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hatchetno1 · 2 months
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frustration and anger.
creepypasta/mh x reader in which they get frustrated or angry, or, in BEN's case, are frustrating themselves. word count: 2.1k cw: abuse, descriptions of anger, arguments/quarrelling.
EJ
EJ doesn’t often get angry.
in fact, it’s hard to even frustrate him. Even when faced with particularly difficult patients to suture up—ahem, Jeff— he shows no sign of being fazed.
well, perhaps that’s because he’s used to living with Jeff and his reckless, barbaric antics.
but when he does get frustrated, it’s like a gradual intensification.
you like to split his frustration into three phases.
phase 1: EJ starts to seem a little off. Quieter than usual, less responsive, and more distant. Almost as if he’s in his own world, deceptively peaceful.
phase 2: EJ starts to show actual signs of being frustrated. You notice that it is at this point he may start to snap lightly at others, but with you, he tries his best to keep it to a minimum.
phase 3 is the climax before the drop. On occasion, he may raise his voice slightly and openly express irritation. But he always drops, hard and fast.
“I am so sorry, Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispers, rubbing circles gently on your back. Though he has to bend over quite a bit (he’s a gentle giant at a height of 6’6 or about 2 meters), you find it to be very soothing that his frame envelops the entirety of yours.
oh, but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of getting angry.
no, the anger you heard in his voice was undeniable as he roared at another member of the household to stay the fuck away from you.
you’d startled at the sheer sound of it, and quickly those trembles descended into violent shaking as you cried—his roar was simply not…human.
you flinched as he picked you up, just as gently as was the anger intense in that dreaded noise he made, a stark contrast in behavior, a jarring change in your body, mind and soul.
but other than that, you knew your darling EJ was back.
he plopped you onto his bed, surrounded by his sweet yet musky scent, nuzzling your neck and your face.
“I’m sorry”s were whispered countless times in your ear that night as you dozed off in the safety of his arms.
jeff
gotta put a trigger warning on this one. you know what to expect, but just in case you don’t, TW: Jeff is literally a murderer with abusive tendencies and anger issues.
at the start of your relationship, Jeff had been…well, to say the least, not the best partner.
he often got mad at you, whether it be keeping him waiting or spilling a cup of water.
yeah. spilling a cup of water.
but you understood why he was the way he was. he just couldn’t help it. but that didn’t mean you were going to stick around for it, no matter how much you loved him.
one day after a particularly huge argument, you found him crying in his room. his sniffles were unmistakable, but you knew you’d have to pretend you hadn’t heard from ten feet away.
turns out, angsty little Jeff here wasn’t completely unaware of himself.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he had sobbed as quietly as he could. “I know I’m a bad boyfriend, I know, I keep lashing out at you and I’m so sorry.”
your relationship could have very well ended that day if you hadn’t found Jeff crying on the floor.
but even though he’d hurt you so many times, you took him back into your arms.
and so you taught him to manage his anger, though it took you immense effort, energy and bravery.
he’d always help, though, by reminding you it was okay to yell back at him. you chided him lightly for it, saying that it’d just cause a back and forth.
“oh, right. my bad. sorry, doll,” he had said with a sheepish grin.
today, you are proud to boast that you trained your bloodhound boyfriend to be a tame dog. hell, he even does whatever you tell him to now, albeit sometimes reluctantly.
but he understands that if he loves you, he must make sacrifices upon sacrifices. you did that for him.
now it is his turn to sacrifice himself for you.
masky - tim
it’s not really uncommon that Tim gets angry.
but his anger is almost always the quiet kind.
he will “hmph” and huff lightly, a mild kind of anger you both can still joke about, though his face will redden at it.
you can’t help it though, the sass he gives you when he’s lightly frustrated is too good to let slip past.
oh, but when his anger gets loud—
it’s no longer a harmless little nip.
it’s been directed everywhere. everywhere, his teammates, the table, the card game he’s losing a bit too embarrassingly to Toby who’s being an unbearable little ass about it.
but never you.
okay, it was one time.
but Tim decided it was one time too many. (as he should)
he’d raised his voice at you, more so out of frustration rather than anger.
and you flinched.
and oh, how that little flinch broke his heart.
he shut up immediately, gathering you into his arms, whispering “oh, I’m so sorry, darling”, and “you’re okay, you’re okay”.
he never did it again. ever.
now, when you both get angry at each other, it always devolves into stupid little giggles and kicking.
hoodie - brian
Brian doesn’t really get angry, nor does he get frustrated.
normally, at least.
something shines in his eyes when he is defied, a shadow of a grin, a curl of the lip—
you spend a couple days investigating this, defying him little by little.
“Y/N, could you pass me the water?” “No.” and you’d say it with a cheeky smile on your face to match this strange expression on his.
it evolved into much greater things, “Y/N, come over here for a bit.” “Nope!”
“Y/N, help me up.” “Nope!”
your gleeful defiance doesn’t have a complete zero effect, either. with each silly little “nope”, the glint in his eyes grows brighter. and you know that the cup you’ve slowly been filling the past few days is about to overflow.
it’s one fateful day that you happily defy him once again, and—
oh. something’s grabbing at your jaw, and your lover’s face is so close to yours.
he smiles so gently at you, so purely. but his grip on your jaw says otherwise.
firm like iron, reprimanding, but not harmful or venomous. you know he isn’t going to hurt you, but oh, he isn’t letting you go either.
“Y/N,” he says calmly. “You’ve been a little more uncooperative than usual.”
the shiver it sends down your spine isn’t one of fear. excitement, rather.
he lets you go, but guides you to the bed. “Sit,” he commands.
so you do. what else are you to do when your lover commands you so well?
“Good girl.”
so you never say no to him again, not when it comes to harmless favors.
Brian does not get angry or frustrated…at least, not like the normal person does.
toby
Toby becomes a very bitter cynic when upset, spitting sarcasm wherever he goes.
his BPD only makes it worse. his relationship with Tim is already strained as it is, with the latter trying his best (as much as a man with anger issues can), and his relationship with Brian being almost entirely carried by the older man.
and his relationship with you, oh his sweet vogel, his darling dove— he doesn’t know what to think of it. some days he lets loose around you, tickling you and blowing raspberries against your cheeks, and others he’s withdrawn, curled up into a ball in his bed, and so you dive in with him, nuzzling him against his sheets long overdue for a change.
but if it’s neither of those, he’s lashing out. sometimes you can’t even look at him when he walks into the room bringing dark clouds over the atmosphere. that’s when you know you can’t look up at him.
and when you make the mistake of looking up, your smile meets a scowl.
“what are you looking at.” he’ll spit, and then storm off, as if he can’t stand your eyes on him.
and it’s true, your eyes gaze at him with such gentleness, he can’t bring himself to stare back sometimes. especially when he’s in a bad mood, because he breaks inside as he sees his own eyes burn the love in your eyes, reducing them to ashes of fear.
“vogel,” he’d whisper at night, lying next to you in your bed. “i’m sorry.”
he apologizes so much and so often you no longer make a big deal out of it, but this time, his soft whisper is laced with such heavy guilt, your arms move before your mind thinks, pulling him into a soft embrace.
oh, but this bad mood is nothing compared to his jealousy.
Jeff gets close to you? Jeff is suddenly on the ground, blood leaking from his head and EJ hurriedly dragging the former away, admonishing him about not messing with Toby’s precious human.
Tim comforts you about Toby’s outbursts? suddenly he’s against the wall, Toby growling and spitting in his face. if he can’t be there for you, then no one else gets to be there for you either. though, he knows this is selfish.
if he could help it, he’d let you go to whomever you wanted for comfort. but oh, his heart aches so.
and his jealousy is nothing compared to how angry he gets at himself, bashing the walls of the manor, crying out at night, because he can’t be there for you like a normal boyfriend.
he doesn’t know this, but you’re in a corner too, muffled sobs, tears, nose dripping and all.
so at night, you crawl back into bed before he notices you, and lie awake till he comes back.
as his breathing settles and his snoring begins, you hug him just a little bit tighter, your sweet vogel with broken wings.
ben
you have to admit, BEN is really, really freaky.
in the way he plays his games, the way he treats his archnemesis Jeff, in bed—oops.
but particularly, in the way he seems to have an endless tolerance for things that would usually upset someone.
he just. fucking giggles.
“aww, my sweet Y/N is so cute when she’s mad~”
context: he pissed you off and you’re currently in the middle of admonishing him with your whole heart and soul.
conversely, you’re the one who gets mad right back at him.
within the hour, he presents you with a tiktok with two cats that says: me when i’m venting and all my bf does is make jokes
he cackles to the ends of the earth and proceeds to make even more jokes
frankly, when the topic of frustration comes up with BEN’s name in the same sentence, you pretty much just think of him being the frustrating asshole in the relationship.
“BEN, give me my fucking phone back.”
he’s dangling it over your head, using the fact that he’s a floating apparition that can somehow interact with physical objects to his advantage.
once, you got so frustrated at him that you cried.
thankfully, he had the decency to pause, panic, and reflect on his actions.
“oh.” five seconds passed and your crying didn’t get better (what did he expect?). he repeated himself. “oh.”
“actually say something, you idiot!” you sobbed. and this is what snapped BEN into action. (you can’t believe you actually had to tell him to comfort you.)
“oh.” then he realized he’d just been saying “oh” like a broken record. “um.”
so he wraps you up in a blanket like a burrito, and holds you close to his chest.
“i’m sorry.”
“promise not to do it again?” you look up at him with your best puppy eyes.
“…i can’t promise.” you can tell he’s holding back a cheeky grin.
you whine and hit him lightly.
but you know very well that he loves you; this frustration merely comes with him as a package.
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sgt-seabass · 1 year
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hi! can i request steve kemp where reader lashes out during dinner one day? then he gets angry because he was being merciful lately and puts reader in their place. maybe he grips the readers jaw while he yells at them because i’m a whore for that 😩
𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔
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✧˚ · .  𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺.
pairing — steve kemp x little!reader w/c — 1.3k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. warnings — little!reader, dd/lg elements, violence towards stuffies, implied kidnapping, referenced murder, threats, degradation, pet names (sunflower), minor violence against reader, blood play, cannibalism, yelling a/n — omg thank you so much for this ask. i love it. i don't see steve as the type to yell when he's angry (unless you bite his dick or smth) so i hope you like the way i went with this. not beta read. i hope you enjoy!
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It’s not like Steve wanted to hurt you.
He had plenty of other outlets for his violent tendencies, but you were meant to be something relaxing for him.
And when you weren’t, it could easily send him into a rage.
The thing about Steve was that his wrath didn’t present as outward anger. He never raised his voice. He was rough with you physically, but his demeanour remained scarily calm, and he was always plotting his moves one step ahead of you.
You were his predictable sunflower, after all.
Cute. But oh so dumb at times.
This evening, Steve knew he’d have an issue on his hands the moment he got you from your cell, a defiant look in your eye that spelt trouble with a capital T. Even in your little space, a term Steve had learnt, you had your moments of fighting. You never were a big talker, but Steve could read your behaviours like a book.
His victims always had a hard time adapting. The thing was, you were holding onto your life while they lay in pieces in Steve’s cold storage.
With your dress flouncing with each step, a teddy hanging from your hand and Steve holding your other, you were brought to an immaculately set dining room table. The presentation of candles, flowers and shining silverware was romantic, but given the circumstances, Steve could tell your heart wasn’t in it. Your eyes didn’t light up for him, instead, they were filled with unshed tears.
It was insulting. He’d gone to all this effort just for you.
“I want to go home… Daddy, please let me go home.” You sniffled, clutching at your bear. He was missing a leg. Mr Bear had lost his limb when you misbehaved last week. He’d be a stump at this stage with your attitude.
“Stop being silly. Sit down.” Steve pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you into the wooden seat.
You sat stiffly, but Steve brushed it off. Once you tried the food, perhaps your mood would improve.
Steve watched from the kitchen counter as you shuffled Mr Bear to sit in your lap. He hadn’t bargained on a third wheel, but you’d grown attached to the stuffie since he brought it home from the hospital gift shop. You listened better with little friends, so Steve took the small win.
With a hum, Steve moved around the kitchen, plating your amatriciana pasta in pretty swirls. He could feel your beady eyes observing him, making him smile.
You were curious, always watching him. Steve appreciated your inquisitive nature because it meant you were interested in him. His little sunflower likes to watch.
Steve brought the pasta to the table, your eyes turning to the dish once it was placed down. Your lips pursed, fingers digging into your bear.
Did you know? Surely, there would be no way you could tell the difference just from the look. Steve sat down next to you, his own plate mirroring yours.
“Don’t let it get cold,” Steve commented, swirling the pasta around his fork before taking a big bite. “It’s delicious. I made it just for you.”
Nervously, you picked up your fork with little teddy bears engraved in it, picking at the pasta sauce. You were moving the bits of meat away.
Steve frowned, placing his hand over your wrist. “Don’t be rude and pick at your food.”
“What is it?” You questioned as you moved away the little shreds of pink meat.
“Pancetta. It’s pork,” Steve lied. The pancetta was actually called Laura.
You’d never eaten Steve’s desired cuisine before, so he wanted to start you on something small.
You turned your nose up. Steve’s eyes narrowed. You had better intuition than he had given you credit for.
“Eat the pasta, sunflower. This is your first and only warning.” Steve’s voice had lost its usual nonchalant tone. He wasn’t fucking around anymore.
“I’m not hungry,” you muttered, and Steve scoffed. He’d purposely not fed you all day so you’d be hungry, so he knew you were bluffing.
It seemed you were growing bolder in saying no to him, and Steve hated it. The broken angel he found on your first night in your cell was growing her wings back. And it was time for your feathers to be clipped— No. Snapped off.
Steve sat back in his chair, considering you. If a gentle approach wasn’t going to work, well, maybe he just needed to scare the shit out of you. It seems to work on his other victims just fine. He wasn’t even that mad, more irritated. But if he needed to act angry, he could do that.
“Right.” Steve tilted his neck, letting his bones pop to release the rising tension in his body. Your frame shook at the sound. If you wouldn’t obey him, he would have to take the alternate route.
Steve would worm his way into your head, turning your mind into his possession, not something you could control of your own volition. But first, you needed to be vulnerable.
There was an almighty whack when Steve grabbed your head and slammed your forehead into the table, not even a gasp leaving you with how little time you had to react. A split opened on your hairline instantly, blood trickling down your face and dripping onto your bear.
“Do you think I’m fucking around, huh?! When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it!” Steve gripped your face tightly between his fingers, his spit hitting your face as he yelled at you.
Your tears quickly began flowing, and Steve thought it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. With the deep red ichor sliding down your face, and your tears mixing in, it was a sight to behold.
Beautiful.
“Do you want to die? Because when you don’t fucking listen, you push me closer and closer to the fucking edge,” Steve growled, and you quickly shook your head with a sob.
“I— I don’t want to die!” You cried, and Steve pulled your face closer to his.
“Then listen to me, you dumb useless baby. You’re making me regret keeping you. I cooked this meal for you, and you’re going to eat it, or I will shove it down your throat myself.”
You let out a mighty wail, shaking with fear as Steve held you so tight there would be bruises left on your skin.
Steve had got precisely what he wanted. You hooked on his fishing line, ready for the slaughter. But instead of gutting you and selling you to the highest bidder, Steve wanted to keep you in a tank away from all the other fish.
Steve let you go, shoving your face away and ignoring your whimpers. He ripped the bear from your grip, putting it on a spare chair away from you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask for it back in your scared state, your bottom lip trembling miserably.
“Poor Mr Bear, always bearing the consequences of your actions,” Steve taunted, loading up your fork with food and bringing it to your mouth. The ‘pork’ (Laura) flecks stood out of the red sauce, and Steve could see the way you hesitated.
“Open that pretty mouth for me, sunflower, or Mr Bear loses an arm.”
That seemed to be all the extra pressure you needed, your head still bleeding as you leaned forward and took the food into your mouth.
You scrunched your eyes closed, Steve raising a brow. Were you expecting a horrible taste?
Confusion flooded your features as you chewed, and Steve patted your cheek. “It’s not bad, is it?”
“It’s… It’s nice...” You said with astonishment, and when Steve brought another forkful to your mouth, you didn’t hesitate to eat it.
Steve smiled.
His little sunflower was growing up.
Steve filled his fork with pasta, before swiping his finger through your blood and smearing your crimson across his food. You watched, mesmerised, as Steve ate his tainted food with a satisfied moan. “Mm, divine. See? Date night isn’t so bad, is it?”
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hazbinarchives · 29 days
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Masquerade (Hide Your Face So The World Will Never Find You)
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Characters: Angel Dust, Charlie Warnings: panic attacks, mention of violence and abuse, abusive relationships Ship(s): briefly mentioned Chaggie (charlie x vaggie), implied HuskerDust (angel dust x husker) Set: S1 E4 Tags: soft, charlie/angel friendship, abuse, hurt/comfort, pre-huskerdust, established chaggie Words: 1805 ❂~❂~❂~❂~❂~❂~❂~❂~❂~❂~❂
Angel had known it would be a rough day from the moment he had woken up that morning. Val had already been giving him shit for the past week since he moved into the hotel and hearing the constant love bombing and death threats were starting to get tiring.
An emergency shoot was the last thing he needed on his plate.
Then, of course, there was Charlie.
There was something so utterly terrifying about seeing Charlie in Valentino's studio. The way she looked around so innocently clashed violently with the naked bodies walking around and the smell of cigars and booze.
Angel felt his body move almost as if on autopilot. He was shoving the demon pinning him to the bed and scrambling to grab his robe, Angel's eyes seeming stuck on Charlie.
All he knew was that he desperately needed to get to Charlie before Val did.
Angel snatched Charlie's wrist as soon as she was within reach, looking around in a blind panic.
"What in the ever-loving-fuck are you doing here?!"
"I am the Princess of Hell, Angel! And I will go where I please!" Charlie had said in a snooty royal accent. Angel, who normally loved her antics though he'd never show, could feel his eye twitch and his heart race as he tried to usher her out of the studio. "I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel. Now where's your boss?"
Of fucking course.
Angel took a shuddering breath, pulling Charlie back to where she entered from.
"You are going nowhere near Val--"
The thought of her this close to Valentino made Angel feel physically ill. He could throw up. Probably would later. He just needed to get Charlie out of there.
But then again, when has Angel ever gotten anything he wanted.
Val was as impatient as ever and soon locked eyes on the princess.
Angel's breathing picked up and he felt something sharp and angry claw through his rib cage. Fear was choking him so viscerally as Val swooped close and examined Charlie like he was checking her quality.
Angel winced, anger pricking inside as Val's tongue slithered along Charlie's arm in place of a greeting like a fucking normal person.
"I just wanted to come to aggressively kindly talk to you about Angel--" Charlie had started and Angel flailed, not even sure if he was breathing at this point. "Later! Of course. I wouldn't wanna stand in the way of your work!"
Angel froze as Valentino turned to face him, feeling ice drip into his veins at the rage simmering off of the overlord. No one was allowed to get in the way of Valentino's work, Angel knew he had killed for less.
But...Val didn't do anything. He just went back to directing.
Still, Angel didn't breathe.
And it only got worse and worse.
Charlie was just trying to be helpful and Angel knew that but she always got into things she had no business being a part of. She never should have been here, she never should have gotten on Val's radar.
Angel felt his lungs seize and he was forced to inhale, a wave of dizziness washing over him. Val's red glow was intimidating as he dissipated all the fire Charlie's clumsiness caused.
"Angel~ Can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?" Valentino was already walking towards Angel's room and Angel was hot on his heels, not even able to give Charlie a second glance.
Fear rippled through him as words spilled from his lips hoping to explain.
Of course, Valentino didn't want to hear his explanations. He just wanted another guarantee that Angel's body and soul were whole-heartedly his. It was a sickening gesture of something that should feel intimate.
Angel could hear his heart pounding in his ears as an electric buzzing flooded into his limbs making it hard to resist Valentino tossing him about, all he could think of was getting Charlie out of there.
"Look, V-Val, she just gets involved in everything. I-I'll tell her to leave! Just don't hurt her..."
Valentino acting violently in response wasn't out of the ordinary. Keep Charlie safe was running on repeat in his head. Angel knew how to get her out.
He grunted as he was tossed to the bed and his heart ached fiercely at her justified anger but Angel had to do what he could to keep her safe. He needed her to be safe
"You actually wanna help me? Get the fuck outta here right now...and let me finish my work."
Angel felt his aching heart crack as Charlie's eyes filled with tears. He stayed unempathetic to her. He couldn't risk faltering or it would put them both in danger.
When Charlie ran out the doors, sobbing, it took everything within Angel not to cry as well.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry Charlie
It wasn't until after arguing and making up with Husker that Angel remembered how he and Charlie left off. They had walked into the hotel talking and laughing after the whole fight outside the bar when he saw Charlie heading up the stairs
She had looked down and spotted him, eye contact freezing them both in place. Charlie was the one to break it first, looking away before giving them both a wave and turning back up the stairs.
Angel watched her go, chest suddenly full of an overwhelming ache.
"You gonna go talk to her?"
Angel blinked and saw Vaggie leaning against the bottom staircase column.
"Isn't checking on the princess your job as her girlfriend or some shit?" Angel tried to play it off, rubbing a hand across the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, it is," Vaggie agreed. "But, I feel like you both could use a friend right now instead."
Angel stared at the ground, his hand flexing as Vaggie and Husk seemed to watch him. It didn't make him want to cringe and hide though. It didn't make him feel scared like he does with Val. He felt safe.
"I wouldn't go that far," Angel coughed, stepping up the first few steps. "I have to check on Fat Nuggets anyway. Might as well see if Her Majesty is okay. Raincheck on those drinks?"
Husk winked and headed to his bar, whistling with a little hop to his step which made Angel smile fondly.
He quickly shook himself out of it, ignoring Vaggie's knowing gaze, and walked very pointedly up to his bedroom first. Angel did actually have to check on his little piggy and grabbed a good amount of lettuce and some apple slices as well before scooping up Nuggets and heading to Charlie's room.
It was empty because of course it was empty.
Angel groaned and scratched Nuggets under his chin, walking up the stairs till he reached a dead-end hallway. It did, however, have a pull-down ladder from the ceiling that led to a little platform on the roof of the hotel. The ladder was already down which gave Angel hope that he had found Charlie.
He climbed the ladder and peeked his head up outside. Sure enough, Charlie was on the roof, watching the Pentagram as the sky's magenta started to turn to a dark plum color.
Fat Nuggets squealed happily as he saw Charlie and wiggled out of Angel's arms to run up to Charlie and give her a nuzzle.
Charlie jumped in surprise before cooing at Nuggets, giving his little head scritches. She turned and gave Angel a small, gentle smile as he climbed up and sat beside her on the roof, also watching the transition into Hell's Night.
"I'm sorry I made things hard for you at work today," Charlie spoke softly, almost like she was telling him a secret. "Something didn't feel right when you answered the phone. You didn't look like you wanted to go. I just...I wanted to make sure you were okay."
Angel stared at Charlie half in awe at her big heart and half in fond exasperation.
"Charlie," He started, sighing. "My mess with Val? That's my mess, okay? It's not ideal but I'm working it out. It won't be like this forever."
Charlie sighed and leaned her head against Angel's shoulder. He froze in place, eyes wide and panicked as he looked down at her. Vaggie wasn't here so he didn't know what to do. He bit his lip before slowly reaching down and patting Charlie's head.
Angel didn't know how long they sat there, himself running his fingers through her blonde hair and Charlie leaning against Angel, her soft breathing and at-ease body language, as they fed Nuggets his dinner, showed him how much she truly trusted him.
He smiled down at her, feeling truly accepted by someone for the first time in a long time and now twice in one night. Angel knew he didn't want to disappoint her and felt that he truly had something to work towards getting out of his deal.
"Come on, Char," Angel soothed, his arms helping her sit up while two others picked up Fat Nuggets and tucked him against his side. "Time for bed."
Charlie whined at him, nuzzling into Angel's fluffy chest causing him to chuckle and scoop her up with his available arms.
Carefully, with his precious cargo, Angel made his way down the ladder. Vaggie was waiting at the bottom with a fond, knowing look in her eyes.
"She got you too," Vaggie teased him as Angel gently transferred Charlie into her partner's loving arms.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Angel scoffed, not able to stop the soft look on his face as Charlie snuggled into Vaggie, continuing to sleep. "How does she care so much?"
"I wish I knew," Vaggie chuckled, starting to head to their bedroom. "But she has plenty of love to give. You're her best friend, Angel. Never be afraid to reach out to us for help."
"Us?"
Vaggie paused at their door, turning her head to look at him. "I trust you with her, Angel. You are my friend too. If you need help, I am here."
Angel felt the stinging of his eyes and quickly looked away. It has been such a long time since he's had someone to rely on. Something that wasn't a substance but a person who genuinely wanted to see his improvement.
Angel walked into his own room, collapsing onto the bed with Fat Nuggets beside him, his body aching from all the work and abuse Val put him through. He curled up, facing his dresser where a picture of him and Cherri was tucked in the mirror. The other side had a picture from Sir Pen's first day that Angel secretly snatched.
What could he say? He loved his little family.
This time, they love him too.
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little-diable · 1 year
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A Tatooine Sunrise - Din Djarin (smut)
I'm so happy that I can finally post some Din stuff again. This has no spoilers and doesn't pick up on any details of S3, so no worries. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Din tells the reader that it's too dangerous to keep traveling with him, but while he thinks that he is protecting her, he is breaking both their hearts, forcing himself to realise that he loves her.
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, some angst and crying in the beginning, mentions slavery, but a happy end
Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (1.9k words)
Cyar'ika = darling/love/sweetheart
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“Are you insane?” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through the night, eyes set on Din’s frame. The child kept staring at them, gaze flickering between the two that have taken care of it for months now. Anger was radiating off (y/n), hands pressed into her sides to keep herself grounded.
“It’s too dangerous, I won’t drag you with me, not when you have a choice.” A humourless laugh bubbled out of (y/n), violently burying her teeth in her lower lip to keep her screams bottled in. Tears were blurring her vision, angry tears that added to her growing frustration. 
“I’ve been with you for months, helped you whenever you needed me, and now you want to get rid of me? Just like that?” The last part was nothing but a whisper, quiet like the sounds the child made, awfully aware of the crackling tension and the escalating situation. Din took a step closer as he murmured a soft “Cyar'ika”, but (y/n) took a step back, now chasing the distance between them. 
The horizon was drenched in a soft purple, soon the suns of Tatooine would rise, waking yet another day – a day she may no longer spend by Din’s side. The thought left her choking on her sobs, maker, how would she ever survive without him near, the man she had offered her heart to many faded galaxies ago – even though he was still painfully oblivious of her emotions.
“You lived through too much pain, I can’t be the reason for your hurt, not any longer.” Din’s hands were balled into fists, clearly struggling with the words that rolled off his tongue all too effortlessly. A sob wrecked through (y/n), hands scratching at her skin to get rid of the salty tears that left their trail down her cheeks. 
“So, what? I try to survive on Tatooine? How do you think that will play out? I can’t go back to being somebody’s property, Din.” The memories of her past life had been buried the day she had joined Din and Grogu, not daring to think back to all those years. She had been grateful for the way Din had rescued her, ripping her free from the man that had owned her. Her heart was pounding, laying words on her tongue she had always kept bottled inside, not wanting to share the things she felt, but it seemed like it was too late, rolling off her tongue like a waterfall on Scarif. “Can’t you see that I won’t survive without you? I love you, Din. How stupid can you be to not see it? Or do you just not want to see it?”
He didn’t reply, hidden eyes set on the woman that kept crying, trembling due to the overwhelming anxiety that had settled inside her system. It felt like she had been ripped from a dream, forced to adapt to the daunting reality she now had to walk through, on her own. Her glassy eyes found Grogu’s frame, the child was staring at Din, making sounds that left her heart aching, but the Mandalorian spoke no further word. 
“Alright, I guess that answers my question.” She turned on her heel, walking up the ramp of the Razor Crest. (Y/n)’s fingers were violently shaking, lungs aching from the pressure she used to keep her sobs from wrecking through her. Her feet carried her around the ship, picking up her things, trying to find what she’d need to make it through the upcoming days. Where would she live? Would she find work? One question after another found its way to her, adding to the weight resting on her soul. 
“(Y/n), cyar'ika.” Din’s voice echoed through the small room, gloved hands finding her elbow, forcing her to turn towards him. Her glassy eyes found the slits of his helmet, not speaking up as he kept holding her, only the surprised gasp of hers could be heard as Din pulled her against his armoured chest. His hand found the back of her head, pressing her further against him as her sobs kept bubbling out of her. “I’m sorry. I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt because of this life, but I also can’t bear the thought of being the one that hurts you. It was foolish of me to push you away.” 
(Y/n) tightened her hold on him, squeezing the fabric parts of his arms, needing to feel the heat radiating off the Mandalorian. She didn’t reply, too exhausted to speak the thoughts racing through her mind. All she did was nod her head, praying to the stars that he wouldn’t ever try to push her away again. 
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“You need some rest.” (Y/n) murmured the words, eyes set on Din. He had been navigating through the galaxy for the past hours, leaving her alone with Grogu and her still racing thoughts. He had landed a few moments ago, on a dark planet, not giving their position away. By now the child was fast asleep, exhausted just as she was, but her body wouldn’t let her rest, not without Din close. 
“I’m not tired.” Ever since the second they had parted this morning, Din had kept his distance, hiding away in the cockpit. (Y/n) could only assume that he was embarrassed, perhaps even ashamed of the things he had said, how he had tried to leave her behind on Tatooine. 
“C’mon, just for a few hours.” Her hand found his, interlacing their fingers to add more pressure to her words. She tugged on his hand, forcing Din to rise from the seat. No words were spoken as he followed her through the dark Razor Crest, stepping into the small room where she slept. Every now and then Din would join her, body pressed against hers, sharing their body heat, and yet he’d always leave after a few hours, putting his helmet back on before (y/n) rose. 
Darkness swallowed them whole, allowing Din to get rid of his armour as (y/n) laid down, squeezing her eyes shut nevertheless. No words were spoken between them, forcing them to get caught in their daunting thoughts. Din’s cold hands found her frame, pulling her against his chest, allowing (y/n) to listen to his heartbeat, pounding faster than she had anticipated. Her breath clashed against his neck, breathing in his comforting scent, wondering what he was thinking of, which emotions he found himself hanging onto. 
“I,” the vowel rolled off Din’s tongue, hand finding her cheek in the darkness, thumb caressing her skin. “I’m sorry, cyar'ika. I love you too, I always have.” 
She raised her head off his chest, could only assume that he was trying to make out her frame in the thick darkness surrounding them like fog. Slowly (y/n) moved closer, deeply inhaling as if she needed to find the confidence to slowly press her lips against his. His surprised gasp forced her to part, wondering if she had overstepped, but Din didn’t let her get far, hand finding the back of her neck to pull her closer. 
His beard scratched her skin, leaving (y/n) moaning against his lips as their tongues met. The kiss was fuelled by their emotions, needing to communicate what they had kept bottled in since the day they had met one another for the first time. With her hands finding rest on his chest, (y/n) rolled herself on top of him, not breaking their kiss just yet. She felt him twitch against her thigh, his clothed cock grew harder with every passing moment, desperate to feel her close. 
“Been dreaming about this.” The confession rumbled through her as (y/n) started grinding her core against his cock, making both their limbs tremble. Din had a hard time understanding that she wanted this as much as he did, dreaming about her frame pressed against his, searching his warmth as he made her see the prettiest stars only those fortunate enough could see. “Can I?”
With her fingers dancing along the outlines of his underwear, (y/n) patiently waited for his reply, only tugging them down his legs as a soft “Please” left the panting Mandalorian. Din had his hands placed on her thighs, squeezing her skin as he shifted around, sitting up straighter to be closer to her. (Y/n) slowly stroked him, adjusting to the new sensation of feeling him pressed against her skin. 
She found herself distracted for a moment as his hands disappeared beneath her shirt, wandering up to her chest, squeezing her breasts. Her moans only urged him on to use more pressure, praying to the stars that he’d be able to hold on long enough, one with the fantasies that were now turning real. 
“Need you, fuck, want to feel you inside of me.” (Y/n)’s whispers coaxed a groan out of Din, tugging her in for a forceful kiss with one hand, while the other pushed her panties aside, circling her pulsing bundle of nerves with his calloused thumb. Her whines were the sweetest thing he had ever heard, Din was sure of it, forever etched into his mind. 
 “Marker, you’re dripping, baby.” Din’s throaty voice left her thighs trembling, unable to reply as she raised her hips, bringing his cock to her entrance. For a few seconds they were holding still, trying to ground themselves before (y/n) sank down on his cock, moaning his name. He perfectly filled her, bigger than she had anticipated, forcefully stretching her walls. 
(Y/n) began to move, slow at first, wanting to cherish the new sensation, trying to pay his moans enough attention. But the moment Din’s hips started jerking, meeting her movements, she felt her rational thoughts being drowned out, no longer able to focus. She moaned for him, cried his name whenever he tried to bury himself even deeper inside of her, already addicted to the feeling of her. 
“Such a perfect cunt, my pretty girl.” His praises left her walls clenching around his cock, squeezing him as her shaky breaths kept leaving her. Without a warning Din flipped them around, towering over her, wrapping (y/n)’s legs around his waist to fuck her even deeper. She was a goner the moment his thumb found its way back to her clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to the sensitive bundle. 
“I’m close,” (y/n)’s whispers were swallowed by his groans, he was just as close, about to let go with his fingers tightly gripping her thighs and his cock perfectly rubbing against her swollen spot. With her back arched off the bed and her eyes squeezed shut, (y/n) came on his cock, whimpering his name. Din gave it a few more thrusts before he pulled out, releasing himself on her stomach with a heavy groan. 
Both were panting, not letting go of one another just yet, and yet the silence between them began to grow. She felt him shift around, wiping her clean before he left her alone for a few moments. Her thoughts were racing, trying to catch up with reality and what had just happened between them. Only as Din found his way back to her, pulling (y/n) into his chest, lips finding her forehead, did she dare to relax. 
May the suns rise again on Tatooine, may the stars burn out one by one, but she wouldn’t ever dare to let him go again.
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nonameyoon · 2 years
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⚠︎ Warning: This contains Yandere themes, which means there will be mentions of extreme violence/abuse and toxic relationships. If you do not like/feel uncomfortable with this kind of content, feel free to skip this post.
☁︎ Yandere Type: Controlling
Everything you do is monitored by this man; from the way you dress, to the way you speak. It’s been like this since the moment his eyes landed on you. You’d have to follow his every rules because that’s what good partners do!
He knows very well you’re capable of doing things for yourself, considering you were an extremely independent person before you met him, but now? Oh, you lost all that dignity you had. Everything you built for yourself was suddenly ruined.
Makes sure you eat well no matter how mad you are at each other. One of the best, and maybe only, parts of your relationship. He’ll make you home cooked meals and will make you eat all three foods (breakfast, lunch, dinner) no matter how much you tell him you only eat two times a day. He doesn’t play around with your health, and if you don’t take care of yourself, he will.
You want to go out? Really? Do you really want to go out? If you do, you have to ask him first. Tell him your exact location, why you’re go there, who you’re going with, what you’ll be doing; everything. And don’t you dare lie to him, because at the end of the day, he’ll always find out if you did.
Remember when you used to play games with your friends? When you had fun with them and laughed for hours on end while playing? Yeah? Well too bad, because they’re now distant memories. Jin doesn’t quite like your friends, so therefore, you’re not allowed to play with them anymore. In fact, don’t bother even contacting them ever again.
His treatment towards you can vary. Sometimes he’ll treat you like an actual grown human being, but other times he’ll treat you like a damn child—much to your annoyance of course. Whenever you are arguing about something, his voice will go a higher pitch and he’ll start explaining to you like a parent explaining something to their small child. You feel so annoyed and almost humiliated by him…
He really does act like an angry parent when you get on his bad side. It gets on your nerves but at the same time, you’re terrified. You knew this wasn’t healthy, that couples should love and trust each other, not fear one another. You couldn’t possibly count the times you wanted to break things off with him because of his actions, but every time you were about to talk to him about it, you were shut down immediately. There was no way of escaping this relationship, and deep down you knew that.
“What are you wearing? Do you think that looks good? See, I should’ve never let you pick your own clothes, you dress like a child,”
“Are you serious? Why didn’t you ask me first? I’ve repeated this over and over again and you just don’t listen. You know what, you’re not going anywhere anymore. Maybe next time you’ll learn to listen,”
☁︎ “Is he dangerous towards you?”
Not really, if you don’t anger him I mean. Why would you want to do that anyways? It’s better to avoid conflict than speak your mind, because he’s always ready to give you a piece of his mind if you ever step out of line. And don’t dare disrespect him because you’ll receive a little more than a light scolding.
You’re raising your voice at him? That’s fine, he can speak louder than you. So much louder. So go ahead, scream at him all you want, he’ll beat you to it and yell even louder until you stop throwing a fit.
He would become violent, but never towards you. No, he could never hurt you, how could you even think that? Sure, he’d give you a light smacking on the wrist for disrespecting him, but that’s not hurting you, that’s discipline! I mean, for Jin it is. It’s 100% necessary to do this, because then how can he mold you to be perfect for him? Apart from that, expect a lot of cabinets being slammed or his hands slamming against any surface he’s on. This is your warning sign to shut your mouth.
His best resort is to scold you whenever you’re ‘misbehaving’, and it isn’t pretty either. You don’t know what’s worse, his hurtful words, or the slight stinging on your wrist. Honestly, the stinging goes away after a while, but the squeezing of your heart lasts all day. It’s no doubt that something inside you is seeking validation from Jin, and maybe that’s why you haven’t called the police on him or gotten a restraining order. That’s why you stay with him. He’s made you into a dependent dog.
“You’re being a brat, you know that? Stop it. I don’t want to repeat myself again, or do you want to go on time out?,”
“I’m treating you like a child? Really? If that’s what you think, maybe I should start treating you like one since you want to throw tantrums all the time. No? Oh, but I was sure that’s what you wanted,”
☁︎ “Is he dangerous towards others?,”
He can definitely become a threat to people easily. Not that he goes looking for trouble, in fact, he prefers not to get his hands dirty. But of course, there will always be those who try coming between you and him, and in that case, they better watch their backs. Jin certainly is watching theirs, and that’s not good. He has very good picture memory, so if someone ever insults you in front of Jin, their face will be engrained in his brain.
He will not show any signs of aggression towards others, even when they’re in his nerves. He will only get violent if push came to shove. Apart from that, they could try annoying him all they want, they’ll fail anyways. He only loses his temper slightly when it comes to you. Either someone is bothering you or people are getting too handsy, that’s where his annoyance starts to flood.
He will not allow anyone to get touchy with you. That includes your family members. He is very strict on how close you can get with people, physically and emotionally. There is no room for an extra person in your life, so stop trying to cramp one in. He will only allow you to be close to his family, the only people he trusts. Though, if he thinks you’re getting too comfortable with some of his cousins or brothers, you’ll immediately be banned from coming in contact with them ever again.
Someone is making you uncomfortable? Here comes Jin to save the day. His chest puffed out as he stands tall, he’ll make sure anyone feels inferior the moment he arrives. He’ll ask if there’s a problem and if they don’t back down, he’ll drag you away from them. There’s no time to bicker with some random on the streets. You and him have better things to do.
“Do you seriously think hitting on my partner is a good idea? You should be ashamed of yourself. Go look for someone of your own status,”
“Did your mother not teach you of personal space? Get away from them or I’ll call the police. This is considered a form of harassment,”
☁︎ “Does he have any punishments?”
He does like to discipline you a lot, so he definitely has a few ‘punishments’ for you. Nothing kinky, oh no. Sex doesn’t fix everything, you know? Everything he does, he makes sure to make you feel like a child. After all, that’s how you want to act right? You whine and cry like a kid so he’ll treat you how you act.
He’ll make you go to the corner and stand on your tippy toes, and don’t you dare put your heels on the floor. If you do give up and lower your heels, he’ll make you stand on your tippy toes again, only this time you’ll be holding heavy books above your head. Cry all you want, you’ll only make things worse for yourself.
If he’s feeling nice, you’ll only be put in timeout, meaning you’ll be facing the wall for the rest of the hour—or whenever he decides to let you leave from the corner. You don’t know why you put up with this. Anyone in their right mind would’ve left this relationship immediately.
After his ‘punishments’, he’ll tell you how disappointed he is in you and how he thought you were better than this. He’ll pull on your heart strings to try and get you to avoid doing whatever caused him to be angry again. And it works, that’s why he continues doing it.
To add salt into injury, he’ll take away certain ‘privileges’, like for example, your phone, video games, TV. Oh, and he’ll lock you up in your room as if you’re grounded. You’re not allowed out and you’ll only come out when he says. If you want these things back, you’ll have to earn them.
“Go to your corner and think about everything you’ve done. I don’t want to hear your apologies. I’ve given you enough chances, and I think I’ve had enough,”
“Boo hoo, go ahead, cry. You should’ve though about it before you went ahead and disobeyed me. Now you’ll stand there until I say so. You’re such a disappointment,”
☁︎ “Is he likely to comfort you after a punishment?”
He does. Anytime you’re punished and you take it and learn from your mistakes, he’ll pull you in for a hug and tell you how he’s so proud of you. Though, he will remind you never to disobey him again, because it’ll be worse than this time.
He’ll cook you your favorite meals and let you play as much as you want—as long as you take care of yourself. Not that it would matter anyways. If you didn’t take care of yourself, he’d do it for you. After all, he monitors everything you do, especially what you eat or don’t eat.
He’ll be a little more touchy than usual, making you have mixed feelings. You try so hard to be mad at him, but his sudden change of attitude makes you question yourself. Were you really in the wrong? Was he right to do this to you? He was being so sweet to you and all you had to do was admit you were wrong and do whatever he tells you to do. Is that really a price you’re willing to pay for validation?
“See? I knew you were good. You’re so strong. I’m so proud of you, just don’t ever do that again or I’ll have to punish you once more,”
“I love you, do you still love me too? You know I do this because I love you, right?”
☁︎ “Would he kill for you? If he does, how?”
He would kill if it came to it, but would honestly prefer not to. He’s not a psychopath, not in his mind. He doesn’t kill for fun, nor does he enjoy it one bit. He also doesn’t kill for dumb reasons. See, someone flirting with you isn’t reason enough to make him go berserk. Don’t be silly. Now, if someone put their hands on you, that’s going to make him hurt someone. No one will ever put their hands on you.
He’s a clean freak, so you best believe his way to get through things is blunt force trauma. Easy and clean, maybe a few blood splatters, but that’s all. He likes things quick, so he’ll grab a big rock, and bam, one swing to the back of the head will leave the person bleeding to death.
Everything he does, he’ll do it for you. For your love. Sure, if you ask him to kill someone for no reason, he’ll tell you no, and that it’s crazy, but he’ll honestly think about it…
“So you’re the nasty man who likes to touch on people? You should’ve known better than to put your nasty hands on my lover,”
“Don’t beg for mercy now, and don’t touch me. Your hands are dirty and I can’t go home with someone’s blood on me. Do you want me to get arrested?”
☁︎ Additional details:
“Is he aggressive?”
No, not really. He can raise his voice sure, but he barely becomes ‘aggressive’. His anger builds up slowly, and if it’s too much for him, then he’ll punish you. That’s all there is to it.
“Is he patient?”
Of course he is! He has to have patience for you and for other people. It’s not their fault they can’t do things right. They’re born that way. Therefore, he needs patience so he doesn’t snap at you quickly. Don’t poke the bear too much though, he does have a line and you should never cross it.
“Is he possessive?”
More or less. He doesn’t like people touching you too much. He does let you have friends and he lets you speak to them, but if you’re getting too physically close to them, he will pull you back and hold onto you. He isn’t one to always be stuck to you like gum, but in these occasions, he has to do what needs to be done.
“Does he get jealous easily?”
Yes and no. Let me explain, he gets jealous when he knows something is up. If there’s a ‘friend’ of yours who he knows to be in love with you, his jealousy levels will go on a full time high. If there’s a threat, then yes, he’ll get jealous.
“Is he insecure?”
Insecure? Him? Ha. Don’t make me laugh. He could never be insecure about your relationship. He might not admit it, but he’s very cocky about it. You can’t live without him, and he can’t live without you. Simple as that.
“Why did he become a yandere?”
I can’t tell you for certain where he actually began showing signs of being distorted. It might have to do with the fact that he grew up in a very strict family. Disobeying would lead to serious consequences and various brutal punishments—hence Seokjin doing the same to you, just not as harsh as his parents would do to him. He grew up thinking that he shouldn’t take any mistreatment by others, and that his ground rules should be followed at all times.
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corrodedcoughin · 1 year
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TW for horror ish elements but uh, AU where supernatural creatures exist and the world knows about them so they don't have to hide.
Steve is one of the prestigious Harrington Werewolves, large mansion backed onto the woods for full moons. People always respected or feared his father - a werewolf like him - and so his teachers at school would let him have the day of the full moon off. Where Steve would end up alone in his mausoleum of a house, pacing and trying not to scratch and pull at his hair or punch walls as he got more and more tense as he can start to feel the pull of the full moon. He's angry and hungry and so so lonely. He knows it would be easier with someone else there with him - with pack - werewolves are social creatures except his parents are never home, he doesn't trust Tommy or Carol not to poke and prod, and set him off in a violent rage. So he goes it alone, and it fucking sucks.
The full moon rises, he takes his clothes off, and Steve walks alone into the woods. He can feel it pulling inside him, the call of the moon or the wolf or whatever you want to fucking call it. It has gotten to the point where he can't ignore it anymore. He drops to the ground and screams. Hands grasping at the dirt beneath him, body convulsing as he changes. His bones snap. His muscles tear. Fur sprouts. His muzzle grows. It looks and feels like he is being torn apart. Steve is human and Steve is a wolf and he is both and he is neither and he can hear the moon calling and he wants to rip and tear and hunt and feed and he has no one to calm him down.
He awakens alone and naked in the middle of the woods, covered in dirt and what he hopes is dried animal blood. So he goes home, showers, crawls into bed and tries not to think about going to school tomorrow.
And then he meets Nancy and he's dating Nancy and he can feel the wolf in him getting possessive so he tries to hold back. Except he can smell her perfume from across the room and hear her heart beat all the way across school and he loves her. He wants her near, but he doesn't want to hurt her. And then Barb dies in his pool and Nancy blames them both and he can hear the rumours that he killed her and its eating himself up inside.
The Demogorgan dies and he tries to be better. Nancy says he's bullshit, their love is bullshit, and Steve can hear his own heart breaking.
Then he meets Dustin and the little shit worms his way into his heart, talking about a fucked up dog that ate his cat and asking for tips about how to talk to girls. He fights Billy and is winning until Billy fights dirty and pulls out the silver tipped knife and smashes a plate on his head. He saves their lives and can slowly feel Dustin becoming one of his. He goes round to the Henderson's place for dinner and finds that actually eating a large home cooked meal before the full moon makes the anger and the hunger not as bad. He can pick Dustin's heartbeat out of a crowded room and would recognize his scent anywhere. Steve's reluctant to mention it, maybe it's too much, but he lets it slip once and Dustin thinks it's AWESOME.
Robin starts out as just a coworker, then they get locked in a Russian base together with two kids who they both agreed to protect. And Steve gets tortured to protect Robin because he can take more hits than her. And he does and she thinks they killed him. But he's alive and they're drugged and they're in the mall spilling their guts on a bathroom floor and Steve can hear her heart rabbitting in her chest and can smell the panic rolling off her. Then he makes a joke about Tammy Thompson being a Muppet and it goes away and he knows that Robin is becoming one of his. His platonic soulmate. And she starts coming round to his place after the full moon with breakfast to share. Where she holds him and helps clean him and make sure he comes back to himself. He is not alone.
Next Dustin won't stop talking about Eddie, and Steve can feel the jealously rising in his gut like a horrid sickly thing. He knows that being a werewolf can make his emotions more intense, and he knows that Dustin still loves him but he can't help but worry that he's being replaced. Then Vecna happens and Eddie's wanted for murder and he's meeting Eddie and he can smell the sheer terror rolling off the guy. And then the confusion and relief when they believe him. Next thing they're on the lake and they're in the upside down facing down bats and Steve gives into the wolf as he bites down into it. Lets his eyes glow and his teeth sharpen as he growls when he slams that fucking bat into the ground. Then he talks with Eddie and he's actually kind of cool and really fucking pretty and Steve knows enough about his emotions to know that this could be the start of an all encompassing crush and he's trying hard not to focus on the fact that the vest smells like Eddie and therefore HE smells like Eddie.
Then they're facing Vecna and Steve can't help but extend his werewolf hearing, and he hears Dustin screaming his name, calling for him to come help, it's Eddie. So Steve fucking sprints back to the trailer as fast as he can only to find Eddie bleeding out in Dustin's arms. He knows first aid from his time as a life guard, he can hear his heart still beating, so Steve buckles down and tries to save Eddie's life.
And he does and theyre in the hospital and he's not healing the way a werewolf should and he can't help but focus on the sounds of everyone's heartbeat to ground him. Listening to the sounds of Eddie's surgery through the walls. Trying to push down the overwhelming hospital smell of blood and emotion and medicine and it's all too much and he's hurt and Eddie's hurt.
And that's all I got for right now lmao
(Sorry I keep throwing these aus at you, I don't have any Stranger Things friends and my brain will not stop throwing ideas out)
Oh my sweet christ. Listen I saw this in my inbox and KNEW it was going to be good so I saved it so I could savour every single word and fuck it was worth it
Steve so used to waking up the morning after a full moon with dried tears and dirty sheets, ready to start the clean up routine but Robin let herself and Dustin in. Both sleeping in the spare room. Robin hears Steve waking up and pads through to his room, sees the mess and goes to him, holds him. Tells him it’s okay, he’s okay. Dustin comes in with fresh sheets and kind eyes, dropping the sheets on the floor to crowd around steve. To let him feel that he’s cared for. And he does. For the first time in his life he does.
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Steve watches Eddie in the hospital. As soon as he gets discharged Steve does a patrol of the new trailer every night. Making sure he can hear Eddie’s heartbeat, forcing himself not to climb through the window when he can hear him tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He never gets close, doesn’t watch him sleep or anything, he’s not like that, Steve just wants to protect and this is the only way he knows how without telling Eddie exactly how he feels.
It’s worse when he’s in wolf form, can feel the pull of Eddie, wants to be with him, wants to keep him safe. Steve wants to talk to Robin and Dustin about this whole body need but can’t. He can’t let them know that the wolf is winning. Can’t risk them looking at him with wary eyes. So he keeps himself quiet and he does his best to protect his friends.
That is until one full moon night one of Eddie’s ‘business meetings’ goes wrong and suddenly Hawkins own Steve Harrington is bounding through town in wolf form because Eddie is in danger.
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freedfutura · 2 years
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hii!! I’m coming from ur Wattpad! I have a request, Vance hopper x fem reader and it’s just fluff where Vance escaped from the grabber and goes to reader for comfort?
Hey!! I love seeing my Wattpad readers on here. Coming right up! <3 Hope it’s what you’re looking for.
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[Vance Hopper]
Thanks For Sticking Around
Vance Hopper is described as a lot of things. Angry. Violent. Spiteful. Rough. Temperamental. But one thing people often forget to list is sensitive.
Vance Hopper is sensitive.
When he was taken by the grabber, he was forced to face the worst parts of himself. No matter how hard he tried to disguise his fear and pain with bravery and anger, it was clear that he was anything but brave. He had to face the facts- and that was that he was truly stressed out and terrified about his impending doom. He was afraid that no one cared enough to come and find him. That no one would care if he lived or died.
Sure, he was angry. Angry that he was weaker than the grabber. And that try as he may, there was no over powering a grown man twice his size.
In the end, his escape was pure luck. And he didn’t even do it alone- he had to obtain help from people who weren’t even alive. He couldn’t do it alone.
He’s always been stand offish, it’s just in his nature. So when the cops came to interview him, he was as stiff as a board. Not answering a thing they asked for over an hour until he was sick of sitting in the blinding lights of the interrogation room. Then he proceeded to answer their stupid fucking questions with short annoyed responses, finding their pitying expressions extremely irritating. He absolutely fucking hated the way they looked at him- like a hurt kitten. They spoke to him like he could break any second. It made him want to pull his fucking hair out.
When he was finally able to go home, the main goal in mind was to get a shower. He took his time, gently scrubbing at his bruises and scrapes. Watching the water pour down his body and pool around his feet- turning brown and red as it mixed with the blood and dirt previously smudged into his skin. Then, he redressed his wounds, changed into some fresh clothes and laid in bed.
He thought he would finally be able to get a solid nights sleep.
Of course, that was just too much to ask for.
No matter how many times he tossed and turned, he just couldn’t seem to get comfortable under his blankets. He felt wrong. He’s use to having too many feelings that he doesn’t know what to do with, but never before like this. The feelings he has are far more persistent. No amount of beating the shit out of others or playing pinball to dissociate would ever make him forget what happened to him. He can’t even look into a mirror without seeing that piece of shit’s finger prints etched into the skin on his bicep.
In pure frustration he tosses and turns erratically until he can take no more and throws his comforter off him with an angered grunt. He’s so worked up from all the movement that he’s panting with anger, balling up his sheets in his fist until his knuckles turn white.
He closes his eyes tightly in an attempt to calm himself down, and the first thing he thinks of is you.
And that’s when it hits him.
You! He completely fucking forgot he had you! God, what a fucking idiot. How could he forget the very thing that kept him motivated to escape in the first place?
You couldn’t have heard the news yet. They were yet to announce it on live TV. He imagines you must be worried sick about him, and his dumbass has had the power to make that suffering end this whole time.
He rushes to stand up from his bed, wasting no time to hurry to the phone in his bedroom. At first, looking at it makes him cringe as he unintentionally remembers the one in the basement. However, he soon shakes away that feeling, moving forward to pick it up off the receiver and place it against his ear. His fingers move quickly to dial the only number he had ever memorized. The same number he tried dialing in that damn basement oh so many times. Your number.
It rings for a few moments, and he begins to worry that he’s calling too late. After all, it’s already nearly midnight and your goody two shoe self always went to sleep at 11 on the dot.
Just as he’s losing hope, he hears a click followed by some shuffled noises.
“H-Hello?” You mumbled out groggily.
His face lights up in excitement, already feeling at ease by the mere sound of your voice.
His voice gets caught in his throat as he thinks of what to say, until he finally settles on keeping it simple. “Hey, sweetheart…”
If he could see your expression now, he would probably laugh.
Your eyes just about fall out of your school with how wide the burst open. You literally drop your phone in surprise before hurriedly rushing to pick it up again.
“V-Vance?! Where are you?! Are you ok?! Do I need to call 911?!” You rush out, choking back tears as you clutch the phone tightly.
He chuckles softly, shaking his head despite the fact that you can’t see him. “Nah. I already talked to those fucktards. They’re still as shitty as they were before I went missing. I’m at home. I’m alright now. Just a little bruised up- nothing too bad.”
“Y-You’re ok? What happened to you?” You stammer out, wiping away any stray tears that managed to escape you.
Though you’re trying your best to hide the fact that you’re crying, he can clearly tell by your irregular breathing and the shakiness in your voice.
With a slight frown he replies, “I…was…taken. By the fucking grabber. But I killed that motherfucker. Snapped his neck with a fucking phone cord. I bet he’s rotting in hell as we speak.”
From the sound of his voice, you would never be able to tell he was just kidnapped and trapped in the confines of a basement hours before. It’s honestly concerning. You know how Vance can be. He bottles up his emotions and then explodes at an innocent bystander for breathing too loud. But the worst part about him bottling things up is that he forces himself to suffer alone. And you’re not having that.
“I’m coming over. Now,” you decide sternly, hanging up the phone before he even has a chance to reply.
His heart flutters at the determination in your tone. Though he would never admit it, he always appreciated the way you would stubbornly force him to allow you to comfort him. He really needed someone to push his boundaries right now. To force him to let their love in.
Within a few minutes, he hears rustling outside his window, and looks over just in time to see you throw the panes open and clumsily falling through. You land awkwardly on the floor. He snorts at your idiocy, though is quickly cut off when you bounce right back up and practically throw yourself at him.
He stumbles back into his bed, barely saving himself as you throw your arms tightly around his neck and kiss his face again and again.
He feels heat creep up his neck and fights the urge to shove you off and cuss you out. Normally, he isn’t the hugest fan of affection beyond the occasional hand holding, but after everything he’s been through, he just can’t bring himself to deny your touch. He didn’t want to waste the very lucky opportunity he’s been given to feel your warmth once more. So, he carefully wraps his arms around your waist, allowing you to lay atop him as his eyes slowly shut in relief.
This is what he needed. You. In his arms. Your hair tickling his cheek. The scent of your shampoo lingering in the air around him. Your soft skin against his. God, he needed it so bad.
His hold on you tightens as he realizes this, unintentional tears strolling down the sides of his face.
“I missed you so bad,” you admit, your voice shaking and inevitably cracking towards the end of your sentence as you begin to tremble with tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
He hums lightly in response, simply showing his appreciation for you by holding you tight.
“Can I stay the night?” You ask hopefully.
He remains silent for a moment, but eventually replies, “yeah, alright. If that’s what you want. I don’t really care.”
You smile. Because even though he says that, his hold on you had just increased ten fold- showing no signs of letting up even if you had changed your mind.
Vance had a funny way of asking you to stay. Not by using his words, but rather through his actions. You knew when he called he was secretly asking you for your comfort, without actually saying that. He made it seem like what happened was no big deal, knowing you would come running to his aid.
Not everyone was cut out for a relationship with him- but to you he was complex. And you were willing to take your time and put your pride aside to understand him.
And later on, when he assumes you are sleeping, he ever so quietly whispers, “thanks for sticking around.”
And you just smile, pretending not to have heard a thing.
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joelstoes · 1 year
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Marc Spector
Warnings:Mommy issues,BPD,angst
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It wasn't often that both Marc and you would argue.Because although Marc was one of the people who couldn't communicate a lot,he would always make sure to make up to you.Even if it was with small actions such as cooking something for you to eat,buying you stuff that he thought you would enjoy.Giving you cups of warm coffee as you worked on whatever you were doing.Marc was the bigger person in your relationship.While you were absolutely horrible at opening up to him.He'd often beg you to say anything or even be mad at him Marc didn't care as long as you said something.
But you had a nasty habit of just giving the silent treatment,not getting angry,or sad. Just keeping quiet until you forgot about it.He'd hate when you'd do that,because it was affecting him too.Yes Marc would lash out more than you,you understood that.Never held it against him.Because in the end he would always apologize. Swallowing your feelings was something that was obviously not healthy for you.But for the sake of keeping Marc happy it was something that happened often.What he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him right?You couldn’t bare the thought of even losing him.You wouldn’t accept the thought either.Marc was the only thing that made you happy.You didn’t care the cost of having him,as long as he was next to you.
You were a bit of a violent person,emotionally and physically when you needed to be.But keeping your mouth shut while Marc was screaming his head off at you for something that got him upset.You chose to stay quiet.He’d watch your unfazed face and feel himself slowly start to calm down.Now the whole argument was pointless.Huffing in anger and pushing his hair back that slightly got in his face.“I-I’m sorry I overreacted.”He whispered softly.Not saying anything you nodded and went towards him,wrapping your arms around him to hug.You couldn’t bare being mean to Marc.You couldn’t bare to yell at him.He was someone who needed understanding and care and lots and lots of love.
But so were you.
“What?”You slightly laugh from hearing the voice repeat to you what you obviously already heard the first two times.Your brother’s voice was pitchy and hearing you laugh made him scoff through the phone.“What didn’t you understand the first two fucken times,Mom’s dead.”The words were still processing in your Brain.Marc standing next to you clearly worried about what was going on,since you had that look on your face.“N-No she can’t be,I-I thought-,I thoug-.”Rage was the only feeling that you felt.Your grip on the phone tightening so much to the point your hand turned a certain shade of red.Having your Eyes starting to get watery but all you could do was hum softly to keep the tears in.
“Hey what’s going on??”Marc interrupted but he couldn’t finish since your brother began to speak again.“Oh stop acting like you cared about her!! You left (Y/N),you’re probably happy hea-.”Not letting him finish you hung up the phone quickly.With all the strength you had,your arm extended while roughly throwing it across the room.Not being able to breathe,falling to your knees while gripping onto nothing that was in the floor.Immediately dropping down to your side Marc’s face of panic came into your view.“(Y/N)! Hey look at me!! What’s wrong?!!”A loud pitchy ring was all you could hear,the faint calls of your husband while he desperately held onto you.Memories filled your head at the very point.Your mother was all you could see.
No matter now many times she would tell you that she loved you,you knew it was a lie.A mother would never let her children suffer for her own satisfaction.A mother didn’t pick favorites,while neglecting her other children.A mother wouldn’t let her children be exposed to violence simply because she was in love.A mother would never pick her multiple partners over her own child.No she was anything but a mother.A horrible human being.A far thing from being a good mother.
The constant criticisms she threw at you,her hateful words when you did something that didn’t Please her.
“I can do whatever I want to you! I am your mother!”You remembered she hatefully said while grabbing your hair in a tight grip.You couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but stay still.Wanting so desperately to cry right there and then,but you didn’t want her to see how much she could hurt you.Yet with everything that she did to you,all the abuse and neglect she put you through.You couldn’t bring yourself to even hate her.Maybe you were sick who knows.But when she would pay attention to you in the slightest bit,you felt as if she was the best human being alive.
“It’s gonna be o-okay! Don’t worry about me.”Looking back to when you were small.Although she had blood dripping down her nose from a hit you caused she still smiled at you.Opening your big mouth to your father about seeing her other partners.You didn’t know you were doing anything wrong,but it was all your fault.Maybe that was the reason she despised you so much.Because it was all your fault.
You weren’t enough to make her stay with you.You weren’t enough to make her pick you.You were never enough,and you never would be.
“(Y/N)!”You heard Marc’s voice pull you back from the memories you were having.Panic filled your body so reacting to his touch you pushed him away from you harshly while moving away,shaking and crying.Hands going up to grip at your hair and pull on it from the news you remembered you got.Everything was starting to fill empty again.The feeling you dreaded so much was now consuming you.“God (Y/N)! Don’t do that!”Marc tried to go towards you to stop you from hurting yourself but all you did was glare at him.
“Shut up Marc!!! Just shut up!! Leave me alone!!”You were scared,he could clearly see that.But seeing you for once let what you felt out hurt him.You continued to pull at your hair as hardly as you could,just to avoid the feeling of emptiness.Marc couldn’t even touch you,worried that you’d get more aggressive with him.So he simply took a seat a bit far from you but still close enough to get you to try and calm down.“Please (Y/N),just don’t hurt yourself,I promise I won’t touch you or talk but I can’t stand to see you hurt yourself.”Marc pleaded with you,trying his best to convince you on letting go of your hair.
You loved the sound of his voice.So soft and tender,something that no matter how many times you heard it,you would never get tired of.So hesitantly your fingers let go of the hair you were gripping.Tears still spilling like a River,Marc watched with slight satisfaction now that you were calming down.Both of you didn’t speak and only sat there next to each other.The sobs you let out being the only thing filling the room.He didn’t know what it was that got like this.But Marc wanted to know,whenever you were ready to talk.Soon your crying came to a stop.Now you were only hugging your knees and staring at the interesting floor,letting your thoughts run free in your mind.Marc wasn’t gonna let you think horrible things,so he spoke up.
“How about I help you take a nice warm shower hmm?I think it would help you a lot.”He spoke softly,ready to hear what you would say.You didn’t say anything but simply nodded at the request.“Can I touch you?”Marc whispered while starting to stand up slowly,trying to not startled you.Once again you nodded.Grabbing you by the bottom of your arms he pulled you up and grabbed your waist to lead you to the restroom.Sitting you on the bed while he went and got everything ready for you.All you could do was sit there and let Marc do whatever he wanted to you.You were zoned out,it was as if you weren’t even alive,just a body.“Come here baby.”Hearing the soft whisper of Marc and raising your arms to help him start undressing you.Once you were naked,slowly he sat you down in the already full bathtub.
Raising his sleeves and kneeing down next to the bathtub while starting to pour water on your shoulders carefully.Marc knew just how to take care of you when you needed it.It was something you often did to him when he felt like you did.“My mom’s dead.”You turned over to face but not being Able to stop the big fat tears that were already leaving your face.Marc wasnt going to push anything tonight.But yet here you were telling him for once what was wrong.“Don’t cry honey,it’s gonna be okay.”Now he was definitely in your shoes.After all his mother had died too,he knew how it felt.Marc didn’t have you when his mother died,he only had Steven.But it didn’t matter because you now had Marc,Steven,and Jake with you.
You were just like him.Maybe that’s why you understood him so much,never raising your voice at him,keeping all of your feelings to yourself.You didn’t want Marc to go through what he went though once,with you again.“I-I love her Marc,even after everything she put me through,is that wrong?”You laugh slightly,yet your face didn’t show any joy.Pushing some loose strands of your hair,he gave you a small smile and shook his head.“No baby,there’s nothing wrong with that,you have a big heart for still loving her.”
“Hey how about I make you something to eat hmm? Anything you want just ask me for it okay?”He changed the topic,which relieved you a bit.“Can I have a kiss?”Marc giggled slightly while nodded.Getting his head closer towards you,you couldn’t help but to wrap your naked body around him and pull him towards you.Kissing him with need and fingers running his soft curls that were now in a messy state.The way your lips pushed harshly against him Marc could help but let out a small whine.Ignoring he was in clothes his body jumped into the bathtub onto top of you while enjoying the deepened kiss.
“M-Marc.”Pulling away from the kiss slightly to moan out his name.But returning to kiss again you press him down harder on you.At this point you just wanted to be as close as possible with him.Whimpering at how you caught his lip between your teeth,he pulled away while breathing heavily and shaking his head.“Look what you did.”He teased and immediately taking off his wet clothes.“How about we sleep now hmm? I don’t wanna tire you out more then you already are,plus you love when we cuddle naked.”
Marc was your sole reason for living.He was the perfect Man.You loved him so much.“You’ll still want me? Even all wet?”He stood you up from the bathtub and pressing you against his naked chest.“Never stopped me before.”He teased,you couldn’t stop the laugh that left your lips wanting nothing more then to make him yours that moment.
Both of you were now in bed with your naked bodies pressing up against each other.With arms around Marc’s waist and his around your shoulders.Softly he played with your hair and you kept squirming around,trying your best to keep on getting closer to his body.Both of your lips up against each other,streamy breathes and whiny whimpers escaping from Marc’s lips.With a blanket covering both of your bodies the heat from each other was staring to get too much.But neither of you minded,only focused on the others hands gripping onto each other tightly.
“I love you.”Marc’s trembling voice makes out and he keeps repeating himself to let you know.The whorish cries he pours onto your lips only seeming to get louder.Getting on top of him with your arms at the sides of his head while breathing out next to his ear.He’s whimper and slightly shaking from how much you got him melting with your kisses.Teasingly brushing your lips against his you can’t help but laugh when Marc yelps at how your not kissing him.With his needy gasps coming out,you press your nose next to his and brush them against each other as well as your lips.
“Stop whining whore.”
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Hey friends, happy Wednesday! Today we are highlighting our dearly beloved Voice of the Tempest, Keyleth! We have six fics featuring various rarepairs including her! As always, you can find them below the cut and if you check any of them out, I encourage you to leave kudoes and comments to spread the rarepair love 💕
tell me what you need (oh, you look so free) by ladyofrosefire (5,348 words, Explicit) Pairing: Zahra Hydris/Keyleth (Zahraleth) Warnings: CNC scene where the negotiation occurs largely off screen.
Keyleth goes to Zahra with a request—to be taken out of her head, down, and apart. And to not have to say what she wants.
Reccer Says: It has both excellent characterization and understandable choreography where no one suddenly grows a third hand.
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Can You Squeeze Us in Somewhere? by Star_Joy (828 words, General) Pairings: Shaun Gilmore/Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Vaxlethmore), Queerplatonic Shaun Gilmore/Keyleth Warnings: None
Vax and Keyleth get back to Emon after an adventure and are utterly exhausted. Luckily, they have Gilmore to turn to for rest.
Reccer Says: It’s sooooo cute. Just lovely fluffy goodness. Also very fun to see Gilmore and Keyleth as queerplatonic partners within this ot3!!
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Let It Build by wtgw (5,946 words, Explicit) Pairing: Keyleth/Grog Strongjaw (Grogleth) Warnings: Mild Blood, Under-negotiated Kink
Grog helps Keyleth manage her anger issues. Friendly violence and violent sex ensues — it’s not romantic, it’s just helping a friend out!
Reccer Says: It was surprisingly emotional and sweet, and the descriptions of how angry Keyleth was were almost scary! also aromantic4demisexual friend sex!
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i'll be there for you by romeoandjulietyouwish (1,357 words, General) Pairings: Queerplatonic Shaun Gilmore/Keyleth, Shaun Gilmore/Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Vaxlethmore) Warnings: None
While out one night, someone starts following Keyleth. She takes refuge at Gilmore’s. Cuddling and comfort ensue.
Reccer Says: While it’s not tagged as such, Shaun and Kiki are really the focus here and they’re so sweet. Shaun’s so full of love, I adore him. Also the three of them all together at the end is very cute 🥰
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Broken; Unbidden; Unearthed: Love in the Limelight by marleybone (7,036 words, Mature) Pairing: Keyleth/Vex'ahlia (Vexleth) Warnings: Allusions to a past abusive relationship
Vex is an actress, Keyleth is a model. Vex sees her at a runaway show one night, is infatuated, and things spiral out from there.
Reccer Says: okay LISTEN, Keyleth hasn’t really technically shown up yet and it’s been a minute since an update but what’s there is So Good regardless. The depth of worldbuilding in the three chapters up is so good and the banter between Vex and the supporting cast is amazing. Also it being a memoir from Vex’s POV, written by Tary, about her and Keyleth’s love story? Genius, I’m obsessed and desperately craving more.
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steady your breath, honey, lower your spear by friendly_ficus (6,020 words, Teen) Pairing: Keyleth/Grog Strongjaw (Grogleth) Warnings: Grief/Mourning
Keyleth isn't coping well in the aftermath of the fight against Vecna--and losing Vax. She's angry and eager to pick fights wherever she can, regardless of if she gets hurt doing it. When Grog realizes this, he offers to fight with her himself. Neither of them expected any feelings to grow from it, until, of course, they did.
Reccer Says: An exceptionally characterized and written piece, it's stuck with me even years after first reading it. It approaches the Keyleth/Grog relationship with such believability and tenderness, not to mention dealing with Keyleth's grief and the complex process of having feeling for someone after loss. An all around fantastic piece.
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Dean “violently kicked a duffel bags” is such an exaggeration. He kicked a duffel bag so what? He has a right to be mad, people act like he hit her. Also he’s a teenage boy who’s still learning how to handle relationships. Calling him an abuser is a leap.
first of all if you’re celebrating Christmas so i wish you an happy holiday!
now, shall we begin why dean is, in fact, an abusive piece of shit?
look, i didn’t made those gifset but even if i was, i would’ve still think that dean is an abusive piece of shit. and “he was a teenager boy” isn’t an excuse when he, an adult, cheat on his wife with his ex… girlfriend in her room while leading her to believe they broke up?
everything he did from the beginning is just wrong. by kissing her in their… what? third interaction ever in a public place, mind you? how is that normal? by building her a car and than dump her because she didn’t said i love you back? that’s not normal behavior.
the amount of times he calls, the amount of letters he sent in s3 while she’s in washington. his reaction to everything, really, is not normal.
there’s a way to react to anything, and the fact that rory had to write him a letter to explain what was going on because she was afraid of his reaction and the fact that he kicking the bag in public and yes, could’ve hurt rory as well him says a lot about him as a person.
now that being said i would also add that he has every right to be angry. hell, i’ll be angry if i’ll ever build a car and than it got destroyed but also, i would put my anger aside because who cares about the car while considering the fact that the person that i loved got into a car accident. it wasn’t rory or jess fault.
it was a car accident. there was something on the road, jess didn’t want to hurt it and so they got into a car accident.
it was a car accident and he could’ve react way better and not by kicking a bag on the floor because he got furious that the car broke down or something.
the way he’s always around in the beginning of jess and rory relationship, always trying to pick up fight with jess… he thinks he owns rory, dude. you broke up with her in a public place for everyone to see! you had no dignity to break up with her behind closed doors.
and that’s the thing, he always twists it around so he is the victim in every situation and not, in fact, rory. that been yelled at her house and paris, paris, had to step in and protect her.
the way rory literally had a whole panic attack about losing this bracelet he made her, as though she was so afraid to tell him she lost it. like how is that normal? a normal person would just say “it’s okay, stuff like that happen. i’ll make you a new one”
one of my favorite compression is jess reaction to rory hanging out with dean at miss patty show thing VS dean reaction to rory hanging around Jess.
jess doesn’t yell about it, or making a scene, or making rory feel like she had to hide things from him. he just asks her to tell him about it next time so he won’t read it on elsewhere and then he… moves on. like a normal boyfriend should. her entire relationship with dean is like walking around eggs being afraid he’ll get mad!
the fact that rory needs reassurance that jess doesn’t mad at her at the festival episode just shows how badly dean treated her. if she was still with dean, he would’ve yelled already, making a whole scene about how rory dares to hangs around people who isn’t him, as he did in 2x13. it wasn’t rory’s fault jess bought the basket, yet dean make it her fault and turns it around her “you’re hurting me now” (making her feel guilty about the whole thing in the first place) instead of just respecting the fact that there are stuff in this town that doesn’t have nothing to do with him.
jess had more money. the whole point of the whole thing was you have more money, you buy the basket, you take the girl who made the basket to lunch. jess didn’t forced rory to go with him, jess didn’t do anything wrong, he did exactly what everyone else did.
like correct me if i’m wrong but lorelai had to drug out luke to buy her basket so he could take her to lunch and yet, it’s rory’s fault that jess bought her basket.
if I remember correctly jackson also didn’t bought sookie’s basket for some reason and had to buy it from the person who bought it in the first place.
but regardless, you know what the first thing dean does when rory goes with jess? he goes to cry to lorelai about it, to spin it on rory, that rory would be the blame here and not, idk, him for not letting this go.
when rory comes back from it, actually happy and having a good time, lorelai takes dean’s side because dean made her to believe that it is all jess / jess and rory fault.
he blames his reaction and his behavior on her.
so it’s not, “he was a teenager boy he kicked a bag”, it’s more complicated and dean is an abusive piece of shit and that’s the hill i would die on.
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Hi! I know I just requested something, but could you do headcannons with Violet Parr with a reader who gets overwhelmed , frustrated, stressed, and mad easily? If that’s ok
Short tempered/Easily overwhelmed S/O
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Violet would always go the extra mile in their relationship to protect her partner. This would include, protecting her partner from negative energy or overwhelming situations. Violet would also be quick to comfort her partner about any negative emotions, and try to help them with any overwhelming feelings. Violet would be a very loving and caring partner, who would do whatever was necessary to ensure that her partner's wellbeing was always put first.
Her S/O is very quick to anger, and Violet has learned to carefully pick her fight or else it will devolve into a huge argument. She understands that her partner is impulsive by nature, and as such, Violet finds it easy to make jokes, to distract them from their anger. Because she does not have a violent or aggressive nature, Violet rarely gets angry with her partner, and often finds that she has to be the one to de-escalate fights or make peace within their relationship.
She makes sure to always show them her appreciation for them being in her life.
She gives them space and time to themselves whenever they need it.
She is often reassuring towards them, letting them know everything is okay, and that she's there for them if they need anything.
She gives them lots of hugs and affection when they are feeling overwhelmed to help them feel better and calm down.
Violet's love language is acts of service. She loves doing little things for her partner to show how much she cares for them. She might make them their favorite meal or leave notes for them each day.
She's always there for her partner when they're struggling with something, and she loves to lend an ear and provide advice.
She's willing to go out of her comfort zone to make her partner happy.
Violet Parr likes to do nice things for her partner to try and brighten their mood, like maybe buy a flower or offer to help with a task.
Violet tends to stay quiet when her partner is angry, to try and avoid making the situation worse.
Violet is a people pleaser, and goes out of her way to try and make her partner feel better on their bad days. 
She is often annoyed by her partner's quick temper, but she can also find their anger adorable and amusing. She may try to tease them by doing things that she thinks will make them angry, just to see their reaction.
She enjoys the thrill of pushing their buttons, but she also genuinely cares about them and would never do anything to seriously hurt them. In fact, she's always the first to notice if they are starting to get too angry and will step in to try and calm them down.
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Simping for Blackmore hours have returned so I'm doing the entire yandere alphabet because I am starved of Blackmore content!
I'll definitely post more so send me an ask if you want to see your faves alphabet
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Blackmore's yandere alphabet
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Affection — how do they show their love and affection?
His love language is gifts. Often gifts his darling flowers that he's picked. On the odd occasions he may actually buy gifts, typically backed goods, plush toys and candy. Some times he bites too which might come as a shock to his darling.
Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
He'd never harm his darling intentionally but if anyone was in his way or had hurt them then he'd have no issue in hurting them or even killing.
Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?
He'd treat them like royalty. If they're sad or angry he'll try anything to make them belive that he did it for their own good. He is very stubborn and will not agree to their plees to leave. Why would they? After all they're much safer with him.
Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
He will try to hug and kiss his darling at every chance he can. He's like an attention starved puppy.
Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Emotionally he's very vulnerable. He's absolutely love struck. When things go his way he's overjoyed and can barely contain his feeling, the same thing can be said about sadness or anger, he does try to contain those negative aspects but he can only bottle up those feelings so long before he bursts and it can sometimes be violent.
Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?
No he hates it, it breaks his poor heart. He loves them and wants them to be happy but he also wants them to be safe. Sometimes he ends up crying. He questions what he's done and sometimes feels genuinely awful about his actions but he alway ends up convincing himself that he is in the right.
Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
He doesn't. He'll do everything in his power to stop them from leaving. Some times he will stalk his darling though in an attempt to learn how they escaped and what their plans are for future reference before grabbing them and taking them back.
Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
His outbursts. Most times he cries, cluches them and tells them about his worries about them or even admits he's in the wrong but can't help himself. Unintentionally gaslighting darling. Rarely however he'll get aggressive, he doesn't mean to hurt them but he can't control himself. He scratches, bites and tackles all while screaming and yelling. It's intense. Once his anger has subsided his mortified by his actions and instantly tries to help his darling. Whether comforting them or treating their wounds all while profusely apologizing. But his darling is frightened, they'll beg him to leave them alone but he won't. He has to make it up to them for what he did.
Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?
He doesn't want much just him and his darling to live in a ranch in the country where they can spend the rest of their life in peace. Have a lot of animals, maybe even a few kids. (I personally hc that he was never really taught about sex so that might take a while)
Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?
He can get very jealous. Not to the point where some one making eye contact with his darling will affect him but if he sees someone getting a little too close to them he'll definitely take that as crossing the line. He'll try to convince darling that that individual is a threat, that they'll only harm them. If that doesn't work then he will pursue the individual. Threaten them or even kill.
Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?
As I said before he's like a attention starved puppy. He'll be showering his darling with affection, it's suffocating they will barely have time to their self with him around.
Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?
They first befriend darling. He loves their praises and it affects him majorly since he's not used to it. Everything seems normal, maybe a gift here or their but I takes a while for him to confess his feelings to them. Perhaps in that time darling might have already found a crush or might be moving soon.
Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Yes he's usually quite shy but his darling makes him feel confident. He's a lot more cheerful around them compared to anyone else.
Naughty — how would they punish their darling?
He locks them in the bedroom, only coming into to give them food and water. He'll scold them about what they've done. Usually lasts a day or two but sometime more depending on how much they hurt him.
Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?
He's rarely let's darling out of the house. And has to be right near them in a isolated location if he does let them out.
Patience — how patient are they with their darling?
It depends on his mood, but he does lean on the more patient side of the spectrum.
Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Never. If darling escapes he will stop at nothing to find them. He's consumed with worry as all his worst fears get the better of him. If they die He's consumed with guilt, even if it was due to a disease he'll still blame himself for their death. He tries to live on but ever time he sees the grave he'd dug for you he feels like he's being stabbed in the heart.
Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?
Absolutely. He feels horrible whenever darling tries to escape or rejects him. He knows it's wrong but he just wants them to be safe.
Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
He had a pretty sheltered life as a kid and only really learnt the dangers of the world once he left home. Also not feeling in love before. To him this love is a once in a lifetime thing and he needs to protect that at all costs.
Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He feels horrible and tries everything he can to make them feel better but it often just makes the situation worse as it come across ignorant.
Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Some of his actions are unintentional or misguided, he doesn't understand the harm in some of his actions. Sometimes coming of malicious when he really isn't.
Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
His guilt, they'll try their hardest to get him to at least let them out for a bit or to go to get their favorite snack and he'll eventually cave.
Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?
Never intentionally. He might occasionally grab them to tightly on accidentally or might hurt them during an outburst.
Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?
They are his everything, they're an angel that graces his presence. He spoils them with his affection and gifts.
Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
A pretty long time as long as nothing threatens his relationship with darling.
Zenith — would they ever break their darling?
Never intentionally however after several failed escape attempts and guilt tripping they may just break. Give up on escape and start to actually belive that what he's done is in their best interest.
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spicedwatermel0n · 11 months
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TW// S/H, BLOOD, BRUISING, AND IMPLIED ABUSE ON THE THIRD IMAGE, TALK OF ABUSE, ALCOHOL AND S/H IN SECOND PART OF THE CAPTION BELOW THE DRAWINGS.
I would also like to add that these are mostly headcanons that I've made for coping with my own trauma with the subjects. I make these headcanons for my own comfort knowing that I'm not alone when struggling, and for people who struggle with these things themselves who wish they could see their struggles portrayed in their favorite characters. I do NOT support acts of hurting oneself or others and if you're in a bad situation please get help if you can <33 these struggles can occur at ANY age. If you see signs of someone possibly hurting themselves, hurting others, or being hurt, no matter how young or old, tell someone who can help them get out of the situation.
I think they'd always be there for each other, even for small things like one of them being a little angry or one of them just having a bad day. They love each other, and feel comfortable enough around each other to let out their emotions freely without fear of being shamed. Wally likes to tell Hoagie that they're "battling this together", even if what is happening to Hoagie has nothing to do with Wally. He likes to compare it to fights with adult tyranny where he thought he'd lose but ended up winning in the end, and tells Hoagie that he just needs to keep fighting.
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They both share similar struggles, both are abused and both have a tendency to hurt themselves on purpose when they feel strong negative emotions. Wally deals with his mother who lost her job recently and has taken to drinking alcoholic beverages to cope, which causes unnecessarily violent actions towards Wally and ONLY Wally, at completely unexpected points. She's normally very sweet and caring, but the alcohol messes with her and makes her feel as though she needs to punish her older son in more extreme ways. Wally has gotten used to the feeling of being hurt that he impulsively hurts himself constantly out of habit (typically with his nails, scissors, edges of tables, etc) or out of anger (banging his head, ripping his hair out, slapping his face, etc). Hoagie deals with the same issues, but they form much differently than they do for Wally. His grandma hurts him both mentally and physically, but instead of doing it when/where no one else can see like Wally's mom, she does it anywhere at any time in front of anyone. His mom is too afraid to confront her own mother, so he's forced to deal with her abuse (caused by dementia). Unfortunately, Hoagie grew up with unrestricted internet access and learned about unhealthy coping skills far too early in his life. He never showed an issue with keeping himself safe until Abby had a brief struggle with it a year prior to the show. She had picked it up from Cree, who encouraged her to hurt herself to make herself feel better. Of course, she realized how horrible it made her feel and the permanent damage it would cause and stopped doing it, and eventually got her sister to get help for it, but Hoagie began doing it afterwards because Abby had explained to him *why* people hurt themselves sometimes. He ended up with a habit of hurting himself very quickly, and even got to a point of addiction to hurting himself (that only lasted a week thankfully) where he would carry around a box cutter and just start hurting himself at any time and place if he felt the urge to. He's gotten much better about it thanks to support from his friends, but he still deals with occasional relapses.
The two are sticking together to try and keep the other safe. They both struggle with trusting people but they've grown so comfortable around each other that they can trust one another with almost no issue. That has proven very helpful for their recovery, as they both kinda just needed someone they can genuinely trust. They usually just watch Yipper together when they feel bad, it's their favorite thing to watch together lol... Besides romcom, which is more of Hoagies taste, but Wally still enjoys them because it makes Hoagie happy
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938475824521 · 2 years
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Saiko really shouldn't have DID
Sorry, just personal thoughts, but I really don't think Saiko from Saiko no Sutoka should have dissociative identity disorder.
Saiko refers to her violent alter ego as "him". When she is not actively hurting Akira (her senpai) and his friend Shinji she insists that she would never harm her senpai.
In the yandere mode, Shinji and Saiko come across Akira stuffed inside of a locker. Saiko would tell Shinji to go to the infirmary to get help, which is filled with gas that knocks him out. Why would Saiko tell him to go there if he didn't have ulterior motives for that? If Shinji succeeds in dodging it, Saiko would hunt him down anyways and try to kill him. Even if he does escape, Saiko kills him by dropping a vase onto his head.
In the normal/hard mode with Akira, she switches back and forth between "him" and herself. She insists she doesn't want to harm Akira and tells him that in order to not meet "him" he has to not anger her. She gets angry when Akira leaves the office at the beginning of the game and hunts him down. To calm her down, Akira has to stay in her sights 24/7 otherwise she gets angry, and give her headpats when she becomes upset.
In the yangire mode specifically, it's clear that Saiko herself is possessed rather than having DID. (This is different from "Nightmare" mode.) She has a multiplied voice reminiscent of a demon and in order to prevent her going after Akira, you have to pick up pieces of paper that act like wards. Picking up one the text says, "You are protected for 5 seconds" as if she is a demon. (This is pretty common in Japanese horror where "wards" exists.)
Saiko already had a reason enough to "snap" and kill both Shinji and Akira out of anger. Her diary entries, which you can find throughout the normal/hard mode of the game, have drawings that specifically show that she's been in love with Akira and had always thought Shinji was an enemy in her way.
I feel as if calling her behavior in the description of the game as DID was just a way to "justify" her actions towards Akira/Shinji or to just put a label on the fact that her AI behavior has two modes. Her "normal" and "him" side are conflicting in interests, because if she actually didn't want to harm Akira she and "him" wouldn't. On top of this, it again stigmatizes and demonizes people who have DID.
I really love this game but it's stuff like this that pisses me off. Don't give Saiko DID; it just makes people think of bad things when a legitimately destroying mental disorder is brought up. Saiko doesn't have to be diagnosed, she's clearly already mentally disturbed and doesn't need a disorder like DID to "justify" the harm she does to these characters.
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I would love to hear about Sparrow <3333
hi moth!!!! thanks for asking me about one of my little stories!!! okay @jathis also asked about this, so i'm going to cheat and answer you both in this post <3
for context sparrows is a wip of the story i've been ruminating on since late 2017. originally it was wildly different than where it ended up, AND i kept flip flopping between whether i wanted to write it as a story, a screen play, or as a comic. i think i've finally decided on a comic, but before that i was going pretty hard on the traditional novel route. this is the result of that! for a little more context, the story is about a man named markus who has spent most of his young adult-mid adult life working for his family's taxidermy business (they specialize in birds!). when his father dies, markus is forced to close the business, a move that proves to be extremely traumatic for him. the story itself follows markus post breakdown as he tries to figure out his identity in a world where he's no longer tied to this obligation. sorry to fucking go on about this, but here's a little excerpt (also just a warning but there is a lot of swearing, mentions of gore and blood etc, and some of the language can be read as misogynistic):
Each empty day after that has been filled with my growing anger. It’s such a foreign feeling for me. I’ve never been an angry person before. I hate this festering blackness that builds inside me. I imagine this must be how my father felt when the cancer invaded him. Insidious and reaching. I can feel it eating away at my muscle, tearing away at sinew to expose the white of bone. Not just anger, fear has been growing inside me as well. Another sickness. My fear makes me angry, and my anger makes me afraid. The snake biting its own tail. I might just consume myself. I really don’t want to be back in that office I think as I continue downwards, away from the monstrous building. Coward, I'm such a coward. But, no wait. That’s wrong, I don’t need therapy. I don’t need to think about my past. I don’t want to remember what happened. Because -and this is the rub of it- nothing happened. Vivian overreacted when she found me, like she always does. It was a tragic, attention seeking, stupid fucking stunt for her to call an ambulance. She’s always craved attention, always! If a situation can’t be twisted until it’s about her, then she won’t even bother with it in the first place. So what? I cut myself a little on broken glass, who fucking cares? But no, for Vivian it’s the perfect opportunity to martyr herself. Oh woe is me, the poor, long suffering wife of a fucking lunatic. A joke, a fucking joke! And now I have a doctor who wants to know all about me. She needs to know every little aspect of my past so she can build a whole new Markus from the ground up. She wants to decide who I am for me, but she can’t! I won’t let her! My past is my business, she has no right to pick apart my memories and give them meaning.  
I try not to hold my arms out like an idiot as I go down the hill, but it’s slippery and my feet keep threatening to come out from underneath me. I want to fall, I suddenly realize. I’m tired of being careful, of holding back. My legs start pumping faster, slick and dangerous, and I'm running. My precarious balance only gets worse, and I can feel my legs wanting to give. I’m exhilarated! Such a righteous feeling burns inside me, because maybe, if I do fall and really hurt myself, Vivian will finally have a real reason to throw herself into the spotlight that stupid bitch. I can see myself falling, legs crumpling and my head careening into the ground. I can hear the thunderous crack as my skull splinters against the still frozen dirt. It would hurt, I'm sure, a violent kind of hurt that’s all black spots and confusion. My momentum is so great, so unstoppable, that I would flip over and over in a sick imitation of a somersault. The slickness of the ground mixed with the viscous flow of blood gushing from my head would easily propel me onto the tarmac, the black surface offering enough friction to stop my limp body. Just in time for a large car -or better yet, a transport- to violently come around the corner, too fast to stop, much too fast like my body had been. Its large metal body would zip by in a blur, the bump barely felt as my body is crushed under its fearsome wheels. Blackness, a curtain drawn. Goodnight! 
I do slip then, but momentum propels me backwards, onto the seat of my pants. The impact sears through my tailbone and rattles my teeth hard enough to break. I slide, but not fast enough, and I soon spill to the bottom of the curve. I stop all at once and sit in a shameful crumple amongst snow and dirt. I don’t even have the decency to fly out onto the road, get my body under the wheels of a transport. It’s undignified, and everything hurts. My ass, my back, my fucking mouth -everything hurts, but all I want to do is scream. Unhinge my jaw and scream, and scream, and scream. I let my head fall back against the earth, the weight too much for me to support in my anguish, and I listlessly gaze at the top half of the forest. 
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cherry-queens-blog · 7 months
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With this story your a 10 year old girl who's in a abusive home but you get taken in by gyutaro.
Warning: foul language, abuse, violence, death.
COME WITH ME
It was a hot day and mother was fighting with father again. You weren't really ever aloud inside unless it was dark out and time for bed. Your parents always argued about you, they both really hated you and you never knew why. They always said pretty hurtful things to you like, how they can't sell you because you weren't worth anything and no man wants an ugly disgraceful female. You had nothing in life and it hurt, it hurt more then anything. While outside you take a scroll to your favorite spot by a small creek to put your feet in the cold flowing water and to pick some little flowers that grew right beside it. You would put these beautiful flowers in your hair even though it didn't take the pain away but it did make you feel a little happy at least and it was better then being with your family of course. You decide to pick one last flower for the day when a pretty stone catches your eye. You pick it up holding it in your tiny hands studying the nice colors that decorated this pretty rock. Green, and blue swirled around it and you loved it, it made you feel happy and at peace for once in your life. You put it in your pocket as the sun starts to go down and night starts to set in, it was getting late so you needed to head home. Once you got back home your dad seemed to have been drinking again with a beer bottle in his hand mumbling to himself and was more angry then he was earlier. He sees you walking up and slams the bottle on the ground shattering the glass into pieces, his action made you jump and he starts approaching you.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN! YOU STUPID CHILD"
He yells. You pull the stone out of your pocket looking down at the ground holding the rock close to you. Gyutaro was out and about at the same moment hunting humans when he heard the man screaming at you and decides to head that way watching from a distance out of curiosity, listening to conversation word for word.
"What's in your hand? .. WHAT'S IN YOUR DAMN HAND?.. DON'T MAKE ME ASK YOU AGAIN Y/N."
He shouts once more but you don't respond, your scared to but it just made your fathers anger sky rocket more. He grabs your little hands and forces your fingers open and takes the rock from your hands and is infuriated with you.
"IS THIS WHAT WERE DOING NOW!! BRINGING HOME STUPID ROCKS, YOU WORTHLESS, GOOD FOR NOTHING, STUPID WENCH OF A CHILD! YOU SHOULD'VE NEVER BEEN BORN!, YOUR MOTHER SHOULD'VE KILLED YOU OR DONE A BETTER JOB AT GETTING RID OF YOU! "
He screams, his words cut you deep as tears built up in your eyes. Gyutaro felt nothing but absolute rage build up inside him after seeing how badly your father was treating you, it really reminded him of his past and he wanted to rip him to shreds but he couldn't, there were to many people around at the moment. Your father throws the rock as far as he could then grabs your hair and rips the flowers out pulling strands of your hair out with them then begins to hit you so violently leaving bruises on your arms, back, and face.
"INSIDE NOW YOU PATHETIC USELESS BITCH"
Tears flooded your eyes as you went inside, nobody did anything to help you either. They all just laughed at the situation which made gyutaro infuriated then goes off to find your stone for you. It takes a bit but he does find it and picks up the pretty stone you had found hours ago. Gyutaro takes it to his sister handing it over to her.
"Make this into a necklace"
He says to daki as she looks at him a bit confused.
"Why?"
She asks him and gyutaro begins to her everything he had heard and seen, every single detail of what had happened and how you reminded him of himself and his sister. Daki agrees as gyutaro heads back out now that nobody is around in your area. He needed to take you from this horrible family and have you stay with him and daki, he was going to slaughter them all for you and end all the abuse they put you through. Later on that night you wake up to the sound of glass shattering and loud banging and yelling coming from the front room, you only thought they were fighting again though and his yourself under your blanket, covering your ears trying to block out all the noise that was being made as your heart pounded. You were expecting them to come in any moment just to beat you again but, the noise stopped moments later and nobody came in to scream at you or even hit you. You felt confused and decided to get up out of bed heading to the front room but when you find wasn't at all what you were expecting as you only saw your dead parents being feasted on by a demon. You watched as he tore their insides out and chowed down on everything he pulled from their bodies. You felt nothing though, no fear nothing not even feeling bad that they died, you just stood their as they got eaten it was like your wish for them to be gone finally came true. Gyutaro turns his head and sees you though he was expecting fear to flood your face but it didn't? Why didn't it? He is sitting there hideous looking and eating your parents. He stands up with blood dripping from his mouth and walks over to you, crouching down in front of you, stabbing his sickles into the hard wooden floor. Without hesitation you hug him, you hug him as tightly as you possibly could as tears left your little eyes dripping down into his pale skin. He didn't expect this reaction but he accepted it.
"Thank you"
You mumble to him. He takes your arms lightly and has you let go of him and gyutaro has you look at him placing both hands on your bruised face and uses his thumbs to wipe away your tears.
"Come with me, me and my sister will both take care of you"
He says and you don't decline either you take his offer. Taking his hand you go with him back to the district where him and daki stayed taking you straight to daki. Daki fixes you up, doing your hair for you and heads out for a moment when gyutaro grabs the stone that daki turned into a necklace for you. He walks over to you bending down onto one knee, taking your tiny hand into his.
"Here"
He says as he places it into your hand closing it. When you open your hand you couldn't believe it, he found it for you.
"YOU FOUND IT! "
You shout as tears flood your adorable little eyes again but for once with a pretty little smile too that appeared on your face. Gyutaro puts it on you when daki comes back in with warm soup and a nice ice cold drink as well. You thank her receiving the food and drink from her hands. You sit with gyutaro on his lap as you eat when you ask him a question he wasn't expecting you to ask.
"Can I become a demon too? "
His face lights up in shock but, if you really want to be one how could he turn it down?.
"Do you want to? I'll warn you.. It is painful to turn"
He says. He let's you think about it while you eat your food but the thought of it being painful you weren't sure if you were truly ready for it or not since you have been tired of all the pain you had to go through for years, did you really want more of it so soon?. You finish your food setting down your bowl letting out a small sigh.
"I'll pass for now.. But I would like to be one once I'm ready, is that okay?"
Gyutaro nods agreeing with you and letting you know it's perfectly fine to wait. The days pass on and you were much happier living with them. Daki didn't have you do any work at all but when she got clients in she would send you underground where she kept hers and gyutaro food, she'd have gyutaro go down with you and you would play with him sharing laughs with each other. Daki took good care of you when gyutaro wasn't around but when he was he made sure you were always safe, he'd even read to you when it was time for bed or just tell you stories about how he killed people since it didn't bother you. Gyutaro did see you like his second sister and he loved you both equally.
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