#sometimes they'll just leave for ten minutes at a time

[soobnny]

ten things lee know says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, squint of angst

chan | LEE KNOW | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

one. ah, i forgot to tell you, there's a new barbecue place that opened recently. i saw it while i was walking with hannie, and i heard they have really good meat. we should go there soon, maybe have it over a few drinks. i'll buy you meat, let's go eat it together.

two. yongbok tells me i should tell you 'i love you' more. i think he's right. i'm sorry if i don't say it enough. i'm just—new to this. but i really do love you, more than you know.

three. i never feel like i'm wasting my time when i'm with you. even if we're just sitting beside each other in silence, even if we're just drinking tea, even if we do nothing for hours. every moment i spend with you feels so fulfilling. it would be hell with anyone else.

four. soonie, doongie, dori need a mom, hm? they already love you anyway. sometimes i think doongie loves you more than he loves me. i think it's because he's most like me. ahh, do you think they'll love our kids in the future too? do you think they'll get jealous they won't be our only kids? (sigh) i can't wait to marry you.

five. when i'm having a really hard day, i feel healed just by having you with me. how do you do that? how do you make my day better just by talking to me for a minute? i think... wait, i know life is less of a hassle because i'm living in it with you.

six. i've never been the type to wish for time to stop, but there is something about being with you that makes me consider it. when i look at you laughing, unaware that you look so beautiful, i understand for a moment.

seven. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. please don’t leave me. i’m sorry. i hate seeing you cry. i hate that it’s because of me. i’m sorry. please stay with me.

eight. i always find myself describing you when someone asks me what love is.

nine. you promised to eat well, didn't you? did we promise? i guess it wasn't a promise, but i asked you to do so. are you eating well lately?

ten. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. and for as long as i’m alive, you will always be loved.

[sunny-fox]

Random thought from yesterday:

Pet! SAHSR (Self Aware Honkai Star Rail) AU

Notes: reverse isekai, characters turn into animals, Astral Express Crew, Caelus and Stelle are twins, kind of Cult! AU?

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Dutch Rabbit! Pom Pom who pretends that they don't like being petted. They don't look at you when you pet them, opting to stare at random things around them, but they move towards you slowly and secretly, a few steps at a time. They nuzzle into your palm but pretend that they didn't afterwards by ignoring you multiple times when you call their name. Pom Pom does try to nip at your fingers if you ruffle their fur too often, thinking that you're trying to mess up their soft fur. If Pom Pom is feeling particularly friendly on some days, they might even let you hold them for hours (they usually lie still in your arms for about 5 minutes before squirming to get away). March will start complaining and pawing at your arm though, as it's her spot on other days.

Cocker Spaniel! March 7th who loves following you around your house. She's quite energetic, often bringing her toys to you, pleading for you to play with her through her gaze. You do play with her, but it's impossible to do so every 10 minutes, what with your work and everyday duties. March gets bored when you can't play with her, lying on the floor and looking here and there for something else to play with (that isn't her toys). Don't be surprised when you return to the living room and find your bags turned inside out, belongings undamaged but strewn across the floor, Himeko picking them up and piling them together for you. March wants you to think of it as revenge for not playing with her (>:3).

Siberian cat! Dan Heng who prefers resting on cat trees than interacting with the others. He'll swipe a paw at anyone (except you) who dares invade his personal space, though he acts more lenient towards the other pets. He watches you from his special spot on the cat tree every time you walk around the house doing chores or just going from one room to another. Sometimes Dan Heng does follow you just like March, but if you tell him that he's practically tripping you every step you take, he quietly leaves and goes back to his spot. If March is following you as well, Dan Heng will paw at her back, telling her to follow him to the living room. He'll ask for help from Welt if she doesn't listen.

Maine Coon! Himeko who's just like the mom of the group. She's mostly calm, but will gently nip at the younger pets' ears or swipe a paw at them - claws retracted, of course - if they misbehave. Himeko likes it when you brush her fur. Eight to nine out of ten times she falls asleep when you do so. She has to have her fur brushed weekly if not daily - she'll bring her comb to you and purr to let you know. Himeko will curl up next to you if you let her sleep on your bed, guarding you throughout the night, nuzzling against you when you wake up screaming (or not) from nightmares.

Bernese Mountain Dog! Welt who's really calm and quiet. He rests his snout on the edge of your bed each morning so the first thing you see when you wake is a pair of honey-coloured eyes staring right back at you. Please pat his snout as a good morning; he'll feel so happy if you do! As mentioned above, Dan Heng asks Welt for help when March insists on running in circles around you: he picks her up by the scruff and takes her away. Welt likes to accompany you on walks at night, treasuring the precious time he gets to spend with you. There's this one time when you took a photo with Welt and put a pair of toy glasses on his snout. He seemed to love those glasses a lot after that.

Raccoons! Caelus and Stelle who are disappointed that they can't go dumpster diving in your house. You can't have garbage strewn around your house, after all. You caught them red-handed during their first few attempts after arriving at your house. When you leave your house, they'll try to dig through the trash cans again. March and Dan Heng try to stop them, with March tugging on Stelle's tail with her mouth and Dan Heng standing on his hind legs, trying to pry Caelus off the can. Eventually you prepared a huge box for the troublemaker twins and hid new toys or snacks in it, underneath old clothes and colourful, hollow plastic balls. That seemed to satisfy their interest in dumpster diving, albeit briefly. Caelus and Stelle still try to climb into trash cans whenever they go on walks with you.

Even though Pom Pom was a rabbit, Dan Heng and Himeko were cats, Welt and March were dogs, and Caelus as well as Stelle were raccoons, they often stuck together like a family. Pom Pom likes to make Welt's back their personal couch. Welt won't move at all unless you pick up Pom Pom or Pom Pom climbs off his back. Himeko plays with March to distract her from turning your house upside down when you're busy. Caelus, Stelle and Dan Heng lie in a cuddle pile during naps. Sometimes March, Himeko, Welt and Pom Pom join them too. You're quite puzzled as to why they love each other dearly, but hey, it's nice to see them acting like family, no?

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Had a lot of fun writing this :D

[withleeknow]

Can I req something for the milestone event with lee know using this prompt „time passes slower without you.”? ✨

navigation / masterlist / ko-fi

patience is a virtue, everybody knows that.

you know it too. the only issue? patience is a virtue that you don't have.

you're an impatient person by nature, born with an inherent restlessness within your bones that keys you up more often than you'd like to admit. in school, you were always thinking about your next degree. with work, you're always thinking about the next big thing, the future position you'll hopefully land once you gain enough experience. you're always waiting for something else, constantly looking forward to the days ahead instead of living in the now. it's a personal flaw, you're well aware of this.

it happens when it comes to even the most mundane things. what cafe should you try next weekend, even if you're not even half done with the caramel macchiato you're holding in your hands? what movie should you watch next, even if the one playing on your tv screen hasn't gone into its second act yet?

your impatience already flares up on a daily basis, but it's even more amplified and unbearable whenever minho is away. it doesn't help that he's often gone for weeks, if not months on end. you're always counting down the days until he's back before he's even out the door.

"just one more week, yeah?"

his words hang heavy in the silence of your bedroom. your phone is on speaker, set against the pillow next to yours so you could pretend like he's here with you when you close your eyes. you try to facetime every day even if it's only for fifteen, twenty minutes. just to catch up on each other's day and at least see each other for a while before you go to sleep. it's bittersweet, being able to look at him and hear him talk but only from the digital void of your phone.

even though you tend to hide from him how you really feel, how much you actually miss him and wish for him to be back by your side, you think it must still bleed through from time to time. be it the subtle way your voice drops during conversation or how your eyes glaze over with sadness just a little bit when you stare at his handsome face for too long on video call.

you know minho is trying to comfort you. he wouldn't be a very good partner if he can't tell that his own girlfriend is having a hard time without him, would he? and it's not like you bitch and moan any chance you get. no, you always try to hide it from him because it's not his fault that he has to be away sometimes, not like he's choosing to leave you just for the fun of it.

you know his gentle reminder is meant to mitigate your ache, but it only makes you be more aware of how time doesn't seem to pass when he's not here. the clock stops ticking the second he's gone, and you feel like you have to drag yourself through every minute of every hour and repeat the process for days and weeks and months.

"one week is too long," you say quietly. "time passes slower without you."

seven days. one hundred and sixty eight hours. ten thousand and eighty minutes. it's practically nothing compared to the time that has already passed, but that doesn't mean that you get to miss him any less even though it's only a two-hour flight away.

minho doesn't really reply directly to what you said. instead, he tries to distract you with anecdotes of his day - like a funny looking pigeon he saw on the street earlier or a cute photo of soonie that his mom sent him. it works a little. he considers it a success when you crack a smile and giggle at his theatrics.

he keeps the conversation light until you're biting back a yawn and he knows it's time to let you get some rest. even when you're saying your goodnights, neither of you mention what day it'll be tomorrow. you're sure that in the morning you'll wake up to messages from him - not entirely poetic because it's not his specialty, but they'll still be infinitely and wonderfully sincere. you don't bring it up in case he feels guilty, and you think he doesn't bring it up because the reminder that he won't be here might make you sleep restlessly tonight.

you fall asleep with a little bit of a heavy heart, and wake up when the sound of your doorbell ringing fills your apartment at precisely 7:06am. the other side of the bed still cold and devoid of your minho, but it's not the first thing that you notice like you do every morning.

no, the first thing that you register today is the vivid discomfort of having your peace disturbed so early on when it should be a day that you get to spend feeling nothing but comfort and contentment. or at least, as content as you can get without minho here. you carry that irritation with you all the way to the front door, wild bedhead and all.

the door swings open.

you're a deer in the headlights and suddenly your displeasure is vanished, gone in a second like it was never there to begin with.

"surpriseee!"

a sheepish greeting.

you rub your eyes, then pinch yourself on the arm.

you're not really sure what happens next. it's all just a blur of tears and ugly sobbing as you launch yourself into his arms, almost making him knock into the suitcase that's still perched right beside him. the bouquet of peonies in his hand becomes an unfortunate victim as it falls to the floor after the impact, but minho leaves it be, in favor of holding you as tightly as you're holding onto him.

his fingers tangled in your hair, your arms wound around his neck securely like you're afraid you're still dreaming and he'll disappear if you let go. you don't question why he's here; you just accept that he is.

minho peppers warm kisses to your cheeks, your jawline, your forehead and your lips. it's graceless and it's damp from your tears but neither of you could bring yourself to care. he murmurs with an upward quirk of his mouth where he's pressing his smile to your lips, all affection, all love. "happy birthday, baby."

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all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 28.03.2024]

[i-cant-sing]

I was rereading some of your works and this line stuck out to me

‘Enji is keeping up with all your cravings, no matter how weird. You're craving ice chips? Alright. You want ice cream at 3 am? The fridge is stocked with your favs. Oh no, you want soft serve? Its okay, princess, I'll drive us there. I'm sure they'll open the store for the no. 1 hero.’

I immediately pictured him, banging on the front door of the shop, absolutely panicked because his “baby” is hungry for ice cream and is worried that she’ll cry because of pregnancy hormones

HAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSS and like u can't blame him??? He's already so protective of you as his daughter, but not that you're pregnant with Ratsuki's baby, his protectiveness increases ten folds. Who knows what that devil's spawn is doing to your poor body???? How much pain you're in because of Ratsuki's baby????

Ugh, he just- even if you tell him how excited you are to gave this baby, Enji just can't stop fretting over you because you're his baby! Always were, and always will be!

Yandere dad Enji with pregnant daughter reader is literally so cute because there is nothing that will stop this man from making sure that you are healthy and comfortable and yes, he will still hold you whenever you're feeling down, baby bump or not, you weigh nothing to him🥰

You're feeling emotional and end up calling Enji (instead of Katsuki cause he's busy with work) and he hears a wobble in your voice? BAm, papa is at your door step in 10 minutes with ice cream and snacks and warm cuddles. Feel free to bitch about Katsuki to him (actually dont, he will kill him)

Ever since you got married and moved in with Katsuki, Enji had been missing your company. And once you had returned from your honeymoon and visited him, he realised just how terribly he missed you. So of course he grabs any opportunity to spend time with you. Baby checkup? Okay, papa Enji is coming to pick you up. Grocery shopping? How odd that he's also out of groceries. Cmon, lets shop together, and maybe some cute (SUPER EXPENSIVE, LUXURY BRANDED) maternity and baby clothes to spoil you. Nothing to do at home? Well, you can always help out dad at his work! Enji's sending a car to drive you to his company 🥰 And its like, even if you do have plans with Katsuki, Enji will pull some strings to make sure that Katsuki gets stuck at work while you sulk at home, awaiting your husband. But Enji will come to console you, cry on his shoulder baby. Sometimes, Enji will drop by unannounced, especially if he finds out that you're spending the weekend with Katsuki's parents. He'll be bringing in a boquet, kissing you on the cheek, before wrapping his coat around you, telling you that you must come home with him right away. And you're all like "??? Dad! I'm here with my in laws. I cant just up and leave-!" And he pulls the big sad eyes and says "Its Rei." and you automatically sigh and nod before going to apologise to Kats parents for cancelling your plans with them, claiming there's a "family emergency", which isnt a lie because yandere Rei is an EMERGENCY at all times. Its just, you've always known your mother's mental health was detoriating, but the rate at which it detoriated increased ten folds when you moved out. She's always been protective of you, because of all the trauma and because you're her youngest, so of course... she took it the hardest when you left her side to be with Katsuki. And before your marriage, you swore to your father that you'll always be there to help him with Mom, whenever needed, no questions asked. Its the only reason Enji gave you his blessing marry RATsuki. So whenever he misses you too much, he tells you that Rei is having another "episode" where she's screaming your name, crying that someone took you away and is hurting you, is resorting to harming herself, etc. And sometimes Rei does have these epiosdes, other times she doesnt, but it doesnt matter to either of them because if they want u home, you will come. And as soon as Enji has brought you to the Todoroki estate, your're running (or waddling) inside, immeadiately engulfed by your mother who will now proceed to coddle you and fret over you non stop for the next couple of days (spoon feeding you her food, brushing your hair until you dose off, rubbing your baby bump while humming lullabies. Enji's having the best time too becuase he gets to tuck you in at night and wake u in the morning and have more daddy-daughter ice cream dates with yall) until she's better or... well, your husbands comes to fetch you.

And Rat- KATSUKI, sees through all their BULLSHIT! But you dont and thats why he cant call them out on it. Thats why he must be the more patient one between him and your greedy parents.

[good--merits-accumulated]

Domestic Anderperry headcanons

As requested by @aj-scott725 - thanks AJ! :] These are all kind of nebulously post-canon.

- When Todd gets into a new poem/body of work, he doesn't tend to gush about it; instead he gets into a dreamy state for a few days and leaves books lying around with pen scribbles all over the pages. Neil gets into the habit of collecting them so he doesn't lose track of them, putting them on their bedside table, and making a note of them so he can read them too

- Neil gets it into his head to learn how to swing dance one summer, and they spend a couple of weeks twirling each other around the living room. It doesn't go awfully well (Todd has two left feet and almost cracks his head open by falling over the sofa), but they're not half bad at it either. Sometimes their downstairs neighbour Mrs. Springer will play Rachmaninoff on the piano and they'll leave the windows open so the music gets in and dance around and around the room

- Todd falls asleep in a couple of minutes every time he gets on any type of transportation without fail. The first time it happens in a taxi they're still young and afraid and when the driver glances for half a second too long at them in the rearview mirror, at Todd's head on Neil's shoulder and the way Neil curves around him unconsciously, Neil stiffens and glares. But by the time the taxi arrives he and the driver have spent ten minutes talking quietly about their boyfriends to each other (the driver is "practically engaged, can you believe it" to a journalist named Martin in Syracuse, and he reminds him "just of your guy, they're exactly like each other, the wheels start going and they're out like lights"). They shake hands as he gently ushers a half-awake Todd out of the taxi and he never sees that driver again, but the memory remains a small golden jewel in Neil's mind

- Neil is unequivocally on washing up duty, because Todd can't stand feeling wet food in the sink. To make up for it he cleans the bathroom, although this also because it helps him think - not uncommon for Neil to come home from rehearsal to find him with their giant flowery cleaning gloves on scrubbing at the toilet bowl, dictating poems to a voice recorder. He proposes Todd dedicate his first poetry collection "to my darling husband and the porcelain god" and gets kicked out of the bedroom for a night for his troubles

- The apartment's heating is kind of shitty (read: the landlord refuses to fix it) so they sleep with three blankets all piled up on top of each other. Neil, who runs cold, isn't too concerned about the whole thing. Todd pretends to complain about it but secretly he loves the comforting pressure (God, have weighted blankets been invented yet? Can we get him one?) and sleeps with the blankets pulled to his chin and his face pressed into the crook of Neil's neck for maximum coverage. This also works in the mornings because he doesn't like the sun's glare, so Neil will often sleepily put a hand over his eyes before he wakes up so it doesn't bother him

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Teeth

Part 13

Masterlist

Warnings: Stalker vibes, confrontations, anxiety.

Photo by shaazjung on Instagram

"There's something you haven't explained to me." Billy says suddenly.

You pause, from sending your messages, looking across at him from your spot in the passenger seat.

You raise your eyebrows expectantly.

"Why do you think hackers- or people trying to breach security in general- would underestimate the level of sophistication of the system?"

You take a deep breath, lean back.

"Because," You say with a tired sigh, "When they search up the company structure, they'll see me as a consultant."

"You?"

"Female." You clarify.

"You really think that people will make that assumption?"

"Why not? It's been happening for most of my life anyway, I'm just weaponising it now."

He's silent for a long moment.

"I'm sorry that you have to go through that."

"It's fine," You sing, "It means I get to design a system that looks dumb but ruins some fucker's life."

He smiles fondly, glancing over at you.

"Come over to my place next week, I'll do the cooking this time."

You hum, prolonging your response so that it seems like you take some time to decide.

In reality, saying no was never an option.

"Sure, I'd like that."

You don't notice the way his shoulders drop subtly, relaxing, just moments after.

.

It's not as difficult to leave your place alone as it was before.

Sure, for those first few weeks after the robbery, you'd only gone to and from work with Billy and occasionally, one of your friends would accompany you to the supermarket.

Today, when Amy calls to find out of you're still on for later, you pause, and tell her that maybe you're going to try to go by yourself today.

She's quiet for a moment, and you can almost hear her thinking.

"Okay, but please call if you feel even a little bit unsure?" You can hear the worry in her voice, you know that she's thinking about the first time she accompanied you, and you hid in the bathroom for ten minutes cause you thought you were being followed.

"I will, Amy, thank you."

Truthfully, you could never shake the feeling that you were being watched.

It went with you everywhere, like a shadow that just kept coming back no matter how much light you shined on it.

You tried to take deep breaths, and reassure yourself that everything was okay. It was the best you could do.

Billy was the only person that made you feel completely safe, his knowledge and background meant that you could very much trust whenever he said you weren't being followed.

But now? Alone like this, you try not to look over your shoulder too many times when examining apples, or not to freeze up when someone got too close to you.

Overall, at the cashier, you find yourself a little glad that you're able to at least get this far despite anything that may happen later.

It's a step in the right direction for your self-empowerment, a reminder that time can sometimes help repair the damage caused by traumatic events.

You're piling your groceries into the trunk of your car when you hear someone say your name.

Freezing in fear is a normal response for you, but once again, you do your best to breathe through it, and turn.

"Andrew? Hello," you greet.

Your former boss gives you a sharp smile and approaches. You take your time, assessing him as a possible threat.

He looks a bit sallow, the underneath of his eyes are a little grey, possibly with lack of sleep, a shadow of a beard sprouting on the base of his face.

He looks a bit unkempt, his hands in his pockets and you make sure to casually put your trolley between him and you for safety.

"You look like you're doing great." He says, taking in your piles of items, and then carefully looking at you.

You watch his eyes trail down your body and your head lights up with warning signs.

You smile politely, nodding your head.

"I'm fine, I hope you are too." You offer lightly, trying to finish packing your car as quickly as possible.

"Well, when you left, the everyone was counting on Anvil to accept our offer. When he declined, the board decided I wasn't good enough at my job."

You swallow. Is that was this was? A guilt trip?

"I'm sorry to hear that." You state calmly.

He takes a shaky step forward, and you stand your ground looking right at him. You think if he tried something, the shopping cart would come in handy in keeping him away from you.

"It's odd though, I keep playing my last meeting with Russo over and over in my head, and do you know what stood out to me?"

You don't respond.

"What stood out," he continues, "Is that Russo only wanted you."

So this was an accusation.

"Now why would he want someone like you, if you weren't fucking him?"

You press your teeth together angrily.

"Fuck. You." You grit out.

He blinks, having never seen you this angry before. You continue before he has the chance to speak.

"You think I wanted to leave? I left because you kept treating me like shit. Over and over again, and now you think you can come here and accuse me of this? No wonder you got fired when I left, because you couldn't keep taking credit for my work."

"You little bitch." He says taking another step forward until his body is right against the shopping cart. He grips the metal side of it, leaning forward even more in an attempt to get into your space.

"I vouched for you so many times. I'm the reason you got this job in the first place. You were nobody, nothing, until I decided to give you a chance. I've been watching you for a week now, trying to get you alone to talk to you, and you've been hooked to William Russo like dirt under his boot, and you want to tell me you aren't fucking him?"

You feel the fear of realization sink under your skin. Your stomach turns, making you nauseated.

"You've been following me?" You ask, in a much smaller voice than you want to.

He frowns, pushes away from the trolley and turns his back to you for a moment.

"Don't flatter yourself, I only wanted to talk."

He grits out.

You don't say anything, just watching his figure, trying to figure out how to get away from him.

You close your trunk, he watches you return your cart to the little docking station nearby.

"I'm sorry for the way things turned out." You say to him finally, trying to ease the tension.

He studies you for a long moment.

"You can fix this. Bring Russo back to us, they'll take you back, you can vouch for me like I once vouched for you."

"I'm not going to do that."

He grunts angrily, taking steps to approach you.

You back away, but he just keeps coming, he's almost in your personal space when suddenly a hand claps down on his shoulder.

The parking lot security guard looks very stern as he pulls Andrew a safe distance away from you.

"Is this man bothering you?" The security inquires in your direction.

You gulp, thinking that if you said 'yes,' you'd be forced to stand around here for longer.

"A bit, but I just want to leave." You finally say.

The guard nods, standing as a wall between Andrew and you, and you take the out, sliding into your car as fast as you can and reversing out of your park.

You don't look back.

.

'I don't suppose you could spare a moment to come over?' You send in his direction.

You swallow, turning your phone over in your hands, deep in thought.

You phone vibrates, you glance down.

'Be there in 5.'

"It's open." You say, when you hear a knock on the door.

He comes through slowly, no harsh sounds ever present when he's around.

"I know this building is safe, but you really should check before you let people in. What if that wasn't me?"

You don't answer, just staring at him as he locks the door behind him.

You sigh, your feet tucked under you as you lounge on your couch, your third glass of wine cupped securely in your hands.

You look up when he says your name.

You study him the same way he studies you. His hair is wet from a recent shower, but he's dressed comfortably this time, in black sweatpants and a soft green hoodie. He looks so comfortable, and the words 'boyfriend material' spring to mind, your mouth twitches, deep in thought, thinking about what he would say if you said that to him.

"Are you alright?" He asks after studying you.

You nod, taking another long sip of wine. He looks behind you, probably noting the abundance of unpacked groceries on your kitchen counter. You'd brought most of them up, only really worrying about the frozen and refrigerated items before you'd stopped, in favour of the sweet white you were now holding.

"Sometimes, I really hate the field I chose."

Billy looks at you for a moment, trying to read into you, but you know he doesn't have all the information.

"Why?" He asks, stepping forward and dropping into the spot beside you easily.

You rest your cheek on the back of the couch, looking up at him.

"It would be easier. I could have picked the culinary arts instead of this and no one would question if I was sleeping with my boss everytime I did something good."

"Someone accused you of that?" Billy asks evenly, doesn't take his eyes off of you.

You sigh, nodding, swirling your wine around in your little cup- not using a piece of glassware out of fear that you may break it.

"Andrew," You say softly to Billy, despair heavy in the farthes reaches of your mind.

"He followed me, confronted me, accused me, and then tried to bargain with me to come back."

You sigh, sniffling for a brief moment, fighting the pressure behind your eyes as tears pool.

You blink quickly to stop them from falling.

"He told me that I would be nothing without him. And all the way home I kept thinking that if I'd just picked something else, anything else, I might be a little bit happier."

A teardrop splashes into your wine, you wipe at it quickly.

He lets out a slow breath and you glance up at him in surprise, half realising that he's still here, watching you.

His dark eyes are tender, studying you in great detail before lifting a hand and crooking two fingers at you.

"Come here." Is all he says.

You breathe out a rush of air, knocking back the last two moutfuls of wine in your cup before setting the item on the little table in front of you.

You move slowly, giving him a chance to change his mind, leaning into him, and slowly resting your head into the crook of his neck.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you even closer until you're half seated in his lap.

There's just a rightness to being in his arms that finally breaks the dam inside of you. You let out a little sob, and his arms tighten around you as your body begins to shake as you cry.

"Sorry," you hiccup, "I- I'm sorry."

He shushes you softly, his cheek resting on the top of your head.

You feel small in his arms, a fragile thing made to be picked up and cared for and he very sensation makes you cry harder because it feels good, and you find yourself unable to gather the strength to think about pulling away from him. His scent is around you, his body pressed so tightly to yours that there's no gap between you.

There's a small abstract moment in your head, that you're able to identify a wholeness that wasn't there before.

You shiver, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks, noting the feeling that you'd never realised you were missing something until he took you into his arms.

His thumbs wipe at your fresh tears, pushing them back, forcing them away.

You press your head back against his chest, shudders out a sigh as his arms go right back around you.

"There's so much I want to say," Billy starts, "I don't even know where too begin."

You sniffle.

"You don't have to." You murmur, hoping that he doesn't feel obligated to comfort you with his words.

You feel your head begin to swim as your third glass of wine begins to catch up to you.

"When I started Anvil, I had nothing." He says, his voice smooth and deep in your ear.

"There was me, and an idea, and I made a lot of questionable deals in order to get my company started."

You hear him swallow.

"There was one man, he believed that because he gave me a chance when no one else would, that he owned me. He treated me like his own personal dog, and for a couple of years, all I did was whatever he asked."

You listen intently, melting into him as he begins to rub circles into your lower back.

"It took me a while- longer than I'd care to admit- to understand that just because he helped me, it didn't mean I owed him everything. Sure, his generosity was appreciated, but it was my work that took Anvil off the ground, and seeing how far it's come, how far it has yet to go, and how much good it does makes it worthwhile for me."

He takes a moment to catch his breath.

"What I'm saying is, that you don't owe anyone a damn thing. Your successes are your own, because you did them." He makes a little sound of amusement at the back of his throat before continuing, "You're the secret ingredient."

You sniffle, smiling at his words.

"Andrew thinks he gave you these opportunities out of the goodness of his heart, but that's bullshit. You showed him who you were, and he picked you because he thought you were good at your job."

"And you?" You ask, desperate to hear it, "Why did you pick me?"

He makes a tiny huff of amusement.

"Because I love my company," You feel his face press into your hair, "And I wanted to give it the best chance, which is you."

You sigh, pressing yourself as close to him as possible, breathing in that amazing spiced scent, before relaxing fully, turning to a boneless mass in his arms.

"Thank you." You finally say to him.

He makes a deep sound in the back of his throat, you feel the vibration against your cheek.

He doesn't let go, and you have to motivation to pull away.

You're so at ease that you can't help closing your eyes, falling asleep in his arms without a second thought.

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He holds you for a long while, a stupid smile on his face as he breathes in your strawberry scent.

When he's sure he won't wake you, he slips a hand under your knees, and stands with you in his arms.

You make a little sound, your arms wrapping tighter around his neck.

Billy takes his time, walking you to your bedroom, pulling the covers back and placing you down.

You don't let go of him, clinging like a koala, his eyes widen as you almost pull all of his body weight on top of yourself, he catches his weight on his arms before he crushes you.

He tries to pull away but you're not having it, maneuvering him in your sleep, until he's on his back, and your body is cradled against his, your head on his chest.

He lets out a breath of amusement, raising the hand that isn't pinned under you to stroke you hair.

He hears you hum in bliss and he smiles.

He wants to worship you so badly, kiss every inch of your skin, and then twice over for good measure.

He can't help it, pressing his thumb over the pout of your lips, his heart flipping when you draw even closer to him.

How can he pull himself away from you now? What kind of strength would that take?

Billy thinks about what would happen if he stayed right here beside you, if you wake up in the morning and find him here, you'd probably be so at ease.

He wanted that, he would probably kiss you at some point.

He can feel his heart racing as he thinks about it, kissing you breathless, giving you rounds of uninhibited pleasure, hearing you beg for him as if he would ever deny you.

But what about after?

He swallows, worried about after.

He wouldn't be able to keep himself away from you. Once, would never be enough.

He'd have to have you, over and over and over, never wanting to hide your relationship.

But that would make rumors true, it would invalidate your successes because you were sleeping with your boss.

The breath that escapes him is so pained that it takes him a second to take another.

He'd never forgive himself if he ruined your reputation that way.

He sighs, tracing the back of his hand over your cheeks and listening to the way you sigh.

He knew what you wanted, your body made it crystal clear everytime he was around you, calling out for him, and if he were a weaker man, he'd oblige.

His relationship with control was strained on a good day. The military had helped him focus his anger, train his rage and his bloodlust, but nothing had trained him to control his desire.

As Billy looked at you, sleeping in his arms, he felt his control grinding down with each breath you took.

It was only a matter of time.

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Alone.

Again.

You sit up, taking a sad breath.

How did he always manage to slip away from you? Why?

What would it take to wake up next to him?

A question that goes unanswered.

In your kitchen, you're stunned to find that all your groceries have been packed away, only a few items in unfamiliar places. A warm feeling in your chest, you almost want to text him and thank him, except that you remember the last time you did that he left you on read. You decide to tell him in person when he's taking you to work.

You get dressed for work like usual, but when you're halfway ready, you pause, thinking about Dani's words from a few days ago.

In an effort to torment him, you shed your fancy work shirt and grab one of the work appropriate dresses in your closet.

It's sky blue, with half sleeves and matching belt. You're not sure if it will even catch his eye, but you decide to try anyway.

Except that when you step out of your aparment building, it's not Billy waiting for you.

You've seen Sergei around before, but you blink in surprise when he nods his head at you, and pulls open the back door of the car he's standing in front of.

Your heart plummets.

He'd sent someone else to pick you up.

You smile at Sergei, asking him for a moment before you pull your phone from your pocket and dial his number.

"Russo." Is what he says when he answers.

"Hey," You greet lightly, trying to be quick, "Did you send someone else to take me to work?"

He's silent for a moment.

"Yes, I-"

"Okay thank you," you interrupt, not interested in hearing what he had to say, "Just checking to make sure. Bye."

You end the call, staring at your phone for a second before shaking your head.

You turn to Sergei, giving him a smile and a word of thanks as you slide into the back seat of the car.

"Do you have any music preferences?" He asks kindly, and you wonder briefly if that was even in the scope of his job.

"Anything is good with me." You respond, crossing your arms and looking out the window angrily as he begins to drive.

You have many hindsight realisations on your way to work, that you really could have driven yourself. The only reason you were okay with Billy taking you is because he was going in the same direction anyway.

This just seemed like way too much time and effort to get you to work.

You try to make excuses for Billy, like maybe something urgent happened at work, or something personal, you didn't really know every aspect of his life now did you?

But you knew in the back of your head, that this was something he always does. He gets close, gives you blissful peace, and then pulls away, ignores you for a few days.

Frankly, you've hit your boiling point, and by the time you get to work, you're fuming.

You drop your things on your desk, and you give your coworker a big smile when she compliments your dress.

You'd worn it for him. Pathetic.

You make it up to his office, smiling at Katerina, his secretary, asking her if he's available and waiting for a yes before you knock on his door and enter when he says.

He doesn't even look up at you.

Taking notes at his desk, and there's just so much anger inside of you that you're not really thinking straight.

"Is there something you need?" He asks flatly, still not sparing you a single glance.

So he knows it's me, you think, and yet somehow he refuses to look up.

It cuts like betrayal.

"I can drive myself to work from now on, thank you."

He pauses, finally, looking up at you.

You watch him swallow.

"I insist, really, it's safer this way." He says.

"But inefficient," you counter, "To have Sergei go out of his way no doubt, when I have a perfectly good car."

He looks like he wants to argue, but can't form the right words.

He stands, eyebrows drawn, coming to stand in front of you.

It's probably a bad idea on his part, given your warped headspace, your eyes drop to his lips for a brief moment, before going back up to his dark eyes when he speaks.

"Very well, if you insist on driving, it's your choice."

You nod sharply, your throat closing up in despair. Was this the end of your friendship?

"Good." You say, no emotion in your tone, "One more thing."

"Yes?" He asks.

You swallow, grabbing the knot of his tie and pulling him down a little, while simultaneously rising onto your toes.

You don't give it a second thought, pressing your mouth to his.

It's like fireworks going off in your head, sparks spilling over and scattering into the farthest reaches of your mind.

You let out a little sigh of bliss into his mouth before releasing your grip on his tie.

You pull back from his mouth, taking a deep breath to apologise when suddenly his hands are on your hips. You feel the way his fingers twitch, as if he's fighting something bigger than you.

You gasp as he pulls you closer, body pressed tightly to his and you look up into his eyes.

He angles his head down, and his mouth is on yours once more.

He returns the kiss this time, with eager hums and steady pressure. It's greater than any other kiss you've ever experienced.

Your chest feels warm, your stomach flips, sizzling sparks work their way over your skin.

Your hands grip his shoulders, snaking their way up behind his neck.

He groans, hot breath into your parted mouth and you accept the sound greedily, more desperate for him than ever before.

He turns you, presses you up against his desk, braces his arms on either side of you for a moment before his hand cups the back of your neck securely.

It's all consuming, the way his mouth moves this way and that, the friction of his beard on your chin the taste of his mouth threatening to undo you.

His blunted fingers pressing tight into your skin, his hands wander your body, reaching for your knee, raising it to wrap around his hip. Your clothed center just barely brushes a hint of stiffness at the front of his pants and all you're thinking in various levels of enthusiasm is 'yes.'

The loud pitch of his ringing phone startles you. You shove him away quickly in surprise, gasping as you slide from your spot between him and his desk.

Your body is hot, cunt throbbing, skin hypersensitive and aching for his hands.

You suck in a big breath, smoothing your hair over in a panicked frenzy and running your hands down your dress.

Oh God.

Oh God.

Had you really just did that? Kissed him when you'd come in here to tell him off?

You try to take another measured breath but Billy seems to have taken all the air in the room with just one touch of his lips.

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"Russo." Billy says, leaning over the desk, putting his phone on loudspeaker.

"Apologies for interrupting, but Miss Meachum is here and demanding to meet."

Billy huffs, of course he'd be interrupted by a Meachum. The entire family never understood boundaries.

He looks over at you, facing the windows, taking deep breaths and looking more and more flustered by the second.

"Tell her I'll be with her shortly." He says, hanging up right after.

He studies you, the ripe scent of your arousal filling the air. The panther tears at him, to sit you on his desk and follow through with exactly what he was about to do.

When he resists, the beast plants images of you writhing in pleasure as he licks your strawberry sweet cunt. His cock is half-hard, growing more erect with each second his mind replays what it was like to finally have your soft lips on his.

He swallows, opens his mouth to speak.

You beat him to it.

"I'll drive myself to work from now on." You utter harshly.

He watches in disbelief, mouth parted, as you head to the door, opening it and stepping out without so much as a glance at him.

It's all he needs to realize how much he's fucked up.

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A/N: sorry 😞

[auspicioustidings]

EEE

The pound being a correction facility, their goal to correct the behavior of the pets as quickly as possible. I can imagine their not very interested in doing it themselves most of the time.

Probably machine based punishments, sensory deprivation, bound in place to a machine or vibe or something, leaving the pet there for extended periods of time till the pound gets the results they want ><

Anon, you are a genius! Also FYI things are very bad and no good below the cut.

When you are taken nobody talks to you and in your state you don't really care. Graves gives you a thorough physical exam, it's all sterilised and clinical how he slides gloves fingers into you and presses everywhere to see where gets a reaction. He uses a speculum to hold you open and prod about your cervix, he flushes out your system with an enema, his fingers spend ten minutes examining you mouth, feeling all around your soft palat, caressing each tooth and testing your gag reflex thoroughly.

It's a new kind of violation because it's so impersonal. This isn't being a pet, it's the cold examining of some wild animal.

It's always Graves at the end of the week performing his exams. They range from just a thorough cleaning to him piercing a metal tag through your clit that lists his clinical notes on your vagina. Sometimes he gives you injections and you don't know what they are, you only know that at least one made you feel like you were so tight his finger may as well have been a battering ram. But you would take him and his shadow "nurses" over Konig and his kortac "trainers".

Konig is a scary man just by sheer size. He does speak to you, yells at you, barks orders. They are all in Austrian and you don't understand, but then given how he delights in punishing you for it you think that's the idea. He's the one who uses machines.

It's what gets him off really. He loves watching you immobile, folded in half and held in a perspex box with only your head and your holes sticking out. There's a scoreboard on the wall. Each of his people gets an hour with you a week and whoever has wrung the most orgasms from you gets bought a beer. They get creative. Anytime you think you get used to one contraption, they produce another.

Some of them come in and see the board before deciding that they're not going to win that week, so they don't need to make any of this hour pleasurable for you (not that the orgasms feel pleasurable anymore, the overstimulation is painful). Those weeks are the worst because it usually starts a train reaction. When someone comes in and sees your pussy covered in marks from being paddled they forget all about the initial competition and see who can make you scream the loudest instead.

The only reason you have any concept of time is because they theme it sometimes. On Halloween week they all dressed up. Horangi was the worst because he dressed as a baseball fury and spent the hour seeing just how much of that bat you could take.

But between their visits you are left alone. The room is bright, no decoration. There is nothing to distract your mind from the constant vibration on your clit and the machines fucking your pussy or ass or both. Sometimes there are clamps on your nipples, sometimes not. If Konig is in a bad mood you have a machine fucking your throat as well. If he's in a good mood he might take you out for a bit to strap you to his torso so he can go about his day with his cock being warmed inside you. At least then there is some distraction because it's starting to be worse when you're alone than when they are there. That's why the training works, it makes you so needy for any external interaction that you are willing to be whatever slut they want if they'll just spend some time with you.

The man responsible for turning you into an attack dog is called Nikto. He is violent and you never see his face. You did not know there were men that existed as cruel and cold as him. When he gets you, you have to be sent to recovery for a week. If it wasn't so horrific what he does to you then you could almost see the bright side because recovery is with Mace and Roze. You don't see them outside of recovery, but they don't ever hurt you during. The small kindness they give you is so foreign in this place that everytime you just sob for hours while they comfort you. It's all part of the process of course, all part of breaking you down and then getting you attached.

Within a few months they have their perfect dog. Takes whatever you give her because she's so desperate for anything at all. Attacks on command because anything Mace tells her to do must be for her own good. Is kept the perfect specimen through the "medical" team.

They think they have you right where they want you. But there is always a final test. And they did not anticipate how you would react. After all, so many people who work at the pound were animals once themselves, broken and moulded to break and mould the next generation. It was hubris really, to capture good boy. It was arrogance to think they had you so well trained as theirs that you would follow orders to treat him how they treated you. It's what ultimately leads to you busting both of you the hell out of there.

[1anxiousbeancrying]

Spider verse headcanons because I can

• because spiders sleep upside down if some of the younger spiders can't sleep they'll web themselves to the ceiling. MJ found this as very useful information for getting mayday to sleep.

• because Hobie lives on a boat the gang nicknamed the boat hoboat. Hobie found this wildly amusing.

• due to pavitr and noir both having organic webbing they enjoy freaking those with out it out. Pav couldn't be bothered getting up one time and so webbed a book off if the counter and miles was so confused like 'wtf how did you do that your not wearing web shooter's' and then promptly became very grossed out after realising some spider people produce there own webbing.

• the gang don't do it around non spiders except for villains but they can hiss. Hobie and Gwen hiss often and at everyone they don't care, miles only does it if extremely angry or if he's just bored and needs to make some noise. Pavitr doesn't hiss because he thinks it's rude, so the others joke that the Day pav does hiss is the day the world ends. Though he does hiss once at Miguel and let's just say the room went silent after that.

• Miguel will never admit it but he is very proud of his fangs, and will sometimes silently make fun of others for having small ones. I headcanon that all spiders grow fangs but there only slightly bigger than normal teeth so are not very noticeable and nowhere near the size of Miguels.

• margo and Lyla are literal besties and are constantly shit talking people though only on there sense of style. Peni will sometimes join so so they talk about tech instead.

•you are not allowed to leave Hobie and pav alone in HQ for more than ten minutes because most items will be stolen and turned into something violent.

• even though the floor exists some spiders (pav, mayday) would much rather use the ceiling, even if it's inconvenient because they enjoy being upside down and just scaring people when they notice their there.

• Gwen offered to dye the groups hair but that only ended up a disaster.

• everyone ( from the first movie + Hobie) like to compare spider bites, based on the spider and size of the bite and like to quiz others. And pavitr is just confused when they ask because apparently he thought that everyone got there powers gifted to them from a power deity like he did and the others are like 'wtf no'. (Pav in the comics was never bit and in the movie is the only one to not say he was bitten by a spider).

•miles doesn't really come to HQ anymore after atsv only to drop of anomalys and if he does stay longer to talk to people he avoids Miguel like the plague.

[toecrust69]

Hector, My Beloved

Summary: You have to hide your pet from your new family

Pairings: batfam x batsis

Warnings: Mentions of starving, bad writing, mentions of neglectful orphanage

A/n: In Hector we trust

Read before you continue: Reader is about 12 in this story and Hector is 3 years old.

Your family died from a house fire about two years after you were born. This lead you to living in an orphanage.

The orphanage wasn't the best, to say the least. The staff there were rude and so were some of the kids. They didn't feed you much as they were supposed to, and when they did, it was usually covered in mold.

You met Hector when you were ten years old and when he was only a mere duckling. You decided to take him in as your own. You had to hide him the whole time he lived with you and constantly had to sneak in food for him.

Sometimes, you had to give him food from your own plate of dinner. You knew it wasn't good for your health but you loved him too much to let him starve.

Hes grown a huge attachment to you ever since and will get sad whenever you left him alone.

It was a miracle that you both managed to survive.

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One day, Bruce Wayne had come to visit your orphanage in hopes of finding a child to call his own (again). You weren't sure how, but you managed to catch his attention. Maybe it was your boldness or your kindness, you didn't know.

But here you are now, seated at the back of a limousine, driving to your new home. You hadn't told Bruce about Hector because you though he'd disapprove, so you decided you'd sneak him in.

You put him on a box, punched a few wholes in it, and prayed that he wouldn't get crushed under the rest of you luggage.

But of course, something had to go wrong.

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You were only about five minutes into the drive when you all heard muffled squawking coming from the trunk. You immediately panicked but tried to hide it as everyone looked at the source of the sound in confusion.

"Did anyone else hear that?", Tim was the first to speak up. "It seems to be coming from the trunk of the car, should we check it out?", Dick asked Bruce.

"I'm sure it's nothing,", You heard Bruce say from the passenger seat. "We'll be fine.", Bruce said, ending any further conversation about the subject.

You could feel yourself instantly calm down when you heard him say that. You let out a silent sigh as you fell back into your seat.

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As soon as you finished your tour with Damian, you went straight to the barn. You were relieved as soon as you saw that Hector would have a place to stay.

You tip-toed into the barn with the box holding Hector in your hands. You quitly began opening the box, being carefull to not make too much noise, just incae somebody heard you.

His eyes glowed when he saw you. You wasted no time in picking him up and out of the box. "Hector, my beloved", you said in a thick Italian accent.

You gently set him down on your lap and began petting him as he snuggled into you. "Dinner is about to start, I have to leave now.", his eyes saddened slightly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure they'll give me plenty of food so I can feed you.", his eyes seemed to brighten a bit, but they still held a bit of sadness.

"Miss y/n? Are you there? Its time for dinner!", You could hear alfred call from the outside. "I'll be right there, Alfred!", You called back before turning around to reassure Hector.

"I'll promise to come back as soon as possible.", you said before running into the manor for dinner, leaving a sad and confused Hector behind.

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Part 2???

[hauntedestheart]

Security Measures - Bodyhoppers

Entry 2 in the Security Measures series- the stories of a boy named Trevor as he attempts to protect his possession-prone boyfriend Andy from snatchers.

I'm not entirely sure what bodyhoppers are and I've never met one that's keen to offer me specifics, but all the layman needs to know is that they're humans who have an innate ability to take over other people's bodies by slipping into them through their backs. Some that I've met have hinted that there is some sort of larger community of hoppers but I've never seen more than one in one place- they're often solitary and nomadic, spending their days completely unattached and living little snatches of other people's lives for fun.

It seems natural to compare a bodyhopper to a ghost since both will try to possess people but after spending a lot of time dealing with each type I've actually come to the conclusion that they have very little in common. The main difference is that bodyhoppers have something that ghosts completely lack: subtlety.

A visit from a ghost is pure chaos, from their bombastic entry to their explosive exit, they're out for trouble. In comparison to that, getting hopped by a hopper is almost peaceful. A good hopper will slide into their target like they're taking a dip into a pool and depart without making a ripple, leaving their targets only dimly aware that anything happened at all. You yourself might have been hopped at some point and not even realized it!

Luckily for us the first hopper we encountered was an inexperienced one so he was easy to spot- Andy took ten minutes to come back from the bathroom and then I found him dancing on a table without a shirt, so it was pretty obvious something was up. I thought he was a ghost until I confronted him and a very scared looking young guy slid out of his back, and a hopper is far less threatening when you can face them from the front so thanks to a bit of intimidation we were able to pump a lot of good information out of him that's served us well.

Unlike a lot of forms of body snatchers, hoppers actually prefer a challenge- I think they take some pride in being tricky. Usually they'll strike in a public place, singling out a target and waiting until they're alone to slip in and carry on as if nothing had changed. You can stop a hopper with physical force if you catch them in the act (Andy's fists can attest to this) so the best way to guard against a hopper is to be vigilant, because once they're in, they're in.

I'm still experimenting with different methods of forcing a hopper out but as far as I can tell conventional exorcisms and spells won't work- whatever it is that they're using to hop people, it isn't quite magic. The most reliable tool I've found is, strangely enough, just kind of talking to them! A lot of hoppers treat it like a game so they'll usually move on after being called out because it "spoils the fun," and they're also very concerned about their secrecy so if push comes to shove, threatening to expose a hopper can scare them off. They don't want trouble any more than you do.

But I must stress that you absolutely do not want a hopper to be angry with you... with their powers there's no telling what they'll do.

The oldest, most seasoned hoppers in particular scare me because with enough experience a hopper can learn to access their host's memories, which makes identifying them near impossible. One time Andy was hopped on his way back from class and I didn't notice it for a week– I shared a bed with this hopper and I didn't even realize it until he slipped up while picking his favorite ice cream, of all things. Remember, just because a hopper has access to someone's memories doesn't mean they know what's important, so little details matter!

But to close it out on a more positive note, at the end of the day, hoppers are still people, and people can be cool sometimes! Andy and I do keep in contact with one hopper that we met– we got to talking after he left Andy's body and it turned out we had a lot in common. He still plays Destiny with Andy, the two of them do raids together. They get lunch together every now and then... though it's a bit confusing because he's in a different body every time.

He said I can always call him if I need to force a hopper out, which I've fortunately never had to do. But it's a good option to have in our back pocket.

[panfluidme]

Taken Away Forever

Martin squeezed his eyes shut as he gripped his bleeding stomach. The knife in his side really caused pain to course through every inch of his body and made his face pale and his forehead sweat. He knew he couldn't remove it so he didn't bleed out as fast as he would if it was taken out.

He hated that he was alone. He had always been afraid of dying alone, and that seemed that was going to be the case. Which was absolutely terrifying. He wasn't supposed to die until he and Chris were much older. Not at twenty-four. He still had so much things to do...

Despite the fact they had stabbed him, Martin couldn't bring himself to hate them. He knew that sometimes, desperate people did something they didn't want to do to keep themselves fed, sheltered, or having clothes on their back. Sometimes even to do those things for someone else, usually their child. 

That didn't mean he wasn't scared, because he was so scared. He was so scared of leaving Chris and the rest of the crew. He was scared that he would never get to make things up to Chris, that he wouldn't get to hold his brother again. He was scared that he would never creature adventure again; there were still so many creatures he hadn't seen yet. He was scared that he would never get to see his parents again, never get to tell him that he loved them.

Martin shifted— he didn't know why he did it— and gasped out in pain. Every inch of him just exploded in more pain. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried to keep them down. If anyone found him, regardless of who they were, he didn't want to be seen crying over something so... unimportant.

"Fuck, this hurts." Martin wasn't usually one to swear, but it slipped out. It made him feel dirty when he swore, so he had a dislike for it. He didn't care when other people swore (though, he did tease Chris and tell him not to swear whenever he did). 

He reached for his communicator, but found that it was missing from where he normally kept it. He felt around to see if he could find it, to see if it was put somewhere new in the rush of him leaving to get fresh air in the city. But Martin couldn't find it.

Fear built up inside of him. It swirled with anger at the person and himself for the briefest moments before being replaced with regret. He wouldn't get to finish his animal life list. Martin wouldn't get to tell his brother that he loved him one last time.

Martin slowly opened his eyes, the street light blinding him. He has always been more sensitive to light than most people, but it was only amplified by his pain. Sure, the sensitivity was annoying at times, but he had ways to deal with it and it was what it was.

He tensed up when he heard footsteps approaching. He turned his head away and shut his shut, scared that whoever it was would finish him off. That or hurting him more then leave him to die when they saw that he didn't have a wallet or any money on him anymore. He probably did have expensive equipment on him, but the person wouldn't know that.

They put their hand on his chest, a familiar, yet unfamiliar smell coming from them. It was surprisingly comforting. "Deep breaths, hun," the stranger spoke softly. "I'll call an ambulance here soon, just keep breathing. You're doing great."

Martin slowly opened his eyes again. "Who are you?"

"My name is Martha Zacks." She looked familiar somehow, like she could've been related to someone he knew, but he couldn't place it through the pain. "What's your name?"

"Ma-Martin Kratt."

She nodded with a comforting smile. "How long ago were you stabbed, Martin?"

"Ten min-minutes ago."

Martha nodded again and called 911. She answered every question they asked calmly, keeping her jeweled hand on his chest to feel his heart beat. It was slowing, but it was still there. That was all that mattered to her.

"They'll be here in five minutes," she informed after hanging up. "They'd be here sooner, but the hospital isn't very close. Your job is to stay awake and keep breathing. Do you think you can do that for me, hun?"

Martin hesitated before nodding. "I think so..."

He hoped so. There way no way in hell he was going to leave Chris and the Crew like this. Especially without saying any kind of goodbye. They all deserved to have one if he really was coming to his end.

The blond didn't want Chris' last memory of his older brother to be of them fighting. It had been a really nasty one that ended with Chris loudly making the false claim of hating Martin, a statement that Martin knew wasn't true, but still stung to the core. Martin ran off to get some fresh air and cool down.

Which led to this situation. Stabbed and bleeding out in a city, and Martin hated cities, much preferring small towns or  the wilderness. There was a stranger there, so Martin wasn't truly alone, but he still felt alone. Martin wanted his baby brother, to hold Chris close and tell him that everything was going to be okay.

He saw a blinding light at the top of his vision while the rest darkened. Martin was vaguely aware of Martha swearing and saying something else, but his mind blocked it out. He was so very tired...

Chris was reading in his room to help himself calm down. Thirty minutes ago, he and Martin had gotten into an argument over something that really didn't matter. But things had been getting tense around the Tortuga since they had to quarantine while everyone was sick. Martin and him had been stuck in the same room for just over a week. So just the want for the only copy of a power disk caused an explosive fight.

Someone knocked on the door, bringing the brunet out of his book. He scoffed and stomped over to the door, swinging it open. "Not now, Martin," he growled angrily, not bothering to look at who it was.

"I'm not Martin," Aviva said softly. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but for once, Chris was too angry at everything to really care. "Can I come in? It's important."

Chris moved to the side, rolling his eyes. He assumed that she was hear to talk about the fight. "I'm not talking to Martin, nor am I apologizing to him."

Aviva softened and sighed. "Chris... Martin's dead."

His heart stopped beating for a moment, sinking down to his stomach in dread. "He's what?"

"He died ten minutes ago. Martin had been mugged and stabbed. A woman called an ambulance that arrived right after his death. They tried everything they could do to bring him back."

"No. He can't be dead," Chris denied. "He was fine an hour ago! Martin ca-can't be gone." He hid his face in his hands as a sob shook his body. It was such a heartbreaking scene. Not even a minute ago, Chris was so angry, he wanted nothing to do with Martin. Now he was crying and trying to deny his brother's death.

No matter how upset with Martin he was, Chris never wanted him to die. They were best friends. They rarely argued, and when they died, they would take some time to cool off and then talk about things. Which always had cookies and hot chocolate or chocolate milk. That can't be gone forever, it can't have been taken away forever. 

Aviva put her hand on his shoulder. "I know, Chris. I know it hurts. I know you don't want to accept it, but you deserve to know that he's gone. I know he loved you more than anything."

"The last thing I told him was 'I hate you'. I didn't think he was going to die, and I-I didn't mean it. He died thinking I hate him, but I've never ha-hated him."

"I know you didn't." She looked at him in concern then opened her arms. "Do you need a hug?"

He nodded and fell into her arms. He broke down, allowing himself to sob without holding anything back. His role model, his best friend, was made all because he needed to get fresh air after an argument. After an argument with Chris. How was he supposed to ever forgive himself?

Chris felt so foolish and upset at himself. He let a creature power disk that he had wanted take his brother away for the rest of his life.

Part Two

[msweebyness]

Dahlia Winters’ Rules for Her Students

Here’s the final part of the saga! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Always. Ask. For Pronouns. And respect them.

There are at least two fidget toys per student in the bottom desk drawer. They are available for use at any time.

Do not send Brecken and Evie out of the classroom together. The same goes for Jesse and Anthony.

In a similar vein, if Reshma Leghari or Lacey Greene from Mme. Mendeliev's class asks for Margo, do not send her with them.

The words 'disappointment', 'idiot' and 'useless' are banned in this classroom.

The game UNO is absolutely forbidden under any circumstances. Not even with adult supervision.

If Eri begins to murmur to herself in Japanese, or Brecken in English, that's how they re-center, don't disturb them. (Eri also sometimes writes answers in Japanese, just translate them and grade the answer.)

Jesse's monocular vision sometimes makes seeing the board difficult. Have auditory supplements or notes with larger text ready for him.

Aggie is not allowed to go downstairs by herself. Neither is Eri.

If you are sending any AFAB students out of the classroom between 10:00am and 10:15am, make sure Brecken and/or Soo-Yeon accompanies them.

Evie cannot help her natural curves, so if you're a dress code freak, don't get on her case about wearing more layers.

If Jesse is having an anxiety attack and Anthony is not currently available, send someone for either Mylene Haprele or Jean DuParc.

Anais' mother is not allowed in the class. Neither is Evie's grandmother. (The same would apply for Jesse's father, if his ass wasn't behind bars where he belongs.)

If Dot takes out her binder of notes, you are to listen to what she has to say.

If Anais or Candace falls asleep in class, do not disturb them, but leave a small cup of coffee on the desk. They both need to rest.

If Mona begins to have one of her 'spacing' moments, have someone gently tap their shoulder and redirect her to the task.

Keep first aid supplies on hand for Soo-Yeon. The boy is a walking hazard to his own safety.

Ayesha leads a ten-minute meditation session each morning. DO NOT FORGET.

Never discuss grades in front of the class.

If you are having trouble understanding Margo or Aggie due to their accents, give them a hand signal and they will know to write it down. They'll understand, but don't make a scene of it.

During an akuma, you make sure everyone is accounted for.

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[starsurface]

Hello!! I saw your regressor MK11 Lord Raiden headcanons and I loved them so much! I was curious if I could request if you have any more headcanons of him especially with Fujin ! If not totally cool! Love your work so much, have an amazing day/night !! - ⛈

Hello!! Why of course you can!! I love these two!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Fujin w/ Regressor Raiden Hcs

⛈️ It was through Fujin that Raiden discovered age regression

☁️ His brother desperately wanted him to try it out, and Raiden ended up really liked regression

⛈️ Fujin is Raiden's go to person for when he's small

☁️ He can't trust many people in the world, but he can always rely on his brother

⛈️ He's also too nervous to go to others sometimes (maybe except Liu Kang and Kung Lao)

☁️ While Fujin adores watching his brother, he's also highly encouraging of Raiden allowing babysitters or playdates

⛈️ (^ Most times when Raiden's being babysat, Fujin has to stay in the room or Raiden is clinging onto him, he gets better over time)

☁️ (^ Most playdates are also a tiny Raiden clinging to Fujin, also Fujin's more active in trying to get him to be more engaging with the other little)

⛈️ Now, if both Storm Brothers are regressed?

☁️ . . . Without a caregiver, all hells break loose

⛈️ Fujin's main nicknames are Fu Fu and Bubba

☁️ Raiden's main nicknames are Kiddo, Baby Brother, Brother, Little Guy, and whatever new nickname Fujin learnt from Earthrealm

⛈️ Fujin once called a tiny Raiden ‘Pookie’ and Raiden sat there for a good ten minutes trying to figure out what that meant

☁️ Fujin likes to call Raiden his ‘Baby Brother’ and Raiden will grt all fussy because technically he’s older

⛈️ Fujin will just pat his head and tell him that no, he isn't, he's a baby right now

☁️ It makes Raiden melt every time and hide his face in his blankie or hat

⛈️ Fujin is one of the few people that can carry Raiden with little to no struggle (poor Johnny <3)

☁️ And Raiden Eats. This. Up.

⛈️ Well, he's actually really shy asking for uppies, but Fujin knows how to read his brother incredibly well

☁️ He'll carry Raiden around the gardens or around one of their rooms

⛈️ Sometimes he'll just hold a tiny Raiden on his hip and just sway side to side (Raiden really likes it)

☁️ Fujin is highly encouraging of having outside time when Raiden's small

⛈️ Raiden doesn't mind, but he doesn't really like games like tag or running around activities (he's old old, leave him alone :(

☁️ Fujin doesn't mind, especially since that means that he can plan little picnics with Raiden!!! :D

⛈️ Sometimes Fujin will encourage Raiden to use his kite

☁️ The first time they used it, Raiden threw it up and it landed on the ground because there was no wind and he didn't want to run (he knew what he was doing, cheeky)

⛈️ Don't worry, Fujin is more than happy to use his wind powers so Raiden can kite fly!!

☁️ And unlike tiny Fujin, big Fujin won't accidently make his winds too big (it happened once on Raiden and Fujin has made sure his powers were always in check while using them around the boy)

⛈️ Raiden is a willing/unwilling participant in Fujin's small little pranks

☁️ His small little, “Are you sure they won't get too upset by this, Fu Fu?”

⛈️ “Oh no, they'll love it!! 😎” (Spoilers . . . The monks rarely over love it)

☁️ Normally Fujin only pulls pranks when he's small, but if someone else is small . . . What's the harm in helping them pull a prank?

⛈️ And who better than to help his dear baby brother? 🥺

☁️ The pranks . . . rarely go well

⛈️ The pranks themselves are harmless, such as making a stack of paper keep moving to irritate someone or pushing something off the table (safely)

☁️ However, they almost always end up with the two brothers get a light scolding

⛈️ Little Raiden does not like scolding, and might have broken down on spot (they didn't do pranks for a good while after that)

☁️ The next time they did do a prank though, the monks encouraged Raiden with praise for ‘acting his age’ (Johnny scolded them)

⛈️ . . . They also scolded Fujin about it later, but that's besides the point

☁️ One time Fujin knocked off Raiden's hat off his head when Raiden was small

⛈️ Raiden face immediately turned into ‘🥺’ because his brother was being a big meanie

☁️ No more pranks were pulled on little Raiden, it isn't allowed

⛈️ Besides these points, Raiden actually really likes Fujin's powers

☁️ One time, Fujin got Raiden and his blankie into the air like Aladdin and it made Raiden so happy!!

⛈️ . . . And terrified, he wants to go back to the ground now please

☁️ Sometimes he'll come over to Fujin with like a leaf or a plush toy and ask if Fujin can ‘Make them fly?’

⛈️ And who was Fujin to say no to such a wholesome request?

☁️ Although this can honestly entertain Raiden for a good while, watching the little leaf twirl around in the air

⛈️ Raiden doesn't get sick often, mostly because God's don't ever get sick

☁️ But there have been some few times where Raiden feels icky :(

⛈️ You thought little Raiden was clingy? Sick little Raiden physically cannot be pried off Fujin's side

☁️ Fujin will just pet his hair and carry him around on his hip to get medicine for the poor baby

⛈️ Otherwise they spend all their time cuddling in bed and listening to Raiden's whines

☁️ Little Raiden isn't really an ipad kid, but sick little Raiden isn't really allowed to do stuff so they'll put on some movies while he tries to fall asleep

⛈️ (Personal hc) Raiden's hair is just as long, probably a shorter, as Fujin's

☁️ But he rarely ever take it out of his little cap thing

⛈️ However, when he's tiny, his hair is almost always out (another indication that he's small)

☁️ Usually it's pulled back into a quick ponytail so Raiden can play, but sometimes Fujin and him will sit down, and Fujin will style it

⛈️ If Fujin puts flowers in his hair, he gets really happy and giggly

☁️ And a bit fussy when Fujin has to take them out because it's bedtime :(

⛈️ Don't worry, a quick kiss to the temple ans a promise to do them again soon and Raidens busses quiet down

☁️ Sometimes he'll request a braid so he can look like his big brother 🥺 (it meets Fujin's heart every time)

⛈️ Honestly really just likes having his hair being played with and brushed

☁️ To the point that if Fujin's busy, he'll quietly lay his head on Fujin's lap for head pats

⛈️ He gets them every time, and Fujin moves Raiden to sit in a better spot

☁️ Singing a soft lullaby and having his hair get played with? This man is out like a light <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Y'all, I love the Storm Brothers. They're my favorite. :(

[keylovesstuff]

Ok so @tiny-prom and @casual-derg 's Player One Luigi AUs has had in a chokehold for a minute and I had to write a little thing for Villainess Peach....cause I love her 👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾 and this little Idea has been on brain for a minute.

The final Hammer bro clutched its right arm and its trembling legs ultimately gave out collapsing on the ground. Struggling to maintain consciousness, it summoned what little strength was left to glance from the red boot to her blue.

"You ..won't get away... with this...Luigi…He'll stop you like always," it stammered out every word.

Princess Peach snorted with glee reverting her wand back to its battle axed state. She gave it a smirk and then her back before making her way to the throne room.

"Tell him I look forward to it." She said confidently.

Opening the doors to the chamber, as expected, she was met with an empty, bigger throne and a much smaller one beside it. Bowser made storming the place way too easy sometimes between leaving these goons he called as a defense and following his daily routine to a T. She might as well make herself comfortable for a bit, seeing as he wouldn't be back from his morning stroll for another hour. This Kingdom's so-called heroes must be out as well, seeing as no one came to the aid of the soldiers earlier. It was a special day, however, so it made some sense why they weren't around, she thought as she readjusted herself on the bigger throne. No more than ten minutes later did she hear the sound of footsteps approach the chamber, and in front of the opened door appeared her pride and joy.

"Dad, were you guys training the army again? I think you all went a little overboard." The prince commented in the direction of several laid out soldiers before letting out a surprise gasp."Mama Peach, " he yelled in excitement, running towards and jumping into her open arms as she stood up.

"Surprise," she said, pulling the koopaling into a tighter embrace. "Didn't I promise I'd come see you on your birthday?" She reminded him, smiling when she felt him nod in her neck.

"Thank you. Oh, Mama, " he pulled away to look at her."Were you the one who did that to everyone in the hallway? You should go easier on them next time, " Junior advised, looking back at the area once more.

"If I hold back, they'll never get stronger now, will they?" She asked, placing him down on the floor, giving him another smile as he sort of agreed. "I tell your dad that all the time, but I guess he's become rather complacent with those guys always around. Yes." Peach stated it as a fact more than a question.

"Luigi and Mario" The prince felt the need to clarify their names as he would always do. "They're the best fighters in the whole wide world," he praised, and she had to stop herself from outwardly grimacing.

"Yeah? Do you think they're even better than Mama?" She asked and giggled when he immediately went silent as he seemed to be thinking about it hard.

"Hmm, I can't decide who would win in a fight between you guys. Maybe a tie?" He concluded, not reaching a clear answer nor wanting to give it any more thought.

"A tie, huh? I'm glad you think so, son. " The Princess struggled a bit to maintain the calm and sweet demeanor in the presence of her child as she said that. It took her a few seconds to push the images of her losses to them into the back of her mind. "Well, you know mommy's can do anything, right? Even beat the best fighters in the world, " she told him, kneeling down to his eye level, and he nodded again.

The outcome would be different this time. Peach just knew that what she had planned would put an end to those guys once and for all. With them out of her way, Bowser would have no choice but to give into her demands. Finally, she would be able to raise her child how she wanted so that he could serve his purpose for the people. Letting her thoughts get ahead of her, she could feel a laugh undignified for a lady creeping up. Glancing at the clock, it appeared she only had about twenty minutes left till his Majesty would return if word hadn't reached him already about what went on not too long ago. If she didn't want her plans thwarted before having a chance to execute it, then it was probably best to get a move on.

"Junior, how about we -" she started and gasped, looking in every direction as if he had just vanished in thin air from where he was seconds ago. Switching from panic mode real quick, she once again reverted the battle axe to her wand mode just in case she ran into some minions daring to challenge her should they regain consciousness along her way.

Just as expected, Junior was in his mess of a room. Toys, crumpled up pieces of paper, bandana's, and art materials were scattered all over the floor while he was in the closet desperately searching for something. All she heard from him were "no's' ' , "not that", "how did this get in here" and saw the items being tossed out one after the other, She was starting to get antsy at Bowser returning and with those guys as well.

"Honey you shouldn't walk away when mama's deep in thought it's a little rude" she lectured "Oh but we simply must get going, I have a bunch of festivities planned for you back at the mushroom kingdom" Peach told him walking up to him at the closet.

"Found it!" He yelled in triumph, showing her a piece of paper with a drawing on it. Ignoring what she had just said, he pulled her arm so she'd lean down to look closer at the picture as he pointed to each figure. "That's Dad watching everyone from his seat, and that's Papa Luigi with huge muscles showing off his cool hammer. Right here, Kammy's fussing at Mario about something, I think he called her a funny name or something. Finally, me and you are over here holding hands and smiling. Do you like it?" He finished.

Peach focused on the image of the two of them for a little minute. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something was a little off about it. Then she caught it.

"Oh, what's that little thing on your head here?" She pointed to the picture of himself.

"That's your crown, can't you tell? You're not wearing it in the picture cause it's on me, " He told her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It reminds me of you since I don't see you all the time. At least on paper, I get to wear it just like you, Mama. Do you like it?" He repeated his question.

It took everything she had to hold back the tears of joy pricking at the corners of her eye. A son should never see his mother break down crying even if it is the happy sort. Winning the fight against her emotions, she took a deep breath before answering him.

"I love it. I'm happy to know you want to be just like mama sometimes. " She finished and started standing up before Juniors voice caught her attention midstand.

"You can have it. So whenever you miss me, you can look at the picture. " he handed it to her.

Peach held onto the paper with great care not to crease any of the already existing creases. Even with the addition of the four extra figures, Junior's art was perfect. So perfect, the thought of desecrating the portrait by cutting out the extra people as soon as she was alone with it exited her mind as soon as it entered. Yes, they could stay in pictured form she figured it'd be a good source to turn to should he find it difficult to produce some tears. Again, this plan is full proof, so he'd need many things to help him for the future.

"You're the sweetest." she placed her hand on top of his red hair and rubbed it softly. "But Mama's supposed to give you presents on your birthday." With a giggle, she stood up and reached for his hand. The boy took it, and she led him out of the room.

They walked a little ways outside the castle to the pipe she entered from. All while she promised him the best birthday cake and gifts he could dream of. The best part, though she reminded him, was that he was spending this special day with his mama.

[shadowcatzone]

-(xingyue child)here's one for the road: the entire hcq all lying in one queen size bed-

Baiheng: this isn't what i meant when i said sleep-over

Yingxing: then you'll have to be more specific. You're the only one with a normal childhood.

Jingliu: i had a perfectly average childhood, and so did jing yuan

Jing yuan: i spent my childhood being trained by you so i wouldn't put trust in that statement.

Yingxing: ...and i don't know what exactly happened to make jingliu the way she is, but-

Jingliu: i can turn this into a sparring session anytime

Yingxing: -but she turned out perfectly normal.

Baiheng: dan feng? Still with us?

Dan feng: ... ...this is surprisingly cozy.

Jing yuan: ...is it? I'd say it's uncomfortable. Too many people. I can't even nap here.

Yingxing: now that's a straight up lie. You were asleep no ten minutes ago.

Jingliu: ...maybe dan feng is just touch starved?

Baiheng:

Jing yuan:

Yingxing:

Dan feng, sweating: ...now that i think about it, i still have some work to do, and this is getting uncomfortable. I'll leave-

All, piling on dan feng: NO!!

Dan feng: ...alright... get off me.

Baiheng: but i'm still surprised that we all found time for this.

Yingxing: ...it's my day off today.

Jing yuan: i came here with jingliu.

Jingliu: ...sometimes you have to rest, too. Knowing when to rest is a discipline in it's own.

Dan feng: ...i feel like i forgot something really important.

Jing yuan: if you forgot, it probably wasn't that important.

Baiheng: i mean, nothing comes to mind here...

Jingliu: ...important private, or important high elder related?

Yingxing: if it was private, i'd remember.

Dan feng: yeah, that's what i thought, too.

Jingliu: are you sure about that?

Jing yuan: ...do you have a reason for asking?

Jingliu: [xy child] has been standing at the foot of the bed for a while

*they all look towards the foot of the bed*

Xingyue child: hi.

All: hi [xy child]

Dan feng: what is it, baby?

Xingyue child: the pweceptors are waiting for you in the hall

Yingxing: ...that must be what you forgot.

Jing yuan: these people can't do anything without their high elder, huh?

Dan feng: ...still, i don't think that was it... regardless. They'll live. I feel like there was something more important.

Baiheng: come here, [xy child], you wanna lay down with us?

Xingyue child, teary eyed: i'm hungwy...

All: *scrambling to get out of bed to tend to xingyue child*

______

That's what they forgot

Disclaimer, sleepovers are usually overnight, not during the time where you'd need to feed your toddler,

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 26

"Sometimes I get so tired, I don't know myself" / Seeing Double / Working to Exhaustion / "You look awful"

*Knock, knock*

"Come in", Caretaker called over his shoulder.

"I was hoping you wouldn't still be up", Whumpee sighed, "you're going to make yourself sick."

"I know, can you pass me the, the uh", he snapped his fingers, trying to think. Finally he just pointed, "the doohickie there."

"You sure you don't want the thingamabob?", Whumpee grabbed the item Caretaker wanted.

Caretaker laughed lightly, "I'll need it later, that and the whatyoumacallit", Caretaker groaned, "this is going to be a long few months. Two new cases will be coming here tomorrow morning, I'm trying to make sure I'm ready for them."

"I know, I've never known you to see two cases at once", Whumpee hugged Caretaker from behind, "that was your rule when you took me on."

"That's typically what I'd prefer. These two are trauma bonded though, so it be harmful to separate them", Caretaker patted Whumpee's arms, "and since you said you'd help me now. I figured two would be okay. I appreciate your willingness so much."

"It's the least I could do. You've helped me through a lot, and allowed me to stay with you", Whumpee grinned, "but you are going to be exhausted when they get here."

Caretaker gave Whumpee another arm pat, "you were always welcomed to stay here." He pulled Whumpee around to look at them, "go ahead back to bed, I'll turn in in a few minutes."

Whumpee gave him the look of 'I know what you are going to do', "okay, goodnight Caretaker."

Whumpee woke up to their alarm around seven, they had a few things to do before the new cases arrived.

They wandered down to Caretaker's room and peaked inside. The bed wasn't even touched.

"I knew it", Whumpee rolled their eyes, and went down to Caretaker's office.

There he was asleep at his desk, never moved from last night.

Whumpee walked toward Caretaker, they gently whispered as they approached and began gently shaking him.

Caretaker gave one more disturbed snore and looked up at Whumpee.

"I did it again, didn't I", Caretaker sighed.

"Yes sir, and no offense, but you look awful sir", Whumpee watched him stand.

"None taken, I'm sure I'm a sight", Caretaker yawned, "what time is it?"

"After seven sir", Whumpee frowned, "they'll be here by ten."

"Alright, I'm going to shower and get ready. You do whatever you were doing, and....", Caretaker started to walk out.

"Are going to want breakfast", Whumpee followed.

"Um just a coffee pick me up would be great", Caretaker started to go upstairs to pull themself together.

Whumpee quickly got the coffee up to him, Caretaker smiled.

"Thankyou, I need to start listening to you I guess", Caretaker chugged the coffee down quickly, "what are you doing this morning."

"Last minute details, make sure everything is cleaned up, and nothing is out to scare them", Whumpee picked up Caretaker's dirty clothes.

"That's a great idea. You'll definitely do better at that then me. I remember leaving a knife out once, and you wouldn't come anywhere near me for the day", Caretaker smirked, "I was stupid."

"Sir you asked me to do it, it was your idea", Whumpee looked at him concerned, "are going to be okay?"

"Yes, I'll have to be. I made this mistake, I'll deal with the repercussions of it", he yawned again, "the shower will help."

"I hope so", Whumpee frowned, "you look exhausted sir."

Whumpee did their final check, everything that could be threatening was put away. The two would be roomed together as they felt safer that way, and the room was between Caretaker and Whumpee in case they needed anything.

Whumpee saw Caretaker come down.

"You look a little better, I ordered breakfast", Whumpee smiled.

"I feel better. Great, I'm pretty sure I skipped dinner last night", Caretaker sighed and went to the kitchen.

Whumpee followed, "yes you did."

Caretaker filled their mug again, "man I'm failing, what else did I not do last night."

"Uh, give me a hundred dollars", Whumpee grinned mischievously.

"I'm about to, you turned into my secretary when you got off of my care list", Caretaker frowned, "I'm sorry about that, if I'm too much, tell me right now. I do not want you to be made uncomfortable or to recede back to a bad mental state."

Whumpee smiled, "I feel more like your parent, but I'm feeling really good. I promise to let you know if I feel like I'm falling back though."

A knock came to the door.

"Breakfast is here", Whumpee smiled.

"I'll get it", Caretaker went to the door.

"That was delicious", Caretaker stood and went for their third and final cup of coffee.... for the morning at least.

"I thought you would like it", Whumpee smiled.

"Ok we have twenty minutes, everything is ready", Whumpee frowned, "I'm feeling queasy."

"It's normal, I feel it all of the time", Caretaker patted their shoulder, "let's sit on the front porch and wait. Sometimes I think it makes it more inviting when someone is visible right away. They don't have to wonder for to long."

"That makes since", Whumpee followed.

The car pulled in right on cue. Memories flooded back to Whumpee. That was once them.

The two got out and immediately grabbed each other's hands. Whumpee's almost cried, but put a brave face on for them.

"These care cases start now", Caretaker whispered and booped Whumpee's nose, then went to great the guest.

Whumpee watched excitedly as Caretaker seemed to have completely perked up. This what he did best.

"So it begins", they whispered.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened