#he did what?

[maximumkillshot]

I Can't Lose You

Warnings: Ok... this is gonna be a long one. Cursing, Lying, pain really... as far as the eye can see. Panic attacks. There is also another warning that I really wanna give but it'll also give a big part away.

Pairing: ? xReader (Another spoiler come on!)

Characters: All of the Stray Kids, OC Soo, Reader

A/N: This is my first posted Stray Kids fic, so if you like it I'll be happy to make more! Feedback is always appreciated! And if you like Supernatural as well here's my masterlist!

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Things started off small, a missed call here, and a late text there. Then, they started to get more sporadic… More suspicious. Most of all, it’s in his eyes. When he’d see the dinner made and packed in the fridge for him. The laundry and dishes done, you passed out on the couch, waiting for him to come home. You didn’t see it, but his face had guilt written all over it. 

You weren’t blind. You saw the lipstick on his collar, and the scent on his clothes. The times that you kept saying, “I know you’re busy” and pecking him on his lips, despite the perfume attacking your senses. 

You figured one of his sister idols hugged him, that’s how it transferred, yeah, that was a comfy thought. It even made complete sense since hugs were a must. 

It was your 3rd anniversary, you had everything planned. All that you asked of him was to show up at said place at said time. That’s quite literally it. You had been planning this for months, even going as far as talking his manager into giving him one weekend off… just one. You also asked him what you could do to make his life just slightly easier. 

Now here you are… alone… at said place at said time. Texting. Calling. No answer. 10 minutes turned into 20 minutes, 20 to 40, 40 to an hour and a half. You sit here on the verge of tears, calling the only person you could. 

“Hey Y/N why are you calling? Is everything okay?” Minho asked. 

“He never showed,” You started crying as you mindlessly picked the petals off of the roses on the table, staring at the card you had gotten him. 

“He’s your husband, what do you mean he didn’t show?!” He yelled. 

You heard in the background, “WHAT?!” there was no mistaking that voice, it was Changbin. 

Then you heard the phone being snatched. 

“Y/N where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

You gave him the address as you tried your best to breathe. You had taken a cab here and nothing is more awkward than breaking down in the back of an Uber. About 20 minutes later you heard Bin behind you. 

“Y/N?” He asked so gently like you’d break… But you already have.

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. “Your best friend’s been lying to me?”... No. You elected to just say, “I don’t know where to go.” because it’s true. You had no clue where to go. 

Binnie smiled at you. A sad, empathetic, whisper of a smile as he said “Let’s start with home, yeah?” He asked. 

You nodded, grabbed the card off of the table, and off you went. 

You had asked the guys to give you guys alone time in the dorm, so everyone was scattered through the city. Bin just happened to be at the Danceracha house when you called. 

You had no clue, but before Bin had even gotten in his car to get you. He texted everyone to meet at the 3Racha house, but NOT to go in before Bin made it to the house with you. He could tell by the look on your face that something was very wrong, and you’d need all of the support you could get. 

When everyone was there, you unlocked the door and Bin was the first to go in. Immediately his jaw dropped as he hung his head. When you came in you heard it.

Moaning… loud moaning. You looked at the floor near the front door, seeing a pair of heels you didn’t recognize. You welcomed the boys in with a pointer finger to your lips. Everyone quietly came in as you toed off your heels, eventually sitting on the couch.

You as well as the boys heard everything… The “I love you” s, the “Feel so much better than her” and finally the nail in the coffin, “I can’t wait to leave her.”

Everyone’s jaws were on the floor at what he was saying and at your reaction to them. You just stared at the wedding photo hanging on the mantle. The thought of losing the boys paralyzing you with fear. 

He continued, “never wanted her…only you… always you,” then, “m’close Baby.” You couldn’t even look at the boys. It wasn’t embarrassing, after all, you aren’t the one cheating on your husband with someone while he’s waiting to celebrate your anniversary.

You couldn’t look because of the overwhelming sadness. It was numbing, aching, sadness.

Another thing you could say is that you should’ve seen it coming. Some of his most popular songs have lyrics about someone else catching his eye.

You can hear his moans getting louder, that's a sign that he’s close so you put the card down, get up, and walk down the hallway. You look at the door that used to mean serenity and happiness, now colored a nauseating dark and gloomy gray.

You open the door and walk in. You see them, your husband and your best friend, writhing around on the bed as they both reach their highs together. You couldn’t find it in you to cry. Not even a little. 

Finally, your husband rolled off of her, giggling and enjoying the high.

The only one who noticed you were there was your best friend, Soo, who has been your friend since you moved here 6 years ago, so you could be closer to the boys. When she saw you, her face turned ghost-white… 

You just put your wedding band on the dresser drawer.

“Fuck you’re so much better than her.” he breathed out… When she didn’t respond, he opened his eyes. The pure chocolate orbs scanned you and wished, just like you, that this was a nightmare.

“Y/N/N” he breathed, you could see the weight on his shoulders as he threw his head back onto the pillow, putting his hands to his face, knowing that he was caught.

“Soo… you have 3 minutes to get dressed and to get the FUCK out of MY HOUSE…” You gritted your teeth as you threw her clothing at her.

As soon as she left you turned your full attention to your husband.

You calmly started changing clothes, taking off the skin-tight black dress that you knew would do something to him (Well thought you knew, rather). You didn’t face him as you changed, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your body. Halfway through pulling down the dress you grabbed a big sweatshirt and put it on, so when the rest of the dress slid off, He’d never see a thing. You put on sweatpants afterward. 

In your mind, you already know. The last time he will ever see your body was 3 days ago. When you both took a shower together. 

During all of this, he was frozen. You see, when your relationship started you told him, you don’t tolerate cheaters. He knows that and that you are pissed, and rightfully so, but he is also terrified of losing you. As a matter of fact, at this point, that is the only thing he is thinking about. He can’t lose you.

After you changed you started with, “How long?”

“Y/N/N I..”

“HOW LONG?” You barked. Your voice taking a stern and powerful tone.

“Physically, 2 months. Emotionally, almost a year.” His face fell.

“Do you remember what today is?” 

“What?”

“Do you remember what today is?” you asked in a docile tone as you took off your earrings, ones he had gotten for your first anniversary. 

He checked his phone and cursed under his breath, “Baby I--”

That was when you lost it, “YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME THAT! NOT AFTER YOU SAID IT OVER AND OVER TO HER WHILE YOU WERE FUCKING HER IN OUR BED! IN OUR HOME!”

You tried to stop it from boiling over, but you couldn’t help it when visceral sobs left your throat. You grabbed a duffel bag out of the corner of the room, trying to do your best not to completely collapse. 

“Y/N, what are you doing, talk to me.” He finally got up and put some sweats on. “I know you’re hurting.”

You yelled, “This is beyond hurt!…”, Then your voice cracked as your volume plummeted, sounding and looking so small as you continued, “You have no fucking idea what you just did.”

You started hyperventilating at the gravity of his shitty decisions and the effect it will have on your life. You needed to get away from him. You stumbled out of the room and into the hallway. You couldn’t even call out to Hannie, too close to passing out from hyperventilation. 

Hannie’s ears perked up, your raspy and rapid breathing meant that you were hyperventilating. The next second he’s running to you. 

“Hey hey hey Y/N/N. You need to breathe honey, come with me.” He immediately supported your body, halting all possibility of you diving face first into the floor if you do pass out. Then he essentially dragged you back to where you were sitting. 

You grabbed the card and held it to your chest as Han kneeled in between your legs. He was trying to get you to focus on your breathing and to focus on him, to ground yourself.

As much as you wanted to focus on Han, you couldn’t help but look at that damn photo on the mantle. You wanted that photo so badly to be true again.  You couldn’t help the sobs that came out of your mouth as you hugged the card to yourself. 

When your husband, Chan, finally made his way to the living room he saw everyone there and his face turned nearly colorless. Everyone stared at him except for Han and Bin, who were worried about you more than anything. 

“You don’t understand” and “he doesn’t understand” were all you could repeat as you wept. Rocking back and forth, because no one really could understand, the gravity of what he has been doing. 

Bin tried getting through to you by saying, “Help us understand Y/N/N.” You handed him the card as you continued sobbing, consumed by the sheer pain of what Chan’s done. 

Bin opened the card and his face went from confusion to rage-filled, his features reminding Han of hardened steel. Unwavering, strong, and in this case, pissed off. 

Bin tried to sound as calm as he could, for your sake, as he said, “Hannie, put together an overnight bag for Y/N, don’t forget anything. Innah, take her to my car… she needs to calm down if not we have to go to the hospital.”

As soon as he heard the car door slam, he went off.

“You know out of all of the people I could ever conceive doing this, you would be the last of them!”

“Bin” Chan tried to say something but Changbin cut him off.

“NO! YOU DON’T GET A SAY HERE, CHRIS! YOU FUCKED UP ROYALLY AND NOW YOU DESTROYED YOUR FAMILY!” Bin was visibly shaking with rage as he walked up to Chan. Tears were starting to form in his eyes.

LeeKnow looked visibly confused as he looked to Bin, “What are you talking about?”

Bin threw the content of the card at Chan’s feet. 

Chan looked at what the card had in it, it was unmistakable.

Bin sounded broken as he responded, “Y/N is pregnant.”.

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[alwaysjustmina]

Whispers of Rain

Chapter 6: You get what you give, you reap what you sow

Note: no major warnings for this chapter, but hold onto your pants people. It's getting even more mixed up!

Thank you to @papaslittlesunshine for betaing and @kamonart as always for the beautiful art for this story! And if course @midnight-moth for listening to my depraved thoughts!

When they got back from the party, Ifrit was quick to deposit them back to their locked room without any further conversation, the lock on the door quickly being turned from the outside again.  Dew swiftly sequestered himself in the bathroom, stripping the revealing garment from his body and collapsing in the shower.  He needed to get the smell of Ifrit off of him, the desire so strong he practically ripped the clothes from his body.  As he sat on the floor of the shower, his knees drawn to his chest, letting the scalding water caress him like a lover, finding comfort in Rain’s element, wishing it was him washing his body, promising Dew that Ifrit wouldn’t hurt him anymore. 

Dew wondered if someday he would be unable to cry anymore.  Would he become so numb to the pain?  

Lost in his thoughts, he barely heard the light knock on the door from Eidolon asking if he was alright.  Dew answered with a shrug that Eidolon couldn’t see.  When he got no answer, he opened the door quietly and slipped into Dew’s self made isolation.  When he heard the whimpers from Dew in the shower, he stripped down to his boxers and entered the self made oasis.  

“Dew, can I help?”  He asked timidly.

Dew nodded, unable to help himself at this point.

Eidolon bent down to assist Dew to his feet, helping Dew to drape his arms over his shoulders as he gripped his waist, while grabbing the body wash and washcloth from Dew.

He softly washed his body, careful of his sensitive areas, making sure to ask before he touched him in those spots.  He didn’t want to be another person to violate Dew’s body.  Eidolon turned Dew from him, washing his hair gently, lathering the shampoo, then the conditioner.  As Eidolon’s long fingers carded through Dew’s hair he could feel his slight body sag into him the longer they stood in the shower.  His body, shutting down from the anxiety, stress, torture, sleep grasping at him to escape this place.  Eidolon applied ointment to the too many bites on his skin after he deposited Dew on the bed.   Wrapped only in a fluffy towel, Eidolon tried to get Dew dressed, but his body had given up and just wanted under the covers.  Eidolon helped him, pulling the covers up, tucking him in, brushing his hair from his face.  When he went to move off the bed, Dew grabbed his wrist, his eyes shooting open in panic.

“Stay?”

Eidolon could have sworn he heard a please as well, but was already moving to the otherside of the bed, to join Dew under the covers.  When he settled into the bed, Dew grabbed his hand holding it close to his side.  Eidolon watched as sleep finally overtook him, watching and protecting him from whatever evil he could, even if it was just for a few hours.

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Dew slept, and in his sleep reliving memories of better times.

After his and Rain’s perfect nights by the seaside marina, they found themselves back in the middle of the tour.  Stealing moments where they could.  The following night after being back, before the next ritual, Dew watched Rain from a darkened corner off to the side of the stage bobbing his head to the first of two opening acts. They had a good hour, maybe an hour and a half before they needed to change and get ready for stage time.  Dew smiled at him as he talked to Swiss and tapped the beat on his jeans, something Swiss said made him smile.  He wondered what he said, he wished he was holding his hand, enjoying their new found normal.

Dew quickly pulled his phone from his pocket, texting him with a small smile gracing his lips.

Otter: I wish I could run my fingers through your hair right now.  It looks even softer in the stage lights.

Rain felt the vibration and pulled his phone from his pocket, opening up the message.  Reading the chat, Dew could see his chest rise in sharp inhalation, looking around trying to find where Dew was, when he couldn’t he texted back.

Selkie: Where are you?  

Otter: Find me?

Rain didn’t notice that Swiss had slipped away to find his own amusement, Rain didn’t care.

Otter: Run your fingers through your hair, let me see how soft it is?

Rain smiled, doing as he was instructed, maybe also dragging his fingers down his throat, as he continued to look for Dew.

Otter: Fuck, baby.

Selkie: If you told me where you are, you could be doing this.

Otter: But, I want to watch you experience the pleasure of how beautiful you are.

Selkie:  Dew…

Otter:  You aren’t even trying to find me. 

Rain disappeared further from the side of the stage into the shadows, trying to seek where Dew was standing.  Stumbling in the dark, tripping over the cords and empty containers.  As he got further in the recesses, he could barely see anything; it was so dark.  Normally the stagehands used flashlights back this far if they had an emergency to locate something, trying to not use lights in this area while acts were in the middle of their sets.  Rain didn’t want to use the flashlight on his phone either, trying to not bring attention to their hopeful trist.

His phone lit up again as a new message was sent through.

Otter:  You're so warm, hot even.  What is taking you so long?

Rain growled, like he was trying to not find him.  He moved a few more steps, still not finding Dew.  

Selkie:  Dew, please, need you.  

Otter: Please?  

Selkie:  I will be happy to beg, if you help me find you.

Dew moved silently from his spot a few feet away, shadowing Rain’s body, as his warm breath played along his neck.

“You’ll beg?  This can be arranged.”  

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[fangs-4-fags]

remembering the time i drunkenly told a stranger i was a trans man and he started going off about alpha sigma and beta males and how each one was equally important no matter what anyone says and that i shouldn't feel pressured to be a strong alpha male because emotionally intelligent beta males were just as important

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Okay, but hear me out -- what if his parents weren't usually red and blue?

[julnites]

Red riding hood comic collab with the wonderful @yeehawpim (go check out their blog for loads of great comics!) 🌷 See the layouts he did here!

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[azuneekun]

did this rat just call me a dumbass in my own native language

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[cryptocism]

that half-blank, half-apocalyptic look

"i can b ur angle or yuor devil" etc etc "get a man who can do both" etc etc

obsessed with this vamp i think he should get to do whatever he wants forever

[post-grammatic-stress]

If you've ever told a person who's had to be bedbound for a period of time that you wish you could "just stay in bed", DO IT.

Stay in bed. For days. But don't get up if someone needs you to, or you get bored, or you get antsy. Don't do anything other than rest. Just lie in your bed, whether you need to get stuff done around the house or socialize or anything else "productive". You'll have to cancel on people, you'll disappoint them, they won't understand.

And if you're thinking, "well, i CAN'T just be in bed. There's stuff that has to be done - I have plans", maybe ask yourself why you assumed a disabled person doesn't have plans or things to do or desires.

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[arsenicpanda]

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S (2023)

[hansoeii]

this one's for you, edwin paine

[theproblemsofdonhi]

Big Luffy finds a weird looking cat.