#mentions of blood

[starlight-library]

IOU | OP81

pairing: ghostface!oscar x ghostface!reader

summary: reader & oscar are best friends but reader would love to get a shot with ghostface. what they don’t know is that their chances are closer than they think…

warnings: [DARK THEMES USED & SMUT] slightly descriptive murder, mention of stalking stalking, mention of blood, breath play, public sex, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping, dom!oscar, sub!reader, degradation, hair pulling (if you squint??), face fucking, deep throating

a/n: once again, dark themes used! please read the warnings above!!! i answered a asked on my main here and decided to make a oneshot of it (yes i quote J's ask cause it was too good). tbh didn't even plan for a plot but here we are! I know my answer and this are vastly different...i don't wanna talk about it. also ghostface!oscar series belongs to @piastrification so homie this one is for YOU!! Also happy belated Valentines day omg. Hope you enjoy 🫶🏽

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This week has started out to be one of the worst weeks you’ve had in a very long time. Monday started off with your car breaking down on the way to campus and you completely missed your first class. When you got to campus an irritated Oscar was waiting asking why the hell you didn’t call him. “Even though I was in class, I would’ve left and gotten you,” he told you. You weren’t in the mood to argue so you just apologized and told him you’d call him next time which seemed to ease his irritation slightly. Seemed he also had a pretty shitty Monday.

Tuesday brought your shitty manager everyone hates at your job to end a relatively quiet day. It was the typical bullshit but still didn’t mean you had to enjoy it. You spent the whole drive home on the phone with Oscar screaming your head off about all the things your manager had done. The micro-managing of your work, the snarky remarks, the extra work so he can just fuck off in the back, god you could not stand this manager at all. Oscar listened like he always did. “You don’t deserve that,” you could hear the frown in his voice, “honestly he shouldn’t even be a manager. I could take care of him for you.” You laughed. You thanked Oscar for the offer but you had already decided that your manager would be your next victim. It would be tricky considering everyone in the store knew how much you two despised each other but it would get done.

You ended up with a stomach bug on Wednesday. You woke up around four in the morning with a jump and just made it to the bathroom before you got sick. You stayed in there for a good hour before there was nothing left in your system and you dragged yourself back to bed. You somehow coherently managed to message your professors you’d be missing class due to illness and texted Oscar that you’d be out sick today before promptly falling asleep. You woke to a knock on your front door and dragged yourself out of bed. You made a face seeing Oscar standing outside with a bag. “What are you doing?” You ask.

“Taking care of you. Can I come in?”

“What if you catch it? What about classes?”

You watch Oscar simply pull a KN95 mask out of his pocket. You narrowed your eyes as he slipped it on. You didn’t need to see his face to see the cheeky smile he was giving. His eyes twinkled slightly with humor as he gently turned you around and guided you back inside your place as he listed the things he brought over and how he can afford missing one day to make sure you eat and rest, a habit you tend to struggle with. He really was a good best friend.

Thursday is really when you hit your limit. Arriving on campus you and Oscar head to class though neither of you really paid attention. You two spent most of the time texting each other even though you guys were sitting right next to each other. When class ended the two of you headed to the closest campus cafeteria before parting ways. You got on the line to grab the food while Oscar secured you two seats since it was roughly lunch time and everyone would be out and about.

Carrying the two to-go containers after paying you make your way to the back left corner. It’s usually where you and Oscar sat and enjoyed just people watching and gossiping about other students but you slowed your walking. Oscar was looking up at someone. Fucking Brittany. One of the sororities girls. Sorority president actually. Brittany was in a nice blouse, a skirt, some fucking heeled boots. Her blonde hair was thrown up into a messy bun and she was leaning forward slightly while smiling wide at Oscar.

Jealousy hit you like a truck. You grip the to-go containers tighter while standing frozen in your spot watching them. You wanted to march over and tell her to fuck off. Grab your stupid bun and slam her head into the table until she’s bleeding out. Or maybe take the plastic forks that rested on top of the to-go containers and gauge her eyes out for having the audacity to even look at Oscar. Alas, you refrained from it all. Instead you just tilted your chin up and made your way over with a tight smile. “I’m back!” You announce to Oscar. The both turn to face you and Oscar visibly relaxes slightly but Brittany is giving you a once over clearly unimpressed. You turn and blink, feigning surprise. “Oh! Brittany. Hi,” you keep your tone light and friendly, “what brings you here?”

“Oh, I was just talking to Oscar,” Brittany smiles, “we’re partners for our history project.” You could give two shits less what it was as you spy Brittany’s hand moving to Oscar’s upper arm and resting there with ease. Something so subtle but could come off as flirty and you wanted to cut her hand off. How dare she think she can touch Oscar like that? “…and wanted to see if he wanted to come to the frat party Saturday night,” she concludes.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet of you. Can he bring a plus one?” You ask putting the containers down, sliding one over to Oscar.

“If he wants…” Brittany glances at Oscar with a smile then back at you, “but we need to know to make sure they’re on the list. Even then…it depends on the mood if everyone gets in.”

“Then it seems kinda stupid for a list, don’t you think so?” Oscar asks finally. Brittany laughs. It wasn’t even that funny. You realize now that she’s flirting with Oscar. Well. This just won’t do. Not like you care anyway. Oscar is your best friend. Sure you love him but it’s platonic -or so you tell yourself- so it shouldn’t bother you but it does. It does bother you because Brittany was the queen heartbreaker. She used guys until she got bored. Until they got attached and couldn’t offer anything else after giving her everything. You were not about to have Oscar be a pawn in her fucking game. You had missed the remark Brittany gave as you sat down, your heart pounding in your ears.

“…let me know!” Brittany calls out as she’s already walking away.

“Ugh. As if,” Oscar murmurs and turns his attention to you. “Hey,” he starts softly. Bring your gaze to him and you blink, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage a smile, “I’m fine. Did you see the shoes she was wearing?” You ask to divert the subject as now you might have something fun to do this weekend.

* * *

Personally, you never understood the hype of sororities and managed to curb every single one who tried to recruit you. It was just a bunch of girls with money and tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a cult but it most certainly was if you got in. Moving into the house, what they expected you to wear, how to act in public, who can and cannot date, for fuck sakes they monitored your social media post and if they didn’t approve of something you posted they would either make you take it down or probably kick you out. You much preferred your freedom over dealing with that bullshit.

Luck had shined down on you when you heard some of the girls mention Brittany couldn’t go to the bar tonight because she was under the weather and just ‘had to get better for tomorrow in case her special guest came’. It was a miracle that you didn’t march over here and slaughter Brittany right then and there but you bide your time. You had to be careful.

Now, slipping the mask on, you give it a five minutes after everyone else leaves before slipping through the back door. Standing quietly, you listen to the water running and slowly making your way through the house. Climbing the stairs you follow the noise until you’re outside the bathroom. You hear Brittany singing and you silently open the door. Steam hits your face and it takes everything not to cough from the sudden heat. Stepping in you watch Brittany’s silhouette run her fingers through her hair. Gripping the hilt of your knife, you inch forward. When Brittany turns you stab the knife through the shower curtain and straight in her heart. Twisting, you step forward until Brittany is pinned against the wall as she weakly has a hold of your wrist trying to pull the knife out her screams being drowned out by the shower and her choking on her own blood. You pull out before stabbing again to ensure that there was no chance she would be able to survive. When her attempts falter, you pull the knife out. Cleaning the knife off, you slip out of the house the way you came smirking knowing the rest of them wouldn’t have hot water for a long time.

Carefully you pack everything into your backpack you left in the woods by the house before securely zipping it. Slinging a strap over your shoulder, you start to head back to your apartment. You emerge from the treeline right into an alleyway and into town which is bustling with college kids. Perks of living in a college town. You just turn left and make your way back to your apartment which is a bit further uptown and you notice as the people start to thin out.

You feel eyes burning into the back of your skull. Turning your head over your shoulder, you stop. At the end of the block you see a figure in all black and an identical mask standing there. Normal people would do anything but stare. Call out to the figure, turn away and walk, call the police, something except just stand there silently and face off with this killer. Copycat killer that is. You suppose you’d have fans, sick and twisted probably, but you didn’t expect you’d end up creating a copycat killer. Not that you minded, actually the gesture touched you actually. People had been too stupid to realize it was a copycat but not you.

After all, their first kill happened to be one of your best friends you recently dropped.

You can’t even remember why but you arrived to apologize and found her body on the floor, throat cut. It was a bit messy. The cut wasn’t as clean as you would’ve expected and there was blood everywhere. Even on the poor bitch’s hands. Then you realize that there’s a few stab wounds. Seemed she put up a fight before whoever did it got the kill. Then someone clears their throat and you raise your gaze.

There you saw him.

An identical ghostface mask, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Personally you preferred boots but to each their own. As much as some little sane part in your head told you to stop judging this person’s choice in shoes and run, you stood there staring because god he was so *distracting*. Honestly, the tight fit long sleeve should be illegal for killers to wear. It clung to him defining each curve of his muscle and you couldn’t help but get turned on because well–they’re a well fit masked killer.

“Did you do this?”

The killer nodded. Silence fell upon the two of you before you finally asked, “why?”

“...Why?” The voice asked. A shiver ran down your spine hearing the low murmur. A voice modulator just like you. Smart and well fit? Shit, “that’s all you can ask? Why? Aren’t you supposed to be running and screaming?”

“Well I find that a bit stupid,” you retort, “you’re right here. Masked or not, you're taller. You have length compared to my short legs. I might have you in agility and you’re a bit messy with your killing. Shaky in the hands.” You tilt your head to the masked figure with a small smirk. You watch the figure tighten his grip on the hilt of the knife before he’s in front of you in about four steps. You gasp as your head is yanked back by your hair, knife against your throat.

“Are you asking to be killed right now?”

“I mean you gonna fuck me before you kill me?”

Ghostface reels their head back slightly. Stupidly, they loosen their grip from the shock. Taking your chance, you grab the first with the knife and twist it away from you. They shout out in pain as you get your hair free and release their wrist before kicking the figure harshly in the stomach. You step on the figure’s chest a bit harshly. Smirking down at him, “expect the unexpected sweetheart. But you never answered me. Why?”

You can hear something faintly. You cannot believe this guy is mumbling. Leaning down slightly, you turn your ear, “I can’t hear you,” you tease.

“I did it for you.”

Now you’re stunned. You lean back slightly, hand over your heart. You don’t dare move though. You expect it to be some sick joke but the laughter never came. You bite your bottom lip having half the mind to suck him off right then and there. You stay strong though. Instead, you move to stand over the figure and bend down and hook a finger under his mask. His hand flies to your wrist and you laugh.

“I’m not gonna take your mask off,” you explain, “Trust me. Right now I am getting extremely horny and I don’t think I can handle you being ugly under the mask. Would just completely kill the mood.” You laugh hearing the figure let out an offended noise, “but aren’t you sweet,” you tilt your finger up and the figure follows, lifting his chin, “don’t be a stranger, yeah? Now, you should get off so I can feign the heartbroken emotional ex- best friend.”

Ghostface is in front of you now. He’s got your chin between his thumb and finger staring down at you and you blink as you come out of your memory. He’s close and you can hear his soft breathing which forces your own breath to hitch. You curl and uncurl your fingers and you hear a small huff behind the mask accompanied by a smirk you assume. “My,” he murmurs softly, “what do we have here. You shouldn’t be walking alone at night like this little one. You never know what lurks in the dark.”

You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. Pressing your thighs together you try so hard to stop the heat that’s starting to spread through your body. You should not be getting this turned on but how could you not? You had a copycat killer who kept killing people that you had issues with somehow and someway. “I–” You start, biting your bottom lip trying to find the words but you’re cut off with a chuckle.

“You’re so worked up for me. I can see it in the clench of your legs, the flush on your cheeks, the way your pupils dilate and the way you bite your lip for me. You don’t even know who I am. I could be a total stranger, who followed you home one night and just never stopped, but I could also be your best friend, that you’ve known for years, who you think you know like the back of your hand. You don’t even know. But I know one thing for certain though- I’m sure your panties, if you’re even fucking wearing any, are already soaked.”

You hate the fact he’s right. Your breathing slightly heavy as your eyes widen as you listen. Shifting, you clench your thighs even tighter as one of your hands slips between your thighs slightly. You can’t see his eyes but you can feel his stare bruning into yours and you actually look away. This hasn’t happened before.

“Look. At. Me.”

Your eyes snap back and your mouth hangs open slightly. You can feel how wet you are every time you shift and by god do you need something here. “What do you want, love?”

“I would very much like to take you up on that offer and suck you off,” you nod your head in the direction of the alleyway.

“Excited, aren’t we?”

“We’ve been at this for months of fucking course I’m excited.”

He grips your jaw tightly, “I’d watch that tone if I were you. I can happily just walk away and leave you here alone.” Your eyes travel downwards and spy his half hard bulge against his jeans and then back up, “I can handle myself and sleep much more satisfied than you probably would with your fingers,” leaning close to your ear, “but I’d be a fool to leave you so desperate without giving you a taste.” Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head but he lets go of your jaw and spins you around, smacking your ass. You startled with a yelp before quickly scurrying to the alleyway.

Any sane person, seeing the alleyway lead to the woods, probably would have taken the chance to run but not you. You were so desperate to finally fuck this copy cat that you spun around as he rounded the corner. You gasped as your back slams against the brick wall feeling pain through your shoulder for only a brief moment as your hands fly to Ghostface’s wrist as he holds you there by your throat. Oddly enough your calm even though he could easily choke you as your breathing becomes a bit more jaded. Lifting his mask slightly you stare at the slightly chapped but pink lips as you drop your bag. They look so familiar, why?

You can’t really think longer on it as he moves his hand up to your jaw tightly and his lips are on your neck as you gasp for air. He wedges his knee between your legs and immediately you roll your hips whining loudly. You let your eyes drift close as the figure litters your neck in kisses along with marks. You let the figure tilt your head so he can litter the otherside in matching marks. Your nails dig into his wrist earning a hiss against your neck. When he pulls back your eyes stare at his lips and you’re so tempted for a taste. You find yourself starting to lean in before he’s pushing you onto your knees. Blinking, you're now eye level with his obvious bulge and glance up at him fixing his mask.

Dropping your gaze, your hands get straight to work. Undoing his jeans you pull the zipper down before pulling his pants down just enough. You hold your breath seeing the outline of his cock because oh it looks so much bigger than you’ve had which…was very few. There was only one way to really find the truth. You let your fingers dance across the waistband of his boxers before you tug, cock basically popping free. You lean back with wide eyes because it is bigger than you’ve had. It’s actually the biggest you’ve ever had. The length was maybe just an inch or two over average which was impressive enough but it was the girth that really made your mouth water and the precum leaking out just makes you drool.

Gently wrapping a hand around his cock, the figure’s breath hitches as he bucks his hip. You give a few experimental tugs not really for a reaction but more so to get a feel of him in your hand. Big. Girthy. Heavy. God, how pent up was he? You feel fingers through your head as you continue to cautiously jerk him off before licking the tip. The reaction pulled out of the figure was a low satisfied groan and it encourages you to take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before sucking, alternating between the two before you finally you’re ready.

If you had known how big he was you would’ve been a bit more…prepared. You weren’t naive enough to think you could take all of him down your throat. God no. Maybe with some training and patience later if the figure would let you but you didn’t have either of those things or really time on your side. Still, you had to make sure to keep the figures interested in you- even if he’s killed for you already. Better safe than sorry, right?

Hollowing your cheeks out and flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock, you start to suck him off. Bobbing your head you can’t help but feel a bit of a rush go to your head as the figure above lets out another loud ground. You glance up to see the figure’s neck as his head is tilted back. You're absolutely drenched watching him and find yourself slipping a hand into your own pants and moan around him as you rub your clit. That catches his attention as his head snaps down to look at you.

“Naughty girl. You’re so turned on from sucking me off that you have to touch yourself?” It earns a strangled whine, “such a pathetic slut.”

You can’t help but moan at that. “Wow. You are so fucking pathetic it’s adorable.” The figure coos and grips your hair to stop you. Shifting, he puts one foot in front of you and smirks, “here why don’t you just hump my leg while you’re at it.” He taunts.

Funny enough you’ll take him up on that. The moment he frees your head you go back to bobbing your head on his cock humming in delight as you hug his leg, settling on his foot and grind your hips down. If your lips weren’t so occupied at the moment you would smirk at the shocked reaction you pull from the figure but you’re lost in your own world. The stretch of your jaw combined with the already dull ache lulls you into a peaceful trance. You completely ignore the spit that’s starting to wet your chin.

You feel the figure’s other hand gently grab your jaw trapping you in place suddenly. You stared up with doe eyes as the figure fucked your face before you felt him hit the back of your throat. You gagged and your hands flew to his thighs for some stability as he repeated the action. “So fucking good. Taking my cock,” the figure grunts out and tears prick your eyes when he stops moving and you gag because he’s so far down your throat. He pulls off just enough for you to gasp and get some air before he’s back in your mouth and fucking your face again. You’re prepared for it this time as you relax your throat and gag less.

Having lulled yourself into such a peaceful you nearly let your eyes slip close. Sliding your hands down, you wrap your arms around Ghostface’s leg as you continue to fuck yourself against his foot while he fucked your mouth. You ended up tuning everything else out except him and listening to him ramble was going to get you off alone. ‘Such a gorgeous cock drunk whore’, ‘you look so pathetic humping my leg while you let me fuck your mouth it should be illegal’, and ‘you’d look so beautiful being my personal cock drunk slut’. It’s the one you made out between all the groans and moans and curses. You felt his tug at your hair as a warning and you finally opened your eyes.

“Fuck–shit–I’m gonna–” He groaned but doesn’t stop his thrusting. He does the opposite as he picks the pace up. That’s all the encouragement you needed. You find your hips onto his foot even harder and faster as you. You feel the familiar coil in your abdomen and you’re trying so hard to reach it. He snaps his hips forward and forces himself down your throat. Your eyes go wide and you gag, choking on his cock as he spills into your throat. You hit his thighs and try to focus on breathing through your nose but even still the rough face fucking before forced deep throating was enough to send you over the edge. You groan and whine as you continue to hump his foot before he pulls you off his cock and slips his foot out from under you.

Sitting there, you gasp for air as your chest heaves. You look up at Ghostface and lick your lips slowly as you debate if you wanna turn over and let him fuck you right now. He would. For sure…probably and he taste good to. But that would be giving too much. You were the original after all. Finding your footing, you stand up and slide your pants down. There’s a choked sound from Ghostface and you glance over at the figure looking away.

“Seriously?” You raise a brow and giggle, “you just fucked my face but you get all bashful about seeing me in my panties.”

“I–well. I mean. No–” This one sucked at lying. Rolling your eyes, you look away as you take your pants off before sliding your panties off. “What are…” Ghostface’s voice trails off as you stuff your soiled panties into his front jeans pocket. “Consider it an IOU,” you say as you hurriedly put your pants back on. You’re grabbing your bag before the figure gets a chance, “this was fun but I have to run. My friend is coming over for a movie night and he’ll be pissed if I’m not there,” you sigh dreamily at the end of the alleyway, “he’s so caring like that. Anyway, bye!” You say before you’re slinging your back over as you take off. You get home and quickly change into some pajama panties (with new panties) and a sweatshirt before finding yourself settled on the couch while flipping through for a movie.

Hearing keys jingle you look up, you smile at your best friend walking in. You two are so close that he has his own copy. Oscar’s in a baggy grey hoodie with some black jeans on as he takes his shoes off before making his way to the back of the couch. He smiles slightly at you and offers dinner but you decline. As he turns for the kitchen, you spy something hanging out of Oscar’s pocket. It looks like a fabric of some sorts. Watching him in the kitchen, you decide to get some water. Quietly getting off the couch you stand in the doorway. Oscar continues to cook himself dinner and you wait until he’s focused on whatever is in the pan to strike. Passing behind him, your eyes drop down and your breathing stops. Black lacy panties with red roses on them. You look up at Oscar who’s glancing at you over his shoulder. His gaze follows yours and he smirks.

“Can I cash that IOU now, darling?”

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I Can't Lose You-Part 2

Warnings: Ok...Cursing, pain,(IF YOU WANT IT TO BE KEPT A SURPRISE QUICK SHIELD YOUR EYES!!),medical emergency, Emergency medical procedures, mentions of blood, anger outburts, a lot of pain, DID I MENTION PAIN?!, mentions of panic attacks I believe.

Pairing: BangchanxReader

Characters: All of the Stray Kids, Reader

A/N: Stay family y'all came in droves, I've had so much fun writing for SKZ so far and whatever you guys want to see, send it in an ask and I'll see when I can get to it, if the muses allow. There will be a Stray Kids Masterlist soon. I would always appreciate any feedback! And if you like Supernatural as well here's my masterlist!

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Where we left off:

“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.”.

NOW:

Changbin's blood was boiling and yet he felt like collapsing. His lip twitched as he yelled, “You promised you’d protect her! That you’d do NOTHING to hurt her!”

Felix stared at Changbin. He has never seen him like this. He could see the conflict. Stuck between the need to comfort and protect you and the want and need to beat the pulp out of Chris.

He continued, his voice cracking,his brow knitted and lips twitching as he said, “ I told you that I love her, that you better take care of her. And you said that you’d NEVER hurt her.” His anger was winning as he shouted, “You didn’t just hurt her, you DESTROYED HER and ALL CHANCES of that child having a life where their mom & dad are still together!” 

He couldn’t decide whether to say it gently or smack him with the truth as he saw the honest ramifications of his friend’s actions. He chose the latter, “And let’s be honest, Chan. That’s if the baby makes it through this! With the amount of pain that Y/N/N feels right now. Not to mention that she put in months upon months of work planning YOUR anniversary celebration only to be stood up. Only to come home to see HER HUSBAND & HER BEST FRIEND in the bed that she sleeps in every night, having sex & talking about how INADEQUATE she is!”

Chan picked up the sonogram and said “I’ve got to fix this.”

Bin huffed, “There’s no fixing this Chris. She doesn’t tolerate assholes like you. You cheated and threw everything away! Now, I am going to take her to a hospital to check on the baby, YOU are going to stay the FUCK away from her! Is that clear?!”

While Bin was chewing Chris out, Han was packing everything he could think of. He had a feeling but he couldn’t put a name to it. Being the youngest in his family, he never really knew what being protective felt like. For some reason, from the second you came stumbling out of that room, he only had one objective, keep you safe. The drive to protect you so instinctual it wasn’t even a thought in his brain as much as it was an impulse.

Maybe it was that you both think so similarly. You had met the boys because of a photoshoot in New York. You were a photographer that was hired to do some promotional shots of them in the bustling Times Square. 

Han had a panic attack due to the massive amount of people and you took him aside and grounded him, got him to calm down and breathe. He didn’t know at the time but you yourself have extreme social anxiety and anxiety overall. That was when you and Han exchanged numbers. “Rain or shine, I’m here for you always,” you told him after the shoot was done. 

That was when Han told Chris why he was even able to complete the shoot and Chris really liked your shots, so he got your number as well. That eventually led to the boys begging you to become their personal photographer full time. Then you moved to South Korea to work with them, because taking a plane every few weeks was just too much.

Han was wondering how such a beautiful beginning ended up like this. How something so horrible could happen to someone so rare, talented, and sweet. When he was done packing, he ran to the car with 3 overnight bags, yours, Han’s, and Bin’s. He knows that they aren’t coming back for a while, knowing that you’ll need support more than anything. 

Not to mention Han can’t even look at Chan right now. Too many questions race through his head, but one look at you and all of it disappears, his Noona needs him. His niece or nephew needs him. That’s what matters.

Han told Innah to go back inside and tell Bin that you’re ready to go.

Bin shoved Chan out of the way and left the house. He was expecting you to be in the front seat but you were actually in the back with Hannie. You were crying on his shoulder as he tried to talk you through your deep breathing exercises. When you finally made it to the hospital, you were terrified.

You had tried to stay as calm as possible for the baby but seeing what you saw, realizing what he did & what you gave up for him. Then the reality of him doing this… and saying those things about you, it was all too much. 

Now that you were registered, Han and Bin had time to register the heartbreak they felt for you. They were completely in the dark about all of it. Probably because they would’ve beaten the crap out of Chan for even contemplating doing that to you, let alone following through with it. You are so sweet, kind, beautiful, and intelligent, all the members admired you so much. So, to see Chris doing this. It’s no wonder why they were seeing red right now. 

But they needed to put that anger aside and check on the baby and yourself. The wait was nerve-racking, especially at almost 2 hours staring at a clock and waiting. 

Bin only had time to think, and think he did. He couldn’t stop thinking about how unfair it was for you, how he would’ve never dreamed of cheating on you. He would’ve spoiled you and made love to you every single day. He would’ve cried and spun you around seeing that positive pregnancy test. It made his heart hurt at the fact that you didn’t experience that.

His anger was quickly replaced with regret. He regretted not telling you his feelings. He regretted letting Chan anywhere near you. He also regretted the pang of hope in his heart at the possibility of having a chance with you. Thinking momentarily that it was wrong to even hope that you don’t reconcile, afterall you’re married, why put such negative thoughts into the universe, let alone feel hope at that thought? It was something he couldn’t help.

If anything, in his mind, he’d love to raise this baby with you and that truly scared him. Even more than the possibility of Chan fixing things. That meant that he was ready to sacrifice everything for you. And if he were to be honest with himself, he would’ve recognized that’s always been the case. 

Meanwhile, Chan had been blowing up Han and Bin’s phones non-stop, wanting updates, if his wife and child were okay. Are there any signs of stress? It got to a point that Bin excused himself just to personally tell him to fuck off. 

“What do you want?” Bin snapped.

“I want to know how my wife and child are.” Chan sounded terrified, but Bin couldn't care less, after all, it was his fault any of this happened. As a matter of fact, it only made his anger worse. Hearing him say, my wife and child. Like you were something to be owned. 

“You lost the privilege of calling her that, Chris.”

“I made a mistake, Bin. A mistake that I want to take back so please tell me where she is.” Bin could feel the anger rolling off of himself. This isn’t a mistake. A mistake is leaving the oven on, or forgetting your wallet at home. 

There are so many steps before having sex, the courting, taking every layer of clothing off. At the very least when going out 5 pieces of clothing need to come off. That’s just on him, not to mention she still has to undress. Then there’s getting into the bed,the foreplay, the kissing, the teasing, prepping her, then you have to get over her. All of this is before penetration is even in the mix. 

All of these chances to stop, look at a photo of his gorgeous wife and realize that everything Chris could possibly want, he already has. All of this is racing in Bin’s head as his blood continues to boil.

“We are still trying to calm her down and you think that I am going to let you anywhere near her? You’re out of your fucking mind.” Bin spat at him. “Every time you call, she starts to sob, you know why? Because she knows that the person she trusted, that she loved, that very same person is the same one that degraded, disrespected, and destroyed not only her but her child’s life. He also won’t get the FUCKING HINT that she needs to focus on HERSELF and HER CHILD! You are only making it worse.” 

Bin’s voice was so loud that every time the doors separating himself from you were even slightly ajar, you could hear Bin chewing Chan out.

“Bin, you have every right to be angry…” It was then that Bin could hear the phone being snatched and Minho was on the other end.

“We told him NOT TO CALL AND TO LEAVE HER ALONE! Two simple instructions Chan! You’re only going to stress her out more! You’ve done enough! Hey Changbin-ah, sorry. I’m going to call you on my phone and I’m taking his phone away now.”

“Thank you,” it was all he could say. At least he was getting some form of reprimand, given Bin would’ve loved to beat the crap out of him. But his thought was that Chris being verbally chewed out would have to do for now. 

A few seconds later Bin’s phone rang, “Hey”.

“Hey, how’re you doing?” Minho asked, “And Hannie?”

Bin’s face fell as he looked back at the equivalent of his younger brother being so strong for you. 

“We are holding on. It’s hard not to cry with her, hyung.” Bin exhaled as he paced.

“Chan shut the fuck up! You’re the whole reason why she’s in this mess so shut it and sit down!” he heard Minho barking at Chan.

At that point, Bin heard a blood-chilling scream, and he shouted your name. When he busted through the doors he found you gripping your stomach. Your gray sweatpants now taking a bright red hue. 

“Bin? Changbin-ah!” he heard Minho but he couldn’t answer. His body was on autopilot as he ran to you.

You screamed for him, “Binnie..no no!” He handed the phone to Han as he started to yell for help. 

You held onto his hand as if he was your lifeline. It felt like something was ripping apart your insides, worse than any period that you have ever had.

Han put his ear to the phone once he registered that Minho was screaming on the other end of the line, “Minho.” Han was near tears. He knew exactly what this meant.

“Hannie what’s happening?” the alert in Minho’s voice was haunting. Somewhere in his mind he was hoping to hear “False alarm, everything’s fine!” What he actually heard gave him goosebumps as his heart dropped.

“I’ve gotta go.” That was all Han said as he hung up and went to you. 

“Hannie! No, no the baby Hannie.” She clutched onto him, praying, begging. Meanwhile, Bin tried to get help. She kept staring at her lap and Han tilted her head up.

“Focus on me, Y/N look at me, okay, keep breathing.” Han kept his voice even as he took his jacket off and put it on your lap, to block your view. “You just need to look at me and breathe.”

You clutched your stomach harder as you heard Bin arguing with the staff and the only thing Han heard was “Please wait.”

Han is not confrontational, but seeing you like this, he screamed “We can’t wait, she's bleeding and pregnant!” Han checked under the jacket, what was a patch of red was now dominating the gray… something was wrong. He looked at your face to find the color draining. He screamed to Bin, “Bin she’s bleeding out!”

Changbin ran to you and looked. He immediately asked you if you could walk. The minute you shook your head he gave Han the jacket and scooped you up. Now that he picked you up he noticed that you lost all rigidity in your body, you couldn’t even wrap your arms around his neck. When he looked down at you, your eyelids were fluttering as your free arm dangled.

Before this, he thought he knew what fear was… the sense of dread that filled him as he held you, that was fear. It felt as if he was the only person in the world who knew that the world was going to end. His world was going to end if you… 

“Han get the door,” Bin ordered as he walked to the door that led to the patient beds, nurses, and doctors. As soon as the door opened Bin went through.

Bin shouted as loud as he could, “I have a pregnant woman that’s bleeding out. Can we get some help here?!”

Immediately 3 nurses rushed to Bin and led him to a bed. “Y/N stay awake c’mon stay up,” He kept trying to keep you up the entire way to the gurney.

He didn’t notice it but blood was being trailed behind him. The only one who seemingly noticed was Han. 

As soon as Bin laid you on the gurney the nurses immediately started cutting off your pants while a doctor asked for a summation of what happened, your name, and anything else Han or Bin may have known.  

Bin immediately gave the doctor any information that he could find useful. You held onto Han and Bin with whatever strength you had. The nurses asked Han to move so they could get an IV in and he repositioned himself at your head to pet your hair back. The doctor draped a privacy sheet over your legs so that you could feel a little more comfortable. 

A few seconds into the exam the doctor yelled “Get anesthesia down here now! We need an epidural.” He looked at one of the nurses and said, “Prep for a D&C”. Then he said, “Get a vial for blood type testing and rush it, a transfusion set ready, IV open wide,” to everyone else in the room, the nurses rushed around them and the doctor said, “Ok Y/N can you hear me?”

You nodded, then screamed as your body involuntarily bore down. 

Both Han and Bin tried to comfort you as much as they could.

The doctor said, “There is going to be a lot going on here in a few minutes okay? You’re going to get a nerve block because what’s going to happen is going to be uncomfortable.”

You looked at Bin and Han and begged them to stay. Both of them looked at the doctor and said that whatever was happening, they weren't leaving. The doctor could see that you really needed them and as long as they were not in the way, it didn’t matter whether they were here or not. 

After the nerve block and the procedure, the doctor cleaned you up and draped a warm blanket over you, while the nurses hooked up a transfusion and closely monitored you. The doctor asked for Bin in the hall while Han went right back to your hand without the IV in it, so he could hold it properly.

Bin tried to ignore it during the procedure but the look that the doctor had on his face when he was doing the preliminary exam was haunting. Whatever he was called out here for… it wasn’t good.

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[mirrology]

— Training Wheels .ᐟ ʚɞ

୨୧ "Training wheels are a set of additional wheels attached to the rear wheel of a bicycle, effectively turning it into a tricycle as beginners learn to ride independently."

Ft. Yanqing, gender neutral reader, mentions of jing yuan. wc: 1067

Content: child reader, reader is 10, reader falls from their bike, reader is implied to be wearing shorts, father jing yuan, big brother yanqing helps bandage reader!! mentions of blood. / You are learning how to ride a bike, then you fall and scrape both your face, knee and arms. So, you run to your big brother for help.

A/n: i need me more brother yanqing fics!! ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡), gēge means elder brother in a casual setting.

You took a deep breath in, building up courage once more to get on your bike that now had its training wheels taken off. You've had many instances where you were unsuccessful in properly maneuvering your bike into not crashing into a pole, or essentially (and accidentally) crashing into an ignorant pedestrian.

Your father — Jing Yuan, alongside your older brother Yanqing had been helping you in hopes that you would successfully be able to ride the pedal-driven vehicle.

Your dad had given it to you for your recent 10th birthday, ecstatic as you were, you quickly figured out that you needed those two tiny wheels beside your rear one to actually ride said bike. And so, the journey of learning how to ride a bicycle started.

Sighing, you finally got the courage to mount your bike and got into a starting position, while also holding onto a near wall for support. Putting your left foot on its respective pedal, you started slowly pedaling. Although wobbly, you were not immediately plummeting to the ground like the several other times. A big grin graced your face as you ecstatically pedaled faster, the wind brushing through your hair felt amazing. It was the first time that you managed to properly ride your bike without your brother or dad holding the back of your seat to stabilize you.

Whilst you were having the time of your life, you hadn't noticed the prominent rock on the sidewalk. The same sidewalk that you were on, and that rock was going to interrupt your feeling of freedom. The wheel collided with the rock and in an instant, you were leaning forward and falling off your bike.

Your hands shot out in front of you in hopes to catch yourself but fate had other plans for you. The impact had sprung you ahead, so unfortunately you landed face first and skid slightly forward. You felt the rough pavement underneath your skin and soon enough the burning feeling of pain spread through your skin as well.

Pulling yourself up from where you had landed, you felt something wet run down your forehead. You reached up a hand up, touched your forehead and retracted it again only to find the familiar color of blood staining your fingertips. Your eyes widened as you noticed your hand, it was scraped badly, dirt covering patches of your skin and red lines going down to your elbow as it also bled.

Tears welled up in your eyes, the pain finally catching up to you. "Ah..." you whimpered "ow! ow! it hurts!" you sputtered in pain whilst your tears ran down your cheeks and fell down onto your knee, which had also been torn open in the process. In a rush of desperation, you quickly stood up and ran to your and your family's shared house. Sprinting as fast as you could down the sidewalk, and eventually entering from the backside of the quaint home — right where the garden was located.

You ran past the gingko trees and extensive amounts of flowers and other interesting plants. as you got closer to the house by following the tiled path you could make out a familiar figure in the distance. "Gēge! Yanqing!" you shouted as you darted towards him while flailing your arms in a panic.

He had turned around right as he heard your rapid footsteps coming towards him, "Eh?" He muttered, quite clearly confused on why you were shouting. All of a sudden, you threw yourself into his arms and wrapped your arms around him, well as much as you could with your short arms.

Yanqing slightly jumped as he caught you in his embrace, he was about to ask you what was going on when he noticed your bleeding face, arm and knee. His mind immediately thought you were attacked but as he inspected the wounds a little more closely, he could tell they were scrapes. and really bad ones at that.

"(Name)!? What happened?!" Yanqing blurted out, he now, also, panicking from seeing the state you were in. You looked up at him with your teary eyes

"i- i fell from my bike"

You said quietly, your lips wobbling indicating that you were ready to cry once more.

"Oh, jeez..." Yanqing breathed out and quickly picked you up and brought you into the house. He sat you down on the couch and started to search for the first aid kit that they kept around. He crouched in front of you and brought out cotton and rubbing alcohol.

"Alright (Name), I'm going to disinfect your scrapes" He explained gently, but you could tell that he was nervous underneath. "Is it going to hurt?" You pouted, wearily eyeing the cotton ball in his hand, one that was covered in the rubbing alcohol. Yanqing sweat dropped "Well, yes but I will be quick, okay?" He said softly whilst gently grasping your hand in an attempt to comfort you.

"Mmm..." you thought about it briefly but then remembered what your dad had told you about what would happen if you didn't disinfect your wounds. He had used that to get you to agree to clean your cuts.

"okay!" you agreed, steeling yourself as you breathed in an attempt to calm yourself. Yanqing nodded as you gave him the greenlight to go ahead, just as the cotton had pressed against your scrapes you tensed and hissed quietly, more tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Yanqing lightly squeezed your smaller and in his, "It's okay (Name), Yanqing-gēge is here." The boy reassured you as he continued his actions swiftly, not wanting to cause you more pain.

When Yanqing was done with the cotton, he wrapped gauze around your knee and arms and a square bandage on your forehead. "there, all done!" He boasted, very proud of his work and he placed his hands on his hips.

Realizing you didn't feel the burning pain had subsided, you beamed and once again jumped into your brothers' arms. You buried your head in the crook of his neck "Thank you, Gēge!" you exclaimed. Yanqing smiled softly and hugged you back resting his cheek on top of your head.

You both stayed like that for a while then it got interrupted as you gasped dramatically.

"What's wrong?" Yanqing questioned as he raised his head from yours.

"I left my bike on the sidewalk!" You squeaked out.

"Oh, boy..."

[noraunor]

My little sunshine.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

๑ | Synopsis : angel dust hated everyone, including his parents. He hated them with burning passion but apart from you.. You were his delicate little flower and he'll do anything to his power to shield you from this sacred world.

๑ | Tw : angst, toxic household, toxic parents, mentions of death, mentions of blood, maggots will be mentioned, cursing, mentions of drugs.

His loss and ruin.

Anthony was never fond of his parents, two adults would always shoots him nasty words and called him names, he was the black sheep of the family.

He despised his family, well excluded from you, you were nothing but a delicate little flower that he could never bring himself to hate you, even though you came from the woman he hated. Don't get him wrong a little part of him still loves his parents, but the treatment they give him erases the love he feels from them and from their constant arguments.

But you, oh you.. So innocent, so precious. He wanted to protect you from everything. And so he did.

Anthony hugged your shaking small frame, your little hands gripping at his shirt as you buried your face into his chest, crying as you listened to the shouting outside of his room, Thuds and crashes echoed around the house.

" shhh.. Shhh 's ok toots, I got ya.. Anth is here with ya.. Shh.. " your older brother ushers you as he ran his fingers to your ( insert hair length) blonde locks.

Your body shook and flinched when a loud crash echoed outside of his door.

" a-anth.. " you cried more, gripping at his shirt like your life depends on it.

" 's ok sunshine.. It'll be ova' soon.. " he kissed your forehead as he hugged your smaller frame, also afraid of the quarrel just the other side of his door, his parents fights were never that violent, there fight right now is far worse than their previous fights.

Anthony pulled away from your figure as he looked at you with an assuring look " hey.. How a bout a little song? " he smiled as you sniffles and slowly nodded before curling once again to him.

Anthony smiled as he started patting your head softly.

" you are my sunshine.. " he started " my only sunshine.. " he pulled you closer to his chest , completely shielding your form from his door.

" you make me happy.. " he looked down at you, eyes were shut tightly closed, nose were scrunched and knitted brows with your little lips quivering, nose and eyes were already red from crying. " when skys are grey.. " he cupped your cheek with his hand and wiped the tears under your eye with his thumb as you slowly opened your eyes to look at him. His heart melted at those big doe eyes and your baby blue hues.

He smiled warmly as he wiped more of your tears, you already started to calm down, completely drawn to his voice.

" you'll never know dear, how much a love you. " your frown from earlier were already replaced with a peaceful smile, your eyes fluttering from sleepiness.

" so please.. Don't take my sunshine.. " he cuddled closer to you " away.. " he finishes his song.

" anth.. " you little voice called out.

" yes sunshine? " he hummed as he ran his fingers to your (hair length) locks. " please don't leave me.. " you whimpered. Anthony cracked a smile before kissing the top of your head.

" never plan on it sunshine. "

" promise? "

" promise, now close those pretty little eyes and go chase some sheep's. " you giggled at his words before curling closer to him. By now, your parents seems like left the house adding more to your serenity.

That's right, you're his delicate little flower, his sunshine, his only source of light. He'd do anything for you, fight anyone for you, you're his darling little sister, his little sunshine.

Growing up, the both of you were inseparable, well you both always have been.

The two of you ran away from your parents house when they started to get violent with the two of you, especially your father.

The two of you lived in the streets, stealing here and there in order to live. The two of you did everything together, you don't mind the fact the you no longer have a home and parents to have, atleast you have your older brother.

The both of you had each other's back.

You and Anthony currently staying in the woods away bit far from people for safety. And it wasn't that bad at all.

Anthony found a job, he was earning a lot that you both finally bought a small house. You were able to wear decent clothes again. But the case is, he never told you what his job was.

Anthony would always come home late and bruisies over his neck, you teased him for that thinking he finally have someone. And not knowing what actually happened behind those.

He also started to act weird, like he always looked lost and high, you shrugged it off since it's his business. You respect your brother and trusted him he won't do something very stupid. Oh how wrong you are.

You were alone in the house tonight, anthony hasn't come home yet and you were just cleaning the house when a banging noise erupted from your door.

You sighed irritatedly as you yelled "coming" as you wiped your hands to your skirt and opened the door.

" jeez, do you have to- " you were hit in the face.

Your body slammed into the ground, before you could even recover, your hair was picked up harshly making your hands fly out to the cultrips hand, then you felt the air from your throat got restricted due to the cultrip gripping at your neck.

You gasped as you tried to claw his other hand. You looked down to see a masked person but you can tell it was a man.

You squrimed under his grip as you gasped when he slammed you onto the wall with his hand gripping at your neck.

" where the fuck is Anthony?.. " he growled and you whimpered.

" WHERE IS HE?! " he yelled as he lessen the grip he had on your neck for you to speak.

" i-.. Dont- k-know- " he growled.

" he- ha-hasnt.. Come.. Home y-yet- " you cried, your mind was reeling with thoughts, what did Anthony do that made this man barged here? Be this violent? Who was this man? Why was he so angry at your brother? More importantly, where is Anthony?

Tears escaped your eyes as you closed your eyes, mouth agape as he squeezed your neck.

He growled before throwing you to the ground, you coughed as you held your neck already feeling the bruise forming in.

" that fucking dick. " he grumbled as he thrashes around the house.

" p-please.. What- do you want- from us.. What- did he do to make-up y-you this angry..." your voice was croaked due to the choke he had you earlier. The man stopped from his actions before turning to you as he let out a laugh.

" what do i want? " he laughed before walking to your direction and kneeling down to your height as he grabbed your jaw, his fingers dug harshly to your cheeks making you whimper.

" well seems like your dick of a brother didn't tell you shits hm? " tell you what?

" well listen here doll—" his grip on your jaw tightened making you wince. " your peace of shit of a brother took buncha' of my drugs n' money.. After all I did for that brat. " he growled turning away as he spat more incoherent curses at your missing brother.

He stopped from a moment as he chuckled making your heart clenched in fear as he slowly turn back to you.

" say.. Since that bitch took bunch of my precious items.. " your heart stopped as you saw something glimmer to his pocket. " I don't mind takin' somethin' precious from him too. "

Anthony was running breathlessly to his house upon seeing the familiar house, relief flew to his nerves. He need to get you out of here and flee away.

But his heart stopped when he saw the door was open and light closed.

He pants trying to catch his breath as cold sweats run to his face. Oh how he started to pray from the Gods that you aren't harmed.

Picking up his thoughts, he ran to the house only to stopped once he saw how thrashed the place was. Shit.

" s-sunshine?! " he called as he frankly looking around. " Y/N?! " he called again, then his eyes caught a red train just on the loungue of their house. His heart stops.

' No no no no this can't be happening- please this can't be- ' his breath started to get ragged and heavy.

" a-anth?.. " a weak voice called out to him. He turned to the side only to see you.. Leaning on the wall, on the ground with your hand on your stomach. There was also a trail of blood on the wall your leaning in.

" Y/N! " he triped to his steps as he ran to your side as he slowly bring your form to his chest. Blood smudges his shirt.

" fuck- nonononono- please h-hold on sunshine- please bare with it a little longer- Anth i-is here now, big brother is here now.. Fuck- I'm so so so sorry.. " he choked as he gently laid you back to the wall and started looking for the telephone only to see it to be crush.

" FUCK! " he cried

" anth.. " you called again, tiredness was clear to your voice as you watched him grip at his hair.

He turned to you, years were already spilling to his blue eyes as he walked back to your form and hugged you.

" I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry, don't worry- I'll bring you to the doctors ok? Anth will help you heal ok? Please just- please sunshine don't close your eyes.. "

" anth.. I don't think I will be able to make it.. " you whimpered as you looked down to your hand on your stomach which was covered with your blood.

" i.. Lost too much blood.. " you hummed as you looked back at him, you started to see black dots on your eyes, you squeezed your eyes shut before opening them back again.

Anthony lips quivered as more tears escaped his eyes.

" no.. "

" anth.. "

" please- don't leave me.. " he cried. " I'm so sorry I dragged you into this.. Please.. Don't leave me.. " he cried.

" Anthony.. "

He sobbed as he looked back at you, his heart shattered to see a tired look on your eyes, his heart broke more when he saw the sad smile on your eyes.

" can you.. Just please stay? I'm tired.. " you leaned into his chest. He wrapped his arms around your form as he cried more.

" anth..? "

" y-yes.. Sunshine? " he sobbed as he sents you in between his legs, you thighs were resting on too of his legs while he hugged your upper body.

" can you.. Sing for me?.. "

Anthony smiled sadly as his lips quivered. " sure.. Sunshine.. I will.. Sing you a song.. "

You smiled more as you rested on his chest, your eyes never leaving his face.

" y-you are my sunshine, my only sun..shine.. " he started singing, his voice was shaking. " you make me h-happy.. When skies are gray.. " you felt your consciousness slowly leaves your body as you nuzzled into his shoulder. " you'll never knew dear.. H-how much I love you.. " he hugged your tighter. " please.. Don't take my sunshine... " he choked out a sob as he clutched at to your now unmoving body " away.. "

He stayed still for s moment before leaning away from you only to see your now empty blue eyes, you're once lively and bright blue eyes we're now nothing but void and emptiness, blood was dripping from your now pale lips as you still held that small smile. His heart shattered in a millions pieces as soon as he realized that. You're gone.

His shoulder shook as he hugged your tighter as he let out a loud ugly cry as he cradled your body.

Oh how he will never recover from this, he regretted everything, for not telling you and for now coming home sooner, for getting addicted. He never have hated himself more than now. He cried and cried praying for you to call him again and hug him. He cried till he had no more tears to shed, he cried until he had no more voice to scream. He cried until he was left there motionless, just staring at your body watching the maggots eat your body away.

Anthony swears to himself, if he ever have a chance to meet you, he'll be a better brother for you. He prayed the Gods to meet you again.

[kodared]

Hello, u do requests for WH? If so!

Can I request a angst Howdy x gn!reader? U can add sum fluff at the end if u like!

I would be more than happy to !! I run this Blog to take Requests and Oneshot suggestions on the side while I work on my Ao3 Chapters! 

(to keep yall tame….) /j 

So heres a good and Angsty 

Howdy x gn!Reader 

- Angst/Comfort

Word Count: 1682 !!CONTENT WARNING FOR BRIEF MENTIONS OF BLOOD!!

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The day started as all days did with you and Howdy, he would open and run the front of his store while you went out in search of various flowers to decorate and sell. You found yourself adjusting to the abnormal life quicker than you would have imagined, If you went back and told your past self,

“Hey! Prepare to live with puppets the rest of your life!”

…You probably would have admitted yourself to a mental ward, the thought making you giggle as you carefully picked at a patch of babies breath you had found. The human mind worked in marvellous, but interesting ways you supposed, the thought leaving as soon as it entered though and before long you found yourself gathering your collection for the day and beginning the trek “home”. 

Howdy was kind enough to offer you a home in his shop when you first arrived, and you quickly grew to like the bug even if he had his weird habits and hobbies, they charmed you. 

He had expressed how he enjoyed cooking but had no one to share the food with, it being hard to eat at all as a puppet, so you took on the role of taste tester and since then had been helping Howdy at any chance you could. 

With the town drawing closer as you walked, you thought about what you would both cook tonight, the thought of being able to guide Howdy as he cooked making you feel a sense of comfort you often felt when thinking of him. 

The shop sign was still flipped to its usual “Open”, so as you entered you flipped it to finally say you were closed for the day, If it wasn't for you flipping that sign Howdy would never get any rest you supposed. 

…

      … And this only cemented itself when you saw him asleep on the counter, passed out cold. 

He unlike you had no need to eat or even drink, so without thinking you went into the downstairs home you and Howdy shared to grab a blanket, ideally letting him get his much-needed rest. 

After covering him with his favourite blanket, you went back downstairs to organize the Flowers you found into a neat bouquet, Howdy always loved when you made him one custom. 

With a day's work completed you turned in for the night, not without of course going back upstairs to check on Howdy, giving him a light shake to tell him it was time for bed. 

“Mmhg. How..?”

You knew what he was going to ask, the poor man never wanted to give himself a break,

“You’ve been asleep for a few hours now Howd’s, Dont worry I already flipped the sign,”

You expected his face to go back on the counter as it usually did, often times you had to beg him to come to the actual bed.  …But this time his eyebrows creased with worry and his mouth dropped its usual grin, 

“What time is it?!”  

He used both sets of hands to push himself up and off his counter, stumbling upright, barely missing the shelf behind him with his head,

“It's about 10 o'clock at night now Howd’s, what's got you so twisted up?!” 

Your voice was laced with genuine concern as Howdy just shook his head and tried to smooth down his hair, seemingly preparing himself to be seen by others,

“No! Im gonna be late for Poppys Party! I promised her I would bring a cake!”

You had moved your hand to rest on his shoulder reassuringly.. 

  “Howdy, you are tired, im sure Poppy would understand if-” 

…before he hit it off and walked swiftly to the cooler connected to the wall, 

“I need to be there Y/N! Im gonna be late as it is, you might not be neighbourly enough to understand why I need to be there but Poppy is!” 

The look he gave you struck a cold metal spike through your heart as he continued,

“Maybe you would understand better if you actually socialized with them.” 

At that final remark, he left, the chimes on the door dinging loudly as his second hand pulled it shut behind him. 

…You felt like you just messed up big time, even though you were just looking out for his health. 

You knew Howdy wanted you to talk and meet the other neighbours, it was just hard. Being a human in a puppet world doesn't exactly lead to the most pleasant small talk, Howdy was the only one who understood this and made sure you didn't feel pressured to talk to them, 

Until now you guessed. 

Without much else to do you resigned yourself to an unrestful sleep full of tossing and turning, the space Howdy usually occupied feeling cold and empty in the dark room. Your heart ached for him to return, but as the grandfather clock strikes signifying it was now 2 am, you didn't think he was coming home anytime soon. 

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…Howdy had not returned the next morning either, leaving you to make breakfast alone in your pyjamas. He normally would be the one opening the shop bright and early, but seeing as he wasn't here you wondered if it was your place to do so anymore,

…Or if he even wanted you around. 

The knife you were once using to chop onions sliced into your finger after you had that thought, drawing you back to reality. 

You felt endlessly stupid as you ran it under the sink water, you couldn't even cook breakfast right without Howdy here. That chilling feeling of panic burrowed and stayed deep under your skin, in your free hand you picked at your nails. A habit you once kicked coming back in full swing. 

You had finally made the decision to leave Howdy alone after sitting on the couch for a few minutes as the cut stopped bleeding, you didn't want to burden him after all. 

With not many items to your name, it didn't take long to gather them all together in a small tote bag you found lying around, However, as you began walking up the stairs to leave, one thing caught your eye. 

The bouquet you made Howdy still sat on the coffee table, untouched from the day prior. Tears gathered in your eyes as you remembered Howdy receiving the flowers you would bundle for him, he would dry them and hang them in the shared bedroom. 

It was only fitting to leave them you supposed as you left, the sun rising in the sky painting it a lovely orange as you left for the forest, chills wracking through your frame as you felt tears chilling your cheeks. 

Little did you know however Howdy had confided in Poppy what had happened the previous night before, with Poppy offering him a solution. 

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As Howdy returned home after a long night of baking with Poppy, he was shocked to see his sign wasn't flipped to its usual Opening position, he had assumed Y/N would have been up by now, 

He supposed it only made the surprise all the better as he walked through and made his way down the steps.

Only to find you were nowhere to be found. 

He had searched high and low for you, you weren't in the bathroom or the bedroom, or even in the kitchen, though one thing did catch his eyes. 

The red stain on the cutting board with an abandoned plate of onions sitting beside it. 

The red flags immediately went off in his brain, his upper set of hands clutching firmly on his antennae as he anxiously set down the cookies he baked and ran upstairs. What if you were injured and he didn't know? What if someone had come in and harmed you?? 

He knew he should have stayed home. You were right, and you always were when it came to his well-being. 

The eye bags that were under your eyes the night he yelled at you were permanently etched into his vision. He couldn't sleep knowing he hurt you, yet he still stayed away. 

He was a dumb bug and knew he didn't deserve you. As he collapsed outside of his shop it was only cemented how useless he was to you. He couldn't even protect you from himself, he had to go and mess up the one good thing he had. 

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Additional comfort for people who enjoy comfort after angst! 

You hadn't made it far into the woods before you slipped on a particularly slippery rock in the river and scraped your knee all up to hell. The sight of the blood made you dizzy as you stood and walked out, you knew you had to head home, you had tried to escape the neighbourhood many times. 

All of which led you to walk in circles, so you knew it was pointless. 

The previous adrenaline and self-doubts seemed to have been washed away after you scraped your knee, your mind felt clearer than ever and ready to confront what happened with Howdy the night before, 

You just hoped he was home already, you missed the big dork in the Shop. 

As you approached Howdys store you couldn't help but shake the sounds of… Sobbing? Coming from the side where your flowers were located, 

And it sounded awfully familiar to your favourite dork. 

“Howdy?” 

The crying stopped for a moment before you heard frantic shuffling and the sound of someone falling and rising again, as if they tripped on their own feet. 

“Y/N! Your okay!” 

You were met with Howdy gathering you up in his arms and pulling you in for the tightest hug imaginable, All four of his arms moving to support your arms and legs as he held you. 

“I.. I was so worried, i didn't know where you went and i saw the blood, i don't know-” 

Words tumbled out of his mouth rapidly as he held you, you found yourself saying nothing as you just held him back and consoled him, 

You both were going to be alright after all. 

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Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: There Was Only One Bed, no smut (i know, rare for me these days), idiots in love. bi!reader, bc both bucky and natasha are hot and i’m so fucking gay. implied bi!natasha bc she also likes bucky. mentions of guns, shooting, blood, and medical supplies. nervous!reader. best friends to lovers x2. it’s just pretty fluffy

Word Count: 2417

Summary: You get put on a mission with both the infamous Winter Soldier and Black Widow to take down a Hydra base. You get shot and the extraction plan goes haywire but Tony knows a safe house. The only issue? There’s only one bed and you have a massive crush on both assassins.

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“Okay, HYDRA missions are officially the worst.” You said into your comms, running through the halls, away from gunfire, towards the computer terminal. You threw the door closed behind you and quickly looked around for any agents or doors that could be used to attack you. Seeing that you were leaning against the only door, you grabbed a chair and shoved it under the doorknob.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asked through the comms.

You nodded before remembering she couldn’t see you. “Ah, yea-um, maybe.” You said, plugging the USB in. “I’m in the room with the computer, but I’m pretty sure I got shot.”

“I’m on my way to you, Y/N.” Bucky said, jogging towards where he knew the terminal was.

“Don’t bother, I shoved a chair under the door so nobody can get in and I’m not moving it just for you to carry me out of here. I’m fine, I’m still standing, and- oh, okay, I’m bleeding more than I thought, but I’m fine.” You replied, downloading all of the files on the computer for Tony and FRIDAY to sort through later.

Bucky sighed audibly through the door, “Really, N/N? Let me in please, just so you don’t accidentally bleed out alone?” 

You checked the files to make sure they were downloading properly and moved the chair enough so you could open the door to make sure Bucky wasn’t being impersonated by a HYDRA agent. “What’s the password?” You asked, knowing that everyone on the team had a secret password with the other in case of something like this.

Bucky chuckled, rolling his eyes and leaning in the doorway slightly. “Monopoly.” You sighed dramatically and moved the chair out of the way, letting Bucky in. “You didn’t believe it was truly me?” He asked, dramatically offended.

“Buck, with the way technology is these days, they could probably clone you. Hell, the clone could know the code word and you’re not actually here with me, it’s an agent that’s gonna kill me.” You sat back down, continuously downloading their files and deleting them off the computer once you had them.

“Well, doll, you know that’s not it.” He said, leaning in the doorway to be able to watch you and the hallway.

You chuckled, watching the last of the files download. “Yeah, I know, but it could be.”

Bucky watched drops of blood continuously drip onto the floor. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re bleeding a lot.”

“I’m fine, Buck. This is not the first time I’ve been shot. It’s not important.” You said, pulling the USB out and turning to him.

“Where is it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My bicep is going to be fine.” You replied calmly, walking out of the room and jogging back towards where the three of you landed after parachuting out of the quinjet.

“Did you just try to convince me that your arm wasn’t important?!” Bucky shouted after you, jogging to catch up, the both of you running out of the building and to Natasha.

She raised an eyebrow at you and Bucky, motioning around to the empty clearing. “First of all, your arm is extremely important. Secondly, apparently, they booked more missions than extractions, so we have no way of getting home for the immediate future. Third, Tony has a safe house about 3 miles northeast of here, and he sent me the coordinates. Apparently we’re stuck together until at least morning.”

Bucky nodded at Natasha’s words and started walking northeast, you and Natasha following behind. You quickly fell into a rhythm of just following their footsteps as you got lost in your own head. It wasn’t that you were scared of Natasha or Bucky, not at all. You and Nat had been best friends for years, and Bucky was one of the only other people you would go to when you were feeling out of it. Your current issue was that you had feelings for them both, which had ruined your last relationship, since your ex-girlfriend figured out that she was not your priority. Cradling your arm to your chest, Natasha and Bucky finally realized you weren’t contributing to the conversation and turned to look at you.

“N/N?” Bucky asked softly, snapping you out of your trance. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You said, sighing. “This just hurts a little more than I thought. How much further do you think it is?”

Nat smiled, laughing at you a little. “Darling, it’s been 10 minutes. We have a while to go.”

“It’s not still bleeding, is it?” Bucky asked again.

“No, the bullet lodged in my shoulder, so it’s not bleeding. Let’s just go, please? I’d really like to sit down.” You replied, walking past them in the direction you had all started in.

Natasha and Bucky gave each other a look before Bucky jogged over to you, picked you up bridal style, and kept jogging. Nat was jogging after the two of you, figuring that Bucky would want to get you to the safe house, stitched up and bulletless as soon as possible before your injury got any worse.

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Twenty minutes of light jogging and your complaining that you could walk perfectly fine and Bucky didn’t need to carry you anywhere passed the time quickly, and before you knew it, the three of you were standing on the porch of the safe house. Natasha opened the door and allowed Bucky to take you inside. 

“Uh, guys? I may be hallucinating from blood loss, but there’s only one bed.” You said, tapping Bucky on the shoulder.

Natasha and Bucky shared a look, Bucky setting you down on the bed. “Tony did this on purpose.” She said, sitting next to you. “You know we’re gonna have to take your tac suit off to dress the wound, right?” 

“Yeah, I know.” You said, wincing. 

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, cradling your arm as he slid it out of your sleeve.

“I’m just in a bit of pain, and I’m not wearing a shirt underneath this.” Bucky’s eyes widened. “It’s comfier without the shirt and the fabric crinkles weirdly, but I’m wearing a bra.” You reassured him. “You aren’t gonna see everything, Buck.”

“I’ll still feel better if Nat does it.” He said, shifting his weight between his feet.

Nat glanced between the two of you. “I can’t do that. I can’t stitch wounds, Buck. It has to be you, especially because that’s Y/N’s dominant arm.”

“Yeah, I can’t pull the bullet out and stitch my own wound shut this time, unfortunately.” You said, shrugging with your unwounded arm. “But if it would make you feel better, Nat can help me out of my suit. I’m wearing a pair of shorts and I’m sure that there’s an extra shirt around here somewhere that I can wear.”

“I can absolutely help you out of your suit, honey.” Nat said, reaching for the zipper.

Bucky averted his eyes, blushing, as Nat helped you out of the mission-necessary tactical suit. “I’m gonna go find the medical kit I know Tony must have in here, shout when you’re ready for me.” 

“Okay, Buck. Sure.” You said softly, wincing as your shot arm came out of the sleeve.

“Don’t mind his nervousness.” Nat said, moving towards the other shoulder. “He hasn’t really been with anyone since waking up from HYDRA and getting the trigger words taken out of his head. And I know he likes you, so that doesn’t probably make things better.”

Your eyes widened. “Bucky likes me?”

Natasha nodded quickly, “He’s not the only one. Do you have feelings for anyone?”

“I- um, yes? I just don’t want to say anything.” You said, averting your eyes from where Natasha was sliding your tac suit down your body.

“Why’s that?” She asked.

“I have feelings for more than one person. And I’m friends with them both and they’re friends.” You blurted out, feeling her hands skim over the band of your bra.

She nodded in response, slipping a finger in the band. “This is cute. Where’d you get it?”

“Ardene, you’d like it. I get a lot of stuff from there.” You breathed a sigh of relief that she was going to let this topic slide.

“Do I know either of them?” She asked, sliding your suit down further.

You nodded. “Both of them. Quite close, actually.”

“Am I?” You shivered slightly as you felt her breath ghost over your stomach. “You know it’s okay to talk about feelings, honey.” You hummed in agreement, mulling over in your head whether or not to tell her. “Buck or I won’t judge you.” Nat pulled your suit off and ran her hands up and down your calves a few times in a soothing motion.

Bucky popped his head back into the room. “What aren’t we judging?”

“Y/N has a crush on two people she’s friends with, they’re friends, and I’m apparently quite close to both of them.” Nat explained, keeping eye contact with you and slightly raising one eyebrow to make sure she got the facts right. You nodded once, sharply, fighting the urge to crawl under the covers and curl in on yourself.

“Oh, baby doll.” Bucky said, coming to sit next to you on the bed. “You know you can tell us anything.” He wrapped an arm around you and you burrowed your face into his chest. “Oh shit, this is something you’re really nervous about, isn’t it, doll?”

You nodded, knowing now you were going to have to tell both of them the truth. “I like you.” You said softly, knowing Bucky’s super-soldier hearing would pick it up.

“You like me, baby doll?” He asked, rubbing your back as Nat came to sit on your other side. You nodded again, attempting to burrow further into his chest. “Hey, that’s okay, sweet pea. I like you too.”

“Nat told me that.” You said softly, feeling the glare from your best friend burn into your back.

“Who’s the other one, N/N?” She asked sharply.

“You.” You said into Bucky’s chest, knowing he pointed at Nat when he heard you say it.

“Me?” Nat asked, surprised. 

You nodded, pulling your head out of Bucky’s chest, but not willing to meet either of their eyes. “Of course it’s you guys. It’s always been the two of you there for me.” You paused, letting them mull over what you just said. “It’s why Meg and I split.”

Bucky turned you to face him so he could start pulling the bullet out of your shoulder. “How so, baby doll?” Nat rested her chin on your other shoulder, holding out a hand for you to squeeze.

“Well, she didn’t like the fact that I was constantly on missions, which is literally my job, so that didn’t help matters. But the other thing is that she said I looked at you guys differently than her, treated the two of you better.” You said, looking down and squeezing Nat’s hand.

Nat rubbed your back, knowing that if you hadn’t told the two of them this, you hadn’t told anyone. “She broke up with you because she could tell you liked us?”

You nodded. “She said that if she wasn’t my first priority then we weren’t meant to be. And work is always my priority.”

“But then it’s us?” Bucky asked softly, stopping the bleeding of the removal from the bullet before he stitched you shut again.

“Yeah.” You said softly. “She didn’t like that much.”

Bucky stitched you up, and as he had changed out of his suit while finding the medical kit, pulled his shirt off for you to wear. “Here, sweetheart. You’re all stitched up.”

“Oh, thank you, Buck.” You said, putting on his shirt, the nickname and his scent lighting your insides on fire. You sighed softly, curling up under the covers and rolling away from both of them, not knowing what to say to your two closest friends now that you had spilled your heart to them and they didn’t say anything.

Nat knelt next to you on the bed, gently placing a hand on your busted shoulder. “N/N, please don’t pout. Buck and I have talked, because we both like each other, and you. We want to try to make this work.”

Bucky knelt on the floor, cupping your face in his hands. “We don’t have to move quickly, baby doll, we just wanna be with you, if that’s something you’d be okay with.”

“Yeah.” You said softly. “I’d be okay with that. But how does something like this even work?”

“Baby, this is like any relationship, we’ll figure it out as we go. Communication and comprehension is key. And we’re pretty good at that.” Nat said, gently rolling you onto your back. “So why don’t we just start with cuddles? And we can go from there later.”

You nodded, moving over to the middle of the bed so they could both crawl in with you. “Is this okay? Or did you guys want to be closer to each other?”

“This is perfect, baby doll.” Bucky said, reaching across you to throw his arm over both you and Nat.

“Yeah, perfect.” Nat said, snuggling further into your side.

“Yeah, this is everything I’ve ever wanted.” You said, leaning your head against Nat’s while curling further into Bucky.

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“Quick take a picture!” You heard somebody exclaim to wake you up. You were still very disoriented, having just woken up and you hadn’t even blinked your eyes open when light flashed behind them. 

“What the fuck is that?” Nat mumbled into your shoulder, eyes closed still.

“I dunno.” You mumbled, wrapping an extra arm around her. “Don’ really care either.”

Bucky pulled you both closer. “It’s Sam and Steve here to pick us up.” 

“But ‘m comfy ‘n sleepy.” You mumbled into Nat’s hair.

“I know you are, baby doll.” He said, beginning to untangle himself from the cuddle pile the three of you were in. “How about we all go for a nap back at the compound after we let your bullet wound actually get checked out?” Once untangled, Bucky picked you up in one arm and Nat in the other to carry you back onto the quinjet.

You nuzzled into his shoulder. “That sounds good.”

“So how did this all happen, punk?” Steve asked, taking you carefully from Bucky so neither you or Nat were dropped.

Bucky glanced between you and Nat fondly. “We’re all idiots.”

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Madness in two parts

This is a two part idea, feel free to take one or both. As always please let me know if this has sparked your creative juices. Some of this may be a touch sad, a touch bleak. It is Star Wars after all, and this serves as both a fix-it and not. It does ignore both the Bad Batch and the rumors of Cody on Tatooine.  Also, though it can be read as Gen, I do see it as light CodyWan

Part the first starts on the Death Star, in the moment that Darth Vader strikes Obi Wan Kenobi down. At the moment Obi Wan vanishes, a few dozen storm troopers abruptly change targets.  Without so much as a twitch to indicate the change in priority, these troopers begin to take out the rest of the storm troopers with an impressive speed and accuracy. They even hit Darth Vader, knocking him to the floor. All this to the astonished gazes of Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, and Chewbacca. Soon the troopers were the only imperials standing.

They each remove their helmets to reveal nighon identical faces. One of the troopers, with a prominent scar curling around his eye and a blaster in hand, steps up to Darth Vader who is still flat on his back.

This man looks down at one of the most feared men in the galaxy and says “To paraphrase my General, hello there you miserable bastard” and shoots Darth Vader in the face, killing him (No Anakin redemption for this part, sorry). 

Then this man looks up at the other troopers still standing and says, “Take the bridge and the comm center first. Stun any brother that fights us. Kill any nat born that resists.”

And frankly it should have been ridiculous, a few dozen troopers against the hundreds if not thousands on the space station. However these clones were freshly freed and very very angry. The imperials never stood a chance. 

Three of the troopers gently corralled the escapees (who are decidedly not resisting, these are not the same stormtroopers that couldn’t hit the ground using gravity) towards the trooper with the curled scar, commenting that they would finish their general’s final mission.  

Another picks up the discarded cloak and lightsaber with a reverence bordering on worship. He hands it over to the trooper with the scar.

The scarred trooper introduces himself as Cody, still clutching Obi Wan’s robes and lightsaber close.  He says that in his last moments, Obi Wan had struck out wildly with the Force to free the clones around him, the remnants of the 212th (Vader had made sure to keep the 212th close, hoping to use them if he ever found Obi Wan and it was exactly as awful as you are picturing). In that brief touch of mind to mind Cody was able to glean his general’s last mission, to protect Luke Skywalker and rescue Leia Organa. 

As soon as they took control of the Death Star, Cody turned that control over to Leia and the Rebel Alliance. Wooley is the one who gets to shoot and kill Tarkin (I don’t actually know why but it felt right). Cody starts the medics on dechipping the other chipped clones. It takes time but he convinces Leia that this is not a trick and she should comm the leaders of the Rebel Alliance. 

Just after the comm connects, Boil (also among those freed by Obi Wan) begins to bleed out of his eyes, nose, and ears then drops.  Confusion and concern rise from the Rebel Alliance, and the defectors from the Imperials. The freed but chipped clones are not confused. They knew it was coming. 

Cody explains, quiet and gentle in a way he had not been allowed to be in almost two decades, that his general’s last attempt to give them freedom was a wild thing. Uncontrolled and imprecise. Akin to hitting the chip with a large hammer instead of cutting it out with a scalpel. It broke it but also did untold damage to their brains. The only freedom he could give them was a few hours of freedom before death. 

They arrange for a rendezvous with several of the Rebel Alliance Cells to full take control of the space station, they may have locked up or killed anyone who did not want to defect but the longer they went the more chance that enough of the 212th remnants would die that the DS would be put back under Imperial control. One by one the clones freed by Obi Wan drop, bleeding but going into death with a smile because they died free. 

Cody lasted the longest, long enough that Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor arrived. Just long enough to collapse into Rex’s arms.  Rex pleads for him to hold on but Cody looks at him with a bloody smile and says ‘I need to follow my general. I want to follow my general.  Who knows what trouble he has already gotten into.’ 

And dies smiling, dies free.

That leads up to part the second. 

Cody opens his eyes to see he was back on the bridge of the Negotiator. He is surrounded by clones but no nat borns, they are above Coruscant.  He does not yet know it but it is the middle of the Naboo crisis, just as Qui Gon Jinn is telling the High Council that he would take Anakin on a Padawan. Nor do they know yet that the entirety of the 212th was aboard and that none of them were chipped any longer; to a man they physically match Obi Wan’s age in this time and the Force has gone as far as to fix the accelerated aging.

The comm officer reports that Coruscant’s communications office is asking them to identify themselves.  The sudden appearance of a futuristic (being from 10 years into the future), and heavily armed, ship makes people very nervous. 

Cody is put on the line and when asked to identify himself responds with “Commander Cody of the 212th battalion serving under Jedi High General Obi Wan Kenobi.” He may not know where or when he is, but he wants it clear from the get go that he holds no allegiance to the Empire (in fact he holds little allegiance to the Republic either), he would rather be shot down than be mistaken for an Imperial ever again.

The being on the other end goes, very quietly to themself, ‘that is a lot to unpack’ then clocks the that this Commander Cody said the magic word of ‘Jedi’ and not my circuses the entire thing over to the temple’s comm center (This specific part is based off a story my mom tells, she worked for a while in customer service testing the cords for the product that her company sold if they did not work. She also was unfortunately not the kind of person that would transfer someone if she could help, even if it was not her job so the sales team for her company started transferring anyone who said the word Cord to them, even if it was a question of what kind of cord the product took). 

Down in the temple, in front of the High Council, this Obi Wan is decidedly from this time. A senior padawan who is on the verge of being rejected again. Before they can offer even a temporary decision on what to do with Anakin Skywalker, the High council is contacted by their comm center, stating that a battalion has appeared from nowhere claiming to be under the command of High General Obi Wan Kenobi and would like to speak with them. Also that the authorities of Coruscant are very uncomfortable with the heavily armed ship in orbit who is claiming allegiance to a Jedi, could somebody take care of that. 

Everyone looks at Obi Wan, who is confused. The last time he was even a general was over a decade before on Melida/Daan. And he doubted that they would call themselves a battalion. 

The High Council puts a pin in the Anakin debate, figuring this takes precedence. They formally invite Cody and entourage (Ghost Company) down to meet with them.  In the time it takes to arrange things the clones are able to confirm that the ones going to the surface do not have chips. 

The clones have not quite realized that they are back in time.

They do realize something is up when Ghost company is escorted into the council chamber and realize that not only are all the high generals there (even ones they know for a fact are dead) but so is their very young looking general, a tall man that Cody had seen in a few of their general’s holo’s, and a small child that is clearly Anakin Skywalker (Waxer may have squealed over their internal comms at how cute the child skywalker was).

Cody rallies quickly (you cannot tell me that this man, who followed Obi Wan Kenobi around for three years, does not have a plan for surprise time travel). He gives a precise report, all military formality, of exactly who he is, who the clones are, an approximation of when he was from (timekeeping was not the chips strong suit), the war, Order 66, every fact he knows about the Empire. Then finishes with the fight between  Vade and the General, the General’s death and his last actions to free what clones he could (he was reluctant to discuss the consequences, in that freeing him as Obi Wan did killed them. Cody was quick to assure the younger Obi Wan that it was one of the greatest gifts that the Jedi could have given him). 

All the while all the clones are radiating adoration towards Obi Wan (I really want Obi Wan, on the verge of being rejected again, never feeling quite good enough, to be faced with a battalion of men who love him and think he is the best thing ever. As a treat.).

It takes a direct, if hesitant, order from Obi Wan to stop the 212th from storming the Senate outright. 

It is decided that the clones would escort Padme, her retinue, and the Jedi back to Naboo where they would assist in breaking the blockade (read: Cody told the High Council that they would be going if they had to hijack the queen’s ship as soon as it left orbit).  The clones make it exceedingly clear that they are following, and protecting Obi Wan, first and foremost, The Jedi in general second, Themselves third, and the rest of the sentients in the galaxy a distant fourth. 

Little Anakin is more than a bit horrified to realize what he would have become. Various clones, who are not going to blame a 9 year old for the things he did as an adult in another life, talked to him about how he had changed over the war (becoming more reckless and less caring both clone and innocent lives in favor of completing his objectives) and they might not know why he became Vader, they suspected it was not within the 9 year old.  They also told, exaggerated as only second or third hand versions of a story can be,  stories about their general. In particular telling him stories of Obi Wan in his Padawan years (stories that Obi Wan had told them himself, during the war) that serve to make Anakin believe that Obi Wan is the coolest person ever (slave revolt anyone). 

The clones are also really careful to make sure that Obi Wan understands that they are pleased to see him as he is now, not just for the person he could have been in a decade. This was the other reason they focused on stories that would have already happened to this Obi Wan, they did not want to give Obi Wan additional imposter syndrome regarding himself. Most of the clones spent a fair amount of time side-eyeing Qui Gon, not being outright hostile (though some were more than others; Obi Wan could be a little too honest on certain types of painkillers so a few of the medics and some parts of ghost company have heard some less than stellar stories about Master Qui Gon Jinn). 

–Look I just want a few days of Obi Wan being pleasantly baffled at this large group of men who adore him and want to be around him and tell stories about how awesome he is (stories that he lived through, not just stories of his older self), particularly on the tail of the implied rejection from Qui Gon–

 They reach Naboo and the Trade Federation blockade is almost laughably easy to break. Several companies from the 212th are sent to liberate the camps the Nabooians are in.  Nute Gunray just straight up surrenders. Maul shows up but before he can fight anyone or lure the Jedi away, he is shot by a slug thrower carried by Cody.  It is all anti-climatic. 

At the precise moment that, in the original timeline, Qui Gon Jinn died, Obi Wan suddenly staggered to one side, bumping into Cody. 

He peered at the commander as he straightened back up, “Cody, you’re you again”. 

The Negotiator had arrived, straight from the Death Star.  

The memories settled in quickly, and Obi Wan had only a brief breakdown when he remembered what Cody had said about his method of freeing the clones. 

Obi Wan has details that Cody did not, like that Palpatine was the Sith (Cody knew that Palpatine was the Emperor but did not know he was Sidious, because no one actually told the chipped clones anything) but is also very unwilling to go to the Jedi temple, or even Coruscant. He outright tells Qui Gon and the Jedi High Council that if he steps foot on Coruscant he will hunt Palpatine down.

He also decides he will not be rejoining the Jedi (Though from the perspective of the Jedi he was leaving, not refraining from rejoining).  They will always be his family, but twenty years virtually alone in the desert had not been enough to wipe the memories of feeling Order 66 go into effect. It could not wipe the memories of the temple in the aftermath.  In fact in many ways he was less socialized than he had been and the thought of being around that many different beings was excruciating. 

When the 212th, complete with their general, depart from Coruscant (having dropped off Qui Gon Jinn) they leave with Anakin Skywalker (who no longer thinks he should be a Jedi. Qui Gon objects but is reminded that they do not compel or make anyone be a Jedi, it is a choice).  Obi Wan looks down at the 9 year old very seriously. 

‘I cannot teach you to be a Jedi’ Obi Wan says, ‘we cannot have the bond that I had with your counterpart, because I can’t guarantee that I will always see you instead of him. And you deserve far better than to be compared with my demons. I can teach you control, and we can collect your mother. Then we can see what the future holds.’

They do find Shmi and free her, she decides that she and Anakin will travel with the 212th for a time. This turns into something more permanent as her own maternal instincts kick in immediately upon meeting this battalion of physically 25 year olds with enough trauma for 6 times that amount. 

Their next stop, after picking up Shmi, is to head toward Kamino. By the time they reach it the CC’s have just been born, the first to be at double aging. The Alpha's are chronologically 6 months old and physically 18 months and the Null are chronologically 1 year, and physically 3 years old. They are even 2 years before the trainers arrive. The 212th collectively registers their complaint of their treatment in the previous timeline (they steal all the kids, Jango Fett, and genetic material; There may also have been some crude/rude phrases written in Kaminoan now decorating the halls of Tipoca city). 

To be entirely honest I am not sure how much this would fix and how much it would make it worse.  However I know that from here on out, everything is much much weirder.  –Ok Here’s a breakdown of the timeline as I use it: Cody is listed on Wookipedia as being born in 32 BBY, the same year as the Naboo Invasion. Wookipedia also lists Jango’s recruitment in 32 BBY. The Nulls and the Alpha’s were decanted before the CC, as far as I know and I wanted them to be significantly older than the CC. So the Alpha’s and the Null’s have triple aging. The Kaminoans realized their product would age past their prime for the war, we are running with the Kaminoans are fully complicit and know when Palpatine plans to spark off the war, too quickly. So they slowed the aging to double in the CC and CT batches. So early 32 BBY Jango Fett is recruited, The nulls are decanted 4 months later, the Alpha’s 4 months after that, and the CC’s that include Cody 4 months after that (their growth tubes matured at the same rate, though their aging was different ) at the very end of 32 BBY. The Naboo Invasion occurred in mid to late 32 BBY and travel time between Naboo and Kamino, with a stop at Tatooine puts the arrival of the 212th not long after the CC’s were decanted – 

[ninjigma]

QuinFox Week Part 3/7 - First / Previous / Next

Day 3: Knight in Shining Armor + Goodbye Message Track: 'Now - Connor' - Nima Fakhrara (Spotify / YouTube)

Vos's lungs burned.

He was racing down side streets, slipping and sliding around corners in the heavy rain, and trying not to think about Fox going in the opposite direction.

"You have to leave Fox! Get the information back-"

"I am not leaving you-"

"Now Fox!"

He could feel himself getting dizzier, and a shot finally made it past his saber as he rounded a corner. He was forced to jump and run along an alley wall past more of the deadly droids, managing to decapitate two of the four, for what little it will do with the three still tailing him.

"Quinlan-"

"No Fox, I'm sorry. I'm giving you the chance to get back. You have to take it."

"But I-!"

"Goodbye Fox." Voice soft despite his pain, with a weight Quinlan spent most of his life always hiding. "Thanks for being my... my friend. One of the best."

The way the holocron shattered as his lightsaber ignited through it had been gorgeous in and of itself, red shards flickering to dullness around the green blade. He wished he could have kept it but there had been no time for anything more as in an instant the museum had been swarming with droids. Much more than had any right to be there, and the feeling it had been a trap itched at the back of his preoccupied mind.

He hadn’t prepared enough, had gone after the prism on a whim and with no aid or plan. He had rushed the display and in his haste the droids had managed to land a sharp blow across his thigh that left him now struggling with blood loss. He hadn't made it far before they had cornered him again and swung at him with electro staffs glowing and blasters firing with no hesitation. But despite as much pain he suffered escaping and the certainty of death he faced now, he knew he would make the same choices in a heartbeat.

His only regret had been those final words to Fox before he destroyed the mask and the link to the Commander.

That in the end he hadn’t lied, but he still hid the truth.

Quinlan stumbled to a halt at the end of an alley, the roof line too far for him to jump in this state. And that wasn’t his goal now anyhow. It was to die giving Fox enough time to make it off the planet, to get the information that would help the Republic back safely. Specifically to Obi-Wan and the 212th, which may have selfishly been the reason Quinlan had volunteered so easily in the first place. He may have his own issues and reservations about this war and how things seemed to be going for the Jedi in it, but he would take on the droid army all by himself if it meant protecting what little family he felt he truly had.

So as he turned to face the droids hot on his heels a hand fell to the deep wound on his inner thigh and tried to keep a pressure strong enough to allow him one last fight. It was wet, hot, and burned at the touch, but he barely registered it as his saber blazed to life and his heart set itself in stone.

He supposed he had gotten his wish of not having Fox taken away. But as he blocked blasters and watched the droids advance he regretted that he had been too vague about not leaving Fox behind himself. That, as sure as he was in the decision to destroy something that could bring the Sith to greater power, he regretted the pain he had inflicted on Fox, knowing the man well enough that he would agonize over how this all could have gone better, things he could have done to save him as if it hadn’t been Quinlan’s choices every step of the way that brought him here.

As another shot landed on his shoulder and his lightsaber fell, he found one last moment to close his eyes and revise the wish he had made only a few days before.

‘May he find peace, even if I am not there to see it.’

The sound of blaster fire-

-then the snap of metal.

Quinlan's eyes shot open in shock and watched Fox, who had dropped in front of him with a foot landing perfectly on the weak point of the droid's neck seconds after shooting it in the chest. The droids were unprepared and Fox was as precise as ever, taking out the squad in quick and deadly movements. Faced against the last and most recovered droid they exchanged fast hand-to-hand before Fox dropped to a knee and delivered a final shot to the chin of the droid, the heavy thud drowned out by the shuddering of rainfall.

As Fox turned to look at Quinlan, careful and taunt, all the adrenaline and joy rushed out of the Jedi and he dropped fully to the ground.

He was safe. Even as his vision went black and the pain flared, Quinlan knew, with Fox, he was safe.

@foxquinweek

[inkrabbit]

If I can't have you

I'm not immune to a scarier version of Mary.

The old horror movie plays as Mary sits on your couch, slowly eating his burger. They loved nights like these, lounging with you on the couch. Your apartment was a lot cleaner than theirs, and a lot more spacious. Not only that, but Mary found himself head over heels for you. While emotions had never been a particularly strong suit of his, they couldn't deny that they had finally fallen for you. What wasn't there to love? You were always so kind and understanding. You were always there to listen to him, even if others had turned away. Not only that, but the two of you got along perfectly. There was never any fights or disagreements. You two just worked. And while not all of your interests lined up, you both still had a lot in common.

Sitting on the couch next to you made their heart race as they thought about their feelings. Only recently did Mary finally decide to accept these feelings like an adult, but the whole “confession” aspect didn't come easy. They were sure you shared the same feelings, but actually verbally admitting they loved you more than a friend proved to be difficult.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you!” Your voice brings him out of his thoughts, the happy smile on your face making his heart melt. “Richard finally asked me out.”

And just like that, Mary's heart sank. They knew Richard, having met him a couple times whenever you brought him around the bar. Richard was cute, tall and a singer himself. But Mary knew Richard was better. Richard was the type of person you brought home to your parents, and he was the type of person to be immediately accepted into the family. Mary wasn't someone you could bring home, let alone be accepted by most families. It only made their heart break more.

“He did? Like, finally?” His tone carries a bit of resentment, but he tries to hide it. You happily nod, taking another bite of your own burger. Dammit, it stings. “So, you're going out with him, right?”

“Yeah. He wants to take me on a date tomorrow night.” Mary scans your face, seeing the joy in your eyes. A wave of nausea washes over. You were happy. You were happy Richard asked you out. You said yes to him.

“Huh...” They swallow thickly, trying to calm the rising jealousy that was making him sick. “I'm surprised you said yes, to be honest.”

“You know I've liked him for a while now. He's really sweet.” Sweet. Richard was sweet. Mary bites the inside of their bottom lip, putting too much pressure and feeling the skin break, the taste of iron flooding their senses.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know. Real sweet.” His tone is bitter as he seethes with jealousy. Come on, Mary, calm down. They had been so good with keeping their emotions in check. You brought them down. You made them feel better – less unhinged. But the thought of you with someone else...

Mary stands up as another bout of jealousy courses through. They have to leave before they act out. “I gotta get going. I gotta...” He snatches his jacket up, throwing it on. Your scent hits his nose, reminding him how perfect you looked wearing their jacket earlier that night.

“You okay?” You stare up at him with such innocence. You really didn't get it, did you? Their heart aches.

“Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just... got some shit I gotta do.” They give you a forced smile, swallowing down their emotions as head for the door. They're not even hungry anymore and the sight of their burger is making them even more sick. But still, they cast you once last glance. “I'll see you later.”

They hurry out of the apartment, closing the door behind them. The crisp night air greets him as he grits his teeth. Richard? Fucking Richard? What did that twink have that he didn't? Did you seriously like him more than you did them? Was Richard really that much better?

He takes a shaky breath, moving away from your apartment. Their mind races with thoughts. Had he known this was going to happen, he would've asked you out sooner. He would've confessed sooner.

“What the hell am I supposed do?” they grumble softly, running a hand through their messy hair. It wasn't fair. “That should've been me...”

They continue down the street, letting their emotions fester. Try as he might, he can't stop thinking about the news you just told him. With a smile on your face, too! Without a second thought, Mary turns, punching the wooden fence they were walking beside. The skin breaks on their knuckles, the wood splintering and embedding into their flesh. Fuck it. They could dig the splinters out later. Right now, it didn't matter. They couldn't control themselves.

And who was Richard to ask you out? He remembered that little bastard asking them if they had feelings for you. And Mary admitted to him, too! He told him that he liked you! But he still turned around and asked you out?

Mary felt that telltale snap somewhere deep inside their mind, where rationality goes out the window. They hadn't felt like this in a long time, and truth be told, they missed it. They hand moves to their waistband, fingers curling around the hunting knife they kept close.

“Tomorrow night, huh?” They couldn't let Richard take you on that date. Not after they had loved you for too long. So maybe it was time to pay Richard a little visit. He still remembered where he lived; a nice penthouse in downtown. You had taken Mary over for a little party before, one that he walked you home from. Not Richard. Mary wasn't as shitfaced and was able to carry you back to your apartment. But even through all of that, you still said yes to Richard.

Well... it's not like killing someone was something Mary's never done before.

[goodbird1]

No Hero

Hobie Brown x reader

Word count: 600

Warnings: mentions of blood and death, angst, time jumping/skipping

Summary: why hobie helped miles.

Notes: this happens after every thing gets sorted out also this is very different from the comics (sorry for bad writing)

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"Why'd you help me?" Miles and Hobie were sitting on top of the Brooklyn tower. In Miles' dimension, enjoying the view from so high up.

"What'd you mean?" Hodie asked, turning towards Miles.

"I mean well when everyone else was on me for going against a cannon event you were there to help me" miles admitted. "Why did you do that?"

Hobie stayed quiet for a moment getting lost in the past.

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(Going back in time)

'This was it,' Hobie thought 'today was the day that he'd take down Kingpin.'

It was all planned out. The spider army and him would go to Kingpin's headquarters. The spider army would take the bottom levels while he'd take the top. Leading the spider army would be his beautiful y/n.

They had been telling him for weeks how excited they were. That they'd be fighting alongside spider-punk and finally be taking down "that good for nothing autocrat!" As y/n had said to him, hobie multiple times.

Y/n didn't know that spider-punk was her best friend, Hobie Brown. It was for the best but now once Kingpin was taken down he could tell her everything.

As he swung around a building he saw the spider army already at the bottom ready to fight. Just as planned y/n was right up there already pushing at the guards.

Once he had swung around hyping up everyone they started the attack. Going just as planned. As the fight was going on he'd get glimpses of y/n fighting tough and nail. At one point she'd picked up a pipe and swung it like a mad man for anyone that got too close.

"Kingpin!" He shouted finally finding that snake. "Where you've been?" Jumping off and kicking him right in the face sending him tumbling to the ground. Hobie started running toward–

"Aaaaaaahhhh" Hobie stopped dead in his tracks.

'No' he wiped around towards the scream. 'No no no no no no. Not them please not them.'

He turned the corner around some rumble and saw y/n laying on the ground with a blood stained shirt.

"Oh no no no." He dropped to his knees next to y/n. "You're gonna to be okay, it's gotta to be okay I'll take you to the hospital will get you help"

In the midst of the scene he'd completely forgotten he was in his suit covering up his face. He couldn't think about that now y/n needed help now.

"Who…" y/n squinted streaming to see the figure above them.

"You know me!" He didn't mean to yell but the fear of losing her was taking its hold.

"Hobes?" Y/n's voice was weak as they reached for his mask, taking it off.

"Yeah it's me love"

"How do you fit all that hair under there?" Y/n smiled weakly.

"You're bleedin out and that's what you're thinking about?" He couldn't decide between laughing or throwing up at the blood that's coming out. "I need to–"

"No."

"What?"

"I said no"He was dumbfounded. 'It's the blood loss' he thought 'she can't think straight'

"It's too late for me Hobes."

"I can't lose you." Hobie was cradling y/n by now.

"It's okay," she said.

"I can save you," Hobie said, getting to his feet.

"You're no hero" and with that y/n took her last breath.

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(Back to the present)

"Just lost some good ones to it s'all" Hobie answered.

"Well thanks you saved me," Miles smiled.

'Wish I could save everyone' hobie stared down at his hands 'but I'm no hero.'

[oddsconvert]

Five Sentence Fic: “Wow, I knew you were dumb, but this is stupid even for you. And now I’m gonna make you regret it.”

"Wow. I knew you were dumb, but this is stupid even for you. And now I'm gonna make you regret it."

Izaak doesn't hear a word. Blood whooshes through his ringing ears, a deafening roar that drowns out all other sound. It's like drowning underwater, or stuck inside a jet engine. The pressure builds and builds until he feels like his head is going to explode. He can't think, can't breathe, can't move. All he can do is wait for the ringing to stop and the world to come back into focus.

He writhes about in agony on the concrete floor, his tear-streaked face mingling with the dirt until his features are hidden beneath a mask of grime. The blow to his head pulses and throbs, and a headache erupts behind his eye sockets. The room swirls around him like a runaway carousel.

“You know…” Ronan mumbles to himself. He crouches down to Izaak, and swipes the dribbles of drool down slipping from his lips down his chin, “Maybe I should have you put down. Foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog… the biting-”

Biting. Izaak’s hazy eyes pop open, his heavy head lolling about on his shoulder. It feels like his skull is stuffed full of rocks, he can’t keep it upright. But he can just about make out the purpling, blood-oozing bite mark on Ronan’s outstretched arm. You could mistake it for a shark bite… Izaak nearly tore a chunk from the bastard’s arm.

Specks of blood dot around him. Not his. Ronan’s. Izaak tastes copper on his tongue. Blood. Not his. Ronan’s. He bursts into a toothy grin, a breathless gasp of a chuckle wheezing from his lungs - his teeth stained ruby red. 

Fuck yeah. He’s still got it. Izaak is still a force to be reckoned with. He put up a good fight against Ronan and gave him a run for his money. No matter what Ronan throws at him, he is beaming with pride.

“W…Worth it-” Izaak sputters and coughs with a smirk.

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Izaak taglist: @emmettnet @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

Ronan taglist: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Also tagging @darkthingshappen because you said you'd like to see the five sentence fics but sorry if you don't wanna be tagged! 🫶🫶🫶

[kodared]

Oh dearest heart. I love your howdy Angst.

And since I'm a sucker for pure angst. Could I request idk some more? If you don't mind that is! Romantic or platonic I would just like to cry over this caterpillar

I actually really love these requests you all have! And ill also be combining this ask with a previous one I received Because I like meshing prompts together for a good plot, 

This can be either Romantic or Platonic! 

!! CONTENT WARNING: BLOOD AND HOME HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE !!

Howdy x GN!Reader 

Angst/Comfort

Word Count: 3123 

Hope you Enjoy! ~ ʕ　˵·ᴥ·ʔ

You had finally moved into the town of your dreams, it was a small village just out of civilization and it seemed perfect for your dreams of being a gardener. As you drove down the icy highway your car felt as if it was gliding while you bobbed along to your songs, thoughts of sunshine and warmth circulating your mind as you daydreamed what your neighbours would be like. 

One thing you didn't notice was how your wheels seemed to take on a mind of their own. You tried desperately to correct it, your hands shaking as adrenaline took hold of your veins with its icy grip.

It did nothing to stop your car from shrieking off the road, rolling down the ditch before finally crashing into the forest, your vision fading before you could process what had happened. 

It would take a miracle to save you. 

Your brain felt like it was underwater as you felt something firmly grasping your shoulder, your vision fading in and out repetitively, you were unable to lift your head from the wheel as you tried to piece together the passing conversation. 

…  “Hol..i..  got.. ‘Em!..” 

The loud noise that proceeded after led you to mumble incoherently in protest, not realizing the sheer extent of the damage you had done to yourself. 

“Shh.. you… Oka…” 

Your head again tried to lift itself off the airbag to get a view of who was talking to you, but your head felt sticky... ‘Where am I?’

That was your last thought before you passed out cold. Finally succumbing to the darkness that wrapped a warm blanket around your self conscious. 

—-------------------

You woke up coughing, your head lolling to the side on the pillow it rested on. Since when were you home, was it all a bad dream? 

As your vision cleared, the mustard yellow walls assured you that this was not your house or even your room. 

You tried to elevate yourself with your elbows before collapsing again as your head pounded in protest, clearly not keen on allowing you to get up, so you opted for looking around from your spot on the bed for clues as to where you were. 

All you saw were framed pictures… of a bug? Or was that a man?

Whatever medicine the hospital had you on where seriously making you trip absolute balls you thought as your head hit the pillow once more, letting out an exhausted sigh while you shut your eyes. 

You heard footsteps approaching the door after a few minutes, and you sat up again trying to compose yourself to greet the doctor... 

…What you saw certainly wasn't a doctor. 

He was without a doubt tall, like not tall for your standards, he was tall in a way that made him definitely not human. Not to mention the second set of arms and legs accompanied by his green skin, he looked like the bug in the pictures. 

Then it all made sense, you were kidnapped by a bug man and most definitely going to die. 

You pushed yourself off of your elbows and sat up completely, pulling your legs up ready to run at a moment's notice, he raised his hands in surprise. 

… At least the hands he could hold up, his second set where holding a bowl of... Soup? 

“ah! Calm down, you’re alright’, I mean you no harm... Mx..?” 

He gestured his hand as he pondered your name, he seemed to be honest so without moving a muscle or breaking eye contact, you responded, 

“Y/..!” 

You broke out in a fit of coughing before you could finish, however, Curling in on yourself as your lungs felt as if they were lit on fire. 

The bug man made a startled noise before setting the soup down on his dresser and moving to sit beside you. You made no protest as he soothingly patted your back, the final cough left you shuddering in relief as the burning went away for now. 

“You were saying?” 

“my names Y/N..”    

You didn't quite trust him yet. But what choice did you have? He wasn't exactly threatening even if he was tall with multiple limbs. The apron he was wearing only cemented this sentiment, it was a baby pink with the lines ‘Kiss the Luv’Bug!’  Embroidered across the hem. 

Needless to say, his outfit didn't exactly make him come across as threatening. 

His hand still rested atop your back as shudders proceeded to wrack your spine, a cold chill making you chitter your teeth softly, moving to pull the blanket back over you. 

If he was going to hurt you he definitely wouldn't have made you soup or brought you to his house, so you decided to give him a pinch of your trust… for now. 

He offered you a warm smile as you eased back into the bed, he moved to give you space as he walked back to the soup and grasped it with his upper arms, his lower moving to unfold a bedside table as he spoke, 

“Pleasure to meet you Y/N, my names Howdy, Howdy Pillar owner of Howdys Goods and Services!” 

‘His name certainly matched’,    you thought as he set the table down beside you, setting the still-warm soup on top of it. 

“I found ya’ a day ago, you were certainly banged up,” 

As he straightened up after setting down the soup, his head cocked to the side as his eyebrows made lines appear in his skin..? Or was it fabric, you didn't know the proper term anyways. 

“Speakin’ of which, What exactly were ya in Y/N? I aint never seen anything like it,”

…Did he not know what a car was? 

It made sense to you, he might as well be an alien with how different he was from you, you were shocked you both even speak the same language. 

“Oh, that's a car, I was driving to my new house and it spun out of control,” 

Your hand would have raised to smooth your hair down but your arm burned as it moved, With one glance you saw you had been stitched up and all the glass was removed from your skin. The only way you could tell glass had been there were the small indents it left in its wake. 

“..Speaking of which where is here?”

Howdys eyebrows went back to their usual relaxed expression as he spoke fondly of where you were located at the moment. From what you could gather you were in the middle of a town just not the one you were aiming for. 

“Ah.. Is there any way for me to get home? I spent a lot of money moving and I would hate to lose my deposit.” 

Not to mention your friends and family would certainly be concerned as to where you are. Your mom was supposed to meet you with the moving truck today to move the rest of your furniture in, your car could only hold so much after all. 

“I'll see what I can do to getcha home, for now, you need to rest, your wounds aint gonna heal themselves” 

Howdy was made of fabric so you didn't correct him on the fact they literally did heal themselves, focusing more on his warm expression as he handed you a spoon from his Apron pocket. 

You had no complaints as you ate, Howdy left to give you privacy and once you finished you collapsed back down on the bed, curling on your side and looking out of the window Howdy had in his room. 

Was it always so colourful outside? 

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It took a lot of time to heal and settle yourself down into the routine you had adapted to. After intense research with one of the fellow townspeople named “Frank”, even after all these months, there was still no sign you could ever return home. 

The thought concerned you to your core, of course, you often worried about your mom and friends that were left behind. Howdy however never relented in his hospitality and always offered you a place to stay in his Shop, and who were you to decline? 

You've grown to be rather fond of the man after all these months, he even helped you make your garden on the side of the shop, which is where you found yourself now. 

You were currently occupied with a suspiciously stubborn carrot that just wanted to stay underground it seemed, the warm air practically suffocated you in the summer heat while you tugged at the carrot. 

You thought you were never going to get it out until finally with a final tug it popped out! 

…And hit one of your yellow neighbours right in the head. 

You ran over to Wally, flustered out of your mind as words of apology tumbled out of your mouth. Wally was practically the mayor of the town, so you treaded on eggshells around him to stay on his good side, not that he seemed particularly evil. 

“Ahahah don't fret y/n, this carrot did no damage to me,” 

His relaxed cat-like smile extended as he picked up the carrot and handed it gently back to you, 

“Sorry again Wally! I don't know what made it so stubborn..” 

Once more he looked at you, if he had eyebrows you could tell he would be worried, evident by the way his normally droopy eyelids lifted up just a tad. 

“say y/n why don't you take a break? you seem exhausted, me and home could make you some cold lemonade!” 

Lemonade honestly sounded like a godsend you thought as you vigorously nodded, Wally noticed your enthusiasm and laughed along, his laugh wasn't creepy but it certainly was unique.

“alright! meet me and Home in a few minutes, it will be ready soon!” 

With one final wave he was off, the heat must have even been getting to him because as he left he unbuttoned his top slightly and fanned at his face, you didn't even know puppets could get hot but here you were. 

You walked back into the Shop after gathering up what you could harvest today, Howdy as always greeted you from behind the counter, his head shooting up from under the table and hitting the corner. 

THUMP* “Ow…! Hey Y/N! 

A giggle left your lips before you could stifle it, Howdys face turned a dark blue-green as he blushed, clearly embarrassed. 

“So! What did ya gather today?” 

“Just some carrots and tomatoes, One carrot flung up and hit Wally as he walked past,” 

Your bashful smile returned, Howdy was very accustomed to it by now and thought it was adorable, you had the tendency to be clumsy after all. 

“Anyway, he offered to have me over for some lemonade so ill be back soon!” 

You set the basket of crops down and gave Howdy a wave as you walked out, Howdy made quick work of sorting the food with his second set of hands, his upper moving to wave you goodbye. 

As you walked your hands found themselves resting atop your scars from the car crash. Goosebumps travelled up and down your arms as you felt where your skin had mended itself and left a bump in its wake, you still remember Howdys amazed face as you explained how your skin healed itself. 

As you approached the affectionately titled “home”, something felt wrong. The eyes that normally rested in the house's windows were now gone, replaced by curtains as black ink spilled from the bottom of the sill. 

You paid no mind to it, however, shaking off your paranoia as you approached and walked up the steps, moving to knock at the door, 

Before you could though it swung open, a black window curtain taking hold of your raised arm and pulling you in. 

You were met with darkness surrounding you. Wally was no were in sight as well, his chair sitting empty in the center of the room, your hands desperately holding onto the arms of the chair for leverage. 

You tried your best to calm your breathing, frightened and scared. 

“Ahah... This isn't funny Wally, where are you?” 

You were of course met with silence as you felt something taking hold of your ankle and pulling you up, dangling you above the floor. Your sense of gravity altered as nausea made its way into your system, the feeling of acid rising in your throat very evident. 

All you heard was the squeaking of hinges. You knew this as a sign of home talking, Wally however was the only one who could understand the building, so you hung in confusion. 

“Look! I don't know what you want but put me down!” 

Your legs kicked as you tried to desperately free yourself, Home did what you asked though. 

You hadn't realized how high up you were. 

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Howdy was idly restocking his shelves as you left, paying no mind to his surroundings as the methodical task of organizing took over, his antennae twitching and moving to the beat of a song he had stuck in his mind. 

He enjoyed having you around but even when you weren't he could manage his time well, he had a shop to still run after all. 

…Even if he was daydreaming of dancing with you to the beat of the song in his head…

But that  ‘wasn't his main task’  he reminded himself as he moved quickly around the store, placing things in their usual spots. 

As the sun went down he was still surprised to see you were gone, he had grown to know you a lot over the months and knew you enjoyed hanging out with people, but you enjoyed your alone time more. 

You had called yourself an introvert he recalled, so without much thought he flipped his sign to Closed, hung up his hat and Apron, and walked out of the store, travelling to check up on you. 

Howdy hadn't expected to hear the sounds of his friend's panicked yelling as he walked down the sidewalk, he took off in a sprint towards Wally's house. 

Wally was one of the first people he saw outside, along with Barnaby, Poppy, and Frank. 

“Wally?! I thought you were with Y/N?!” 

The smaller puppet looked up at Howdy, if he was capable of it he would be crying as he spoke, his voice wavering. 

“I just left to get lemons.. Home doesn't like y/n..!” 

Howdy felt his metaphorical blood run cold. He turned to look at home and realized what Wally meant. 

“Well we need to get them outta’ there! They could be hurt!” 

…Or worse. As Howdys mind went to the worst he realized what that could mean. 

You had told Howdy what could happen if a Human sustained too many injuries, Humans couldn't be stitched back together after their heart stopped. 

Howdy felt his fists clenching as the sounds around him stopped existing in his ears, if his friends were saying anything he didn't care. 

He wouldn't let you die. 

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Your arms popped as Home pulled you once again in the air. You had no idea how long this went on, but by now you could feel the bruises already forming on your joints. 

“Home.. just let me go..” 

You had pleaded and begged with the house for hours by now, your hands weakly grasping onto the curtains that held your wrist. You knew you couldn't escape, so you could only hope to hold out until someone noticed you were gone. If they ever did. 

Just as you felt the curtain loosening its grip and you braced for impact once again. 

The window shattered. 

You were dropped on the hard floor once more. Your ankle cracked unpleasantly as you let out a scream of pain, you heard a very familiar voice shouting through the shattered window.

“LET THEM GO!” 

It was Howdy. He had come to rescue you. Your heart fluttered with relief, your eyes opening to look out of the broken window, seeing his angered face as he fought the curtains holding his arms back from causing any more damage. 

You couldn't let him get hurt for your sake.  You stood on shaky feet as you tried to run towards him, the curtains letting go of Howdy and refocusing their attention on you. 

Home tried to fling you against the wall once more, Howdy though was quicker and grabbed your hand, successfully pulling you from home's grasp and out of the window. 

He tried to be as gentle as possible, trying to not strain your already damaged muscles, the sight of you almost made him burn home to the ground. 

Your skin was littered with bruises and scratches where you had once healed, your body had worked so hard to mend and resew itself only for home to damage you and ruin it. 

If it wasn't for you desperately clinging to his shirt, begging incoherently to go home, he would have done more damage to home. But without a second thought, he picked you up from the ground and sprinted back to the shop. 

You and Howdy made it back to the shop, Howdy walking into the back room of the Bodega to set you on top of your shared bed, frantically moving around looking for a first aid kit. 

“Howdy’m alright, I just want to lie down.” 

Howdy stopped moving around as your voice shook, your body shaking like a leaf as you curled desperately under the blanket for warmth. You knew you were hurt, but you desperately wanted comfort. 

He seemed to know this too as he walked to the bed and lowered himself to lay beside you, his arms wrapping around you in a firm hug while you sobbed into his chest. 

Howdy was worried for you, but if he could provide you comfort that would come first. 

“Y/N.. I'm so happy you're okay..” 

He tried his best to steady his voice as he craned his neck to look down at you, your face was flushed and tears freely ran down your face as your body shuddered with every breath. 

“I am too.. Thank you Howdy. Words cant even begin to describe-” 

Your breath went frantic again as you sobbed into his shirt, his arms wrapping tighter around you, he knew anxious humans liked pressure from you, and he tried his best to apply his knowledge to help. 

He could feel your heart beating as he rested his hands on your back, it was a sign you were alive, and it made Howdy comforted. 

It would take a long time to recover, and Howdy knew this. 

But he would be there every step of the way to help you. 

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[eljeebee]

Two Lonely Vampires in a Penthouse

For the first time in my life, I feel uncomfortable doing nothing. When I was still under the contract, all I could hear were the whispers, and all I could do was to follow it. Kill something, be on a rampage. Now? Everything’s calm. It’s unnerving.

This penthouse is making me feel out of place. My sisters and I lived in warehouses, abandoned buildings, any place where there’s no other people. We had to hide after all, and poor vampires doesn’t have the means to hide well. If my sisters are still alive, they’d love it here, especially if they saw Valentina. They’d adore her, follow her in a heartbeat. If we have a heartbeat of course.

Today, the penthouse is silent. Lady Lana and Valentina are at the Strauds. Val wanted to help Helen or keep an eye on her, making sure that she’s not violent against me or something. As for the Lady, I had no idea why. I heard they had to go somewhere else after that. Heard they need to retrieve something back.

That Helen. Poor woman. I’d be crazy too if I can’t kill the person who killed my family. But I’m not crazy. Maybe her brain’s just weak. At least they wiped her memory clean. I think.

I’m alone with Lenora today. This chick’s weird. She’s a vampire, but she’s very interested in human customs. She cooks food, she eats it, she drinks other stuff that isn’t blood.

“Hey Lenora, what’s on the menu?” I teased.

“Apple pie. We’re running out of apples; do you mind telling Valentina to get some?”

“Why not your sister?”

“My sister is the Head of House. She has things to attend to.”

Her tone changed, as if I offended her.

“And Valentina’s busy too? She’s not your maid. Isn’t she a Head of House too?”

It took her a minute to reply.

“Then why don’t you fetch me some?”

I took a deep breath.

When I got back, I saw her reading a book quietly in the dining room. She’d already served herself a slice of pie.

“I got your apples. I’ll put it away.”

“Thank you, Percival. Come join me, have a piece of pie.”

After putting the apples away, I joined her, and she gave me a slice. I’ve never tasted human food, only human blood, so I prepared myself to take a bite.

It was sweet like a virgin’s blood.

“Shiiiit, this is tasty!”

“Language, Percival,” she said, without looking at me, voice lilting.

“I don’t know what other human food taste like, but I think you got it. How do you know how to cook?”

She closed her book. She looked like she’s trying to process what I said. It seemed like she couldn’t, because blankly, she said, “I just know.”

“Nah, maybe you do that even before you reawakened?”

“I don’t remember that. What I remember last were my sister and I teacher Valentina how to fight. Oh, you should’ve seen her before, Percival. Hearing her screams, and shouts, and cries, it was beautiful. I’m glad she grew strong. Only she evolved, the rest of her clan degraded. How disappointing.”

This chick’s really weird.

“Hey, I evolved too, I think. It’s why your sister wanted me to be sacrificed and shit to your revival!”

“Really? But the Overlord, my sister, and my cousin did that.”

“Yeah, because Valentina didn’t want me dying. They said something about letting you heal naturally. Heal from what, I don’t know.”

She looked at me, face blank.

“But I am not hurt.”

Silence hung in the air. Valentina warned me not to mention anything about healing. She never told me why, but she doesn’t want Lenora to remember anything from before. Lady Lana seems like she wanted to, always asking stuff like “do you remember Lorraine and I used to watch the Zetts and the Asvangs fight each other to death?” or “do you remember dragging Valentina to our manor after a match so we can fight with her?”.

Horrifying stuff, I tell you.

“I misheard. Sorry. They probably meant me. I was really beaten-up last time. Haha, Vlad’s quite strong.”

“He is not the Overlord for nothing.”

She smiled.

“More pie?”

I declined.

She returned to her book. Smile dropping into a blank expression. She continued reading, like I wasn’t there. As if we never had any conversation. I left her alone.

I’m starting to wonder, what does their life look like from their time? I would always ask Valentina, but she despised it so much that she told me not to ask again.

With how the sisters retells their old life, I’m starting to think Valentina’s abused. And not just her. My whole clan.

Are all vampires like that? No wonder everyone’s afraid of us.

[ivyprism]

I Was Wrong (Verbena Story)

Trigger Warnings: Includes severe manipulation, partner betrayal, Deity betrayal, heavy self-blame, heavy manipulation, mentions of deities, mentions of death, mentions of blood, self-loathing mentioned as well, abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, and mentions of cursing.

This may be a bit heavy for some readers.

If I got something wrong with this story let me know!

There is a POV from first to third after a while. Just a warning!

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"When I first met them, they were extremely loving, kind, and sweet. Everyone wanted us to marry, they were friends with Birch and Sylvia, and it would bring me closer to her, to Sylvia, the Goddess I was lucky to know. Aeyar was perfect. That's what everyone thought, and everyone knew. They promised me everything, promised they'd ascend to godhood and would give me everything I wanted. They promised and swore on their lives to give me anything I desired…

They lied and I was wrong.

They became a deity, but they killed Sylvia in the process. I felt brokenhearted, betrayed, and outraged… I should have left, but they said that they had a cause and that they would still offer me everything I desired. I was selfish; I remained dedicated and faithful. I believed they loved me, that they would understand what I wanted, and that I loved them. I couldn't accept they changed, but I loved them. They were gentle, they were kind, they were sweet...They were all I needed and desired. I expected them to keep their word and complete Sylvia's job.

I was wrong.

They disregarded their responsibilities, were monstrous, and ignored the prayers, tears, and pleas. But I continued to stay. I believed that if I worked hard enough, I would be able to save both them and the world.

I was wrong.

They used their honeyed words to deceive and manipulate me… But I was selfish. I didn't want to let them go. I loved them... Did I love them? Looking back, I'm not too sure. Their words, their flattery, they had me ensnared. I was blind, I was foolish, I was selfish... I believed that they loved me. They wouldn't try as hard to keep me loyal if they didn't...

...I was wrong.

I was afraid; I wanted them to stay and love me. They did not appear to care. When they'd had enough of my prayers, they pushed me away. I pleaded on my knees.

"I was incorrect, and it was my fault; I'm sorry. Please don't leave. I'll make offerings. Please stay."

They stayed. I wanted to believe it. That they loved me... I thought I failed them somehow... I was so stupid. I didn't see the red flags, I was blind. Their words were no longer as sweet, their warmth had turned as frigid as the stone I prayed on, and their eyes were no longer loving, but filled with scorn and indifferent emotion. I thought if I prayed harder, the Aeyar I loved would return…

I was wrong and I paid for it.

They got sick of me, tired of my prayers, and despised me. They made it clear how much they disliked me. They didn't care if I cried or what happened to me; my Aeyar had left. They were replaced with something other. The False Deity of Life, the most despised Deity… I hated them as well. My love for them became hatred. It devoured my entire being. I told them how much I loathed them and how betrayed I felt. I prayed they'd suffer and that they'd be punished for what they've done.

"I hate you!" "You monster. You do not merit the title of "Deity of Life". You aren't the actual one! You're a monster, a False Deity. That is exactly who you are!" "You're a traitor! A horrible person! I hope you are punished for what you've done. No, I pray it will happen."

I was punished for my transgressions. I was wrong. I was the wrong one. I was selfish, horrible, and a terrible person. They transformed me into something else. Something else, something no one, let alone a Deity, would desire. Something, they said, that reflected the state of my SOUL. I could not bear to look in the mirror, they were right. This was me. This is what my SOUL said I was...

A monster, a creature unworthy of love, I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong!

I... don't remember how long I cried for. How many days, how many weeks... All I know is I cried and I couldn't stop crying. I was a monster. I was alone, I was afraid, I had no one. No one could love a monster like me, no one. All I could think of, during that time was...

"I'm sorry. I was wrong." "Come back, I'm sorry." "I was wrong, please. Please forgive me."

I didn't have time to mourn because heroes began pursuing me like a common creature. I… I can't recall how many wounds I received, how many times I died, or anything… My memory does fail me from time to time. All I know is that it hurt. It would hurt every time.

I knew at some point, they had died but still, my prayers remained unanswered, unseen, unfelt... I gave up on it a long time ago.

Eventually, I met Benoit and Elpis, people like me. People cursed, people forsaken... We grew close, I suppose you could say we're friends... But I don't try and get my hopes up. I keep a distance.

I don't want to be wrong again. I can't be wrong. It'll hurt too much if I'm wrong again.

I... Eventually found solace in them... I don't know how my story will end, who I will meet... But thank you... Little human, for listening to my story. At least for a little while."

Verbena murmured as she cautiously dropped her head to Frisk, who sniffed and hugged her snout. She closed her eyes. Tears trickled down her cheeks.

She finally had someone to cry with, at least for a little time.

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