#unfortunately it's going to be a while before things get back to any semblance of normal

[dollfacefantasy]

clark kent x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, car sex, mating press a/n: ummm yeah i need him so bad it makes me ill <3

for as long as you'd known clark, you'd never known him to lose his temper. he was forever-patient, your boyfriend. understanding to almost a frustrating degree. especially with you, his little love.

he was already pretty easy to get along with, but on the rare occasion you did have issues, clark seemed to have a natural instinct for deescalating you. he never raised his voice, never spoke an unkind word about you, never gave you a look harsher than what could be described as stern.

all it took to calm you down was a glimpse of his natural puppy-dog eyes and pretty plush lips. his thick arms would circle around you and hold you to his chest. he'd sway back and forth with you a little, a small smile on his face as you melted into the embrace. whatever semblance of tension or irritation that had been bubbling up easily dissolved into a puddle between the two of your bodies.

so, all that to say, you didn't really believe clark possessed any kind of rough edge or combative instinct. despite his large stature, you couldn't really picture him ever being rough.

that was until tonight.

you and clark had planned to drop by some event at the talon, but your sweet boyfriend had warned you earlier that he found out there'd probably be some trouble there later. some potentially dangerous situation that he wanted you avoiding at all costs. it was for your safety. he just wanted you to stay home where he wouldn't be worried while him and chloe investigated.

but did you listen to him? of course not. you went anyways, not in the mood to listen to his vague explanations as to how he even discovered this information in the first place. you put on a cute little dress with some new shoes you bought specifically for the night and took off.

unfortunately for you, clark had turned out to be right. not even thirty minutes after you arrived, chaos broke out. people flew through walls and glass shattered everywhere, all because of some guy who looked like his body could stretch and bend like a rubberband. it totally sucked. but none of that was even the worst part. you survived the craziness of whatever that person's problem was. the real danger came when the dust settled and you saw clark across the room staring at you.

he looked pissed.

he was at your side in an instant, but closing the distance didn't soften him any. it kind of did the opposite since up close he could see a bloody scrape stretching across your cheekbone.

you could see he was worried first and foremost, but behind that concerned top coat a fire burned. as soon as your small wound had been tended to, his long fingers clasped around your bicep. he pulled you to your feet and all but dragged you out of the coffee shop.

"clark i-" you started in an attempt to explain yourself.

"save it," he said, voice as cold as you'd ever heard it, "i asked you for one thing. that's it. stay home for your own good. don't come out here and pointlessly risk your life."

"it wasn't that bad," you defend weakly.

"but why even take the chance?" he asked with true exasperation, "i shouldn't need to convince you that your safety is more important than whatever they had going on tonight."

he didn't continue the lecture beyond that. just walked with a clenched jaw and motivated stare in the direction of his truck. like always, he opened the door for you when you got there. though this time, he practically scooped you up and dumped you into the car.

he was silent as he drove, fingers tight around the steering wheel. you could practically feel the frustration rolling off of him. the urge to lash out for once was near spilling over. he pulled the car over, and you figured you were really in for it. in a way you were right, just not how you thought.

clark didn't bother yelling, didn't try to start a fight. he glared at you for a few silent seconds before leaning across the seats and crashing his lips against yours. he kissed you like he wanted to steal the breath from your lungs.

after a blur of clothing being shifted around and positioning body parts awkwardly in the confined space, you found yourself in the meanest mating press of your life.

you were folded in half beneath all of clark's weight. the points of your new heels scraped up the truck's ceiling while your knees squished against your chest. little squeaks and whines slipped their way out of you as his tip battered against your cervix. he was so deep you swore you could feel your insides rearranging to make room for him.

"clarkkkk," you mewled before biting your lip, desperately searching for some way to ground yourself. one set of your fingers gripped strands of his dark hair while the other held a fist of his flannel.

"what, baby?" he panted. for once, clark wasn't fawning over you between thrusts. he wasn't cooing or praising you for taking him so well. instead, he had his face against your neck and his hands wrapped around your waist, bucking into your dripping heat with enough force to rock the car.

you tried to force out words to convey what you were thinking. too big. too much. so deep. harder. faster. none of those made it though. only choked moans and then a sharp squeal when he rolled his hips and struck that extra-sensitive sweet spot inside you.

"someone's gonna see if they drive by," you whimpered, squirming underneath him.

"maybe you should hold still then and let me finish, huh?" he grunted, "no one's gonna see. everyone's in town dealing with the mess from tonight. the one i told you was gonna happen."

"i didn't think-"

"i know you didn't," he interrupted, "didn't use that pretty little head at all, did you?"

words of defense eluded you right now, his nonstop thrusts keeping your mind cloudy. instead you chose to whine, your lip quivering he rolled his hips deeper yet again.

"oh yeah?" he asked, as if you'd said something coherent.

you opened your mouth again to speak, to really argue back this time, but you were cut off by your own desperate cry when his hands tugged you closer and speared you even further on his cock. you could feel him grinning against your neck at the noise.

"i know, baby. i know you're sorry. you don't have to explain. thinking's too hard for you right now, yeah?" he cooed, his tone bordering on mocking.

your pout got more severe but so did the needy sounds escaping your mouth. you felt those long fangs of his scrape against your throat. his tongue then glided across the area, making you shudder.

"clark-" you tried to say something else, but he cut you off. he raised his head up and kissed you deep again, swallowing the words right from your mouth. when he pulled back for air, he rested his sweaty forehead against yours.

"you can be such a brat," he breathed, "so much whining even though i know you love this."

the truck creaked as his movements continued to jostle it. you felt his breath fanning across your face and watched as his eyes fluttered shut. you knew he was getting close, but so were you. your cunt squeezed around him rhythmically, coaxing him too the edge along with you.

"you gonna cum, baby?" he finally muttered against your lips.

you nodded eagerly, more than ready to release. it only took a few more hard thrusts to get you there, and clark followed along no problem. in the afterglow, he laid on top of you for a minute or so, trapping you in a cage of searing body heat.

when he finally did sit up, the two of you fixed your clothes and stretched your limbs. he looked over at you with more tenderness. your boyfriend's gentle temperament had seemingly returned with the relief his peak brought.

he cupped your jaw with his fingers, looking over that cut on your face. leaning in, he gave it a small kiss before starting up the car again.

"i'm just trying to look out for you, you know? just... please listen next time. i don't know what i'd do if you got hurt. you had me worried sick."

"i will. i'm sorry i scared you," you replied softly. your eyes studied the loving look in his eyes and the way his features seemed so at peace now that all his adrenaline was out of his system.

you grabbed his hand across the seats and traced little patterns on his knuckles for the drive home. he let you play with his fingers but shot you a glance.

"i'm serious. next time you get involved with something like that i won't let you off so easy," he teased.

you smiled and nodded, wanting to put his mind at ease. though in the back of your mind, a small part of you considered trying again some time, just to see what "not so easy" looked like to him.

[justastraymoa]

Yet Unnamed

A soulmark/bond/mate fic ot8 x y/n

Masterlist | Ch 2.

A/N: I am still working on the last bit of Unwilling Alpha, but needed a break to think how I wanted to end it so I started typing this one up.

If you read the teaser reread this first part. I changed some things and added things.

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

First chapter is really long because I couldn't find a good stopping place. Enjoy.

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You sat in the backseat of a vehicle, metal cuffs cutting into your wrists and blindfold and gag pulling your hair by the knots.

To be fair, they only tightened the cuffs so much because you broke out of both sets of zip ties, they put you in earlier. They were officially annoyed as hell. But you weren’t going to just sit back quietly while you were kidnapped!

But they wised up and got themselves metal cuffs somewhere so now you were stuck until you found another opening.

You tried to keep track of your route in your head. You were in another country for sure. And judging by the Korean your 4 kidnappers kept speaking and the roughly 12-hour flight, you were in Korea. You lost count on the flight a couple times, but you were close. Maybe an hour or two hours, at most, off. Accurate enough for a good guess.

Unfortunately, by the time you came to a stop and the car shut off you were hopelessly lost. You had no hope of finding your way back to the airport even if you did somehow escape your captors. You were so turned around that you couldn’t even tell what direction you were facing now.

The door to your right opened and someone gripped your upper arm roughly and pulled. Immediately you started fighting. You had the entire car ride to rest and now you were ready to give them hell all over again. They would earn your captivity, or you would earn your escape.

“Don’t you ever give up?” A relatively high-pitched male asked through his teeth. He was farther away so he wasn’t the one holding you, fighting to get you into wherever you were going.

You grunted curses at them in English and Korean through your gag as you were dragged from the car and fell hard to the cold ground.

“Just give it to her now. It will make this easier.” A gruffer voice in your ear ordered.

His words spurred you to fight even harder in a panic. Give you what? Drug you? Knock you out so you were easier to handle? Fuck that! Who knows what they would do to you once you were out and couldn’t fight. And who knows where they would take you! You wouldn’t even have a semblance of how long you were out to know what time it was!

Another set of hands joined in restraining you, grabbing at your flailing legs to stop your kicking. You continued to fight, screaming through the gag as loud as you could and hoping someone – anyone – would hear you and come to help.

No one did. Your head was roughly jerked to the side, making your neck crack painfully, then a sharp painful prick as a needle was stabbed hard into the side of your neck. It was only seconds before the world you could hear around you started to muffle and your body became heavy and sluggish. You couldn’t remember how to find your legs to keep kicking and fighting. You couldn’t even keep your head from flopping uselessly back.

You remember very little after that. You were in and out of consciousness. There were voices and something was placed into your right hand, and it was forcefully moved as someone talked close to your ear. You couldn’t make any words out. At some point, way after you lost track of any sense of time or place the gag, and blindfold were removed and the handcuffs gently unlocked and taken off. You remember the too bright light after being blindfolded for so long and the relief of having the painful cuffs taken off.

There were warm hands on your face, gentle fingers rubbing your sore wrists. Blurry figures closer to you and raised voices. It got harder and harder to remember why you were fighting to stay awake. You were so tired, so heavy. The darkness and liquid in your mind were wo inviting. Promising a moment of peace and ease. And soon you finally gave up and let the blackness take hold. Floating in the pool in your mind.

Forcibly dragging yourself out of the pool an unknown amount of time later, the first thing you became aware of is that you were laying on your back on a soft surface. The second was a gentle brush across your forehead and voices arguing nearby in Korean.

You sprang up and away from the unknown fingers touching you, ready to fight to escape again. Still half awake and unable to find your balance you stumbled towards a door, not paying attention to anyone or anything around you.

A big man next to the door stepped in front of it and reached out to grab your upper arm tightly in the same move.

“Lemmego.” You slurred out trying to pull your arm from his grasp and get away.

“Hey, hey, hey, let her go!” Someone ordered behind you. You flinched away from that voice as well, overwhelmed, surrounded, and confused about what was happening. But the big guy obeyed the second voice and let you go, staying firm in front of the door.

You backed away and hunched in on yourself, trying to wake yourself up the rest of the way, gripping your head and shaking it, trying to get your thoughts and memories in order. What was happening? Where are you? Who else was here? You stumbled when your heel hit a wall unexpectedly.

“Go slow. You’re okay.” The second voice coaxed as hands entered your vision reaching towards you but not touching you. Just ready to catch and help you if you needed it.

You glanced up to see a very familiar face belonging to the hands, and you were even more confused. “What in the fuck is happening?” You were happy my words came out clearer than before, loud and firm, even if your mouth and throat were so dry that the short sentence made you cough painfully.

A second, very familiar man handed you a small cup of water, making sure it was steady in your hands, but being respectful about your space at the same time. “Drink, we will explain everything. You’re safe here.” The words were glittered with an Australian accent, making your ears twitch and brain spark.

As you slowly sipped at the water, you took in more of who was in the room with you. There were 4 unfamiliar faces, security from the looks of em. One stood in front of the only door in the room, blocking anyone from getting out or in, the others were in corners of the room, watching you very closely. An older man, JYP, who you were only mildly surprised to see at this point. And 3 members of Stray Kids. Han and Felix were closest to you, hovering close and looking worried. BangChan was currently arguing with JYP, hushed and inaudible from this distance, but with the way they occasionally gestured in your direction you could guess what it was about.

Completing your survey of the room you let your eyes land on Felix – who had promised you an explanation – and raised your eyebrows expectantly and waited, silently contemplating the strange warm safe feeling in your chest when you looked at him and Han.

He laughed awkwardly. “Hi, um…I’m Felix. Ah, this is Han.”

“No shit.” You responded. You were meeting your favorite idols in the worst possible way. you have been kidnapped, drugged, bruised, and god knows what else. My sarcasm and snark will not be contained.

Han rubbed his palms on his thighs in nervousness and Felix glanced behind him to BangChan, possibly looking to him for help.

“I want to go home.” You announced loud enough for BangChan and JYP to hear you clearly.

JYP immediately snapped his attention to me mid-sentence. “No, you will not leave.”

You backed flush against the wall and away from the room full of men in front of you. “Are you telling me Stray Kids and JYP have kidnapped me and are now holding me hostage?” You asked voice going up and down in pitch as the fear coursed through me and turned my blood cold. “What are you hoping for? I’m no one. And I have no family to pay a ransom.”

“You aren’t a hostage. You belong to us now.” JYP responded. Somehow this was even worse. The surety and finality of his words made a sob start to build in your chest.

“Fuck! No, you don’t!” BangChan was quick to correct, eyes wide. “You can’t just say shit like that!” He snapped at JYP. JYP shrugged unconcerned with the matter and unapologetic.

You couldn’t help the anxiety and fear filled tears that formed and fell from your eyes. You were so overwhelmed with everything that had happened and now you were being held against your will in some kind of nightmare scenario that should be saved only for fanfiction.

“No, no, no, no! Don’t cry!” Han immediately started fretting around. He pulled several tissues from a box on a side table and patted at your cheeks gently, either ignoring or not noticing you flinch away.

“She signed the soul marriage certificates already and they have been turned in. Its official.” JYP argued with BangChan, ignoring your tears altogether.

“I did what?” You asked sniffing. You didn’t remember signing anything and you definitely didn’t remember meeting your soulmates. You scratched absently at the 8 banded mark you were born with on your thigh.

You were always glad it was easily covered and hidden. As happy as you were to have 8 soulmates, having a soulmate mark and bond was getting rarer and rarer as time passed. People out there were in mixed reactions to them now. Some were indifferent, some hated anyone with one, some hated anyone without one, and some were extremely and sometimes violently jealous of anyone with one. They blamed their last soul incarnations for breaking the soul bond their souls had once had.

“You drugged her and forced her to sign! She doesn’t even remember doing it J!” BangChan was getting exceedingly angry and frustrated with the whole messed up situation and you could see it on his face. It made your leg twitch towards him, automatically wanting to go and comfort him. The feeling confused you. Maybe it was just because you were such a big fan and hated seeing him upset. (Even if it was secretly also very hot sometimes.)

Felix revealed his own soulmark, which matched yours perfectly. You stared at it dumbfounded. No fucking way were you Lee freaking Felixs soul mate!

Wait a whole fucking minute!

It was well known that Stray Kids were a soul group, unfinished, but all a part of the same soul bond. If Felix was one of your 8 total soul mates, then that means that the other members were too. And that just wasn’t possible. No way was that possible!

“We are your soul mates. Surprise!” Felix said doing small jazz hands and making the Lee Know ‘surprise’ meme pop into your head. You shook it out, now was not the time for Stray Kids memes!

You could feel your jaw drop open and your brain fizzled and went out like a candle. Completely stopped working, frozen on the words Felix just casually threw out and the soul mark he carried with him.

Behind Felix, JYP huffed. “You know why we needed to find her. We discussed this.”

“We discussed searching for our 9th member, not kidnapping and drugging them!” BangChan was nearly yelling how.

Your fear was slowly morphing into anger and disbelief as you got more and more information on what had led up to this moment. You were being used as some publicity stunt for JYP and Stray Kids. They didn’t care that you had spent the last god knows how long scared out of your gourd and fighting for your life as you were bound, blinded, silenced, and whisked away on a plane where they could take you to a place where no one would know you and know that you needed help. They didn’t care that you injured yourself fighting to get away even when you knew you were outnumbered and outgunned. They didn’t care that you were drugged, last thought being how you were going to be raped and sold.

No, they only cared about their views. Their numbers. How much money they could get. They only cared about the benefits for them, they thought nothing of anyone or anything else.

“She looks like Lino when he’s mad.” Felix whispered to Han who just nodded with wide eyes.

You ignored them for now, focused on the two people in charge across the room. “You mean to fucking tell me that I have been, kidnapped, bruised, and drugged all because you wanted some media fucking attention!” Your voice cracked in anger multiple times.

JYP still looked unapologetic as he looked at you bored. “Stray Kids is the largest only bonded K-pop group right now. And being a completed one would set us up.”

BangChan slapped his forehead. “You are not helping the situation!”

You balled up your hands, the now empty cup being crushed in your fist. You were ready to start throwing punched on principle. Mainly towards JYP.

BangChan grabbed a chair and sat down facing me. Han and Felix followed his lead, sitting in the chairs they had vacated when you launched off the couch earlier. “Please sit. I’m Chan. Or Chris. Whatever you are comfortable with.” He gestured to the pleather couch you had woken up on.

You glanced at the couch automatically but didn’t move from your spot against the wall to sit down. You may not be as afraid and confused as before, but you were still being held against your will by very powerful people. You had no doubt that they could make you disappear, and no one would ever ask any questions or even suspect them.

“Please. I know this situation is out of control but let me explain.” BangChan pleaded with you. “After that if you want to leave, I will personally make sure you get home safely and are left alone. I give you my word.” Chan tried to bargain with me.

Huffing shortly, you sat heavily on the couch, tossing the crushed cup on the side table. You sat as far away from the three of them as you could and on the edge of the seat, ready to move at any wrong movement from them. No way would they get a jump on you again. You would let them try and explain their way out of this, then take Chan up on his offer and go home, questioning ever listening to Stray Kids ever again.

Okay no, you wouldn’t question that. You still love the music and there was no way you would be able to just not listen. Their songs occupy most of your playlists and are all top 5 of your favorite songs. Their music was quite literally a part of your everyday life. Woven into your existence and history.

Chan let out a gentle sigh and smiled at you thankfully. “First off, I am so sorry. About everything. Its true that we were starting to really look for you, but it was never supposed to be like this.”

“If we did it your way, we never would have found her!” JYP put in, arms crossed and rolling his eyes.

“And now we may lose her because you just had to do it your way.” Felix snapped back. He immediately looked shocked at himself for speaking out like that and if you were in any other situation you would laugh. As it was you are so messed up in the head that you felt the tiny bubble of humor wanting to break free and make your lips tilt up.

Chan ignored them both. JYP wanted to find you for media attention. We would be the largest completed and only bonded in the industry. It would be huge for Stray Kids and by default JYPE.”

“You are not making this any better. At all.” You informed him. He was only making them seem worse and worse.

Han nodded in agreement with me. “Honestly, you are making us sound horrible.”

“We kinda are.” Felix grumbled. Chan absently reached over and rubbed his back to comfort him. You were again struck with a fluttering as you wanted to fangirl over the sweet moment.

“We weren’t just looking for you for that. It was only a bonus for Stray Kids. A means to get JYP to lend us resources to help in the search. We wanted to complete the bond. Desperately.” Chan stressed. “We have been feeling your absence for years and it was starting to get to us. The need to complete the bond and be all together was overwhelming.”

“We were going to woo you.” Han agreed again.

You almost snorted at his old-fashioned words. “Woo me. Wow. Well, you did a great job. Really. I’m so wooed right now its insane.” Your sarcasm dripped from your words like liquid.

“We didn’t know JYP would go this far, or we would have stopped him. Everyone is super mad. And worried. You were really out of it earlier.” Felix explained. He bit his lip and wrung his hands. You had the feeling he wanted to reach out to you. And normally your STAY heart would jump (then swoon) at the chance, but not right now. Not under these circumstances. Even if the pull to do so made the muscles in your arms clench.

“Bin was ready to start hitting the asses who bruised you up. It took 3 of us to calm him down.” All 3 of them looked down at your wrists.

You looked too. You hadn’t done a physical inventory since you woke up. You were just happy you still had clothes on. But now you looked. Your hands and wrists were covered in nasty looking bruises and red welts from the cuffs and zip ties. Your upper arms had long slim finger shaped bruises going around them in several spots and some shallow scratches from nails. There were various over scrapes and bruises that you assumed you got while fighting. You lift a hand to your neck where you remember the needle jabbing into your skin. You felt the sting of a bruise and the irritation of the injection site. “What was I drugged with?” Its not like you would know what it was, but somehow just knowing would make you feel better.

JYP snorted. “Doesn’t matter. Even if you go to the hospital, it’s undetectable. You can’t prove we drugged you.”

You scowled at the side of the mans head. “I don’t like you.” You announced plainly. Childish? Yes. But worth it. It needed said. The man was a creepy ass dick!

Felix let out a barking laugh while both Chan and Han ducked their heads to hide their amusement.

“I didn’t ask, and I don’t care.” The man retorted. Now you did laugh. The whole of this mans life revolved around getting attention.

“Yeah, you do. You crave attention like a whore. It kills you.”

“Alright, alright! This isn’t helping. Can we talk to her alone?” Chan cut in before JYP could respond to you.

JYP stormed from the room without a word, almost shoving past the security guard still standing in front of the door. The security all went with him, slamming the door on the way out.

The entire room seemed to relax as soon as they were all gone. The tension lessened by waves.

“What’s your name?” Chan asked.

“Y/n. F/n L/n.” You respond automatically even as you suspected they were all already very aware of what your name was and just wanted to be polite. The act of being normal humans and not idols did actually help put you at ease despite the situation still being sketchy.

“Pretty name. Its very nice to finally meet you, y/n. And I really hope you will give us a chance to show you we aren’t horrible people who kidnap others.” Chan had a hopeful look on his face. And as appealing as it sounded, you didn’t think it would be a logical decision to stay.

Now Felix did reach forward and grab your hands, gently and loosely so you could easily escape his grip if you wanted. He looked a little crazed gazing up at you with wide, watery, pleading eyes. “Please give us a chance. Meet the others, stay for a couple weeks! We can find you a bed in our apartment!” He begged. “Let us make this up to you!”

“We could also put you up in a hotel if you are more comfortable putting some space between us.” Han added. Felix looked at him scandalized, but didn’t argue like you knew he wanted to.

You watch Felix trace circles on the back of your bruised hands gently so he didn’t hurt you. Your ultimate life goal had always been to find your soul group. And now here they are – well, some of them. And you could feel the sense of comfort and home just from the 3 soul mates here now. People say that when the bond is complete, it's unlike any feeling of comfort and completeness you have ever felt before or will ever feel again. They say that having an incomplete bond is like the feeling of phantom limb pain. It's there, but not there, and it hurts.

Since you had never met any of them the feeling of emptiness was normal to you. You didn’t even notice it, even if sometimes you felt like you were always searching for something or craving something you could never quite reach. The 8 of them having an almost complete bond would cause enough phantom limb pain to drive anyone to drastic measures after long enough. Not that that excused anything that was done to you over the last day or so.

If I left them now it would hurt not only you, but them as well. And it would possibly break the bond forever. It would be the end of this soul group in any incarnation of our souls.

At the same time, since this is the way it went down, how could you stay. You knew what would happen. It wouldn’t be just about your life being flipped upside down. Or dropping everything and moving to Korea. STAY would find out about the kidnapping. They are the best detectives out there. You want something found, ask a STAY. And it would all be over, for all of us.

That being said, now that you know the feeling of being near a soul bond mate, could you go without it? Would you be able to survive the pain. They would have each other. You would have no one. You would go back to no one. You would go back to no family, a dead-end job that pays shit and you hate. And an overpriced crappy apartment you couldn’t stand.

You were smart. If you could stay hidden from STAY and dispatch long enough, you could find a way around the negative start to this whole situation. A way to permanently cover up the kidnapping and bury it forever. It’s not like anyone would ever report you missing. You had no friends; you hated everyone in your life. Barely tolerated them. And the little family you once had were all gone now. It was just you. And since you were a no call no-show at work, you didn’t even have a job to go back to anymore. Maybe a new adventure is needed. But on your terms.

“I don’t want to have to deal with JYP alone, ever. That man gives off paedo vibes like nothing else. He is creepy and gross.” This was non-negotiable. You couldn’t stomach the man.

Chan nodded. “We can work with that.”

You took a deep breath and squeezed Felixs hands still holding yours. “Then ill stay.” You held up a finger as they all smiled widely. “But it has to be kept quiet until we figure out a way to keep the kidnapping a secret.”

They nodded. Felix squealed and swung my hands. Han’s smile reached both ears and showed lots of gum. And Chan looked deeply relieved.

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[egberts]

we are finally home after a busy day. if you don't know already, callie passed away this morning. she fought so hard for the last month and held on for long enough that everyone who knows her and loves her got to see her and say goodbye while she was still in good spirits. unfortunately in the days leading up to this morning she suddenly rapidly declined again and we knew it was time. i won't go into the sad details but despite her condition she continued to love and be loved. she fell asleep in my arms leading up to her final moments, and we got to give her so many hugs and kisses. it didn't take long for the medicine to take her when it was finally time, she was already so weak. her personality has always been so quirky, it was hard to see her decline but she was still so full of love to the very end.

immediately after she passed alana and i went to a boardwalk nature trail and just walked for a while before going for ice cream (the cashier was incredibly nice to us, we must have seemed in need of cheering up because this was a theme of the day)

after ice cream we came home and cleaned up callie's things. vacuumed up some of the cat hair and packed away her furniture and the things we wanted to keep, we set aside some things for her memorial space, and we took everything else to the animal shelter.

just packing up her things was already somewhat cathartic but while at the shelter we decided to visit with the kitties and this was actually a very good idea. it was so bizarrely comforting, seeing and holding the small lovable kittens and realizing in a way that one day we will be able to get a cat as loving as callie was and it will be easy to fall in love with it too.

after the animal shelter, we had to swing by our house again to get the bulk pack of wet food that was delivered, very cruel irony there. it was a $50 box so i reached out for a refund and was given one pretty much immediately and told not to return the food, which gives us a reason to go back to the shelter on monday and donate this food too. (and visit more kitties of course)

we were probably keeping ourselves busy subconsciously, but it was good for us i think, because next we went to a state park and just enjoyed some time by the ocean. we saw so many crabs and even a heron came right up to us!

and you'd think that's the end of the day's adventure but no, after that we went to get pizza for dinner (because cooking is just not an option right now iykyk) and we saw a deer!! a freaking random deer after already seeing a random heron, it was just amazing.

finally we went to target to grab some necessary groceries as some kind of weird semblance that even though callie is gone life has to go on.

i am not kidding when i say every single other human we had to interact with today was nothing but kind to us. all friendly smiles. we didn't tell any of them what happened and yet every single one of them from the ice cream shop girl to the lady at the state park and even the target self checkout person. it was genuinely a beautiful day despite everything. it almost feels like callie's loving energy was just with us throughout the day.

i'm going to miss her so much, and knowing she's gone forever is very hard but i don't think i could've asked for a better experience with it. now it's time to finish up the last bit of cleaning and take a much needed shower.

after her urn and ashes arrive i'll post one final callie update, but as of now this is it. she is gone, resting in peace on the other side of the rainbow bridge. our sweet angel baby 💗

the cutest gradient trio ever btw

[perlelune]

Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry | vi.

Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.

Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Forced Masturbation, Filming, Blackmail

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

"You know you shouldn’t lead him on like that," Mindy muses from your bed, her eyes not lifting from the Stephen King novel she’s engrossed in. 

You place your phone above the vanity drawer after hanging up. You just decided on another study meetup with Ethan. 

It’s been a few weeks since he began tutoring you. There’s been a sharp improvement in your grades and you’re starting to believe that maybe you’ll be able to graduate just like the rest of your friends. 

Before, all those things felt as unreachable as the stars in the sky. But Ethan, with his kindness and unlimited supply of patience, made it a reality. 

Sure, you won’t be a top student anytime soon, but at least now there’s hope of you not failing the course and falling behind. 

"What? I’m not leading him on. Ethan and I are just friends," you defend, puckering your lips as you apply the finishing touches to your makeup before the big game. Your gaze keeps bouncing to the clock. The playoffs begin in a little less than an hour. 

Tensions are high tonight. This is no regular game as whichever team wins will go on to compete in the national championship. 

It’s one of the reasons Chad and most of the guys on the team have been in a weird mood all week. 

Besides, honor’s at stake when a team plays on their own turf. 

The pressure’s been off the charts for the cheer squad too, Alana having run the team into the ground to perform well today and not miss a single step. 

Despite how exhausted you are, you’re almost thankful for that. Focusing on cheerleading has helped you file away that god awful night. 

The humiliation you experienced still burns a hole inside you whenever you remember it.

While you can’t quite shake the lingering sensation of being watched, you can at least try to reclaim a semblance of normalcy. 

Hopefully Ghostface had his fill of tormenting you and won’t do anything like that ever again. 

Mindy arches her brow and scoffs, "It’s pretty obvious he’s got some desperate puppy crush on you." Under her breath, she mumbles, "...And I’m still not entirely convinced he’s not Ghostface."

You pause, the tip of your lipstick almost snapping as you press it tight against your mouth. You unleash a heavy sigh and whirl to her, brows drawing together.

"Mindy, please. Not that again," you plead. 

It's not the first time your best friend has shared her doubts regarding Ethan and you wager it won't be the last.

Every time she catches you texting him or hanging out, disapproval paints her features. She also squints and gestures at him that she’s watching him whenever she crosses paths with him. 

It saddens you that she can’t get along with him and won’t relent regarding her suspicions. 

Ethan’s helped you so much. It’s unfair that your best friend keeps claiming he’s a murderer without any evidence to back it up. 

And outside of tutoring, he’s been a great friend to you, always here to wipe your tears and listen to you talk about anything, however trivial. Every time you ramble on about cartoons, your collection of stuffed animals and how you’d love to get more, clothes or anything really…Ethan wears that same fond smile on his face. 

Outside of Chad, you never had a guy best friend. Unfortunately since getting into college, you haven’t seen much of him since he’s so well liked and has developed such a large circle of friends. 

So Ethan’s a breath of fresh air. 

You relish the ability to talk without fear of judgment or being belittled for the things you pluck joy from or how forgetful and absentminded you can be sometimes. 

Ethan has not made fun of you once for misremembering a word or your tendency to get lost around campus. Instead, he escorted you to class and promised to be with you more often so it doesn’t happen. He also agreed with you that it’s not your fault because every building looks the same, which everyone in your friend group laughed at you for mentioning before.

Mindy leaps from the bed, exclaiming, "Come on, Ethan? Shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky." She lets out a humorless laugh. "Maybe he went all 'if I can’t have you, no one can' and decided to get rid of the competition…permanently."

Your eyes roll as she concludes her theory with a repeated stabbing motion towards her throat.  

"You’re ridiculous." You get back to gauging your reflection. As you adjust the pink bow in your hair, you add, "Ethan’s cool. And I can actually understand some of the stuff Professor Atkins says in class now thanks to him."

In the mirror, you watch a sullen Mindy fold her arms behind you. 

"I still don’t trust him." She flicks her hands skyward and exhales in defeat. "But I can’t tell you who to hang out with."

You step away from the vanity to make your way to your pouting best friend. She accepts your hug, a deep scowl still etched on her face. 

"Let’s just drop it, okay?" you offer. "I hate arguing with you."

Mindy sighs against your shoulder.

"I’m just trying to keep you safe."

Leaning back, you squeeze her shoulders and smile. 

"I know, and I love you for it…but you gotta ease off him, Min." She groans at that, tossing herself back onto your bed with her arms spread. As she glowers at the ceiling, you maintain, "Ethan’s been an amazing friend to me."

More curses are grumbled under her breath. Shoulders slumping, you elect to give it a rest and stop trying to convince her. 

You know how stubborn Mindy can be. There will be no changing her mind tonight, or anytime soon. 

Casting the upsetting topic aside, you hop to the center of the room and spin in your cheerleader outfit.

"How do I look?"

"Like a fembot specifically designed to appeal to the male gaze," Mindy deadpans. 

You angle your head sideways. "Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

She chuckles and smiles at you before elaborating, "You look smoking hot, babe." The befuddled frown on your face vanishes, an elated grin supplanting it. Mindy returns to her reading and gives you a thumbs-up. "Break a leg."

Grimacing, you grab your pom-poms from underneath your bed and head for the door. 

"Hopefully not or Alana will kill me."

You’re on your way to meet up with your squad when you stumble upon Ethan in the hallway. As usual, he’s dressed simply in a blue button-up and dark slacks, damp locks of his curly mane kissing his forehead. 

He greets you in that bashful way he does while you beam at him, shaking your pom-poms. 

You jog in his direction with a bounce in each step.

"Ethan, hey!"

His gaze widens as it roams over you, pink dusting his cheeks. 

"Wow, you look…"

Placing a hand on your hip while the other lifts your pom-pom above your head, you adopt a cheerful pose. 

"Cute?" you suggest. 

Ethan’s throat ripples as he gapes at you. 

For a while, he only does that, stare at you open-mouthed. 

His face then turns an even brighter shade than before as he dips his head down momentarily. 

"Y-Yeah. Something like that," he stammers. 

His reaction drags an amused chortle out of you. You surmise it’s the first time you’ve addressed him in your full cheerleader getup and he must be somewhat taken aback. 

"I didn’t know you liked sports," you observe.

He shrugs.

"Not particularly but everyone is going and Chad’s my roommate." He points at the camera hanging from his neck. "I also kind of got roped into taking pictures for the school paper."

Some of the other cheerleaders wave at you as they’re running out to the field. The impatient clamor of the crowd already swells from the bleachers, loud enough to be heard even from the corridor. 

One of the girls from the squad, Lisa, stops as she catches sight of you and Ethan. A quiet conversation flows between the two of you, an inquiry swaying in her hopeful blue orbs. 

You give her an imperceptible nod and she smiles at you, quickly averting her gaze and striding away when Ethan glances from her to you with a look of utter confusion on his face. 

"What the hell was that about?" he asks, thick brows drawing together.

"About that…It’s good that I ran into you because there's something I meant to tell you, hm, more like ask you."

He inches closer, his eyes on you wide and alert. 

"Ask me what?"

A sliver of hesitation zips through you but you remember the promise you made just a few hours ago at cheer practice. 

You can’t back down. 

You swallow a lungful of nerve and reveal, "So…one of the girls in my squad sort of has a massive crush on you."

"Oh," he exhales, his shoulders sagging. His smile fades, understanding seeming to dawn on him. "You mean that girl I just saw?"

You nod and explain,  "Her name’s Lisa." He considers you blankly. You wave your hands in front of yourself. Words rush out of your mouth in an apprehensive string. "I know. I know. Trying to set up your friends is so cringe but she noticed you since the beginning of the year. The thing is she’s shy and doesn't know how to approach you. I promised her to ask you if you’d be interested in hanging out sometime." You twiddle your thumbs and mumble, "She’s super pretty and so nice, and she’s even into that same board game you told me about the other day…" You trail off, forehead creasing as you try to remember the name. 

Ethan tonelessly corrects you when you misspell the name of the game. 

You perk up and giggle, "Right. She just told me. I don't know how I forgot."

Ethan studies you long enough that it becomes unnerving and you start fidgeting under his sizzling focus. 

You grow nervous, wondering what he’s thinking. Usually, you wouldn’t meddle with anyone’s love life. But Ethan’s done so much for you. If possible, you want to do something for him too.

You just don’t know what you could do to thank him. 

Setting him up with someone from your squad seemed like a good idea, especially since you’re pretty sure Ethan’s single. You haven’t seen him hang around any other girl besides you. 

A heavy sigh drops from Ethan’s chest as his lips lift into a small half-smile. 

"The thing is, I already like someone," he confesses, patting his camera.

Your eyes bulge as a wave of embarrassment washes over you. 

"You do? I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize." You blink up at him in curiosity. "Who is she? Does she know?"

He chuckles. "She doesn’t know anything."

You approach him and squeeze his arm encouragingly. 

"Well you’re awesome so if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, you’re allowed to move on."

Ethan lets out another wry laugh. 

"If only it were that simple."

Your brows knit. "What do you mean?"

He runs his hand through his thick curls and exhales a long, weary breath. 

"She’s all I can think about. Literally." He pauses, his gaze corralling yours. "Every hour of every day, I think about her."

"Wow, that’s intense." You rub his forearm and send a sympathetic smile. "Sounds like it’s more than just a crush. Sounds like you’re in love with her."

"Yeah, I guess I am. Silly me, huh?"

"Don’t say that. I’m sure things will work out in the end. You deserve to be happy, Ethan."

His attention on you sharpens before a slow smile unfurls on his lips. 

"You know what? I think I do."

"Of course you do."

Your answer makes him smile wider. 

The moment is shattered when one of the players wedges himself between you and Ethan and steals an ephemeral, chaste kiss from you. 

The buff brunette quarterback flashes you a pearly grin.

"A kiss for good luck?" he says, winking at you.

"Uh, sure," you reply shyly, butterflies swarming your belly. 

He smiles at you one last time before jogging towards the stadium. 

"Who’s this guy?"

You blink, Ethan’s deep, blunt voice startling you. 

Pivoting back to him, you explain, "Oh. Tyler and I met at the boba shop the other day. It’s too early for anything serious but he’s cute and has been super nice to me."

It’s been pleasant to bask in some sense of normalcy again after what happened last month. You craved it. Tyler’s easygoing, fun to be around and he’s never pressured you to do anything once. 

Ethan’s jaw clenches as he scoffs, "Do you just go for every guy who buys you candy or gives you some half-assed compliment?"

Your mouth hangs open in shock. "Ethan? What do you mean?" 

He scrutinizes you for a few seconds before sighing and moving to walk away. 

"Nothing. Don’t worry about it."

The hand you wrap around his wrist stops him, Ethan halting in his tracks. You tug him back with a contrite pout, your concerned gaze rising to meet his. 

"I am going to worry about it. Ethan… Did I say something upsetting? I feel like maybe I did. I'm sorry about Lisa. I thought she'd be your type. She's everyone's type."

"Well, she isn't mine," he replies icily. 

Budding tears tickle the back of your eyes but you repress them. It’s not the time to weep. The game’s about to start. 

So you swallow them with ease, deciding you’ll give Ethan a proper apology later on. 

Instead you give a sunny smile and ask, "Are you coming to hang out with everyone after the game? We all decided to meet up for chili fries and beers whatever the outcome is."

Ethan’s eyes fall on your hand wrapped around his wrist. He shifts your grip so your small hand rests in his larger one. He studies your twined hands, rubbing his thumb against the back of yours. 

When he looks at you again, a glint dances in his chestnut orbs. 

"Thanks but I’m gonna be busy actually." He flashes you a broad grin. "I just remembered I have some trash I need to take out."

~

[thepenguinweeb]

Hello hello! I am a little shy but may I please have a Kakyoin x reader fic where the reader is a healer? Thank you :)

`` To mend a broken heart. ``

[ Kakyoin Noriaki x healer!reader ]

[ You're the healer of the Stardust Crusaders. ..Who happens to be Kakyoin's childhood friend. And his biggest crush. This should go well.. ]

[ # Pining (kinda), jealousy, angst with no comfort, a bit canon-divergent, Kakyoin being insecure af ]

[ A/N : uhm this was supposed to be just a nice soft fic. But I felt evil and got carried away sorry teehee ]

Your ability to heal has always fascinated him.

No, that's not entirely true. You have always fascinated him.

Kakyoin Noriaki. Your teammate, your best friend since childhood, and now your secret admirer.

He knew you were special from the moment he laid eyes on you, but it took him a while to learn and recognize what he was actually feeling.

But now you're all he thinks about, and it makes him ache. The two of you would never be together. How could someone like him be the boyfriend of someone as perfect as you?

He sat on the edge of his bed, his head resting in the palm of his hand. He's thinking of you, again. Of how he wished you were with him right now, but instead he had to share a hotel room with Joseph.

What made it worse? The walls were paper-thin and he could hear everything from the neighboring room, which just so happened to belong to you and Jotaro.

"I'm fine, seriously.. I'm telling you-- will you get that thing away from me?"

"Oops, sorry Jotaro! [Stand name] likes not listening to me. Come here, you-!"

He smiled to himself. Your Stand, ironically, has been a pain for you ever since you developed it as a child. You could never quite get it to listen. You'd always come to him for help.

"But, to be fair.. you do need my Stand to help you, Jotaro. You look a little worn out."

Before he heard Jotaro give any semblance of a response, you continued, "I care about you a lot. I don't want you to get hurt."

And his smile quickly faded. You probably liked Jotaro more than him.. of course.

What did Jotaro have that he didn't?

"Hey, Kakyoin." The raspy voice snapped him out of his thoughts. In his sadness, he had completely forgotten about Joseph. "You alright?"

He let out a sigh. "Yeah," he said, though even he knew it wasn't convincing. "I'm fine."

He heard your voice through the walls again and his frown deepened. As did his longing for you.

And Joseph clearly noticed.

"Ahh, I see. Teen romance, eh?" Kakyoin internally cringed at his tone, and just buried his head into his hands. But unfortunately for him, Joseph is a persistent man. He would not leave him alone unless he got the entire story.

He groaned quietly. "How'd you know?" Kakyoin asked, lifting his head just enough to peek at the old man, who was now grinning at him like a child.

"Oh, come on, it's so obvious!" Joseph laughed, putting an arm around the redhead's shoulder. "You look at her like she just descended from Heaven every time you see her."

Kakyoin could feel a soft shade of red tint his cheeks in embarrassment at being called out. "..is it that bad?" He muttered.

"Oh yeah." He only chuckled in reply. "You've got it bad."

Footsteps echoed across the hallway, and before Kakyoin could register, you stepped inside.

"I don't mean to intrude," you began, "I just want to check on Kakyoin."

The way you smiled at him made his heart skip a beat. Joseph was right.. he had it bad.

"Ah, that's alright." Joseph stood up from his seat. "I was just about to head out."

"Where are you heading, Mr. Joestar?" You asked curiously.

"Well, y'see," he started, shooting a knowing glance at Kakyoin. "There's been a small.. issue. So me and you have to switch rooms." He didn't miss the questioning look on the teen's face. "Is that alright?"

You were surprised for a moment, but quickly nodded. "Yeah, of course! I don't mind."

"Great." Joseph patted you on the back. "Have fun, you two," he called out before making his leave.

Kakyoin had to hold back another sigh. Of course the old man would try to fix his mess of a love life. But, he supposed he had to be grateful.. his wishes were granted.

His body froze up a bit when he felt your hand touch his shoulder. "Kakyoin?" Your voice called out to him in a soft tone.

He shook himself out of his thoughts. You were here for a check-up.. though, you'd probably stay now that Joseph got you to switch rooms. "Uh, right-"

You gently took his hand, examining the scratches on it. It was still stained scarlet from the fight which had only happened about an hour ago. That wasn't the only part of him that was red though.

He could only hope you wouldn't notice.

He barely even registered that you'd manifested your Stand and were working on healing his wounds. He was too preoccupied with admiring your face to notice that the dried blood was slowly disappearing and the scratches were closing.

"There," You said, rubbing your thumb over the place where the wounds used to be.

Kakyoin flashed you a smile and gave you a nod. "Thanks, [Y/N]. You're a lifesaver."

"Oh, it's nothing, really-" you insisted, but your voice trailed off once he took your hand. Too much? He couldn't help but think. He didn't wanna break any boundaries with you.

"It isn't nothing," he reassured you. "I really appreciate it, you know. You and all the work you put into taking care of us."

There was a moment of silence. He just stared into your eyes fondly. He took in your expression, how your eyes seemed to widen a little at his words.

"Although, uh.." he added, admittedly in a slightly awkward way. "I'm sure everyone does."

You chuckled and pulled him into a hug. The world around him froze, and he felt as if the butterflies in his stomach could burst right through him at any moment. The only thing that mattered to him was you.

"Thanks, Kak-"

"Please. You know can call me Noriaki."

You smiled. "Thanks, Noriaki."

That small moment of peace and quiet was much appreciated. The two of you sat there as you pulled back from the hug, content with the silence.

Until the high-pitched shriek which came from outside interrupted you, soon followed by Polnareff bursting into the room.

"[Y/N], YOU'VE GOT TO COME QUICK!" He shouted. "IGGY'S GOTTEN INTO A FIGHT- DO SOMETHING WITH THAT DOG!"

You let out a sigh, but you didn't hesitate to help out. You never did. That's what Kakyoin loved about you.

"I'll be back soon," you said to him, and the two of you parted with a wave.

It was strange, yet he couldn't help but feel like there was an emptiness inside him.. a gaping hole in his heart without you there to complete him.

You sprinted across the road, despite the fact that you felt like your feet could barely carry you. The tears threatened to spill out of your eyes at every moment, but you continued on.

You knew it wouldn't be easy. You knew the consequences it would carry. You were aware how dangerous DIO was, and still chose to go on the adventure with the rest of the Crusaders. Avdol and Iggy already had to pay with their lives..

But oh, why.. why did he have to take him?

You finally reached Kakyoin, and kneeled down in front of him immediately. The noise of a splash sounded under you. You wanted to ignore the feeling of immense dread, to pretend not to know you were kneeling in his own pooling blood.

It looked bad - no, that wasn't a strong enough word to describe just how terrible of a condition he was in.

But he was still alive, and that fact alone gave you enough motivation to try to save him.

You wasted no time in manifesting your Stand. You tried to focus on his face, instead of the gaping wound on his abdomen, but you couldn't.

His gaze flicked over to you. His eyes no longer carried the same softness he had usually - just a sad, defeated look of sorrow.

"[Y/N]..." he managed to choke out. You placed your hand on his as your Stand did its job. He was already starting to feel colder.

"It's okay. I'm here. You're gonna be alright.." You whispered words of reassurance, but even you could notice the shakiness of your voice. It didn't seem to bother Kakyoin though, as he just smiled.

You wanted to ignore that your hand was starting to get stickier from the blood that slowly poured down his hand. His blood.

You were becoming more and more desperate, and it showed. Your Stand was working hard, but Kakyoin was losing blood faster than your Stand could heal.

What bothered you the most, though?

Kakyoin seemed to have already accepted his fate.

Your hand clutched his tightly as you gritted your teeth in frustration. "You can't give up, damn it.." you muttered, letting out a pained sigh. "You've always wanted to play the hero. Ever since we were kids.." you heard your voice break as you looked at him, and a few tears streaked down your cheeks. "Look where that got you."

Kakyoin, with the little air he had left, let out a huff at your words. His hand reached out to your face, as shaky and weak as it can get, in an attempt to wipe your tears.

"No..." you sobbed desperately.

He was losing blood - and you were losing hope.

"[Y/N]..." his voice was weak and barely audible, but he had just enough strength left to mutter his final words..

"I love you.."

You let out a sob, while he let out his last breath. His body went limp, and now that he was no longer concious, you didn't feel the need to hold back your pain.

"No.. Noriaki, no-!" You wailed. "You- You can't be dead... We were supposed to go home together.. you- you promised.."

More incoherent sounds left you as you kneeled in front of him. You couldn't bear the ache in your body, that undeniable sense of loss and grief.

Kakyoin was gone, and he'd never come back.

It was a horrible thought, but it was the truth, no matter what you did, or how much you tried to deny it. Maybe you were too late, maybe you didn't try hard enough. None of that mattered now, though. You couldn't erase the past.

You could heal all the wounds in the world, treat every small scratch...

...But it was impossible to mend a broken heart.

[awistfulblue]

Duet

Summary: Yuki stumbled upon House of Lamentation's music room. Curious about what other things the room could provide for their human curiosity, Yuki decided to fiddle around the area. After some time, Lucifer heard a melodic tune coming from the music room.

A/N: Replaced "MC" with "Yuki" to avoid confusion. The reason for this, the drabble contains bits of lore of Yuki.

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It was middle of the night (well to Yuki it felt like in the middle of night) when they decided to take an impromptu walk around the HoL. It was a weekend night and their insomnia is hitting them hard. With the piles of paperwork and assignments waiting to be finished in their desk back in their bedroom, sleep was no longer in their agenda for the night.

Yuki: *mumbles* Beel is already asleep and had his fill for the night. So no need to guard the fridge.

The human made their nth lap around the living room and dining room of the night, their night gown dragging on the cold tiled floor while their sheep themed fuzzy slippers protecting the soles of their feet.

Yuki: I could go for a game night with Levi...But that new VR horror game just came out.

Yuki glanced upward before wincing upon hearing a screech and followed by a loud thud.

Yuki: Don't wanna get in the crossfire.

The dual colored haired human let out a snort after remembering a fond memory.

Yuki: We might run to each other again. *shaking their head* I also don't want another fallen figurine happening.

Continuing their walk around the house, Yuki entered the library.

Yuki: I wonder of there are any interesting fiction...

Yuki scoured through the bookshelves for any literary to read the night away, a daunting thought creeped into their mind:

Yuki: Wait. If I'm over here trying to find something read, why can't I just do the assignments??? *Groans*

Yuki: Welp. Down goes my mood to read.

Yuki glanced around the library for any semblance of entertainment before stopping at a specific closed door, the music room.

With newfound interest shining in their eyes, Yuki sauntered over to the closed door before pulling them open, revealing a familiar luxurious room with a grand piano on one side of the room and the planetarium at the next room over with the fountain in the middle.

Yuki: This is the music room. I wonder if there are any instruments other than the piano.

Yuki sat on the piano's bench and started to play a couple of the keys while eyeing their surrounding, trying to guess where the other instruments would be stored in.

A small pout presented itself on their face as they absentmindedly started to play some more of the keys on the large instrument. Disappointed at their failed search for any musical instruments, the human's frown deepened.

Yuki: How insane could it be if there was some secret code enchanted on this piano?

They chuckled at the thought before eyeing for any secret or hidden alcoves. Afterall, a certain prideful demon has his own office hidden within the library.

After getting no response from the piano keys, Yuki decided to play the instrument more seriously.

The piano was never their forte. Due to their short stature, the lengths of their limbs were unfortunately also short in length, causing them to unable to reach some of the keys.

It didn't help that the grand piano was larger than average.

With a defeated sigh, Yuki accepted that there was no other instruments in the "music" room. Feeling betrayed and cheated by the room, the human decided to take things into their own hands.

Recently, their immortal human mentor taught them an interesting spell. A transmutation spell, a spell where one could change the form or structure of an object while maintaining its original material composition.

Yuki: Now... I wonder which item here won't be missed.

Their mischievous gaze landed on a small, simple flower vase that was made of metal.

Yuki: Ah ha! The vase for the body and the stem of the flowers for the strings! The flowers could just be the decor.

The human internally chuckled to themselves before holding the vase close to their chest. Muttering the spell under their breath, the vase started to glow a gentle yellow.

Not long after, the vase's glowing figure started to melt and contort into a different shape, akin to the desired instrument Yuki wanted. A violin.

Yuki: *cough* *cough* Ack...I should've used a wand instead of doing a verbal spell...

Despite the unwanted side effect, Yuki was able to successfully turn the vase and its flower into a violin and its bow. With a large prideful grin plastered on their vase, the human walked towards the planetarium to play the instrument.

Yuki: This place is perfect to play the violin!

Their face lit up as they eyed the bright and glowing decor. The stars twinkled above while the planets and moons swayed around the room. The chains that were attached to the large orbs clinked at itself at each sway.

Yuki: Quiet, peaceful, and the perfect atmosphere to perform!

A small, gentle smile presented itself on the human's face. Yuki carefully positioned the butt of the violin on their left shoulder and angling it downward and to the left. Their right hand held the bow with composed fingers.

With the tune they want in their head, the human started to play their instrument.

(You may play the video below as you read the rest, simply ignore the piano in the background)

...

Lucifer was busy (tiredly) finishing up this week's paper works, he was finally half way there. It was a sight to see, it had been a long time since the plies of finished paper works are taller than the unfinished ones.

The demon sighed as he gave his hand a rest after hours of writing. Rolling his shoulders and stretching his back. It was a habit he picked up from a certain eccentric human. Usually he would continue until someone pulls him out of it, but ever since Yuki started helping with the paper works, Lucifer started to witness certain human activities from them.

Lucifer leaned back on his chair, mimicking how Yuki would use the coach to...crack their back. He was still getting used to hearing a loud pops and cracks without expecting a broken or dislocated bone.

Lucifer: *mumble* Barbatos must have gotten Lord Diavolo to do his paperworks.

The man noted how there were lesser paperworks that were dumped on him by the demon prince. Even if there was an off-chance when the red-head gives him more work, Barbatos and Yuki would always step in and scold him for it. Though, the human tends to take the paperworks.

The demon felt an upward twitch at the corner of his lips.

Lucifer: Hmph. For their rambunctious nature, Yuki have been a huge help, not for my family, but to the Devildom.

🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

All of a sudden, a melodic tune permitted through the walls and into his ears.

Lucifer: Hmm?

His gaze focused on his study door, Lucifer wondered what could be creating that lovely melody. Maybe one of his younger brothers was playing a favorite tune from their beloved anime, or perhaps it was a catchy song they stumbled across while scrolling through media. It could even be an old classic or just something soothing to listen to while drifting off to sleep. But in the end, he set those thoughts aside.

The melody felt...more real. It didn't sound like it came from an electronic device or from a gramophone. The music felt real, raw even.

Lucifer: *looks at his desk clock* Its late. My brothers should be either asleep or in their rooms.

With a tired sigh, Lucifer stood up from his chair and walked out of his study, making the melody more audible. To his surprise, the melody came from the next room over, the music room.

Lucifer: Someone's playing in the music room? This late at night?

The demon was not only confused as to why someone would be playing an instrument at such a late time, but also...When did they have any string instrument?

Lucifer: I'm certain that we only have a piano placed in there...Unless someone decided to either buy or rent a new instrument.

He hummed while deep in thought as he sauntered towards where the melodic tune was coming from. He could name a few of his brothers that would be interested in playing an instrument, all having their own reasons.

Lucifer: But I would've received a notification for any purchases for an instrument.

The demon walked in to the room with stride before stopping as stared that behold within the room. Beside the large grand piano, stood a human calmly playing a gold-plated violin.

Lucifer was awestrucked. The long sleeves of the human's night gown flowed at each movement of their arms, their body swayed in-rhythm with the gentle melody of the violin, and their face was calm and unbothered as they played the violin with their eyes closed. The demon's ears twitched upon picking up a soft hum from the human.

After what felt like hours for Lucifer, Yuki's eyes slowly opened as they neared the ending of their small performance. A small and prideful smile etched on the human's face as they leaned on the piano after standing for who knows how long.

The human's gaze flickered upwards and stared in shock, realizing that there was another person in the room.

Yuki, face flushed red: LUCIFER?!

The man in question chuckled before strolling towards the blushing human.

Lucifer: I must say...I never thought I've picked such a talented human for the exchange program.

Yuki continued to mutter about how embarrassing the whole situation was while they fiddled with their string instrument.

Suddenly, from the corner of their vision, Yuki watched as Lucifer sat himself on the piano's designated chair before prepping himself to play the large instrument.

Yuki, raising an eyebrow in confusion: Uhh...What are you doing?

Lucifer, smirk: Well? Isn't obvious? I would like to play a piece with you.

Yuki: But--

Lucifer: I have heard that violins and pianos form a wonderful pair.

Yuki, pouts: Don't you have paperworks to finish?

Lucifer hummed, pondered on the human's words before shrugging and positioned his hands and fingers on the keys.

Lucifer: Then, you'll have to merely help me finish them then.

Leaving no room for negotiation or arguements.

Yuki: Why you---*sighs*

Positioning themselves next to the piano and fixing their posture for their violin, Yuki shot Lucifer a smile.

Yuki: Well then, what piece would you like to play?

Lucifer: I'm glad you asked.

From the palm of his, shone a bright light before dissipating and revealed two pieces of paper.

Lucifer: It's an old piece.

He placed one of the sheet on the music stand while levitating the other infront of the human.

Lucifer: I turned your into a version that you'd understand. The sheet music was made hundreds of years ago.

Yuki, nods with a hum: Mhm. I think I could read this.

Scanning the sheet for a while, they noticed certain key signatures that were used indicated at the type of music they were about to perform.

Yuki, snuck a glance at Lucifer: This is a lullaby.

Lucifer nodded.

Yuki: Ready when you are.

🎶

🎵

🎶

🎵

Lucifer: Oh right.

Sneaking a glance at Yuki, he raised a question.

Lucifer: Do you perhaps know what happened to that antique vase that was placed on the table behind me?

The question caused Yuki to play the wrong tune before clearing their throat and continued to play correctly with a few mistakes.

Yuki: O-oh! Uhm...What does it look...like?

Lucifer, smirking: Well...It's a golden vase with a VERY rare flower in it. In fact, if my memory serves me right, it was a welcome gift Barbatos gave to us.

Yuki: Oh! R-Really...now...

Lucifer, nods: Mhm.

Yuki: ...

Lucifer: ...

...

Lucifer: So. Where did you get that violin?

Yuki: ...You know damn well where I got this.

Lucifer laughed before pulling the human to his side, sharing the already small chair with them.

Lucifer: And you already know that I was messing with you. *Kisses the top Yuki's head*

Yuki, blushes: ...a-hole

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[waddledeedee]

Erasermic + Shinsou — Something Akin to Peace

Summary:

After having an anxious day, Hitoshi succumbs to a panic attack in the midst of preparing a bath for himself. Lucky for him, he has two of the best dads he could ever hope for.

word count: 2k

ao3: link

Hitoshi wouldn’t consider himself a germaphobe on any normal day, but when his bad nerves start to flare up in a sudden attack like this, an overwhelming sense of discomfort and germophobia are a common symptom he often can't avoid. Strange of all, it affects his perception of things that would never usually bother him, and the more triggers that are thrown at him, the more and more intense his physical reactions can become.

Upon doing his own research, warm baths are said to help ease tension and anxiety. Shinsou prefers a quick shower compared to a hot, soapy bath, but on days like today when his nerves are especially rattling him, he’s willing to try anything to find some semblance of peace within himself.

Hitoshi doesn’t announce that he’s going to run himself a bath, nor does he ask his parents like he usually does before taking a shower; just the polite ask if either of them needed to get in before he occupied it for the next fifteen minutes or more.

Unfortunately, though, the bathroom is down the hall and in direct line of sight to the living room where Aizawa and Hizashi usually sat, lights dim as they watched the evening news over tea or coffee depending on whether they have a long night ahead of them. Hizashi is quite the air-head by no means of insult; it’s just that his demeanor is always so floaty and energetic that he rarely ever tends to pick up on much unless it’s spelled out directly in front of his face.

His companion, on the other hand, is nothing if not a direct contrast, which is why Shinsou finds himself locking eyes with Aizawa in momentary pause as his hand remained pressed against the light-switch that just illuminated his presence.

Shouta always had this… stare, as if he wasn’t looking at Hitoshi, but straight through him. Shinsou has seen that look on his face a great number of times - this unreadable, nonchalant expression yet with the most piercing, serious, laser-beam eyes - but for some reason, there was always the slightest difference in it when aimed towards Hitoshi specifically, which unfortunately happens more often than not. Perhaps it’s because he knows him well enough by now to realize that Shinsou is the type to keep things to himself or even lie just so he could burden his issues on his own, and as time continues to go by living in this family unit with them, the swifter Aizawa is at catching on when something was off.

No matter what Shouta thinks or doesn’t think, however, that didn’t make Shinsou any more willing to come running to him and spilling his guts, especially when he was overreacting over such pathetic little things or merely overcome by these bad feelings for no reason at all. It was stupid, it was weak, and it was Hitoshi’s burden to bear alone, it always has been.

He downcasts his eyes, flicks on the shower fan, and steps inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him. When he opened the cabinet door, Shinsou sighs through his nose when he saw there were no clean towels. They were probably thrown haphazardly into a laundry basket on his parents’ bedroom floor to be folded and put away later this evening, and while it would only be quick and easy to go out and fetch one before he got into the tub, his skin crawled at the thought of passing Aizawa again, feeling that suspicious gaze burning into the back of his head. 

Hitoshi sucks a deep breath in, murmuring an, “Okay,” under his breath as if to calm himself down and reassure his own mind and body that they would make do. There were still some other towels poked away in the back, and while they are smaller than what Hitoshi would normally use to dry off with, they would have to make do for the night; a little towel is better than no towel, right?

And then came the part that Shinsou dreaded the most of all, the part that made him cringe at the thought of taking baths: having to try and rinse and wash out the tub of any stray hairs or dirt. Normally, he would ask Aizawa to do this part for him whenever he did announce that he was getting a bath or shower, and that tended to keep his cool; he trusted Aizawa’s judgment and sense of cleaning far more than his own inexperience, plus he always looked like he knew what he was doing. Hitoshi wasn’t even sure if he knew how to do it right, as he got down on his knees in front of the tub with a random hand towel in hand. 

He flicked on the shower head and scrubbed at the base of the tub with as much vigor as he could manage, and yet the most noticeable little pecks of dirt, dust- something, wouldn’t dare scrub off and it only made him grit his teeth in further frustration. The hairs he tried to catch in the cloth kept losing its grip and clinging back onto the smooth surface of the tub, there were still places he couldn’t make clean enough to his liking, and of fucking course he didn’t have a strong enough grip in his nails to pull the suction cups attached to the bottom of the bathmat up so he could wash underneath there too like Aizawa always did. He just couldn’t fucking handle this after the horrible day he’s had already.

So Hitoshi does what he does best, right? He gives up. He turns the shower head off so the tap can run properly and goes searching for a bath stopper from the cupboard underneath the sink so the water could start to fill up. He kept playing with the temperature scale, not liking his bathwater too hot or too lukewarm, but once he deemed it good enough, he pressed it in and patiently waited for the water to fill up.

Of course, though it’s never happened before for whatever reason, Shinsou’s clothes managed to get wet from the spray-back of the shower head, which made him feel uncomfortable as hell, as if someone had spilled their drink all over him. There were only a couple of wet patches; the back of his right shoulder and a couple of pecks at his lower back, but what was worst of all was the wet patch that managed to form at the front of his head, making his already greasy hair feel that much more fucking awful. 

So with the on slot of such sudden feelings of intensifying discomfort, Shinsou strips off every thread of clothes until he was left in only his socks, the part of any outfit he always preferred to take off last for some reason. He sits on the floor besides the tub and waits for it to fill, loving the slow, patient course compared to the rush of a shower. At least here in the bathroom, the door was locked and no one could disturb him, nor did they expect anything of him or even tried talking to him unless it was something urgent. In here, alone and in the silence entirely by himself, he could let his guard down and just exist for a few extra minutes, not having to brave a mask of indifference to the whirlwind of pain and feeling clenching in his chest.

These days, for some reason, the rare bath he takes seemed to fill all the more faster than he remembered. He hated that. He tried to procrastinate getting in right away by making the excuse that the hot water would need some time to cool down, but even that felt far too gone. Hitoshi doesn’t even like getting in the bath, he quite disliked it, but it was loneliness and silence for an extended pass of time, and that was too precious to just pass up for such stupid reasons that made no sense to begin with.

He placed one foot in first, testing the temperature and deeming if it was safe to sink in yet or not. It felt really hot on his feet when both made contact with the soapy water, but as he gave in and slowly lowered himself into the bath, the heat felt especially mediocre to the rest of his body. Which could only mean one thing, really…

He wasted too much time. The water had already gone lukewarm, and now so as not to waste so much water, Hitoshiwould have to just sit here and deal with it.

By this point, Shinsou’s anxieties had forgone the point of frustration to the extreme of downright sad, cursing every flaw and fault this day dealt him as if he somehow deserved it. He knew it was stupid and pathetic to ‘cry over spiltmilk,’ so they called it, but when you’re consecutively hit by punch after punch after punch of little mishappenings, it hurts so much fucking worse than having to brave out what is considered actual bad news.

Things started to take a turn for the worse from there, spiraling so far out of Hitoshi’s control that he couldn’t suck in the panic for any longer. The bath water felt so fucking dirty, even though he knows his parents keep this place clean and tidy on a regular basis, but like sitting in a cup of tea too cold to drink was suffocating his entire mind and body. The bath stopper also made this ungodly noise, and while Hitoshi twisted and turned it, inspecting it with his eyes and nails alone, the condition looked perfectly fine so why was the bath water already lowered to the point of his ribs and already making this monstrous growling noise like something he pulled straight up from hell.

That was when his breath began to quicken, quicken, quicken to the point that, despite having sat in the tub for a meager two minutes at the most, he felt he needed to get out. Even his body felt so dirty, legs and thighs stained by suds that the water he splashed refused to wash off without just adding more.

In, out, in, out, in, out, Hitoshi struggled like a bitch as he placed one foot after the other upon emerging from the tub. The bath mat felt soggy beneath his feet and everything felt so fucking gross, even his own skin as he scrubbed the flesh as hard as he could muster with the little towel he left out for himself. He had the overwhelming urge to scratch at his own skin until he tore every inch of flesh off from his body, because every single inch of him felt like it was beyond the hope of cleansing and he had no clue why . It was the germaphobia, the germaphobia that didn’t exist until Shinsoufell into a frantic state and no longer felt comfortable in his own body.

He dried himself off with more vigor than he normally would use, and yet he still didn’t feel dry enough when he forced himself into the fresh change of clothes he left on the counter. Hitoshi had the tendency to get ansty on a normal day over the weird and uncomfortable feeling like he could never dry his crotch off enough to not feel soaking wet in his underwear and pants, even though the skin felt dry to the touch. He kept tugging and pulling at his sweats as if that could help, and the tag of his sleep shirt was rubbing and scratching at the back of his neck so fucking bad- 

“Hitoshi!” There’s a light knocking on the door, a gentle action that contrasted the concern and urgency in his dad’s voice. “What’s going on?! Are you okay in there?!”

Shinsou isn’t sure when he ended up sliding down onto the floor, arms hugging his knees as he curled into himself, but he must of cried out or screeched something for Aizawa to appear so suddenly. The floor felt so fucking disgusting, why would he sit on it, it just made everything feel a million times more worse, he’s getting his clothes dirty and it’s going to smell like that imaginary stench that he breathed into his lungs. 

His chest still felt so sweat, the fabric of his shirt was practically sticking to him. Shinsou had to squeeze his hands into the tightest balls of fists so the sting and pressure of his nails gauging into his palms could alleviate all of these pent up emotions that were forcing themselves out of his body in one form or another.

“I don’t know, I don’t know, it just came over me!” Shinsou’s voice is a broken sob called from his own side of the door, pressing his nose and mouth to his knees as he rocked back and forth, back and forth, unable to get that imaginary stench out of his system. “I c-can’t… I can’t b-breathe, Dad, I can’t-!”

With a forceful kick to the door, Aizawa was able to get it open with an impressive show of ease. Normally, he would of just demanded that Shinsou ‘open the door right now’ if he had rushed off mid-conversation to cry in the bathroom or if he heard traces of sniffles to accompany the tears Shinsou fought to hide from them behind the lock on the bathroom door. But it would seem Shouta understood the severity of the situation even though Hitoshi himself couldn’t comprehend anything beyond the overwhelming feelings taking over his nervous system.

Hizashi stands where Aizawa once stood when the latter drops to a crouch and crawls over to where Hitoshi trembled and cried on the floor. For once, Hizashi was at a loss for words as he stood with his hand pressed over his mouth, expression a mix between pity and his own urge to cry. His eyes did begin to fill up with tears of his own when he finally got a look at his boy, and this is what Shinsou hated more than anything; hurting those closest to him over these stupid little attacks of his.

“Come on, Toshi, don’t do that, please,” Shouta’s voice is a whisper, hurting but still so full of control as he coaxed the hands that Shinsou violently pulled at his scalp in a mantra of shushes. “Shhhh, shhhh, hey, it’s ok, it’s ok. Look at me?”

Why Aizawa, the man with a mind and integrity made up of stone cold steel, would reserve such a painfully gentle tone of voice for him of all people is something Hitoshi doesn’t think he will ever understand, nor ever deserve. Meeting his gaze and seeing such tenderly genuine affection and warmth that his gaze usually lacked, it was almost too good to be real.

“Everything’s going to be alright, ok?” Aizawa utters like it was the most casual promise; like it was so certain that Hitoshi had no choice but to believe it. He brings a hand to his son’s cheek, brushing a thumb along the pocket of tears still pooling and building at his eyelids. “Believe me. You’re the most resilient kid I’ve ever met, not to mention so keen and quick as a whip to catch on to anything you set your mind to.”

But that didn’t mean he sobbed any less when he lowered his head and accepted the loving touch of his dad’s hand to smooth the purple hair at the back of his neck, the skin of his fingers always so warm and dry to the touch.

God, he loved his parents so much…

“If you didn’t have a little bit of vulnerability left in you, I’d worry I turned you into a machine. My training regimens sure are bullet-proof enough to make that happen, but I’m not sorry, kiddo; not when every second I drill into you keeps my son one step closer to evading death and emerging victorious. You feel me?”

When Hitoshi nods his head vigorously, mouth pressed shut and tears still streaming down his face at a steady force, Aizawa whispers an, “Alright,” before slipping his arms through the bed of Shinsou’s knees and bringing him up to a carry, grunting at the crack and pops of his old knee joints.

As his old man turns around and prepares to make for the bathroom door, Hizashi crosses the threshold and approaches his mini family, eyes aglow with his own unshed tears as he caresses the creases in Hitoshi’s forehead with his thumb. Hizashi, too, has this seriously loving expression about him that only made Shinsou want to cry even harder. There was no one who could hug like Hizashi can; if he could melt and cry into that embrace forever, Shinsou would never feel cold again.

“I love you, baby, you know that, right?” Hizashi whispers, his voice quiet and straight-laced as if he could break down crying himself with a single waver of his own. Shinsou absentmindedly presses his forehead further into the warmth of Hizashi’s palm following the silent nod he expressed in return, his own voice hoarse and croaky when he expresses an, “I love you too, pops,” of his own.

Hizashi’s lips manage to stretch beyond it’s reassuring, tight-lip smile that fought to hold back cries, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to Hitoshi’s forehead before following at Aizawa’s heels towards their bedroom.

Hizashi quickly passes them to push the laundry basket out of their path before Aizawa is placing Shinsou in the middle of their king sized bed, the mere scent of the comforter and pillows smelling of a home Shinsou never thought he would ever have once upon a time.

Still in their casual down-time clothes, Aizawa and Hizashi move in on either side of him, what has become the routine for nights when Shinsou’s panic attacks are a little too much for him to bear.

Hizashi drops his head on the pillow beside Shinsou’s shoulder, gazing up at his face as he used his own sleeve to wipe away at the snot staining his upper lip.

Aizawa buries his face into the crook of Shinsou’s neck on his other side, emitting a deep breath in and out of his own before stretching his arm across the waists of both members of his family, holding them both close like he’d risk anything at all not to lose them. Shouta might not be especially skilled at physical combat, but when Hitoshi snuggles into those arms, he feels as if he is in no safer place in the world.

“We love you, kid. So much,” Aizawa’s voice is a grave whisper, face still hidden in Shinsou’s shoulder. Hizashi can actually manage the smallest of smiles at his words, lifting an arm to wrap around Aizawa’s own shoulders before gently caressing his fingertips across his shirt.

As if to emphasize that point, Hizashi lifts Shinsou’s other free hand to his lips and presses another kiss to his kunckles, squeezing his hand firm and seriously.

“And that’s something that won’t never, ever change. You can come to us, about anything and everything at all. It’s our job to protect you, and that it always will be.”

Trying to fight a second onslaught of tears he could feel already burning at his eyes, Hitoshi nods his head vigorously with an even wider, softer smile, returning the pressure of the squeeze in their joined hands.

It didn’t take long for Shinsou’s parents to drift off; Aizawa first, and of course the two cats that were already asleep at the corner of the bed before they even walked in here. They continued to hold each other close, Shouta’s arm still thrown around his middle and Hizashi’s hand still holding Hitoshi’s with no intentions of letting go.

Finally, Shinsou can manage a deep breath in of his own, his body finally allowing itself to deflate and settle down. This, right here, amounts to any amount of peace Hitoshi could ever want…

[m0rkl]

About your Stan goes into the portal AU, does Ford ever find out what happened? How does Stan get back? Does he ever get back? This version of the au is so interesting, the possibilities!

Ohoho, hehe yes! So, I'll need to get into what happens with Ford post-Portal-incident, but yes! Stan does eventually come home! Over the 30 years without Stanley, Fiddlsford moves in with Ford and helps recover the house from the explosion as well as bring Ford back to some semblance of health after months of his mental health being wrecked by paranoia. Both Ford and Fidds install metal plates in their heads to keep Bill out. Ford thinks Stan is still out there somewhere, but wants nothing to do with him. He doesn't remember reaching out to Stan originally, but eventually does want to find out where he is. He sends out postcards without Fidds' knowledge, just hoping to get any sort of response, but eventually gives up when he gets nothing.

Over time, Ford and Fidds settle into new, slightly less dangerous lives and Ford becomes a writer. He starts out writing field guide and scientific texts, but after the birth of the twins Mabel and Dipper, he gets the idea to write children's adventure books. He writes a bunch of fantasy stories based on his childhood adventures with Stan and also hopes that if Stan were ever to see them in stores, he'd reach out. Of course, he doesn't since he's in another dimension.

But growing up, Mabel and Dipper love the books. Its about twins on adventures AND its written by their mysterious grunkle? How could they not? Eventually, the summer of before their 13th birthday roles around and, due to tension in their parents marriage, they get sent to Gravity Falls same as canon.

But instead of finding the journal, Dipper finds one of Ford's unpublished books where he wrote down strange adventures and records of monsters. When the monsters in the book start showing up in Gravity Falls, Dipper wonders how much of the book might be true. Some of these stories involve Stan and a strange portal. There are even some of the blue prints. These are actually dreams and figments of memories Ford has had about the portal incident and Stan. Fiddleford found the journal and hid it for fear of Ford remembering things. The twins start digging into the mysteries around Ford and his estranged brother, realizing that Ford's husband/lab partner has being hiding things. They end up thinking that rather than not wanting to talk to Ford, Stan is actually missing and Fiddleford might have had something to do with it.

Eventually, they end up having a run in with the Cult of the Blind Eye and finding out that Ford has missing memories. They decide they're going to take matters into their own hands and restore what they can of the portal. But Fiddleford catches onto the eventually and the kids think he might be the villain. Then Fiddleford sits them down to explain. Unfortunately, while all this happens, Ford accidentally recovers his memories and is furious with Fiddleford. They fight and he activates the portal. Mabel has her similar scene where she has to decide who to trust and either close the portal or let it stay open.

She trusts Ford and lets it stay open long enough for Stanley to come through. Stan arrives and immediately destroys the portal behind him. He yells at Ford for being stupid and opening it again, then punches him in the face. Then he breaks down and hugs Ford, sobbing with relief that he's finally home.

Whew... okay I wrote a lot here, but I still have a ton to say about this AU haha

[juanarc-thethird]

Anything for ruby’s birthday since it’s today

Sorry for the delay. -----------------------

Jaune: *Playing videogames*

Ruby: *Kicks the door open* Jaune, today is my birthday!

Jaune: *Worry* (OH NO!!!) H-Happy Birthday Ruby.

Ruby: And you know what I want for my birthday?~💕 *She said with seductive eyes*

Jaune: I-I have no idea. (Please don't let it be something lewd)

Ruby: Well, it's something we can do together~💕

Jaune: I see... (Please don't...)

Ruby: It might take us all night~💕

Jaune: All *gulp* night? (She totally means…)

Ruby: Yes, and in the end… We will have a stomachache! The two of us are going trick-or-treating!!

Jaune: *Relieved* Thank good.

Ruby: What's the matter?

Jaune: Nothing, don't worry about it. So, what are you going to dress up as? I can go as-

Ruby: Say no more! I have the perfect costumes for us both.

Moments later...

*DING DONG!*

Neighbor: *Opens the door* What do we have... here?

In front of him was Ruby dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and Jaune as a werewolf.

Ruby: Trick or treat!

Neighbor: Aren't you too old for this?

Ruby: *Serious* You have a nice house, it would be bad if something happened to it.

Neighbor: *Scared* P-Please have some candy.

Ruby: Yay!!

The neighbor put some candy in their sacks and closed the door in fear.

Jaune: I think you scared him.

Ruby: Nah, I don't thinks so. Now give me your candy.

Jaune: What?

Ruby: Your candy, give it to me.

Jaune: But is mine.

Ruby: Is my birthday~

Jaune: Uhg... fine.

Jaune takes his sack and empties it into Ruby's.

Jaune: Where to now?

Ruby: To the next house, duh…

Jaune: Right...

The two headed to each house they will find. They received everything from large bars of chocolate to sweets that only a grandmother knows how to find. Some didn't want to give out candy, but with a little threat convincing from Ruby, they changed their minds. The loot was so big that she had to put it on her back to carry it. But unfortunately for Jaune, all of his candy remains in Ruby's possession.

As it's getting close to midnight, Ruby and Jaune arrive at the last house.

*DING DONG!*

Prof Port: Hello there! How glad I am to see you two. Are you two having a good Halloween?

Ruby: Yep, by the way, do you have any sweets?!

Prof Port: Of course! I have big bags of sour Skittles.

Jaune: *Excited* Sour Skittles!!!

Sour Skittles are Jaune's favorite candy. He can eat so many of them until he vomits.

Prof Port: Oh ho! I see that you like that type of sweets. You know, since you're the last ones before I go to sleep, I'll give you what I have left. Here you have it.

He filled their bags with what he had left.

Prof Port: Happy Halloween!

Ruby/Jaune: Happy Halloween!

Port closed the door and the two walk back home while talking about what just happened.

Jaune: Oh my god, Ruby! Today we won the lottery with Prof. Port!

Ruby: Yeah! *She pushes her sack of candy near Jaune*

Jaune: What?

Ruby: Give me your candy.

Jaune: WHAT?! NO!

Ruby: But is my birthday *Puppy eyes*

Jaune: No way! This is my favorite candy!

Ruby: Give it to me now!

Jaune: No!

Angry, Ruby uses her semblance to take Jaune's sack and put the candy in hers.

Jaune: What the?!

Ruby: Thanks for the candy, Vomit boy~

Jaune was furious. Watching Ruby take all the sweets she doesn't like is one thing, but take the sour skitlles?! There are things that a man will not give up. Ruby must be punished.

Ruby: Ok then, we are almost home. Are you still there Jaune? *Looks back at Jaune*

Jaune: *Looks at her in anger*

Ruby: *Worried* Jaune, why are you looking at me like that?

Jaune: *He starts walking towards her*

Ruby: J-Jaune?

Jaune: You must be punished. *He dominantly says*

Ruby: *Scarouse* Eh?!

Later in Ruby's room...

Jaune has Ruby face down in his lap with her cute ass exposed.

*SLAP!*

Ruby: Ouwy!

Jaune: That's for taking my candy!

*SLAP!*

Ruby: Hgr!

Jaune: That's for making me wear that silly costume!

*SLAP!*

Ruby: Oh God!

Jaune: And that's for scaring the neighbors with your threats! Did you learn your lesson?

Ruby: *Looks at him with hearts in her eyes* Nop~💕

Jaune: *Angry* You little..!

*SLAP!*

Ruby: GoD! (This was the best idea I've ever had! Thank you Blake!)

Neo: *Watching from the window, in jealousy* "Lucky bitch😡"

So it begins…

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; u-1146

requested by ; nobody / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; cells at work

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; u-1146

outline ; “dating hcs for u-1146”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

u-1146 is the type of boyfriend who is, above all else, extremely reliable — as well as quite sweet… in his own unusual sort of way

his main love language is absolutely acts of service (i.e. if you ever decide to surprise him by mending his uniform after a long day or by bringing him more gluten when you know he’s busy then he’ll absolutely melt), but he likely also appreciates being on the receiving end of words of affirmation from you… especially after a particularly gruelling fight, like after his run in with that cancer cell a while back

he’s not a big fan of pda by any stretch of the imagination — to the extent that you’d be lucky to get him to hold your hand or kiss you on the cheek in front of just your mutual friends. it’s not that he’s shy or ashamed of your relationship, far from it in fact, it’s just that he’s a private person by nature and doesn’t particularly like drawing attention to himself like that

his kisses are, more often than not, on the chaster side —brief and timid and rarely given at the earlier stages of your relationship (almost as if he was afraid you’d shatter like glass or leave if he was too eager or too passionate), but gradually becoming more intentional and common as he grows more confident in being physically affectionate with you, and always paired with a promise or declaration (that he’ll be safe, that he’ll come home to you, that he’ll protect the body with everything he has, that he loves you, etc.)

his favourite places to kiss you are on your lips, your fingertips, and the space between your eyes

his favourite places to be kissed are his cheeks, his lips, and on the palms of his hands

while he does usually prefer using actual names over pet names (especially in public settings), u-1146 isn’t opposed to you slipping in the occasional term of endearment with him when you’re alone. and you can be as silly or sweet as you like as long as you make sure you’re out of earshot of any other cells (just be aware that he will fluster quite significantly if you do a good enough job of catching him off guard with them — like he’ll go completely red in the face and may even lose the ability to form a coherent sentence for a few moments before he regains some semblance of composure)

if you’re really insistent on him using a pet name for you then he’d probably choose something a bit more traditional (like ‘sweetheart’) — and, again, he’d only use it sparingly and in private

u-1146 is incredibly protective over you, and for good reason, but he’s usually pretty good at just keeping you happy and safe without ever becoming too overbearing or patronising — though if you insist you can handle a situation on your own then he’s more than happy to step back and leave you be, only intervening if absolutely necessary

it almost goes without saying that u-1146, being an immune cell, has very limited free time — and that whatever free time he does get is constantly at risk of being disrupted and cut short by yet another invasion of bacteria or viruses or goodness knows what else — and, unfortunately, there’s not much he can do to change that fact after the two of you become an item. though, of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t make the most of the time he gets to spent with you or that he doesn’t do his best to make up for his absence whenever and however he can

ae3803 was, naturally, one of the first people to find out that the two of you were a thing and she is without question your biggest supporter. she’s the one that helps u-1146 plan out your dates and decide on what gifts to get you whenever he’s struggling, the one to comfort and reassure you that your boyfriend is safe and that he’ll come back to you in one piece whenever the body gets invaded and he’s dragged out to the front lines once again, the one who will listen to both sides and help the two of you find a middle ground whenever you get into a fight, and so on and so forth.

your contact on his phone is the only one that isn’t just an unsaved number or a name — granted the only difference is that he added a heart at the end of your name, and that was because ae3803 insisted on it, and you still don’t have a contact photo, but hey a win is a win!

whenever the body is attacked, be that by bacteria or virus or fungus or god knows what else, his immediate thoughts all focus on you: where you are, if your work routes cross over with the danger zone, if you managed to escape being caught or infected, how long it will take him to get to you if he needs to, etc. — of course his first and foremost duty is protecting the body and all of the other cells as a whole, but you and your wellbeing are still at the forefront of his mind as he fights

[justastraymoa]

Soulmark/bond fic teaser

Just testing the waters for interest here.🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings for cuffs, blindfolds, gags (in non sexy ways), Kidnapping, drugging with needles, mentions of needles briefly, description of what it may feel like to be drugged.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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I sat in the backseat of a vehicle, metal cuffs cutting into my wrists and blindfold and gag pulling my hair by the knots.

To be fair, they only tightened the cuffs so much because I broke out of both sets of zip ties they put me in earlier. They were officially annoyed as hell. But I wasn’t going to just sit back quietly while I was kidnapped!

But they wised up and got themselves metal cuffs somewhere so now I was stuck until I found another opening.

I tried to keep track of our route in my head. I was in another country for sure. And judging by the Korean my 4 kidnappers kept speaking and the roughly 12-hour flight I was in Korea. I lost count on the flight a couple times, but I was close. Maybe an hour or two hours at most off. Accurate enough for a good guess.

Unfortunately, by the time we came to a stop and the car shut off I was hopelessly lost. I had no hope of finding my way back to the airport even if I did somehow escape my captors. I was so turned around that I couldn’t even tell what direction we were facing now.

The door to my right opened and someone gripped my upper arm roughly and pulled. Immediately I started fighting. I had the entire car ride to rest and now I was ready to give them hell all over again. They would earn my captivity, or I would earn my escape.

“Don’t you ever give up?” A relatively high-pitched male asked through his teeth. He was farther away so he wasn’t the one holding me, fighting to get me into wherever we were going.

I grunted curses at them in English and Korean through my gag as I was dragged from the car and fell hard to the cold ground.

“Just give it to her now. It will make this easier.” A gruffer voice in my ear ordered.

His words spurred me to fight even harder in a panic. Give me what? Drug me? Knock me out so I was easier to handle? Fuck that! Who knows what they would do to me once I was out and couldn’t fight. And who knows where they would take me! I wouldn’t even have a semblance of how long I was out to know what time it was!

Another set of hands joined in restraining me, grabbing at my flailing legs to stop my kicking. I continued to fight, screaming through the gag as loud as I could and hoping someone – anyone – would hear me and come to help.

No one did. My head was roughly jerked to the side, making my neck crack painfully, then a sharp painful prick as a needle was stabbed hard into the side of my neck. It was only seconds before the world I could hear around me started to muffle and my body became heavy and sluggish. I couldn’t remember how to find my legs to keep kicking and fighting. I couldn’t even keep my head from flopping uselessly back.

I remember very little after that. I was in and out of consciousness. There were voices and something was placed into my right hand, and it was forcefully moved as someone talked close to my ear. I couldn’t make any words out. At some point, way after I lost track of any sense of time or place the gag, and blindfold were removed and the handcuffs gently unlocked and taken off. I remember the too bright light after being blindfolded for so long and the relief of having the painful cuffs taken off.

There were warm hands on my face, gentle fingers rubbing my sore wrists. Blurry figures closer to me and raised voices. It got harder and harder to remember why I was fighting to stay awake. I was so tired, so heavy. And soon I finally gave up and let the blackness take hold. Floating in the pool in my mind.

Forcibly dragging myself out of the pool an unknown amount of time later, the first thing I become aware of is that I was laying on my back on a soft surface. The second was a gentle brush across my forehead and voices arguing nearby in Korean.

I sprung up and away from the unknown fingers touching me, ready to fight to escape again. Still half awake and unable to find my balance I stumbled towards a door, not paying attention to anyone or anything around me.

The big man next to the door stepped in front of it and reached out to grab my upper arm tightly in the same move.

“Lemmego.” I slurred out trying to pull my arm from his grasp and get away.

“Hey, hey, hey, let her go!” Someone ordered behind me. I flinched away from that voice as well, overwhelmed, surrounded, and confused about what was happening. But the big guy obeyed the second voice and let me go, staying firm in front of the door.

I backed away and hunched in on myself, trying to wake myself up the rest of the way. I stumbled when my heel hit a wall unexpectedly.

“Go slow. You’re okay.” The second voice coaxed as hands entered my vision reaching towards me but not touching me. Just ready to catch and help me if I needed it.

I glanced up to see a very familiar face belonging to the hands, and I was even more confused. “What in the fuck is happening?” I was happy my words came out clearer than before, even if my mouth and throat were so dry that the short sentence made me cough painfully.

A second, very familiar man handed me a small cup of water, making sure it was steady in my hands, but being respectful about my space at the same time. “Drink, we will explain everything. You’re safe here.” The words were glittered with an Australian accent, making my ears twitch and brain spark.

As I slowly sipped at the water, I took in more of who was in the room with me. There were 4 unfamiliar faces, security from the looks of em. One stood in front of the only door in the room, blocking anyone from getting out or in, the others were in corners of the room, watching me very closely. An older man, JYP, who I was only mildly surprised to see at this point. And 3 members of Stray Kids. Han and Felix were closest to me, hovering close and looking worried. BangChan was currently arguing with JYP, hushed and inaudible from this distance, but with the way they occasionally gestured in my direction I could guess what it was about.

Completing my survey of the room I let my eyes land on Felix – who had promised me an explanation – and raised my eyebrows expectantly

He laughed awkwardly. “Hi, um…I’m Felix. Ah, this is Han.”

“No shit.” I responded. I was meeting my favorite idols in the worst possible way. I have been kidnapped, drugged, bruised, and god knows what else. My sarcasm and snark will not be contained.

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General Taglist @stellasays45 @beebee18 @weird-bookworm @velvetmoonlght

[tired-lamb]

since nikki asked about kiburi... how's reirei doing in the lone honeybadger au? /np, nf

unfortunately I can’t say she’s as developed as kiburi is in lone honeybadger, but I’ve certainly thought a thing or two about her.

as some have already guessed, reirei is now left with only few of her pups. I’d say maybe dogo, kijana and one or two older ones. goigoi is, indeed, dead, and it’s a topic she refuses to talk about in the present timeline of the au. she’ll often sneak away whenever she can’t sleep at night to some place she and goigoi would always hang out in. she’ll look to the sky and if she tries hard enough she can feel a semblance of his presence with her. she doesn’t think with all that the family has ever done, especially with their part in scar’s army, that any of them could end up in whenever it is the great lions of the past end up, but she likes to think goigoi gets to have that. she can’t imagine someone as sweet and caring as her husband had been could ever end up in a place meant for the cruel. if anything, she should be the one to end up there, or at least that’s what she believes.

her grief and guilt is not as apparent as kiburi’s is. she is lucky enough to still have some of her family left and takes to caring for them however she can. you will find her giving her kids the scraps they get while leaving little to none for herself, much to the despair of her pups. personality-wise she hasn’t changed much, however a lot of the snarkiness and sass with which she carries herself hides the grief and guilt she feels when she’s alone. she’s a lot more crankier than she used to be, however, earning her the nickname of “old lady” among the skinks (a nickname that is not by any means affectionate, lol).

speaking of the skinks, shupavu and reirei are canon best friends in this au. they find in each other a sort of comfort, and can relate to each other’s experiences and sorrows. the skinks have lost a great reptile ally of their’s (ushari) and though reirei never liked the guy, she’ll still show sympathy because she knows what it’s like.

she’s relentless to all survivors outside of scar’s army, knowing she can’t cope with losing any more of her babies. she’s tried mating with some jackals from outside lands before but in the end she backs out, flashbacks and trauma tied to her previous mate still too fresh. at some point she vows to never mate again, instead devoting all her time to caring for her pups. the only survivor outside of scar’s army that she’ll be civil with is jasiri— basically-leader of the rest of them. jasiri herself doesn’t fully understand why, but reirei knows the kind of pain that jasiri’s going through, caring for everyone else. they may not be on the same side, but reirei will respect a fellow caretaker any day. there may come a time when their sides might even fight, but reirei doesn’t think she could ever do anything to jasiri. not when she sees so much of her younger self in her.

a lot of the characters’ experiences right after the incident are very similar, so I don’t think I’ll talk much about it except for some of the important characters, i.e., the four mentioned here. if any of you wanna share any ideas for how the other characters may react or grieve right after the incident, please do share!! I love hearing all your thoughts about this au. again, it fuels my own thoughts for this au, haha. thanks dearly to you, too, spinny for sending this ask :] really enjoyed answering it just as much as I did the kiburi ask! /all gen.

[sleptwithinthesun]

requests are open! i’d love to see any allergy scenario with either chase or sam winchester!

requests are indeed open !! i haven't written anything here with s/am so i hope you enjoy 1.3K of allergic s/am. i tried getting a bit more... descriptive? with this one? if that's okay :)

Look, it's not really Dean's fault if his idiot of a brother decided that he could handle things on his own and got himself so drugged up on his allergy medication that he can barely see straight, much less fire a gun with any semblance of accuracy. Dean's responsibility, maybe, but certainly not his fault. 

It's not like the accountability changes their current situation, anyway. Sammy's lying down on his bed in their motel room, giggling at nothing and rubbing his nose every couple of minutes, while Dean's covered in dirt and a bit of blood from digging up the grave on his own and getting tossed around by the ghost. He'd thought that the medication would have worn off a bit by now, but apparently, Sam's still high off his ass. 

"Deand!" he croaks nasally as the door closes behind the elder Winchester, his excitement still coming through his tone in spite of the raw stuffiness choking his voice. Okay, maybe it is wearing off. "Where were you?"

"Closing our case," Dean responds. He's being gruff, he knows, but digging a grave up solo is a bitch of a task and he really, really wishes Sam had the wherewithal to realize that before he took his meds. 

Unfortunately, his brother nods sagely, like Dean's communicated secret information to him, and makes an attempt to sit up. It must cause something in his sinuses to shift, though, since he immediately screws up his face once he's upright.

"You okay there, Sammy?"

"I'mb finde," he lies, and poorly, given that he's scrubbing at his nose and flaring his nostrils for a brief moment before his breath hitches. Dean rolls his eyes. So predictable, his little brother is, like he forgets that Dean practically raised him. He knows each and every one of Sam's quirks and signals that there possibly is to know.

He sits down on his own bed as Sam hitches, breaths gradually getting deeper and deeper until—

"hHRRSH'ah!"

"Bless," Dean says distractedly, pulling off his outermost layer before starting on his boots. 

Of course, Sam's not done. His brother gears up for another sneeze, head tipping back as his mouth drops open, and then Sam's bending forward into his elbow with a slightly more contained "H'RRSCHh!"

"Bless."

"Ugh, thangks." Sam, instead of being a normal person and blowing his damn nose, swipes a tissue from the box on the nightstand and wipes at the underside instead. It's not going to do anything, Dean knows that from watching Sam have allergies for years.

He doesn't understand how he can learn all this and Sam, the one who got into Stanford, doesn't ever seem to realize.

Dean sheds his flannel next, leaving him in just a T-shirt and jeans. "Sammy."

He's staring off into space again.

"Sammy!"

"Wha'?"

"I'm going to take a shower. You going to survive?"

Sam waves him off, movements sloppy and uncoordinated. "Yeah, Deand. I was finde while you were ond the case, wasnd't I?"

"You were unconscious for most of that," Dean mutters to himself, but nods in acquiescence. "Just stay on the bed, okay?"

His brother's responding nod almost causes him to fall over, but Sam straightens himself up and shoots Dean a loopy grin.

Yeah, he's most definitely going to be asleep by the time Dean's finished showering.

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"hH-hih? hih'hh... hhkt—!"

Sam pants, loud enough that Dean can hear it from the other side of the bathroom door. He sounds miserably congested, his breaths taken in through his mouth. Dean wastes no time in pulling on sweatpants and another T-shirt and exiting into the main room.

His brother looks awful, his bloodshot eyes puffy and nose tinged pink from the amount of friction that Sam's leveled against it, and that's without even mentioning the additional fact of Sam being stuck in a loop of hitching followed by scrubbing at his nose, scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing at it, as if the itch is simply too deep for him to reach.

"Christ," Dean says, rolling his eyes. "You're really in the thick of it, aren't you?"

"Gedd mbe oud of dis friggin townd," Sam mumbles, so congested Dean can hardly understand him.

He chucks the roll of toilet paper he'd carried out under his arm at Sam. "Blow your nose, Sasquatch," he orders, clearing the empty tissue box off of the nightstand. At least he's had the decency to confine his used tissues to the trash can.

Toilet paper tearing off the roll sounds behind him, and instead of blowing his nose, Sam sniffles yet again.

"Sam."

"I'b fide."

"No, you're not. Seriously, are you telling me that all the medication you took did nothing for you?"

Sam's breath hitches again, then settles into another false start, and he shakes his head lightly. "Id worgked for a liddle bid."

"Blow your freakin' nose, Sam," Dean orders, dropping his voice into the tone their father used to use when he wanted them to obey him without any further hesitations or questions. "I'm serious. You're only making yourself miserable. Either that, or you're going to give yourself a sinus infection."

Sam honest-to-God whines at him, pouting with those big damn puppy eyes and everything.

Dean rolls his eyes. This kid. "Blow. Your. Nose."

Finally, Sam relents, taking up a wad of toilet paper and pressing it to his twitching nose. Dean glances away, if only to let Sam hold onto the illusion of privacy as he exhales into the tissues. There's a couple long seconds of nothing except for the painful sound of air struggling to force its way through blocked nasal passages, and then a wet, gurgling blow as it turns productive.

It's like a dam breaking. Sam's barely taken in another breath, already halfway through folding the stack of toilet paper to keep clearing out his sinuses, when his chest expands, rising and falling rapidly as Dean's giant little brother tries to contain the barrage of sneezes brewing inside of him.

"De-hhe'eh! Deand," he gasps out, although Dean's already moving, ripping more strips of makeshift tissue off the roll and shoving them into Sam's hands, overtop the damp wad already in his hands.

"Just sneeze it out, you'll feel better after," he advises.

Sam shakes his head, eyes pinching closed as he tries in vain to postpone the inevitable sneezing fit. His entire face is contorted with the desperate attempt he's making to hold it off, nostrils flared wide and mouth hanging open as he takes increasingly shallow breaths. "Dohhnd't wadda... hih'hh'HUH!"

"The longer you hold it back, the more you're going to sneeze," singsongs Dean. Seriously, Sammy. One would think that the guy would have gotten over it by now.

"hh... hH'HAH'HUH—"

Sam manages to crush the first sneeze into near-oblivion between his thumb and forefinger, the only thing giving it away being the soft "hkt'ff!" From there, however, it's a losing game.

"hh'hRR'SCHH! HR'RSCH'uh! uKT'SHH'Hh!"

Dean can only go and rub Sam's back, at a total loss for what to do. Sam's allergies haven't acted up quite this badly in a long while, and to be honest, he's not sure if there's anything he can do besides wait the fit out.

"HK'SHH! KT'SCH! TSHH! TSCHH'uh! hh'huh'hHRR'SSH!" Sam pants, bending forward with his hands cupped over his nose and mouth, toilet paper a soggy mess in his hands. "h'RR'SCH-huh! hh'hDT! HRSSH! USCHH!"

"Christ, Sammy, how much do you have left?" asks Dean.

His brother only shakes his head, emerging from his palms, the outer rims of his nostrils slick with mess. "Cadd't... stob... hGKT'SHH! HH'SHAH! ATSCH'uu! TSCH'iu!"

It's a good sign when his sneezes get open and pitchy like that. Sammy's winding down, even if he doesn't realize it yet. He's clearly exhausted, though, given by how little his back is expanding with every sneeze that comes barreling out of his lungs.

"hDT'SHuu! H'ASCHH'iew-ADTSSH'uh! hh... h'HH... huh..."

Sam looks up and blinks, then, sniffling furiously. As if he hadn't just learned his goddamn lesson.

"Bless you," Dean finally offers. Sam only glares through watery eyes, though the effect is diminished by how spent he looks, with mess still outlining his nostrils and making his upper lip shiny. "Come on, dude, let's get you cleaned up."

[hidden-poet]

0/10 Edmund should have come back to life, rescued us from the capitol, killed snow and taken us back to district 12 🙄.

Jk jk that was so good 😭 it makes me so sad though because she was never going to have a good ending, even right from the start snow was never going to give up. And yet my heart still broke as I read this.

Just little things like how she lies on the grass even when they bring her a picnic blanket is just 😭😭 she just misses home so much IM CRYING NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

this was so well written and I was so angry like I just wanted a happy ending for our girl 😭 Yk I’ve never read a snow fic where snow doesn’t win.

I’ll have to read again when I have the emotional capacity and I’m sure I’ll notice more. But when you get the supply closet scene and it’s just a reminder that he will NEVER change and her words have never and will never mean anything to him :(( and she just has to accept it.

when she’s talking about how he hasn’t hit her in years but she’s sure it’s just because she’s always either pregnant or with one of the babies 😭😭😭😭 you broke my heart. Our poor girl. She’s forever scared of him. when she steps back from him bc she thinks he’s going to hurt her for asking to see her family even right after birth. CRYING.

He was so much worse in this part than any other imo. The manipulation. and here we (me) were thinking he would calm the fuck down once he had her in the capitol 😭.

omfg when he says he “had” to name the baby without her 🙄 boy you’re the president you know full well you could have waited for her.

The BJ scene made me laugh though. He is just a man 😂.

This man makes me SICK 😭 I know what I get into with fics with PRESIDENT SNOW like I said they never end with reader having any semblance of independence.

thank you for this masterpiece. I will be out of action crying for the next week. As an Edmund stan I’m still hurt 🥲. They *should* have been his babies.

long time anon with my long messages but thought I’d not this time since if I could leave a comment this long on the actual post I would have <3

snow lands on top, unfortunately

Thank you! thank you! thank you!

I like to think that the end is a nice compromise for the reader and Coriolanus.

Coriolanus got to 're-write history' like he wanted. He is finally living the life he thought was owed to him before the war. I really did try and paint him as someone who wasn't a bad person inherently, but has learnt to only feel safe if he has total control over everything.

The base line for his character was the line "He wasn’t a violent man, only a man capable of violence". he wants nice things, and power, and to feel unconditionally loved. He's not above using violence to get them.

And the reader got a life where she never had to worry about her children. The reader was very maternal, but if you remembered back to chapter 3 (i think) she talks about being worried about raising them in the district, and what that would mean for them.

I like to think she was generally happy in later life with her kids. She got to experience the luxury of the Capitol, and got to give her children the best life out of everyone in Panem.

While it is sad she never got to see her family again, as someone who has children very dear to her in her life, i would trade anything for their comfort and protection.

Coriolanus was a good father, and a tyrant husband. I think she could appreciate him in relation to fatherhood. Maybe, even warm to him as the father of her children. But in her heart, he will always be commander Snow to her, and that's put a road block on development of their relationship.

Thank you so much for coming along the journey with me.

I hope to create something else that you can invest in just as much.

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane's Pets Chapter 93: Normalcy 

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"How did you become immortal?" No reason to beat around the bush.

Jane smirks. "Why would I tell you that?"

"You want to die. I want you to die. We can work together here, I just need all the information."

"And you think that you can come up with something in your mortal lifetime that I couldn't come up with in tens of thousands of years?"

"Yes. Have you even been trying lately? Maybe it's a matter of new technology, or the number of times you try. Maybe the 100,000th time you slit your throat it'll work." 

She rolls her eyes. "I've certainly tried any new technologies that have come about since I first became immortal. I'm always trying. I'm always starved or dehydrated or sleep-deprived enough that a mortal would be dead in my position."

"Let me help. Tell me how you became immortal."

"I already told you. I got my powers the same way you got yours."

"That doesn't make sense. You're not a mage. You don't follow the rules of magic."

"That's true. I still got my powers the same way you got yours."

"I didn't get anything, everyone has magic they're able to harness. I learned magic, I didn't get it from something. Did you learn immortality somehow?"

Her eyes narrow. "No. It was completely out of my control."

"Then we didn't 'get' magic the same way!"

"We did." She sighs. "If you can't figure it out from there, then there's no way you can figure out a way to kill me. Fucking idiot."

She vanishes. Off to torture Kitty, probably. Fuck.

You'll figure it out. This is better than nothing… assuming she's not just fucking with you. You'll have to ask Puppy about that possibility.

You do your best to ignore Jane pulling Kitty downstairs. It'll only be a couple hours, then you can comfort them. Just a couple hours.

From there, it's an unfortunately very normal day. Kitty screams from the basement. Puppy cries for a while longer, but then she starts her chores, and things are as normal as they could be. You wait until she looks a bit more calmed down before talking to her.

"Jane said she got her powers the same way I did." You tell Puppy. She freezes for just a moment, then continues wiping the window she's working on.

"Does that match with what you know?"

She nods ever so slightly.

"Thank you." At least there's that. Jane was probably telling the truth. From there, surely you can figure something out…

Jane is much, much older than you. You didn't exist when she became immortal, so how could you have gotten your powers the same way she did? She didn't learn immortality, so was her specific set of powers innate in the same way that magic is innate to everything? But why would her magic work differently from everything else? Does she not know? No, she must, because Puppy nodded when you asked if she knew how Jane became immortal, and there's no way she would know if Jane didn't know…

You think about it until your head aches too badly to think deeply anymore, without coming to any conclusions. You're close though, you're positive you're close. Every day you get a little closer to-

Your thoughts are interrupted by the basement door opening. Kitty collapses at the top of the steps.

You and Puppy rush to their side, careful to not touch them without permission..

"Do we need to bandage anything? Will you need stitches?"

Kitty groans and shakes their head. They're twitching all over. Just the shocks, then… but you can't imagine that getting shocked for hours a day is safe, why is Jane willing to risk their life like that??

The thought is gone as soon as it arises. You need to focus on helping Kitty right now.

"Can you walk?"

"In… in a minute. Don't help me." Tears stream down their face. "I want- I want things to go back to normal! When I wasn't drugged all the time and Puppy wasn't muzzled all the time and you weren't- you had some semblance of self-preservation!" 

Their sobs sound agonizing, and they probably are. Their throat must be torn to pieces from screaming, and their whole body must be so sore that any movement hurts. Your heart breaks for them.

"Or, or the normal from before you went into the basement! Why'd you do that? Why'd you run away?? You just make things worse!"

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Whether this anger is genuine or not, now is not the time to have any tough discussions. "I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"No!" They sob and sob and sob. "Someday it'll get worse! Someday this'll be the normal I want to get back to! It just gets worse and worse and I can't take it but I don't have a choice!"

"I'm going to get us out of here. Things won't go back to normal, and this won't become our new normal. I'm so close, I can't talk about it very much for obvious reasons, but I promise this won't go on for much longer. You have to trust me."

Kitty just cries. They don't trust you, at least not right now.

"It'll be okay. You only have to deal with this for a bit longer. Just hold on."

"I can't not hold on! I don't have a choice! There's no getting out of this!"

"There is, there is, please just trust me-" You're getting nowhere. "Just breathe. In for four, hold for four, out for four…" You repeat the mantra until Kitty can follow along fairly easily. "There you go. Wanna play go fish?"

They sniffle and nod slowly. This whole situation is so painfully normal for the three of you. How many times have you done this exact thing? How many times have you comforted Kitty through a breakdown and offered them a distraction in the form of a game? How many times has Puppy been near while you do that, wanting to help but being unable to?

It won't be normal for much longer.

~~

I admire Peyton's commitment to maintaining a fairly normal life. It's silly, and it means I can hurt her so much worse than if she just isolated herself, but I admire it. It's gutsy. 

She has a girlfriend now. It's a new relationship, a week or two old at most. I had to find out through following her around, of course. She would never volunteer that kind of information, she's not that stupid. But trying to hide something from me was never going to work.

It would be fun to make her girlfriend's life a living hell. It would be fun to make everyone associated with Peyton suffer and suffer endlessly- she'd feel so guilty! I still get some entertainment from our current relationship, though, so I should wait until it's boring to start adding new stuff. Still, it's fun to think about.

She has a date with her girlfriend tonight. Maybe we should play that game where if she says a certain word I kill someone… what words do people usually say a lot on a date? Or maybe I could have it be something like having her make sure every sentence she says has an even number of words. As long as she has to think about it all night, as long as she can't pretend she has a normal life, anything will work.

I want to see her scared again. I want her to have more nightmares about me. Usually purely psychological torment like this takes too much work to be fun, but as long as I have my pets at home as an easy source of entertainment, I can have a longer-term project too. I want to ruin her life without ever touching her. I want to change her, make her into a shell of herself, and then, when that gets boring, take her home and see how she reacts to physical torture.

But I have to be patient. Slowly strip the normalcy from her life, bit by bit.

She and her girlfriend are going bowling tonight, so I am too. I'm really good at bowling, with so many years of practice, so I focus on trying to knock over exactly 3 pins every round. It takes her a while to notice me a few lanes down, but when she does her face is priceless.

I slip in and out of my void throughout the night, since I can't hear her without its help. Bowling alleys are loud. If anyone besides her notices me vanishing and reappearing, they don't point it out. She tries so hard to act like it's still a normal date, but both I and her girlfriend see through her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah of course. I'm on a date with you!"

Her girlfriend frowns and keeps bowling.

Peyton can't get me out of her head. Can't stop thinking about what I might do to her, or her girlfriend, or any of the strangers in the bowling alley. Oh, this was a great idea!

When the game is done, she drives her girlfriend home and then heads home herself. The moment she's alone in her car she speaks.

"Is there something you need, Jane?"

I don't answer.

"I know you're there. Do you want to talk about it? What did you get out of following me around tonight?"

I don't answer. Peyton just sighs.

When she gets home, she does her normal bedtime routine without acknowledging me again, even though we both know she knows I'm still watching. I was kind of hoping for a breakdown, for her to beg me to appear and explain my behavior to her, but whatever. There'll be plenty of other opportunities for that.

"Goodnight, Jane."

She turns out the lights and goes to sleep. She better savor any hint of normalcy she can get- it'll only get worse from here.

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On gender: sometimes I wonder if I'm actually nonbinary or if I just want to be alt and am doing it to break away from my parents' expectations. It's so frustrating to the point it's caused me partially not to come out to certain people because like. what if I'm wrong? And that sort of implicit disapproval masked as concern is so. It's so hard to confront anyone about it because of how it's framed.

I think the good and bad thing about both gender and identifying with a subculture is that there's not a strict set of rules you must fulfill to "join" either. But that means that you can come and go freely in any if you want to, or stay with one/a few forever. Whichever is more comfortable.

way more under the cut bc i started talking and never stopped 🤠

I can't speak on the nb experience because I've never identified as it or thought I was nb, but I can at least speak on why I'm not nb AND why I resonate with alternative subcultures all the same. I really resonated with alternative subcultures bc of the music and political ideologies but also because growing up I consistently never felt like I fit in with other girls around me. They all presented or acted in ways that just didn't click with me, to the point where I thought something was wrong with me for it. I didn't have the word or the idea that a girl could look like something else, so I dressed like they did bc I thought that's what I was supposed to do as a girl (but also my parents forced gender roles on me so it's not like i had a choice). I didn't get how others could like what they were wearing and feel comfortable in it. But then I started dressing "edgier" (when i got older) and all of a sudden I understood.

But the key here is I didn't ever feel like I wasn't a girl despite not resonating with the girls at school. And I can't exactly articulate that bc gender is so personal but I just know that I felt proud of female accomplishments in history and wanted to follow in their footsteps, I felt a social connection to girls and didn't feel "othered" (besides them liking how they dressed and i didnt), and when nb people started appearing in my life I didn't connect w them in that way or wish to be like them (in the sense like, I didn't want to "present" like them* or say my pronouns were they/them or whatever "precursors" there are to being nb). I've also heard that some nb people before realizing they are nb is they feel uncomfortable when they are indirectly called a girl or boy in a group of afab/amab people by a professor/teacher/adult/whatever saying "hey girls/boys!" and I never had that issue.

* = nb people present in a variety of ways and it's not a one size fits all, I just mean generally if I saw someone with they/them pronouns I wasn't like *kicking my feet* I want that

But like tldr, despite alt subcultures and being nb being similar in the idea that you're breaking society's expectation of [something], I could recognize I felt ok in the broad woman gender box while also feeling not ok in a specific gender presentation box. And that's all easy to say now that i went through my Self Expression Arc but it's a lot of trial and error, soul searching, Thinking, crying, observing others... until you begin to get a semblance of who u might be.

But like back to feeling like you're "faking it," ig something I've learned is that even if you're faking it, that doesn't negate your time labeling as That Thing (ie using certain pronouns and backtracking) and no one that matters will be pissed off that you backtracked. We're all figuring that shit out and if someone wants to be weird about it, whatever lol. Ig my advice is just do whatever you're comfortable with, come out to as many or as few people as you'd like to, and if you still feel Wrong ("they/them doesn't feel right to me anymore") then don't be afraid to try on a new set of pronouns or change up your style a bit. Unfortunately a lot of finding out yourself is just trial and error until something sticks.

I hope my experience/advice helps clear up some things and maybe others can comment too if they want, ie nb people that can fill in the gaps that I can't fill. Much love ❤️