you reminded him, motioning to your teeth. "You're gonna snap a wire; you hate the orthodontist."

He groaned and all of the boys started snickering. Eddie, of course, was quick to shame him.

"Listen to your mother!"

And the nickname just stuck.

Of course Mike--who you noticed tried to emulate Eddie most out of the group of freshman--had a retort.

"If she's mom," he said smugly. "Does that mean you're dad?"

The boys all started making kissy faces and you had to laugh as Eddie got a little flustered.

After watching him flounder for a comeback, you decided to help him out, so you crossed the distance and pressed a quick peck to his cheek before you turned and shook your finger at the boys in a disappointed way.

"Next person to sass your father," you started. "And you're all grounded." They all looked a mixture of confused and worried for a second.

"What does that mean?" Lucas asked nervously.

"It means you start the next session with half of your hit points," Eddie finally recovered, voice growling in a threat. The boys all clammed up and turned to head to the next house.

"Sorry about them," he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Nah, it's ok," you smiled reassuringly. "They meant well. Still...til death do us part, I guess."

You both froze and you started panicking.

Why had you said that?

Still, Eddie was able to make it all better. He shuffled his feet and cracked a smile, then gestured to your costumes.

"Or uh...undeath. Considering."

Still, you had butterflies in your stomach every time one of the boys called you mom and dad for the rest of the night.

---

By the time 10 rolled around, you were back at the Emerson's house. Gareth's mom greeted you all excitedly with sodas and plates of hot buffalo chicken casserole with crispy tater tots on top, and you all sat in the garage to eat and divvy up your haul.

"So," Eddie slumped on the sofa next to you at some point after dinner was finished. You were tiredly watching Lucas and Dave argue the merits of Three Musketeers versus Milky Way and glad for the distraction. "Did you have fun?"

"Of course."

"Enough to do it again next year?"

"Is this your way of telling me you guys trick or treat every year?" you joked. "Because I kind of picked up on those hints all night."

"More like...I don't know," he sniffed awkwardly. "You still planning to be my friend next year?"

"Stop asking me that," you hit the back of your hand against his chest. "If I got to see you be a big dork with your gaggle of kindergarteners--"

"Hey!" came Will and Mike's whine from a few feet away.

"--and I'm still here, nothing's gonna scare me away Eddie."

He grabbed your hand to stop you from hitting him again, but stayed silent for a moment, eyes darting back and forth between yours as his tongue worried his lip.

You got nervous the longer he hesitated to say something, and once he did, you had the sneaking suspicion it wasn't exactly what he'd really wanted to say in the first place.

You hoped it wasn't what he wanted to say. Hoped it was just something he couldn't say in front of his friends.

"Then you don't mind if we do Alien next year. And before you say anything, I think I would make a great Ripley. I already have the hair for it and I'm pretty sure I have that same underwear."

"Sure Eddie," you agreed a little stiffly. "Sounds perfect."

He smiled, but it didn't quite meet his eyes.

Still, the two of you stayed huddled together on that couch for the rest of the night, surrounded by friends.

Hands held comfortably together.

Next Part: Promotion

[marikosenwrites]

karasuno boys - dating headcanons (pt. 1)!

a/n: sen here!! heyy obsessing over our haikyuu boys are we <3 yes i am i'm only on season two right now though, almost season three!! i'll be doing aoba jousai, nekoma, and fukuroudani gakuen! enjoy!

characters: hinata shouyou, kageyama tobio, tanaka ryuunosuke, sawamura daichi, sugawara koushi (suga-san🥹), tsukishima kei (TSUKKI🥹) [pt. 1], yamaguchi tadashi, takeda ittetsu (just me and one of my favorites), ukai keishin [and in that order] {pt.2}

pt. 1 || pt. 2

notes: in this au, kiyoko can't be married to tanaka...yeah. they're still in highschool, btw

gn!reader

↳ ❝ [ 日向翔陽 HINATA SHOUYOU ] ¡! ❞

-this cutie omg

-probably the first to confess

-gets all blushy when you're around at the start of the relationship

-you love ruffling his hair

-if you watch him practice until the end, he treats you to meat buns!! if he doesn't have enough money, he'll just share one with you

-kageyama is jealous omg and tsukishima is just like "the chibi got a girlfriend??"

-loves you so very much

-his love language HAS to be words of affirmation and physical affection

-you just can't help but return the affection

-if you don't know how to play volleyball, he's gonna teach you!!

-if you know- he's going to ask you to talk to him

-dates will be chaotic and affectionate

-often cooking dates!

-you love his family especially natsu

-also love them amusement park dates with him

-he's so fun loving and all

-kisses are very innocent, close to no spice at all except when he's feeling super annoyed or something

-loves cuddling with you when it's bedtime <33

-does NOT have a specific schedule rest assured

-calls you his dove (aww)

-you love calling him sunshine <333

-HE'S JUST SO BRIGHT

-I SWEAR

↳ ❝ [ 影山飛雄 KAGEYAMA TOBIO ] ¡! ❞

-a sweetheart actually

-he's so cold on the outside but lights up when you're there

-kisses have a little bit of spice

-he's too prideful to confess first ig so you make the move

-loves it when you come to his practice to support him

-at some point he has requested you to become a manager because sometimes ukai thinks you're a distraction for him so asks you to walk out for a bit to let kageyama concentrate

-you bet he has worried over it because he didn't know where you went

-ok onto the main shit

-dates are always somehow sport related (HOW DOES HE KEEP FINDING THEM)

-sometimes an outing or two when he's actually free and not busy with volleyball stuff

-you'd think he isn't clingy...WELL IT'S THE OPPOSITE ALRIGHT.

-he actually craves YOUR attention and YOURS ONLY

-i think you two would have a cat together (named it NOTHING after the other volleyball players you know :/)

-loves your cuddles too

-WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT

-YOU KNOW HE BUYS THEM DRINKS RIGHT

-HE WOULD BUY LIKE HUNDREDS FOR YOU IF YOU WANT

-aww the little (wait he's tall) guy

↳ ❝ [ 田中龍之介 TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE ] ¡! ❞

-the hot-headed guy just can't get enough of you

-you sometimes make fun of him for being almost bald-

-but he's okay with it because he loves you (as long as you dont do it that often)

-okay so firstly like kiyoko WHEN HE SEES YOU HE CONFESSES TO YOU ALMOST IMMEDIATELY

-one second he's dumbfounded by your beauty, the other he's confessing to you already

-like you reject him first few times

-AND THEN AND THEN YOU START TO FALL FOR HIM

-THEREFORE YOU ACCEPT WOOOOO

-it's uh "Y/N-SAN! I LIKE YOU CAN YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!!!" and then you're just like "ah- yeah. mhm."

-he's just like :o WHAT

-okay that's it for the confession

-dates are always what you want

-if it happens you want to make cake, go for an ice cream shop, an amusement park- whatever, you name it and he can afford it? YOU'RE GOING

-they're all so sweet...

-he's also needy at some point when you're dating

-so...MORE IN MY NSFW LATER

↳ ❝ [ 菅原孝史　SUGAWARA KOUSHI ] ¡! ❞

-i'm gonna bet 100 dollars that he's the one confessing

-STEP ONE: get you as his girlfriend

-firstly he's going to ask you to meet him during lunch in the morning

-second when you're both there he confesses

-to his surprise you accept to go out with him and one date turns into two, into three and ON

-STEP TWO: MORE DATES TO COMEEE

-always ice cream dates and baking dates

-always appears to get flour in his fluffy hair

-ALSO ALSO YOU LOVE PATTING HIS HAIR AT ALL TIMES IT'S LIKE COMFORTING YOURSELF

-sometimes picnics too <333

-STEP THREE: there is none for now but THERE WILL BE SOON. SOON ENOUGH.

-his way of giving you affection is by kissing you, cuddling, and giving you praises...

-do you have a praise kink (nvm forget i asked that)

-cuddling in bed is one of his favorite ways to go to sleep

-you stroking his back is too

-you guys are always the talk of the karasuno vb boys group when you guys get together for gatherings (the perfect couple?!?!?!?!)

↳ ❝ [ 澤村大地 SAWAMURA DAICHI ] ¡! ❞

-he's definitely the one to confess first being the big boy man he is <3

-literally will kiss you when you accept

-so taken aback you felt like you were going to faint

-his kisses are so gentle help

-ok maybe not sometimes but we all know when that is

-love playing with his ears mayybe?? i know there's nothing different with the rest, but i just feel like it's with daichi

-your first date is an amusement park one ✨✨

-p.s. you shared the cotton candy lmao-

-he literally walked you home and your parents invited him in for dinner

-they like him very much thank you

-relationship has been approved now your parents are urging him to marry you even though it's only one week into the relationship-

-now HE'S the one that pats your head every time he passes you in the hallway or whatsoever

-when you move in together LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS YOUR CHOICE NOW

-you can choose the flat, the decorations, the vibes, the furniture- EVERYTHING

-loves you that much yes

-the sweetest guy ever NO DEBATE

↳ ❝ [ 月島蛍 TSUKISHIMA KEI ] ¡! ❞

-SALTY SHIMA. THIS MAN IS SO SALTY

-i swear bro

-he has rizz though that's for sure

-he confesses to you first (it was during lunch you remember the day like it was yesterday)

-his kisses are half spicy (igg since tsukishima is that kinda person)

-the mean to the public and only kind to you kind of person <3

-dates are usually home dates (he's an introvert (i headcanon))

-perhaps if you can persuade him (it's a 50/50)

-first date was a movie date

-then you went home with him (you went to his house)

-and met his parents

-they liked you very much <33 now treat you like their daughter

-the next time you went on a date, you brought him to yours and he made a good impression but they don't love him as much as his parents do to you

-i will write the time skip arc for this because i am biased and you literally can't stop me (but tell me if you want more i'll reblog it with more hcs)

-you were so happy for him when he joined the sendai frogs

-cheered for him on every game (LIKE THE SHIRT AND THE SIGNS AND STUFF)

-facepalmed himself out of spite ya bet he got a scolding for that

-"KEI KEI KEI GANABTTE," that was you, screaming at the top of your lungs at your HUSBAND.

-"oi, tsukki, who's that?"

-tsukishima facepalmed himself, earning a glare from you, "my wife."

-"EHH?? TSUKKI HAS A WIFE??"

-lmao the most normal occurrence

-after that koganegawa would often come to you and ask for dirt on kei (screw him for facepalming)

-saltyshima (in the public) → sweetieshima (in front of you only)

©marikosenwrites 2024-25 all banners, dividers, and work. please do not steal. i own none of the HAIKYUU!!/ハイキュー！！ characters mentioned. reblogs, likes, and comments are welcomed. <3

[echos-girlfriend]

Tech and the Rebel

Tech x F!reader

Master list

This is a little Drabble. And sort of a reintroduction of me getting back into writing.. if this breaks canon or any timeline idc. Lmao I’m writing a story because I want to!

Tech was thankful his grappling hook didn’t snap.. but hitting the side of a rocky cliff edge wasn’t part of the plan. He had lost his helmet and goggles during the fall. When he finally came to there was a face looking down at him.

“Hello there.”

He was slightly startled and tried to reach for his blaster but he couldn’t really see anything

“Hey hey! It’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you. You can’t see too well because there’s blood on your face..”

He still couldn’t say anything.. he couldn’t tell whether he was in shock or in too much pain. As this moment his genius brain seemed to fail him..

“Come on. I’ll help you..”

Whoever the person was, they lifted him up and placed his arm across their shoulders and carried him to their ship.

Once inside his face was cleaned, his wounds bandaged and his eyes blurry. He went to adjust his goggles.. but they weren’t there. He had forgotten they were lost during his fall

The person finally took of their snow coat and goggles.. it was a young lady with an odd emblem on her flight suit.. she told him her name.

“It’s nice to meet you..”

He finally spoke, still a little frazzled.

“It looks like you took a nasty fall there.. what’s your name?”

“My name is Tech.. I did fall.. out of a cart. My brothers and my sister were on it.”

“You were the ones in those carts. I saw the others run away towards a cliff side.”

“They were probably heading back to our ship” he tried to stand but failed.. “I need to get back to them. I don’t particularly trust any of them with driving it without my supervision. Well.. maybe Echo..”

She watched him talk and ramble on.. almost as if she wasn’t there. Like he was having a conversation with himself.

“Well.. they have probably already gone. I can take you back to my base. It’s small.. and there’s not much to it but it’ll be ok until you get better.”

Tech sighed.. he really didn’t have much a choice but to trust this person. He couldn’t walk or do anything for himself at the moment.

“Don’t worry.. I’m part of the Rebel Alliance.”

“Rebel Alliance?”

“Yeah.. we are trying to stop the empire! One small victory at a time.. sometimes anyways.”

He raised a brow at her confidence and bravery. She seems to think it could be easy to take the empire down. But he shook it off.

———

Some time later they had finally reached this mystery planet.

“This is Yavin 4. We’ve only got a small group of rebels and a few senators willing to support us but we will grow.. it’ll just take time.”

She helped Tech walk out of the ship and into the base.. he was placed on a small medical gurney.. not inside a medical room or even a medical bay.

“You act like you can’t see anything.. didn’t blood get in your eyes?”

“No. They did not. I am partially blind to put it simply. The goggles I had were lost during the fall.”

“Oh.. well that’s a bummer. Uh.. well we have other goggles here-“

“That’s all I need. I can simply recreate mine if you have to correct electronic parts”

She was a little taken back as he cut off her but she nodded.

“Yeah yeah. Just take what you need.”

Tech stopped himself before he started to ramble on..

“Thank you, I deeply appreciate you saving my life.”

“You’re welcome Tech..”

-_-_-_-

I KNOW I KNOW ITS SHORT! And also not.. my best work. But I really want to get back into writing and get those requests done too! I’m also glad to finally be back! THERE WILL BE A PART TWO TO THIS AS WELL DONT YOU WORRY

[trash-king18]

M pt. 4

he’s extra moody today and nobody seems to know why

miguel o’hara might just be more interested than just animal curiosity…maybe?

————

the next day you come in late, you weren’t going to but when you woke up your head hurt so bad you just needed to lay in bed for another hour… maybe two. 

you were woken up around 10 again by Lyla buzzing on your watch 

“Lyla i’m coming in late what’s wrong”

“uhh I think it might be time for a little “chat” with the boss.. like.. now. he’s acting extra… uh peeved today.”

“that’s a nice way of putting it”

“he’s already thrown two chairs this morning.” 

“perhaps,” you say as you start to try and get out of bed, “he’s acting that way because he is simply just an aggravated prick.”

“Y/N this is serious, i’m worried i haven’t seen him this-“

she hesitates before using the word to describe her boss 

“..moody in a long time. i mean sure he’s always brooding but somethings different, he’s upset i’m worried it might trigger something”

you sigh and then groan before dragging yourself up 

“ok Lyla i’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“thank you… please hurry.”

“only he would find a way to drag me in even after giving me the day off.”

you walk through the lobby and everyone seems slightly on edge. 

Hobie and Pavitr run up to you, 

“thank god you’re here” 

Is it that bad? 

the boys look between each other 

“he threw Peter B in the go home machine.”

“was mayday with him?!” 

“no not today, which probably would’ve saved him”

“Ay dios mío, el hombre es un dolor en mi trasero”

this man is a pain in my ass

Hobie looks at Pavitr

“don’t look at me dude i speak hindi not spanish.”

after you walk away Pavitr nudges Hobie 

P- “hey do you think after they finally do it they’ll fight more or less”

H- “more.. definitely more.”

you march up to his office and there’s no one around it, it’s cleared it like a fallout zone. 

you don’t even knock you just push the door open. he’s sitting on the ledge that his desk stands on. brooding, of course. 

unfortunately you were not a spider person so you couldn’t just swing up. 

“O’hara would you like to explain to me why i get woken up by Lyla calling to tell me you’re throwing chairs and then i get here to find out you’re chucking people into the go home machine.”

no answer. 

“seriously? nothing. ~now~ youve got nothing”

no answer. 

“when you’re ready to communicate like an adult i’ll be in my lab. try not to throw any thing or any ~one~ else.”

you turn but he jumps down suddenly and lands behind you. you turn around and find him standing right there. 

“you left.”

“what”

“you left that night, you were gone before i woke up and all i got was a note telling me to come in for blood tests

and then you lecture me about communication and not being able to give you this that and the next thing and tell me i don’t care 

you couldn’t even bother to mention it” 

“we’re not teenagers, i didn’t think i needed to kiss you goodbye and send a sappy text so we could discuss our feelings. we ~sort of~ hooked up big deal” 

“wow.. should’ve put that in the note too”

“oh my god you and the note, i didn’t know what to say, i ~thought~ we could talk about it in the morning-“

“-how was i-“

“-but noooo-“

“-supposed to know that-“

“-you had to leave for another one of your dark op solo missions with no warning!”

“oh i’m sorry that’s kind of part of my job description honey”

“honey? don’t you honey me o’hara”

“well i wasn’t aware that i had to explain myself to you”

“Oh por favor cállate niño crecido” 

oh please shut up you overgrown child 

“i’m the child?! you showed up here last night stumbling over yourself like a teenager who drank too much at a party”

“well at least my heads not so far up my spandex covered ass that i don’t know how to have fun you glorified action figure”

“ah de verdad? ok. Bueno, ¿por qué no empiezas a comunicarte como un adulto y entonces tal vez tengamos algo de qué hablar contigo, mujer demonio?”

oh really? ok. well why dont you start communicating like an adult and then maybe we'll have something to talk about you demon woman

“you know what?”

“no i don’t know! please tell me id love to hear it”

“you’re an ass miguel. i’m going home.”

“oh great just come in late and then leave early sure, tal vez deberías dejarlo entonces”

maybe you should just quit then. 

“maybe i should!”

you slam his office door and you’ve never been more greatful for nobody being around because you’re sure they would’ve heard everything

you walk past the boys again 

Pavitr “what was all that that about?”

“don’t ask, he’s just in a particularly impossible mood today. he’ll get over it”

Hobie: “are you ok?”

“yeah hobie i’m fine”

“really mate? cuz your eyes are red. and we didn’t have that kind of fun last night far as i know.” 

“i’m good, you should be getting back. if i remember correctly one of you has an 1130 lecture and you, you say wagging a finger at hobie, have band practice.”

the check their watches and curse when they see the time 

“See ya y/n!”

you rush to your apartment before the tears that have been stinging your eyes can escape and collapse on your couch again. you spend the rest of the day napping snacking and just watching movies. 

you just finished cleaning up dinner when you hear a soft short knock on your door. you figure it’s one of the kids or peter asking you to babysit which both happened frequently 

so you open the door, not expecting miguel to be standing right in front of you. you just scoff and close the door in his face. but he just calls softly from the other side of the door 

“can i come in?”

“no. was that not clear?”

“y/n please. i fucked up”

“you didn’t have to come all the way here to tell me that”

he groans in frustration, “look if you would just open the door so i don’t have to stand out here like an idiot”

“why so you can stand in here like an idiot instead”

“will you please stop being so childish and just talk to me”

you whip the door open. 

“so you went from a sorry excuse for trying to apologize to insulting me in the span in thirty seconds and you thought that would help how?” 

he sighs

“you’re right i’m sorry i just wanted to say that-“

“nope don’t care.”

you try to close the door but this time he catches it and let’s himself in. 

“what the fuck get out o’hara”

“no! no.”

he grabs you by the shoulders 

“all i want to say— is that i am an idiot and i messed up. i should’ve come to see you after the mission was over instead of chasing after anomalies to avoid dealing with the situation.”

you won’t even look at him. 

“and that i shouldn’t have spoken to you like that this morning especially at work” 

“are you done?” 

“no uhm also i didn’t mean to treat you like a child last night or invade your space. i was worried that you could’ve gotten hurt and i handled it poorly. so uhm i’m sorry.. for that” 

“did lyla write that for you” 

“..no… maybe” 

you still won’t look at him so he lets go and sighs in defeat snd starts to head for the door 

“o’hara wait” 

he half turns back to you 

“i guess i didn’t handle everything as well as i could have either so” 

“is that what you call an apology” 

you look at him with annoyance 

“oh cmon i did it” 

you don’t budge 

“it’s just two words” 

you roll your eyes and through gritted teeth you say, “i’m sorry”

he chuckles 

“god you’re even more stubborn then i am cariño” 

you look uncomfortable at the pet name 

“… right.”

“you should go”

he steps towards you 

“we still have to talk about..” 

“what’s there to talk about. you weren’t in your right mind, something happened, and then it ended.” 

“is that all it was” 

“i don’t know? can you tell me for certain that that night was more than your equivalent of a drunken nothing” 

“i-“ 

“then we have nothing to talk about.” 

his eyes are pleading but your guard is up and you refuse to let him of all people tear it down. 

he slips out out the door wordlessly leaving you to finish putting away dishes. 

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Belle i am hiding behind anon right now because i'm about to play devils advocate (in a sexy way, not an anti feminism podcast way dont worry)

Ok. So the thing is...Swiss should get to make the new bug piss. As a little treat for how hard he has been slutting it up for us on that podium all tour. I know we are all thinking it i'm just saying it ok😭

Take my hand. We will do this.

(This part's a bit softer.)

"Oh no," Aeon says in a tiny voice. He's trembling something fierce now and Swiss isn't even doing anything to him anymore.

Physically, anyway.

"Got a little bit left in you, dontchya?" Swiss leers. His hands are still, finally still where they sit on the flare of Aeon's hipbones but the way his fingers push into Aeon's skin, not to tickle but to grab and own and-

"Asked you a question." Swiss says and Aeon's breath hitches. He could call it here, if he wanted. He's got his already, Swiss will probably flip him over and fuck his thighs, then throw the both of them in the shower, but. He's never...y'know. And it not like he wouldn't, isn't obscenely curious about it but he'd thought his first time trying it out would be with Rain and to be entirely honest, he'd thought Rain would be the one, uh. Letting loose.

He's never really thought about himself in such a vulnerable position.

He stares up at Swiss with wide eyes, still trembling from his orgasm and the torture that preceded it. He's weak. Helpless. If he called it, he'd have to stand on shaky legs to go to the bathroom. Maybe Swiss would give him his space and Aeon can't bear the thought of losing the comfortable weight of the multi-ghoul on top of him right now. He wants to. He's just gotta get over the mental block saying he can't.

"Swiss…" Aeon says softly, not entirely sure where his head's at right now and the façade drops. Swiss loses the look of a predator and softens around the edges.

"Hey." He says back, reaching up to pat Aeon's cheek. "Just running my mouth, yeah? Thought it might be hot but if you-"

"I want to." Aeon insists and grins at the way the other ghoul's eyebrows jump into his hairline. "Just, uh." Nervous isn't really the right word but it's not like he's got the brainpower to dig around in his mental thesaurus for the perfect one. Swiss seems to understand anyway though, thankfully. He lays himself down over Aeon like a big cat, and even though Aeon can feel his erection poking the vee of his hipbones, Swiss puts his own pleasure aside for the moment.

"You're fine." Swiss says nonchalantly. "If you decide you don't wanna, we can just roll you over and I'll thighfuck you."

Aeon smirks. Called it.

"Can we…" he begins, starting up a gentle rock, maneuvering Swiss so his cock's pressed right up to the swell of Aeon's. It might be easier if he can't see himself do it. "Like this? Rub off on me?"

"Sure." Swiss says. Props himself up to catch Aeon's mouth in a deep, languorous kiss. Aeon trills into it, clutching at Swiss when each pass of his hips catches his soft, spent cock just right. It's on this side of too much but anything less wouldn't be enough.

Swiss likes it well enough from the way he's starting to breathe heavily. He pulls Aeon back into each roll of his hips, giving him a little jolt of sensation. His hands hurry to undo his pants, gets his thick cock out and pokes the blood-dark tip of it on the sensitive underside of Aeon's, rubbing it against the cum-wet fabric.

"Wanna see you messy in all kinds of ways," Swiss breathes, letting the weight of his cock slap down a few times to watch the way it makes Aeon jump before he's bending back down and resuming their casual frottage session. Aeon feels anything but casual, the words lighting up the same weird area of his brain the tickling had. He bites his lip, spreads his legs wide and holds Swiss tight, presses their chests together so close Aeon swears he can feel the other ghoul's heartbeat as he focuses. It's calm, compared to the rapid thudding of his own and Aeon takes a deep breath.

It's like his body knows not here! Not now! from the way a few hot drops dribble out to roll down his skin, the fabric of his underwear too wet to absorb anything more before the flow is cut off by his instincts.

"Do it," Swiss demands, sounding wrecked. "Wanna feel it, get me wet, do it."

Aeon opens his mouth to speak, say something like I'm trying, but all that comes out is a weak, feminine little "ah!" as Swiss rolls himself down hard and the pressure is just what he needs, the little bit of force to-

"Yeah," Swiss groans as he feels a new heat well up between their bodies. "Good boy, good fucking boy, that's it, gonna make me cum-"

"Hnnn!" Aeon squeaks, locking his legs around Swiss' waist as he wets himself, gets the both of them soaked with it. He feels it wash away the cum, drip down the cleft of his ass where it puddles there. He's shaking even more now, one raw nerve from head to toe but Swiss' encouragement makes it easy, make him easy, willing to go along with whatever the other ghoul wants, and if he wants Aeon to piss himself, he'll do it. Satan, he's so weak for the praise. He'll do anything if Swiss just keeps saying-

"Good boy, good boy," Swiss is chanting, thrusting frantically, practically bouncing the both of them on the mattress with how desperately he's humping away at Aeon to his own end.

"Swiss," Aeon says, sounding just as desperate "Swiss, oh no, I can't, please-"

Can't what, he doesn't know. But maybe Swiss gets it, has seen others like this before and nods, covering up Aeon's mouth with his own and swallowing down his whimpers as he groans, deep in his chest and rich with pleasure as his own cock starts shooting, emptying his balls over Aeon's and adding even more to the gross, sticky mess.

"So good," Swiss exhales as Aeon shakes and sobs below him. He's vaguely aware of a hand finding his own and twining their fingers together. "So fucking good for me, Aeon."

Aeon hugs him tight as the other ghoul begins to purr, hoping Swiss won't notice the new tears of relief welling up in his eyes quite yet.

[eddieboi23]

In sickness

Wednesday Addams x SICK|Gn Reader

(Wednesday )

Summary: your sick and sad, Wednesday takes care of you

Tw: cursing, throwing up, getting hurt, taking gross medicine , being sick idk lmfao

(Y/n)=your name

-this is thoughts-

“This is talking”

(You and Wednesday are already dating :))

Requested by : @slowrelic

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(Your POV)

The first thing you feel when you wake up is the pounding of you head, and a stuffy nose. You groan and open your eyes, the light from the window is too bright, it hurts.

You turn away and groan, feeling like you got hit by a bus.

You call out your roomates name, with no reply.

You call them again, still no reply.

You groan, turn and see their bed is empty.

You panic, and fall of your bed, hitting you your head on the corner. “Ow shit!” You groan, and find your phone on the floor.

You check the time and realize your VERY late for school.

-shit shit shit shit, ugh I feel terrible, I need to get- Your thoughts end abruptly when you feel bile raise in your throat, you rush to the bathroom and throw up whatever was in your stomach.

You groan and lean against the porcelain to rest, and wipe your sweating face with your sleeve.

You definitely cant do school today, you’ll have to go to the nurse, if you can make it.

————————————-

(Time skip and POV change)

Wednesday noticed your absence immediately. Usually you’d yell enids and Wednesdays name, then tackle her from behind and pull her into an obnoxious hug.

Today you didn’t, she subtly looked everywhere and couldn’t find you.

She told Thing to look around, but he came back empty handed.(haha)

Wednesday wants to say she glad you didn’t almost throw her to the ground today, but that would be a lie.

She WANTED to go to your dorm, but the teachers caught her trying to sneak away everytime.

She thought you had been hurt, but if you were, she would have most likely had a vision.

“Maybe they are sick? I remember them saying they didn’t feel the best yesterday.” Said a now worried Enid.

Maybe Enid was right.

She rushed to the nurses during lunch to demand answers about you, with Thing on her shoulder.

“Oh y/n? Poor thing came here earlier, sick as a dog, a high fever ,103. Plus a bleeding head. I gave them medicine patched them up, and escorted them back to their dorm. Id leave them alone if I were you, you dont want to get sick yourself.” The nurse rambled.

Wednesday gave them a curt nod and rushed out.

She didn’t care what the nurse said, she was going to check on you.

The feeling of dread she usually enjoyed, but not when you were at the expense.

She arrived at your dorm room and hesitated, although she doesn’t know why.

Could it be that seeing you in pain would crush her black little heart? Impossible, she was probably just worried she’d have to hear you whine. Yes…thats why.

Thing tapped her, telling her to knock.

She sighs and knocks on your door 2 times.

“C-come in.” Your voice is heard, so quiet that if there were people in the halls, she might of not heard it at all.

She slowly opens it and slips inside the room, closing the door softly behind her.

There you were, curled up in your bed, with a trash can, water, medicine and crackers next to you on the bedside table.

You looked miserable, which gave Wednesday a weird feeling within. Even in sickness you were stunning, but she disliked the pained look on your face.

Thing jumped from Wednesdays shoulders and ran to you, asking if you were ok.

You spoke in a whisper. “Heyyy buddy. I’m ok, just a bit under the weather.”

He asked what happened to your bandaged head.

You chuckle, which turns into a cough.

Wednesday cringes at that.

“I fell out of bed is all, I’m ok Thing.”

Wednesday walked over, but avoided looking at you.

“Of course you’d be so idiotic as to injury yourself so easily.”

You smile. “You care about me.”

Wednesday scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Hold your tongue.”

You let out a weak laugh, then cover your mouth as you cough. “Ugh karma. Ow. So uh, whatcha doing here? Idk if you heard, but I’m sick.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Yes I have heard. I came simply to make sure you don’t die, Thing would be upset with me.”

You smile, knowing she’s using him as an alibi. You’ve been dating for awhile and can tell she cares, in her own weird way.

You grin and rest one of of your fingers on his. “Don’t worry bud , Ill be fin-“ you turn you head and go into a coughing fit.

Wednesday hesitantly pats your back after Thing motions to you.

You wheeze and then smile. “Thanks.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes and grabs your desk chair, setting it near the bed and sits down.

“Oh you don’t have to-“ Wednesday interrupts.

“You haven’t taken your medication have you? It is unopened.”

You sigh. “No but I dont need it I’m fine.”

Wednesday stares at you, dark eyes taking in your weak form. “A temperature of 103 for a human body, isn’t ‘fine’.” She grabs the medicine and opens it, grabbing a spoon that’s next to it.

You stare at her curiously…is she gonna…

Wednesday pours some into the spoon and practically shoved it in front of your face. “Open.”

Your eyebrows raise ever so slightly. “Wha- I dont need to babied Wednesday.”

She stares you in the eyes. “Don’t fight with me on this, I will not have you dying where you lay. Now open.”

You blush slightly as you open your mouth and she surprisingly softly puts the spoon in it. You gulp down the gross medicine flavor, and take a drink of water. “Thanks..”

She all of a sudden places her cold hand on your burning forehead. You sigh at the coolness and lean into her touch.

She hums. “Rest, i will wait for you to wake, and give you more medicine.”

You nod, already drifting to sleep. Thing snuggles up next to you.

She watched as you fell asleep under her touch, and caresses your cheek with her pinky.

“Sleep well amor.”

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(I’m sorry but my favorite thing is sick/hurt reader HEHEH

Also I was already writing this then got your request for more Wednesday , I thought it would be perfect :))

[king-of-a-kingless-world]

not metatron just casually handin out 30000 coins

b- bro. i. uh. ahshagsga. yes sir 🫡. anything fo u dokja kim.

hahahah

:((

DUMBASS. god i fucking hate him

AS SHE SHOULD THIS DUMBASS SUBJUGATED A KID TO THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF ISOLATION ALSO KNOWN AS THE WORST FORM OF MENTAL TORMENT AND FOR WHAT? SO HE COULD GET A LITTLE LUCKIER EARLIER ON? THAT MAN IS AN ASSHOLE AND THE WORST AND I HOPE HE DIES MULTIPLE GRUESOME DEATHS

NO NO DOKJA DONT JUST LET HIM DIE JUST LET HER KILL HIM

AFYZYSFAUSTJXKTCTISRUAQUFUG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH SHEEEET

ok the thing about this is up to this point theyve basically only referred to eachother using their full names, first+last but here joonghyuk only calls him dokja and it gives the vibes theyre close enough to refer to eachother like that so...he cares no denying you cant hide from my perceptiveness i can see everything

BROOOO HES TRYING TO HOLD HIM UP NOT LET HIM FALL OVER CUZ HES GONNA DIE AND DOKJAS JUST GRABBING ONTO HIS ARM AND ITS NOT INTENTIONAL ITS INSTINCT AND AHSHAHSGS SO MANY WORDS THEY DENY IT BUT THEY CARE AND DOKJA WAS PROBABLY DIGGING HIS NAILS INTO HIS ARM CUZ HE KINDA IS MISSING HIS ENTIRE LOWER TORSO AND EVEN WITH FOURTH WALL THATS GOTTA BE SO PAINFUL AND YJH JUST IS FINE WOTH IT AND DOESNT CARE AND HES WORRIED ABOUT HIM AND SNAJSJWJSJDBSI

bro he has a giant hole where his stomach should be

also i thought you hated and wanted to kill him

THIS JUST SHOWS HE CARED THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE HE KEPT TRYING TO KILL HIM BUT THE SECOND DOKJAS ACTUALLY GONNA DIE HES ALL LIKE NO NO NO NOT TOO LATE EVEN THOUGH DOKJA LEGIT DOESNT HAVE A LOWER TORSO AND THERES NO LOGICAL WAY FOR HIM TO SURVIVE BUT HES STILL IN DENIAL HED ONLY BE DENYING IF HE CARED AHAHAHAHHAHAHSBWHABSH

dude he looks so scared for him im gonna cry 😭😭😭😭. like hes looking him in the face with the most terror ive seen for him i cant wtfffff

no shit

never seen him so angry he even has the glowy main character eyes ✋

bro there aint no way he wasnt in love w dokja cuz he was perfectly fine with letting seolhwa die even tho he like dated her last regression and here he is only having spoken to kdj a few times and ready to fucking kill everything for him

YEA YEA UHUH HED PISSED CUZ YOU KILLED THE GUY HE WANTED TO BE HIS BF YEA YEA JOONGDOK CANNON THESE BITCHES GAY THEYRE ANNOYING AS ALL HELL AND THEYRE GAY

[rubydubydoo122]

“Don’t.” He wrapped his arms around himself and didn’t dare look Batman in the eye. He couldn’t. If he did, he doesn’t know what would happen. “Don't. Please don’t say you’re sorry because I will forgive you immediately, even though I shouldn’t.”

Aka, I think that Gotham Wars sucks and that the writers should let Jason and Bruce be happy, but this makes for some great Angst :)

Ok Jason, calm down. You’re just going to get the antidote and leave. That’s it. 

Jason drew in a deep breath. He couldn’t think about– him because if he thought about– that man, he would get angry, and if he got angry he would have another panic attack.

Because he was chemically altered to feel fear instead of anger.

And yeah, Tim said it was mind control, ( he actually said it was a “backup personality” at first, which caused another panic attack, so Tim just settled for mind control) but Ba— that man, had basically medically induced a panic attack. And they wouldn’t stop. Jason was having the worst month of his life. And that included the time he was dead. That included the time he spent with the League of Assassins. That included the time he was brought back to the place he literally died by Batman . 

His hands started to shake, and he felt the blood drain out of every limb in his body, leaving his ears ringing. 

In… two…three… four, hold… two… three… four, out… two…three…four. 

Jason didn’t dare telling himself he was ok, because he wasn’t. Nothing about this was ok. The person he thought was his dad , did this to him. 

No. Jason couldn’t think like that. Bruce had stopped being his dad a long time ago. From the moment that batarang slit his neck, Jason no longer had a dad. 

The ringing in his ears had stopped, leaving the room filled with the rushing sound of blood. His fingers were cold even though he was covered in sweat. 

Jason glanced at his phone. He had been determined to get to Tim’s without an assist. Except it probably wasn’t a good idea to drive. And Tim’s apartment was on the other side of Gotham. And Jason couldn’t walk, because it was Gotham, and he couldn’t fight. 

Because of Batman . 

His hands started to shake again, so he took a deep breath. Tim was still working on the antidote, so he wouldn’t bother him. Stephanie was in class, Duke was on patrol, Cass never really liked him, Damian’s too young to drive(and he would be really mean about the fact that Jason was having panic attacks) so that left…Dick. 

And according to Tim, Dick was furious on Jason’s behalf. 

Jason rested his chin on his knee, taking a breath as the line rang. 

“Jason?” He could already hear the worry laced in his voice

“Hey.” Jason hated the way his voice wavered. “Um… I’m supposed to go to Tim’s, uh, today, but I dont… I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to drive there myself?” He took in a breath, “I was wondering if you could— I mean, if you’re not free I totally understand— I mean, this was dumb. I’m sorry for bothering you, I’ll—“

“Jason, shut up. I’ll be there in ten.”

Dick found Jason in his safehouse curled up against the couch staring at a spot on the coffee table. Dick was finally getting used to Jason being much bigger than him, but at that moment, he looked so small. Like the kid who would lurk in the corner while Dick and Bruce would get into screaming matches. Jason looked like he hadn’t slept or eaten for days. 

Dick knocked on the doorframe, “Don’t think too hard. Your brain will break.”

Jason turned his head to face Dick. “I dunno, might be too late for that.” He looked tired- done . Even so, he tried to give Dick a smile. One that didn’t even reach his cheeks. One that looked so… broken. 

He wonders if that’s what Jason looked like when he first came back. Between moments of fighting with all of the family, he was sitting alone in one of his safehouses curled up in the exact same position he was in now. 

There were about a million things Dick wanted to ask Jason, all variations of " are you ok?” But the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “Are you ready to go?”

Jason just nodded and stood up, blinking a couple times, which definitely meant he hasn’t eaten in a while. He shoved his feet into a pair of crocs and followed Dick out.

The car trip was quiet and Dick wished it wasn’t. He just wanted his brother to make some sort of quip, or even yell at him. Except Jason couldn’t yell, because Bruce took that right away from Jason and replaced it with fear.

He gripped the steering wheel.

No, that wasn’t Bruce. It was his backup personality, or whatever the hell that meant. 

Dick pulled into the drive through for O’Shaughnessy.

Jason pulled his head away from the window, “What are we doing here? I thought we were going to Tim’s.”

“We are, but I’m 90% sure he hasn’t eaten anything in the past 24 hours and I haven’t had lunch yet, so, yeah, burgers for all of us.”

He was actually doing it because Jason looked a lot thinner than the last time he’d seen him, so it was for him. Though the Tim thing could very much be true. He was probably burying himself in helping Jason, so he would have to think about what happened. 

Dick ordered three burgers, one without onions for himself, one without mayo for Tim, and one with extra pickles for Jason. And two Zesty Colas for him and Tim and a Strawberry Milkshake for Jason.

Dick parked in the parking lot so he could pass Jason’s food over to him, “eat.”

Jason put the burger back in the bag, before returning to stare out the window. “I’m not really hungry, Dick.” 

It was honestly scaring Dick how withdrawn Jason was being. “You look like you haven’t eaten properly in weeks” he took the burger back out and threw it at him, “If you don’t start eating that, we’re not leaving the parking lot.”

They had a mini stare off before Jason begrudgingly started to unwrap his food. 

So Dick started the car up again. 

It’s not like Jason was actively trying to not eat. Stress cooking and stress baking was one of Jason’s more healthy coping mechanisms. It had always made him feel like his mom was holding his hand while they mixed a bowl of batter together. It made him feel like Alfred was right next to him in the kitchen. Especially since he died. So Jason tried to make something as soon as he got to his safe house. Except he didn’t realize he would be taking his anger out on the cookie dough. He didn’t realize he would have a panic attack and drop the entire bowl. And it happened again when he tried to crack an egg for breakfast. And again when he was chopping a carrot for a fucking snack. It just became a chore to figure out what he could make without giving his heart a reason to explode. And constantly regulating your thoughts so that they don’t cause you to feel like you’re going to die has been such a top priority that food has been on the bottom. 

But the burger was nice. It was the closest thing he’d had to a home cooked meal since—

No. 

No. That memory gets to be locked down deep down because he can’t remember the good times with him, not when Jason won’t ever have a moment like that with him again because the kid that Batman bought a burger for was dead. 

The bite that had been in his mouth had turned to ash. His heart started to pound in his ears and the half finished burger in his hands started to shake, as the knots in his stomach squeeze bile out into his mouth. 

“Dick, pull over.”

“What?”

A bag, he needs a bag. Jason dumped the contents of the fast food bag out into the middle compartment and puked into it. 

Jason thought, from the moment he walked into the manor, that he was safe. That no one inside the walls of that house could hurt him, like his dad had. That no one would leave him like his mom had. He thought he’d finally been worthy of being loved. Bruce had held the promise of being safe. He was Batman for crying out loud, he could protect anyone. He was a hero. Jason had thought Bruce had loved him, and maybe he did. Maybe Bruce just loved the Jason that was 15. The one that died. The one that’s dead. Dead, dead, dead. The one that was bloody and burned, and so goddamned trusting and always looking for the best in people and hoping that maybe if he put enough love back out into the world, it would maybe, just maybe give him some back.  

“Jason, breathe with me.” There was a light thumping under his hand, as it slowly rose and fell. 

He tried to take a deep breath as his hand rose, but his breath hitched. 

“I can’t.”  

After really bad nightmares, Jason used to wake up in panicked cries. He still does. And every time he still expects Bruce to come rushing into his bedroom and hold him until he stops. But he never comes. Bruce is never there when Jason needs him anymore. He can no longer protect him, because he’s the one hurting him. And he just keeps going back to him and getting hurt again and again and again. 

“Yes you can, Little Wing. You’re one of the strongest people I know. You can handle a little breathing.”  

Jason took a deep shaky breath as his hand rose again, shuttering a breath out as it fell. 

And again. And again, until his breath stopped shuttering on its way out. 

The car had been pulled over, and Dick was currently squatted outside of the open passenger seat, with Jason’s hand against his chest. 

He crossed his arms over the dashboard and buried his face in them “This isn’t…fair.” 

“This isn’t right .” The firmness and anger in Dicks voice made Jason peer over at him. 

“Dick…”

“No. You’re currently incapable of getting angry, so I’ll do it for you. This is so fucked up . All of this! The fact that Br-“

“Don’t.” Jason cut him off. If he has to listen to a rant about… him, he’s not going to make it to Tim’s before his heart implodes with anxiety. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t want to even think about him right now.” His eyes started to burn so he turned his face back into his arms. “I just want all this to be over.” 

Dick nodded. “Yeah. Ok.” 

It took them five minutes to get to Tim’s apartment. They didn’t let themselves in through the window like they usually would because Dick was not sure Jason could scale the fire escape without passing out, and that would not be good. At all. 

Tim opened the door for them and immediately rolled back in without even sparing them a glance, “I’m almost done. Just give me, like, ten minutes.”

Jason, however, was fixated on the fact that Tim was missing a leg. “Where the—“

“Ten minutes, Jason.” Tim rolled around a pile of chip bags and a pizza box to get to his desk. 

Jason picked up the pile and put it in the trash. And then looked at the state of… everything. It was a mess. Usually the mess was more controlled, like in the kitchen it would just be on the countertops, the living room would only have shit on the coffee table, but Tim’s apartment just looked like a tornado passed through. 

Dick stopped Tim from getting to his desk though, and placed the food in his hands, “Take a break and eat, Tim.”

“Ten minutes.”

Jason maybe accidentally found himself putting things away for Tim. Stress cleaning was a thing he’d picked up from Alfred, and his safe house had been spotless since before he was gifted with chronic anxiety. 

It also wasn’t the first time he’d stress cleaned Tim’s apartment, so it wasn’t that out of character. 

Though it was slower because Jason found that if he went too fast a burst of stars flooded his vision. 

Tim tried to maneuver around Dick but failed, “Come on, you’re not making Jason eat. And he’s two steps from passing out!”

Jason crouched down to pick up some papers that were littered across the floor “I am not.” He stood back up, and realized the edges of his vision was darkening. “And I… ate in the… the, um, car.” 

“He threw it up.” Dick moved to guide Jason to the couch, “Sit down, and stop cleaning. Tim, take a break and eat.” Dick made his way to the kitchen. 

“I have to finish this.”

“Timbo, I think I can handle waiting while you eat.”

“No, you don’t understand—“

“Nope. I don’t want none of that from you.” Jason pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them. “ You mean more to me than your brain. Or your skills. We’re the outcasts in a family of outcasts. We have an understanding of each other. A solidarity. And you’re making me say some really sappy shit. Which is rude, and I wouldn’t’ve had to say if you just ate the damn burger.”

Tim’s mouth hung open for a second, and then closed. And then He went to unwrap his burger, mumbling something about older bothers making him do everything . 

“Ow!” A pack of saltines hit Jason in the head. He took a deep breath to calm the sudden lurch of his stomach. “ Dick .”

“Don’t call me names when I’m being nice to you! I’m making you tea.” There was a clattering in the kitchen, “Is this good?” Dick came into view holding a box of ‘Numi Organic Tea: aged Earl grey’ it had always been Alfred’s favorite, and it held a lot of nostalgia for Jason. Sunday afternoons sitting on the kitchen countertop with Alfred drinking tea and just talking. 

“Yeah, but don’t steep it. You always make it taste like water that has cardboard soaking in it.”

There was a slight snort that came from Tim. 

“Eat your crackers.”Dick brought a mug filled with hot water and the box of teabags to Jason, “you’re going to regret this slander in the future.”

“It can’t be slander if it’s the truth.” Jason grabbed a bag and settled it into the water. 

Though the three of them ate in silence. Too much had happened in the past month. Too much of their lives had shattered beneath them, and they were trying to put the pieces back together. Well, it was more like they were just staring at the mess in front of them trying to figure out where to start. 

Tim finished first and immediately went back to working. Then once Dick was done he went searching around the apartment for equipment to administer the antidote. And with them working together, it took five minutes for the antidote to be ready. And then after Jason was given the antidote, he would ask Tim what happened to his leg. Because Jason was 80% sure that Tim wasn’t telling him the story because of his chronic anxiety. 

If Tim didn’t want to tell him, that was also fine. It did take months for him to tell them that he was missing a spleen. 

“After we give you the antidote, I might ask you some things to get you angry. See if it’s working. Ya know.” Tim passed the tourniquet and syringe to Dick, as Dick disinfected his arm. 

Jason hadn’t flinched away from a needle in years. Not since Alfred and Leslie had perfected their methods to make Jason comfortable around needles, and he could handle being hooked up to an IV in the batcave. 

Though maybe it was the adrenaline and fear that had been coursing through his body for the past month that caused him to recoil when Dick brought the needle close. 

Or it was probably the fact that Batman was staring at them through the window. 

Dick grabbed his hand. Jason felt a small pinch on his inner arm along with the cold feeling shooting up his arm. Except it didn’t stop his heart from racing. Why wasn’t the antidote working. 

He brought his shaking hands to his lap and waited for the blood rush. 

“Jason, what’s wrong?”

Batman was here

“He doesn’t like needles.” It was the gruff sound of the voice that kept him up at night. The voice of the person who had refused to kill the person who’d killed him. The voice of the person who had brought him back to the place he died to relive his last moments. The voice that had told him he loved him, yet had drugged him moments earlier. 

Despite the panic, Jason didn’t miss the way Tim immediately rolled his chair around. Jason didn’t miss the way Dick moved in front of both of them. 

Jason closed his eyes. He’s not here, He’s not here, he can’t be here. He won’t be here because he doesn’t care . He never cared. 

“Bruce, you need to leave.” Dicks voice was dangerously low. A firey rage behind his eyes that was obviously being held back for the sake of his brothers.

“Jason, I just wanted to say—“

“Don’t.” He wrapped his arms around himself and didn’t dare look Batman in the eye. He couldn’t. If he did, he doesn’t know what would happen. “Don't. Please don’t say you’re sorry because I will forgive you immediately, even though I shouldn’t.”

“Jason–”

 He glanced up, and his stomach lurched when all he met was white-out lenses. “Take off the cowl, Batman. I deserve to speak to Bruce.” 

Batman turned around, and for a moment, Jason thought he was going to leave. Just like he had that night with the Joker. Moments before a batarang was embedded in his neck. 

But Batman closed the blinds, pulled his cowl back, and turned back to Jason. He searched his face trying to figure out why Bruce was here. Was this another ambush? Was he trying to stop Tim from giving Jason the antidote? Was he going to inject Jason with the weird fear toxin again? Or was Bruce actually here to apologize.

“I don’t know where I stand with you anymore.” He stared at a stray pen that was on the floor, “I don’t know if you see me as an ally, or a threat, or a villain.” Jason felt his heart creep up into his throat as he debated saying the next part, “I used to think that you saw me as your son.” He looked at Bruce, “But that was a contingency plan. I’m not Superman, or Martian Man-Hunter, or the Flash. So why did you have one for me ? Do you have one for all of us? Do you have one for Dick, who’s been by your side practically since day one? Do you have one for Tim, who’s always been right there to make sure you’re on the right path? If they were just plans to help you sleep better at night, then that’s fine, Bruce. I’m fine with that. But you actually used it on me.  I haven’t been able to do basic tasks in the past month without dropping whatever was in my hands because they were shaking so much. Without feeling like my heart’s about to explode.”

“Jason, if I had been in control, I would’ve never done any of it. Zur—“

“Is still you. Is Batman without Bruce. Is your subconscious. So that means deep down, you’ve never trusted me. That means, deep down, I’ll never be enough for you. 

“I can’t… I can’t keep going around this merry go round with you, Bruce. Where you start to trust me, and I think maybe things can get better between us, but then we start fighting again.”

“Jay, lad, Things can get better between us.” Bruce took a step forward, and Jason flinched back into the sofa, as his vision blurred slightly, “Please. Please don’t say that. They can’t . And you know they can’t. Because you don’t understand what your actions mean to me. 

“When you brought me back to Ethiopia, when Damian died, asking me to relive the worst day of my life to figure how to bring him back, knowing you didn’t do that for me, it made me feel like I was never worth the effort. It made me feel like I was just a kid you put a roof over. It reminded me that I was never your son. Not really. 

“And back when I first came back to Gotham, and I was asking you to kill the Joker, I knew that your stupid moral code would never actually do it, but you didn’t have to throw a batarang at my neck. You could’ve made some effort to let me know you were glad to see me alive. 

“ I wasn’t asking for revenge. I was just… I was scared. All my actions that night were because I was scared and I thought— I thought that my dad, who was the protector of the whole world, would save me from the monster that still haunts me to this day,” He wiped his face, “All I wanted was my dad.” He took a shuddering breath in, “And it really hurts, when the only time I’ve heard you say ‘I love you’ since I’ve come back, maybe since ever, was after you chemically changed me to have chronic anxiety whenever I’m angry, but I guess that’s what I get when I’m only ever angry when I’m scared.”

Jason looked up at the ceiling fan and then back to Bruce, “If you call me I’ll come. If you need me I’ll be there. But it doesn’t stop it from hurting. It doesn’t stop me from feeling like an idiot every time we go around and around and around. It doesn't stop me from hating myself for falling for our ‘phases of better’ over and over and over again. But it gives me hope every time that one day we can go back to what we were before I died.” He looked down at his hands, “If you had done this to anyone else, someone who didn’t deserve it, I would’ve never forgiven you. But I already have.”

“Jason…” too many emotions flashed across Bruce’s face for Jason to read. 

“Bruce, I forgive you. Isn’t that what you came here for?” 

Bruce’s eyes were more gray than blue. They were glassy, like he had tears welled up in them. But that couldn’t be possible, he was Batman. Yet he still blinked rapidly, like he was trying to get something out, “I am so sorry I have hurt you so many times.”

Jason looked at the floor. 

Tim looked at Jason. 

Dick looked at Bruce. 

And Bruce put his cowl up and left.

[euijoosorangeslice]

do you have any hard harua thoughts? thank u ilysm🙏

do i? i just thought of some of the worst things ever....im going to hell.

warnings: public humiliation, edging, darcrophilia..

this is like a sorta sub!harua meandom!reader thought, but like teasing him with a vibrator? like say you guys all went out to lunch, but before you left you put a vibrating cock ring on. "dont take it off, and ill let you in me when we get back, deal?" you'd demand, him nodding vigorously.

when your group arrived at the cafe, you all sat down, making sure that you sat next to your beautiful boyfriend. the group ordered drinks, sitting around the table and sipping on their (half non) alcoholic beverages. maki started a conversation with harua, you using this as the time to pull out your phone under the table and turn on the vibrator to the lowest level.

harua gasped, leaning forward with his hands holding his kneecaps. "uh, rua are you doing alright?" he took a deep breath, smiling at maki. "yep, just uh- a little lightheaded. I probably just need to eat you know?" harua shot a glare at you, trying to ignore the smirk on your face when you turned it off. after a while, maki had gotten bored with sitting down so he and nicholas were outside in the garden.

they ordered food, everyone eating and enjoying their time. you thought this would be a perfect time to embarrass him, especially because everyone was so quiet. suddenly turning it up the ring to the highest level, his eyes went wide and he slammed his fist onto the table. everyone looked up at him, confused and concerned. harua was eating off of your plate, so you turned to him and pretended to be shocked. "harua. are you ok? im a little worried for you." euijoo spoke, harua sighing.

"guys, i p-p-promise im okay! i just- nghn- it's nothing!" his face was so red, sweat forming on his forehead. you bit your lip subtly, noticing that he had tears forming in his eyes. "maybe he needs to lay down. you look a little sick." fuma worried, harua slowly nodding. "it's okay, you guys keep eating, i'll take him to the car." you offered, kei smiling at you. "thank you. and tell us if anything happens." you nodded, harua whimpering and gripping your wrist.

as soon as you got in the car, harua moaned loudly, tossing his head back. "pleas-please fuck i-i need to cum." he whimpered, tangling his fingers in your hair and shoving his tongue down your throat. "yes, yes p-please y/n? i'll be such a good boy!" you giggled, pulling your phone out. "hm, i don't think you've earned it baby." you turned off the vibrator, harua whining and unzipping his pants. his face was drenched in sweat, tears rolling down his face. "i really h-have to cum."

you scoffed, shifting down his boxers. "you can. just don't expect me to fuck you." harua immediately pulled the ring off his base, rushing to thrust into his fist. "ah- hah, fuck m' sorry. need to c-cum so bad." it didn't take long for him to cum, his cock red and soft in his hands and stained with his own liquids.. "and i thought you could handle it like a good boy. obviously you need to be trained, rua." the small boy whined, crunching his knees to his chest. you pulled wipes out of your purse, cleaning up his mess. he squirmed and twitched as you wiped his tip, making a few more tears fall. "poor baby. maybe next time you can make it, hm?"

[zippidi-dooda]

Now, you aren't a good cook by any means, sometimes you liked to try and improve your skills, or at least try to make things you wanted in the moment. And right now, you were craving homemade cinnamon rolls.

No, you didn't know how to make them. But you knew Trey probably did, with him being a baker and all. So, why not set off to ask him how to make them?

It didn't take long to find him, he was just in his room.

He was leaning against his desk, hand tangled in his green hair, lips pursed and eyes squinted as he analyzed one of his textbooks.

Studying no doubt. You were a bit envious of his studying habits seeing as you often waited till the last second to remember you had to study.

Shouldn't bother him too long then.

"Hey, Trey? Where's that recipe book of yours?"

He looked up at you, his concentrated expression melting back into the soft smile you usually saw him wearing.

"Oh, hey, Y/N. Um, it's in the dresser by my bed. Middle drawer. What'd you need it for?"

You searched for the book as Trey shifted in his chair to watch you.

"I want cinnamon rolls. Ah, here it is."

"I see. I can help you out if you'd like." He stood, attempting to start walking to the kitchen to help you out.

But you shook your head and gently pushed him back on his chair, hand pressed against his chest. "Thanks, but, I think I wanna do it myself."

He held his hands over yours, looking up at you from over his glasses. "You sure? I won't do anything if you dont want me to. I can just watch and give you tips when you need it."

You shook you head. "No, that's ok. I think since I'm using your book I'll be able to handle it. You look like you have to study anyways, so it's best if I dont distract you with this. I'll be fine, Trey, don't worry."

He smiled grew taut. "I just have to keep the book from you so you ask for help then."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Well, call me if you need anything." His smiled returned to normal and he let go of your hand.

You frowned and slowly walked away. "O-kay. Thanks."

You weren't sure what that was all about. Maybe he wanted an excuse to not study? But what would Riddle do to you if he found Trey skipping studies because of you? Sorry, Trey, this is for the best.

You couldn't help admiring Trey's handwritting as you flipped through the book, searching for the specific recipe. You weren't sure why he wrote it down since he seemed to have all of the treats memorized, but you were glad he did.

It allowed you to learn what made his food so good (oyster sauce excluded) and see how his writing improved after each page. He seemed to have had this book from a young age, most of the first pages crooked and illegible.

"You should really rewrite some of these, Trey." You chuckled.

Soon, you found the correct page. You gathered all the necessary ingredients, rolled up your sleeves, then started baking.

Everything went fine at first, you even begin to think that might start having a knack for baking. Until you got to the kneeding part.

It's not coming out right. I let it rise long enough, didn't I? Is it too dry? Should I add more oil or water? Uh oh, now it's too wet. I should add more flour. Now, it's dry again. Oh God, what do I do? If I try this again, the same thing's gonna happen and it'll taste bad. How do I fix it? I'm not a chef or a baker. Why do I even try, I know I'm not good at this in the first place and this is more proof of that. What do I do? I can't just leave it there now, that's wasteful. But, I can't fix it.

You sighed and looked glumly over your shoulder.

I guess I should just go ask Trey for help.

You dragged your feet on your way down the winding Heartslabyul corridors to Trey's room.

"Trey," you sighed. "I need help."

He turned to look at you, brows raising as he noticed the dejected look on your face. You were avoiding his gaze, apron and hands covered in flour yet shiny with oil. Had the baking not gone well?

No, worries, he was here to help.

He smiled softly and walked towards you, wrapping his arm around you. "I'd be happy to."

You were soon back in the kitchen, you sitting by the counter, watching as Trey rolled up his sleeves and got to work fixing your mistake.

He rambled on and on about whatever came to mind, hoping to distract you. But it wasn't working. You replied with half hearted murmurs and watched his hands as he worked with bleary eyes.

He pursed his lips.

You closed your eyes, tucking your chin on your crossed arms, just waiting for Trey to finish and put the dessert in the oven.

Maybe you should have taken time to study instead of trying to bake. At least with studying there wasn't technically a way you could fail. Next time you'd just go buy what you want from Sam's instead of wasti-

Why was your nose wet?

"Pfft, ha ha ha!"

You opened your eyes to see Trey laughing at you, finger covered in brown frosting.

You went cross eyed to look at your nose, finding the same sugary, brown spread there.

You pouted tried to wipe it off. "What was that for?"

"S-sorry, thought you might like to try it." He stuck his finger in his mouth for a taste. "I think it tastes great, you don't think it needs more sugar, do you?"

You took a lick of your own and sighed. "It's perfect."

Trey frowned before taking your chin in his hand and making you look up at him. "You know, you started this on your own, I just came along to help in the end. It tastes perfect cause of you. And if you like this, I'm sure you'll like the rest when they're done."

You hummed, unintentionally rolling your eyes at him. "Yeah, thanks."

He narrowed his eyes, mouth twitching into a smile. "You know, you don't have to do everything perfect on your own. Especially not on your first try."

"Huh?"

"It takes time to perfect things. If it overwhelms you, take a break, most things can be done later anyways, even these cinnamon rolls."

"I know .... Thank you, for helping me, Trey."

"Of course. If you need help or want to try baking or cooking again, don't be afraid to ask me. Even if I look busy."

"Okay." You took a breath and placed your hands on his forearm, eyes closing again. "Thank you."

Instead of going to Sam's next time, you could go to Trey. Nothing's better than getting help from an expert right? Besides, Trey could be fun to hang around sometimes.

Trey hummed, looking at you for a moment before leaning forward. He brushed stray strands of hair behind your ear, then smirked.

Your eyes shot open as you felt something else wet (and warm this time) touching your nose and the smell of mint filling your senses. And you found Trey's face against yours, tongue licking your nose.

"Agh! What are you doing?!" You squeaked, all shades of red blooming across your face.

He pulled away with a chuckle, golden eyes twinkling with mischief, thumb brushing the skin under your lower lip.

"You missed a spot earlier."

"Y-you know what? You're kinda mean."

"Ha ha ha! Me? No. Not at all."

Yeah, you don't think you'd mind baking with Trey some more.

[literaphobe]

I’ve seen a lot of gender swapped mlb stuff where either one or both of their genders are swapped. How do you think any of those variations would change the love square dynamic or the characters in general, if they would change it all?

GONNA TALK ABOUT WLW LOVE SQUARE. other variations will be elaborated on if u come back and ask my sweet anonie <3

adrienette: i feel like fem adrien would give marinette so many more demons. i could go more in depth about my visions but ifl it would be really funny to see alya try and convince marinette that girl adrien TOTALLY likes her like its SO obvious and marinette is like IT DOESNT MEAN ANYTHING ALYA SHES NICE TO EVERYONE!! plus we dont even know if adrien likes girls!! and adrien walks by only overhearing the last sentence and is like oh! i do like girls :) and then after marinette’s recovered from her heart attack the new meta becomes OKAY BUT WE DONT KNOW IF SHES ATTRACTED TO GIRLS. MAYBE SHE JUST THINKS GIRLS R REALLY FUCKING COOL!! the next day the papers announce that girl adrien is in love w ladybug

ladynoir: chat noir has got the biggest crush on ladybug like she is so seriously gay like if she didnt already know she was gay if she was the most repressed gay girlie in this gay girlie world she would know what she was with ONE look at ladybug. ladybug has no fucking idea chat noir is in love with her. she thinks they are best friends. no one understands this life other than Her. one time some sleazy guy hit on chat and ladybug beat the shit out of him. he just so happened to be akumatized but she was so pissed off and violent about it. the dating rumors and the media are the same about it. aka incredibly invasive and ladybug is just as pissed off that they think they are dating. she gets so aggressive about it to the point where chat noir asks her what she thinks about the lgbt+ community. and chat is like im sorry like im a wlw and if u dont like gay ppl thats okay i just– and then ladybug like kisses her and is like im gay too u idiot its just weird of the media to speculate so harshly and then chat is just like FROZEN and ladybug freaks out shes like IM SO SORRY I SHOULDNT HAVE LIKE I MEAN I SHOULDVE ASKED and chat is like NO ITS OK UVE KISSED ME BEFORE ANYWAY and ladybug is like THATS DIFFERENT I HAD NO CHOICE BUT HERE– and then chat kisses her to calm her down (and shut her up) and pretty much just even the scales in terms of initiated kisses. when news about girl adrien x ladybug breaks out ladybug is like ???!!!!!!!! and chat is like um do u hate that she likes u i mean the news probably waaaayyyy exaggerated what they interrogated out of her and like um so overstretched it probably haha what do u think of blonde models and um adrien i guess like do u hate her do u think shes cool do u think you could fall madly in love with her and spend all your days together

ladrien: ladybug saves girl adriens life and shes like oh thank you ladybug… ur so wonderful 😍 like so clearly into her but ladybug is dense af and also nervous af she doesnt even believe the rumors!! shes like ur welcome girl adrien haha um yeah so um i saw the news but dont worry!!!! i know how the news exaggerates all the time like they always call me and girl chat noir a couple even tho we are not!! and adrien is like oh so like… ud never date chat noir? and ladybug is like uh… we are… friends and partners. do you.. want me to date chat noir? So the news really got it all wrong and you dont like me at all? and adrien is like I DO LIKE YOU… UM WHO WOULDN’T LIKE YOU? <- she has no idea how to save this bc she wants to date ladybug but doesnt know which identity to chase her with best and she thinks ladybug might not like EITHER of her identities so shes like confused at shit but also she very easily gets her hopes up and shes like maybe i should tell her???

marichat: ifl the events of glaciator will always be so inevitable for marichat. like marinette will always look so inviting on that balcony of hers staring off wistfully into the evening air and chat noir will always feel drawn to it when ladybug is nowhere to be found… what would be fun about wlw marichat guys

[isatswap]

(full game isat spoiler (its technically act 3 but im not risking it))

Buddy Quest

TTOS version of Companion Quest (the mirabelle one)

(Isabeau is sitting here, looking at papers.)

Isabeau: Oh, h-hi, Loop! Do you need anything?

Loop: (Questions...)

"I actually forgot where everyone is..."

"Are you feeling fine?..."

"Nothing strange going on today?"

"So, which one will you pick?"

"Nah."

Isabeau: H-huh? What do you mean?...

(You point at his pile of papers.)

Isabeau: What- Isabeau: !!!!!!!!

(Isabeau suddenly seems flustered.)

Isabeau: UH Isabeau: UMMM

(Isabeau hides his face with his hands.)

Isabeau: gsfbdghkphowdoyouknoooooow.....

(!!!)

Loop: "Nononono sorry! I didn't mean to embarass you!" Loop: "You're choosing someone for something, right?" Loop: "And you seem very troubled by it, so i thought I could help!"

Isabeau: ... Isabeau: sigh...You're older, so you must know more about this. Isabeau: You can help, I think, if you want....

(Older than him? Why is that relevant?)

Loop: "Yeah, I will help."

Isabeau: Thanks! Um!

(Isabeau finally reveals his face again and fixes his glasses.)

Isabeau: This might take some t-time... So, um... You can come back later if youre busy...

Loop:

"Yeah, I have time."

"I'll come back in a moment..."

Isabeau: Ok! Good!!! Isabeau: So, ummm.... Sit down next to me?

(You sit down.)

(Isabeau is looking nervously at his knees.) (He looks worried... Maybe you should take the lead.)

Loop: "So, uh...what are these papers about?"

Isabeau: OH! Um.... Isabeau: ...Bonding proposals?....

(??? Bonding???) (Like, the one where you stay with someone forever???) (Is Isabeau looking for someone to bond with???????)

Isabeau: No waitwaitwait uhhhhh thatsnotwhatimeaaant

(You can see Isabeau struggling to not hide his face again.)

Isabeau: Sorry.... It's more like.... dating? Dating profiles! That's the name for it! I'm not bonding with anyone yet....

(Dating? Wow that's so cute of him you need to know more like right now.) (Although.... You would've never guessed, you didn't think he would be interested in that.)

Isabeau: Before the Scary Lady did the... uh.... thing.... I decided i wanted to try...dating! Yeah! Isabeau: And so I asked a dating company, and they gave me a bunch of papers with people I could meet and date and then the attack on the House happened--

(Isabeau inhales sharply. Poor sod forgot to breathe.)

Isabeau: So, um, I decided to do it now! Since we have some time! Isabeau: But...um... it only just today dawned on me that its like... about staying with someone forever... so I probably need help with this.... Isabeau: Also I... need to stop thinking about tomorrow. I'd rather be stressed about choosing a date than... that...

(Oh. Okay!)

(Dating was never your forte, but you would like to help Isa distract himself from tomorrow. He seems to be most worried about it.)

Loop: "Let's have a look, then!"

Isabeau: Yeah! I have some profiles right here!

(Isabeau takes out a MASSIVE folder from under his jacket.)

(Was he carrying that throughout all his journey???)

Isabeau: Okay! So! We should take turns! You can go first and tell me what you think!

(You take a random profile from the stack. Its a buff, strong looking man.)

(Is that someone Isa would like?....)

Loop:

"He looks cool?"

"Meh."

"We have one of those already, teehee~"

Isabeau: What? Who--

(Isabeau suddenly stops and gets a bit flushed.)

Isabeau: Awww, Loop! Don't say that so suddenly! Isabeau: But uh. Yeah. I dont know if i want to date them...

(Not his type, then. Probably.)

Loop: "Got anyone more feminine looking?"

(Isabeau looks through the stack and takes out a file.)

Isabeau: Like her?

(The file depicts a gentle looking lady.)

Loop:

"Looks pretty?"

"(Shrug)"

"Looks like if Mira wasn't buff...."

Isabeau: Yeah, you're right, I guess.... don't know still, though....

(Another indecisive answer. You probably need to be more specific.)

Loop: "What kind of people are you into, anyway?"

Isabeau: Oh....um....I don't....think i have one? I just like people. Different kinds of people. Yeah. Isabeau: That doesn't help, does it?

(You nod.)

Isabeau: ...What kind of people do you like, Loop?

(Oh, that may help! Maybe he'll agree with you on some types and that's how you find out what he likes?)

(....Alas, nothing comes to mind. You've never actually considered dating.)

Isabeau: Oh, you're struggling too?.... Isabeau: sigh.... Isabeau: OK, Loop. I'm going to confess. Isabeau: I actually like quite a few people from the profiles I've seen, but... I'm just.... too overwhelmed by this. Isabeau: Dating...and then bonding... it's just scary to me!

(Well, that explains some things. But then...)

Loop: "If it scares you so much.... why are you doing it?"

Isabeau: Well....

Isabeau: I really, really believe in Change. Isabeau: And the belief requires Change! With a capital C! Always bettering yourself, becoming different in the process! Isabeau: A-and one of the things to help you change is doing something that you've never done before! That's part of the reason Houses offer so many classes, actually... Isabeau: And you know I really wanted to change, so I tried new things! They were often fun and fulfilling...but... Isabeau: You can't just have easy fun most of the time! You need to challenge yourself! To step out of the comfort zone, you know!

(Out of the comfort zone, huh....)

Loop: "And that's why you're trying out dating?"

Isabeau: Yeah... That's why I picked it! It's scary and unknown to me! Isabeau: And also romantic love is one of the best ways to attain Change! Because it brings you so much new experiences! And... Isabeau: And I have to do it to be a Housemaiden, right? I need to find someone to love, and then bond with them, and.... Isabeau: And sleep with them.... and... do stuff.....and...have children....

Loop: "What about that makes you scared?"

Isabeau: The fact that I don't know what kind of person I would want to be with! And such permanent change is scary! And what if they don't like me! Do I even like myself! I don't know! But I feel like a fraud for not wanting to do it like all others.... Isabeau: And I feel bad that I can't just be happy with change like this....

(Wow.)

(That's not easy to digest.)

(But what if...)

Loop: "Do you even have to change?..."

Isabeau: OF COURSE I DO, LOOP!!! Isabeau: And not only have, I need to! And I want to! Isabeau: I want to change myself! To be stronger, to be braver, to be less anxious, to be that person that anyone can rely upon! Isabeau: I want to be a good Housemaiden, too! I like helping people, I like learning new things, I like bettering myself.... But.... Isabeau: This means I have to date someone..... And it not like I wouldn't like it's just...... Isabeau: It feels like if I just forced myself it would help me. Help me change. Help me stop being..... this. Isabeau: Stop being so weak and indecisive and anxious and nerdy and.... and.... Isabeau: ....and I still can't do it! Even if I really want to Change myself, to become someone different, someone I would like to know, someone I would like to be.... I can't. Crabbing. Do this part. Isabeau: ....

(....)

(Huh! You never knew Isabeau felt like this about himself.)

(You knew he was an avid follower of Change, but.....)

(...)

Loop: "Well, I don't know about this dating thing...."

Loop: "But! I think you are already brave."

Isabeau: ....?

Loop: "You went on this whole quest, not knowing if you would succeed, persevering through all the challenges you faced, despite the fact that your adversary has, like, almost otherworldly power." Loop: "Just to save your country." Loop: "That is bravery."

Isabeau: .....

Loop: "And because of it...." Loop: "I don't doubt that you can Change to be the person you want to be."

Isabeau: .... Isabeau: You.... You are right! I can do it! I don't know why, but after you said it, it became much easier for me to think it as well! Isabeau: Heh, I really did need a fresh pair of eyes.... I-I mean, one eye, I guess? Sorry....

(You laugh a bit.)

(You know he didn't mean anything bad by this.)

(He would never.)

Isabeau: Hehehe! Isabeau: ..But, I'm.... I'm still afraid a bit..... Isabeau: What if I'll never be able to date? What if I'll never be able to change in that way? What if--

Loop: "Isa."

Isabeau: ...?

Loop: "Maybe you need to slow down?"

Isabeau: Huh....? What do you mean?

Loop: "This thing with dating it just.... Sounds like you are trying to do too much." Loop: "I'm not a Housemaiden myself as you would know, but...." Loop: "There must be other ways to change in a meaningful way without having to push yourself this hard, right?"

Isabeau: ... Isabeau: ...Again, I don't know why, but after you've said it out loud it made me realise. Isabeau: I am doing too much! I don't really need to do this right this moment! Isabeau: I thought I needed to date to change myself to be someone I liked... Isabeau: But it's actually the reverse! I need to become someone I like to find out who I would want to date! Isabeau: Kinda put the cart before the horse here, haha....

Loop: "Yeah, you really need to..." Loop: "....hold your horses."

Isabeau: Yeah!!!!!!

(Isabeau lets out a hearty laugh.)

Isabeau: Haha... Isabeau: ...Are you Changed yourself, perchance?...

(....Oh.)

(....)

(You think about your starry skin.)

(....You don't remember.)

Loop: "No, teehee~"

Isabeau: Oh, nevermind. I just thought you might have went through something like this. Isabeau: In any case.... Isabeau: Thank you, Loop! Thank you so much for talking to me today! Isabeau: ....I need to think about this. And also about where should I put all these papers, hahah. You can go do your things, now.

(Isabeau smiles brightly at you.)

(You smile back with your eyes and go.)

[royalwritersoftheuniverses]

The Mistake

18+ as there is talk of miscarriage READ THE WARNINGS. YOU are responsible for the content you read. Do not repost or republish or translate . Reblogs and comments are welcome

Warnings: MISCARRIAGE . A lot of talking about it. MISCARRIAGE and cheating. A lot of angst. I cried writing it. Sme fluff youll miss it if you blink It may be triggering to some people. Do not read if miscarriage is triggering

This is an Alternate Universe where you are married to your favorite Chris actor( there’s tons out there ) I chose the most popular one lately and he's a well... but hey it's an AU. Alternative universe not real don’t come for me

"Everything ok babe?"

"Hmm"

"Yea how was your uh business meeting"

"Good."

"You working on a peice?"

He kisses my shoulder?

"Yea fall decor "

"Alright dont let me interrupt."

"He kissed my shoulder again"

"Hey babe where'd you'd go?"

"Oh the uhm that place with the palm trees. By docks"

"That place by the country club called Docks?"

Yep that one why

Just wondering. Been stuck inside all day.

I expected him to ask me to go for a walk. I scoffed. Course not. Not like he loved me cause we're married. I save my draft and and grab practically all the paper towels and walk outside past the patio and I down on a chair to cry.... why here? There is no place by the country club called Docks.

"Chris is not cheating on you he loves you I'm sure it was an innocent mistake about the restaurant and the woman that stopped by the house was probably a crazy fan. " one if his friends,texted you in response to you asking: Tell me the truth is Chris cheating on me? A woman stopped by claimed he was. She wasn't vain or anger. She felt bad.

His friend then texted him

"Your wife thinks you're cheating on her. Spend some time with her. We all know you'd never do that but someone stopped at the house she said. Scared her - I know you love her we all do. But can u blame her for being scared. And get a fucking iRing!"

"Shit' he said under breath. But you heard him

"Babe?"

"Sweetheart, you do know I love you more than anything right?

"More than Dodger ?

"I said anything not anyone" he smiled

You started to sob so much. You knew it was a lost cause.

His eyes went wide.

"Hey, hey-hey-hey It was a joke a stupid silly joke. I I. An asshole. Its not even thst fun in fact not funny at all." He said as he patted your hair and smoothing it

"You know how much I love you."

" I dont know anymore."

"Do I have to show you." He smirked.

"No I'm just going to go in the living room and watch tv" you said defeated. His smirk quickly went away.

"Baby watch it here. We can cuddle I've been missing you all day. I love you I wanna spend time with you-"

You silently scoffs but Chris didn't miss your shoulders drop.

"You need sleep. I dont want to keep you up. " I'll come back later." You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Chris was confused why it wasn't on his lips you never kissed him on the cheek ever. He knew he hurt you.

"I love you"

and you reaction was less than happy .

"Me too" Gone was your blush and slight giggle. Gone was your bright smile. All that was left was dark circles and a far off look.

"Is she sick? Maybe? No that has to be it. She's getting sick." he thought lt- in denail about everything except that he was leaving to film a movie.

The next morning Chris woke up to en empty bed. A cold empty bed. Dodger was gone too.

He went downstairs and you were sleeping with tissues scattered around you. Dodger was lying with you. He bent down to scratch Dodgers head. Dodger seemed to even be angry with him. He told himself Dodger was up all might watching out for you he needed sleep too.

"Hey Bubba taking care of mama hu? What a good dog you are. Yea Gotta watch her for me ok? I'm worried she's sick. Ok so no making her run after you."

Chris cleaned up the tissues. Let Dodger out to do his business and let him back in. Made sure his bowls were full. As for you he brought out some water and cold medicine putting it on the coffee table for you, alone with cookies and snack telling himself you were just under the weather. He took the blanket hanging over the back of the couch and carefully covered you

"And screw it" he thought "I dont care if I get sick I'm taking care of my girl."

He leaned down to give you a soft but deep loving, as far as he was concerned, kiss on the lips you scowled and moved the opposite to have you back facing him. You've done that before when you want to sleep and he's riled up or when you knows he needs to sleep. But never because of an argument you two never argued. He was proud of that you two loved eachother. He had no qualms admitting you were more than he could ever ask for even though he...but he pushed that thought out of his mind. Still... but something felt odd. Off. Diffrent.

Weeks had passed and things went back to normal. To your dismay your family told you this was the best you were going to do no one would take care of you like him even if he had done something cheated one or twice or 100 times. He still would be the best choice you'd have. Which they didnt believe he'd cheat or at least said they didn't believe. But when he got home he'd be so racked with guilt.

You were lying in bed. Bed rest common that's what you were told. Nothing strenuous to relax. Wouldn't call anyone you had no idea who'd be in the picture there alone home alone.

"Baby" he called

You weren't there to greet him neither was dodger although. Maybe you two were out.

He walked in and saw you pale and despondent . And he didn't understand why his heart broke so much. He loved you but it practically shattered- he felt more than he ever thought was possible. So many feeling at once and none of them happy ones.

Seeing his face you said one simple line.

"Bed rest doctors orders."

He froze for a moment "What happened you sick?" You hadn't told him then again he just realized you hadn't spoke in a while. It used to be FaceTime all the time but he had stopped that. He felt bad. But he was about to feel So. Much. Worse.

"No, common to be on bed rest after a miscarriage."

Chris froze. "A mis- ' his mind couldn't work it couldnt finish the sentence. He froze. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing. it

"You-"

He ran to your bed side once his legs worked again

"Oh god baby why didn't you"

'I was going to tell you when you got back. Surprise you. Told you it was hormones. The moodiness and then-"

"You you should've called why did you. Call I-" he said not finishing the sentance out loud but in his head "I would have been with you instead of her," he thought.

"Did you call anyone?"

A small almost silent "No" came out. " I didnt want to bother anyone.I lost them its ll my fault Chris."

Them? Twins it had to be twins he was going to be father to twins. He thought. He second of happiness left as soon as it came.

"Sweetheart it wasn't your fault it couldn't possibly be your fault."

"Yea it was. You know that detergent on the top shelf that I wanted moved down?"

"Yea"

'I need to wash stuff and I had to get it you-undwrsgand right? I needed to but -" you rolled your eyes at your self

"and I got dizzy and I stumbled off. I kinds fell off but I didn't fall on the fall and my belly went into the thing the handle off whatever I did I felt ok but I had gotten so tired I took a nap and I -after my nap I there was so much blood. And it was dried i slept I slept through it I dont know how I- I knew I knew I got there before I got there I lost our babies it was my family my fault." Your tears broke Chris even more. It was his fault.

Chris shook his head " no. "

You had begged him to move it down saying it was too hard for you to reach and he would roll his eyes saying use a step stool or wait for him. He always had wanted you to wait for him. He did. He hated bending down to get it. He thought you were over reacting. How hard it was for you to reach but And this way you'd two would have some funny cute banter it was always funny and cute never... He never thought.

"Who knows?" Hoping that you hadn't been lying here for who knows how long hopefully someone just left before he came in. He prayed to himself that you weren't lying here blaming yourself alone.

"No one. I was too scared too ashamed." Tears that filled her eyes rolled down her face

"Oh sweetheart" he enrolled her in a hug having her face kisses all over.

" There is no possible way it could have been your fault pregnant women bump into things all the time. My sisters did and thier babies were perfectly fine."

"So it's me? Its just me?"

He wanted to say no but before he could

"All because I wanted to wash some clothes. I should've just waited for you to come home."

"Home" he thought. "I should've been home instead of with her" he'd never make that mistake again. He swore on his life.

He noticed your hair was greasy and knotty. It must have happened right after he left. You always took care of you hair making sure to use the nicest things you could could afford and this Chris bought you the best and now it was....You were....

"How about a bath hmm? You'll feel better?"

You decline with a small shake of the head.

" I'll wash your hair? You love when I do that." He smiled remembering all your giggle and instructions it took a bit time get the hang of it but once he did he was proud of himself. Yiu aways had the ability to do that make him feel good, proud of himself with even the tiniest of things.

" Come on whens the last time we took a bath together? "

You shrugged.

He did too...mentally... in fact he realized he'd been ignoring you and you both knew it. And maybe thats why you were ao...why did not call him.

"Please love come one we love doing that. First time I got you naked rember swearing the bubbles would cover you." You let out a small chuckle. It was tr us. It wasn't about sex or him wa ting to see you naked. Well he did. But it wasn't about sex. I itically he well, he is a man but once he got you in there for the first time he loved being close to you and you trusting him. The conversation you two had were deep. He used to look forward to those baths. Just to hold you to know you truested him implicitly. It meant so much to him. And right now? It started to mean even more.

He walked into the bathroom to get the bathreadt rolling up his sleeves d t he n he saw it. A dark crimson red. He lifted the sheet it was almost everywhere. He silently gasped. He almost fell over You lost so much blood he closed his eyes for a moment you had lost so much blood. Too much. Almost too much. No wonder you were so pale.

He put spoon of Epsom salt in the bath. You needed to relax and frankly so did he. He was so terrified seeing you like this. He wished he could take back so much time. He loves you he never stopped the love didn't change. He told himself that as he stared at himself in the mirror as the salt devolved. And rhat was all true. He thought a mistress would be fun to try things on. He told himself he'd try them before bringing the ideas to you but that was a bold faced lie. It wasn't even bold it was a farce. Though was he didn't know why he cheated when he loved you more than life. He never cared about her not even a little. Was she pretty maybe but eh that was what he thought of her eh. And that was the truth so was the fact that he was an asshole and he knew it.

And went to get you. You were unsteady but tried your best to hide it. Be he held on to you so tight. So very tight.

"Baby how much blood did you lose?"

"I don't know"

Kylie saw the sheets thats thats too much but going to be ok.

"I promise you you'll see itll be fine," You best friend Kylie said to you. You trusted her. Not only was she one of your best friend but your OBGYN you never told Chris that. I mean its weird as it is. She was with you as much as possible then her family had an emergency of its own and you promised you'd be ok let others know.

The seconds walk to the en suite took almost 5 minutes. And every step terrified Chris. Every step he gripped and held you tighter and tighter

"They said I almost waited too long," You said out of the blue.

"Can we throw them out the sheets?

"Of course baby"

You had wobbled and he thanked God he was holding on to you and you were in the bathroom so he could lean you on the sink. To let you breathe before he had you sit on the toilet lid. Once he did he helped get you out of clothes. He let you have a moment to breathe and took those second to send a text a long overdue to end never shoulda started

-

"It's over. I love my wife this was wrong I should've been home. "

"What?"

"It's over. Never again."

Chris blocked her number and was thankful he hadn't sent pictures with his face in them. And he deleated all of them. People accused him of dating all the time. He knew you never believed them. Hopefully you never would the one time it was true.

He held your hands as he waited for you to step in.

"Wait. Hold on."

You stopped and he came closer wrapping his arm around your waist while holding your opposite hand so he as you stepped in he had the best grip.

"Hold on to me baby." You almost slid but he had you.

"I got you. I got you." he kissed your forehead.

He-he stripped faster then he had ever done before in his life. Then quickly got behind you sighing in contempt. He was home with his girl, his wife. He was holding her and everything would be ok from now on.

He doesn't know why but he was more relaxed happier, despite the circumstances.

His wife could've died, his babies he'll never know if he could've saved them all because he was spending his time off playing hide the zucchini just for a rush. For not even fun last time. she wasn't as good as you but he tried to rationalize with himself he come to the decision he didn't even know why he did it but he knew he couldn't lose you. Then he realized he probably could have saved them...but he'd never know. You two often took naps together or he'd just hold you as he did work or read scripts and he would have noticed the blood. He could have held you through everything.

He hated himself. Hated himself for causing you all his pain. He had off he made sure he was off to to he couldn't even think it anymore.

"Will you ever forgive me?" He wispered in your ear

"For what?" You faked innocence knowing full well what you did what you were trying to do

"For... Not being here for you you and our babies"

"Please dont Chris don't talk about them" your cried "they're gone for good an I- all my fault. You were working for uh" not even saying the word us, "you were working. It's not like you were having an affair. "

He swollowed and hmmd

"Still your my wife I should have been here. We have more than enough money. I'll take off."

"What about the movie?"

"Screw it i dont care thats what insurance is for I'm staying here with you. I'll take care of you."

"Can we go somewhere the two of us all alone ?I just want you. I miss you so much."

He missed you too but he just kissed your temple and let his lips linger.

"Of course baby"

"Don't-dont use use that word Chris" you you biting back a sob he knew you were but you were shaking. Then he realized everytime you slipped or wobbled he used the word baby.

"I'm sorry" kissed your head and gave you a small squeeze.

"I'll just be us Sweetheart only us until you're feeling better. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Sleep you need some rest."

"In here?"

"Yea ill wash you hair and you'll wake up clean and rested. I'll take care of you I swear."

"Like in the marriage vows?"

Chris didn't think it was possible but his heart sunk even lower peices became more peices. He was turning into a broken man but he needed to be there for you. He might be broken but you were a shell. A shell of who were- he could have prevented and stopped the life that- he closed his eyes the three lives. There was nothing he could do now about the twins but Damn it to hell if he was going to lose you too. You were saved he wasn't going to let that be in vain.

"Stay?"

You pulled him back, out of his head.

"I told you" he said with small chuckle "im not going anywhere without you. And id rather you be here. Right here. In my arms. I can't lose you. I wont."

You both stayed in the bath until the water was cold and your hair was knot free and clean; as beautiful as a siren.. Chris was proud of himself for doing that. You had fallen asleep along the way. Hes not sure when. You had been so quiet. He was telling you random stories to make you laugh it didn't really work but he got some soft chuckles more like a soft scoff mat Ed a soft begrudged laugh

He didnt want to let go but he knew he had to. Chris drained the tub pulling the plug with his feet. Holding you tight as it drained so you'd be slowly lowered.

He got out slowly wrapping a towel around himself and then drying you as you slept in the bath.. you looked so sweet and innocent like a rennasance painting. He wanted to take a picture but you would have killed him if it ever got out regardless if his account was broken into or not. Screw it he thought and he did take a picture. You really did look like a painting. Even you leg was bent over so you privates weren't showing your chest was another story but he could look at you like this forever. You really did look like a beautiful renaissance painting. How could he ever….. he’d never step out on you again. He swore his life on. It. Sure he did a lot of that today but every one of them were true. Everyone of them he couldn’t even think about breaking.

Then you shivered a little. Reminding him he had a towel but not you- you had to be cold.

He had to wake you.

"Sweetheart common its time to go to bed"

He caressed your cheek until you woke up and he helped you out and wrapped you up in your favorite fluffy robe. It garnered a while from you and his heart soard what was left of it anyway. You two were lying in bed. Your head and arms in his cheat and his arm wrapped around his shoulder.

He thought you were sleeping when he called his lawyer.

"I need to get out of this movie."

"Chris you know-"

"My wife almost died. And she was alone I can't leave her."

"Mr. Evans while I -"

"She lost our twins she almost died. I cant leave her I'm not going to move her she's too fragile right now. I need to be with her. We barely shot a thing they can replace me. Lie if you have to. And if this gets out. I'll sue you. We told no one about the twins. She can't even hear the B word she blames herself. I'd rather never be hired again than lose her. "

His lawyer merely said his wife almost died

His lawyer had called the Russo that night.

Joe and Anthony had rhen called him to make sure he was ok and find out if they could do anything. He said its too soon to discuss it to heartbreaking only that he needs to be here with you. They understood. They have families of thier own. If they were in his position they'd do the same. They never told Chris but they had a feeling he meant a miscarriage had occurred and she was by herself. Neither could imagine it.

There were some rumors that Chris dropped because his wife almost died. His mistress never breathed a word. Understanding why and hoping maybe in time he'd come back to her guilt is strong but love is stronger. Except Chris was using her for fun. Not for love and be loved. Hed never leave anyone for her...especially not leave you. he loved more than anything anymore he knew you loved him but right nowhe didn't care you could hate him for not moving the laundry detergent down for being gone so much. As long as you were back to who you were. Smiling and happyjoyful not this. Not...he was afraid you didn'tlove yourself. But he wouldn'tleave you. He'd never.

Chris held you so close that night. the night after that week that whole month six months he was glues to your side. First it was a mix of guilt and love but now it was just pure love adoration and devotion. He couldn't imagine how he could have ever wanted someone else to play with for even a short time. You were all he'd needed. He was an idiot. Because you were all he wanted his party days should have been over long time ago one last foray and he nearly lost it all. He was happy and you were happy. But Chris still hated himself swearing that he'd never do what he did again because he had off he could have been there but now he always will be. You knew he'd come back. You know Chris better than himself.

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