#and i don't have the energy to deal with another five fucking days of it

[doom-dreaming]

if a conversation about the environment goes too far in my family it turns ecofashy and i just heard "thanos was right" so i need to go outside and play cornhole with my cousins

#i literally cannot insert myself to correct the overpopulation myth #because i will be talked over by people who need to have the last word #but like. cmon man #i don't wanna hear any of that 'humanity is a virus' bullshit #they're so nihilistic #yeah if you only look for bad news you're only gonna find bad news #good things are happening. theyre just quiet and don't make good headlines #anyway #it's a broken-record-preaching-to-the-choir-echo-chamber in here #like. their hearts are genuinely in the right place #but the rhetoric is. off #and i don't have the energy to deal with another five fucking days of it

[winkwonkwankwenk]

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Not a morning person, wakes up grumpy and will sulk around until about lunchtime. Food makes him slightly better, so when you cheerfully set down the meal you made for him he can't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching up.

He's not exactly irresponsible, he just prioritizes...differently. Food first, money second, you third. When he notices he's spending too much time away he'll casually call you and act like he hasn't disappeared for week(s)! "I was busy, I'll be home soon." He says, knowing damn well he isn't coming home for another day or two.

His eyes give away his mood, so you can tell when he's happy even though he rarely smiles. They scrunch, and when you giggle at him they narrow. "What's so funny, Doll?" He'll ask, leaning in so your breath hitches.

He likes picking you up, he finds how small you are endearing. He purposely puts things you use on high shelves just to hear you call for him. He'll lean over you, chest pressed to your back and grin when you grumble. "What? I'm helpin'."

Heavy meat eater. Beef and pork are his daily diet, taking up most of his plate. When you whined to him about healthy habits he just grunted and rolled his eyes.

Definitely has a garden behind the house. It started as your hobby and then one day you came home to him shirtless in the sun, tilling the land and planting while humming to himself. From then on, you've let him handle all the crops. It keeps him fit and you...entertained.

He likes to kiss your shoulders when the two of you cuddle. He finds comfort having you close, although he'll rarely admit it. He always has an excuse on why he has to cling to you instead of just saying how he really feels. "It's jus' cold, don't make a big deal out of nothin' "

Bulks constantly, eating three courses every meal time. He gets hangry quickly, so if you don't cook trust the kitchen will be raided. You've come home to see him feasting on breadrolls, sometimes the entire loaf will be gone before you even use a slice for toast. He eats like a teenage boy going through puberty and sometimes you worry he'll eat your money too. The thought has crossed his mind once.

He's not broke, just extremely frugal. He doesn't even want to buy medkits. He'll boil water and pour it on a cut. You walked in on this once and he was confused as to why you were so panicked. When you explained how batshit crazy his methods were, he let you open the jar he had tucked away. There was at least five-hundred dollars in coins stored and when you asked him about it, he told you it was Megumi's college fund. Yeah right.

He wants a big family- but only with you. You're a good mother to Megumi, and he knows you'll be even better with a couple more kids.

NSFW

Taunts and teases you during sex, from degrading praises to purposely slowing his thrusts. He likes making you beg, especially when he edges you and your left pleading with him for pleasure.

He's got a monster and he never give you time to adjust. Once he's in, he's not pulling out. He'll start gentle for your sake but the moment he hears that first moan from your sweet lips he's done playing nice. "Come on...this much is nothin', take it like a big girl."

Wakes up hard, goes to bed hard, he's constantly horny. No matter how many times the two of you fuck in a day he wants to ram back in. He's insatiable, but you're to blame really. It's not his fault he's addicted to the way you squeeze his shaft with those slippery wet walls. How is he supposed to go more than ten minutes without you coiled around him?

The two of you got into a heated argument once, he bent you over and fucked you from behind until you caved. Who needs communication when you can have hot rough make-up sex? By the time he's done with you, you don't have the energy to stay mad at him. "Ready to admit I'm right?" and if you say no, the two of you go for another round.

Loves french-kissing you and making out in general. He does tricks with his tongue in your mouth but loses control when you suck on the scar on his lips.

He loves having you in his lap, especially when you're wearing a skirt. All he has to do is push your panties aside and push in- perfect. Being bigger than you has its perks, especially when it comes to holding you down as he thrusts up into your womb, fucking you hard and fast until you're a sobbing soaking mess.

He told your dad that you also call him daddy. He's no longer invited to family events.

He won't fuck you with his fingers because he knows how dirty they get from yardwork, so he uses his tongue and damn is he good at it. He loudly slurps up every juice spilling from your cunt, groaning and grumbling about your taste and scent. "Fucking hell, Woman..." is all he can manage to mumble, too pussy-drunk to say much else as he buries his nose between your folds.

His favorite petnames for you are Doll and Slut.

Will not wear a condom. Don't even ask. He gives you the meanest side eye when you even mention it. He wants to knock you up again, and there's enough space in the house for another kid. He'll consider condoms when you have five kids- maybe. "I'm givin' you all of this good cum and you want it wasted in a plastic bag? Ha."

He didn't see the point of aftercare but it grew on him, mainly because of how pretty you looked laid against him as he massaged your shoulders. You're his woman, and if cuddling after fucking makes you feel good, fine, he'll do it.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 8

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

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Part of The Club AU

You leave the motel under a cloud of reluctance and relief. You have little to your name but your wallet, phone, and a few snacks. Hesitation keeps you stagnant behind the wheel, hovering over the address saved on your maps. This is it, hit start and accept your fate.

You put your phone on the passenger's seat as the automated voice directs you. You shift into gear and pull out. Disbelief fades to indifference. You don't have the energy to feel. 

You follow along, in autopilot, until the GPS announces your destination on the right. You slow down and look up at the large house. Of course. He's rich. Dirty rich.

You pull down the long lot and stop to the right side of the double garage door. You don't get out immediately, you lean back and close your eyes. You try to sort through your thoughts. It's not that big of a deal. Sleep here, go to work, find anywhere else to be during the day.

There's a rumble on the seat beside you and you snatch up your phone. You drag your thumb across the screen to answer, too late to change your mind. It's him. Of course it's him.

"Don't say a word, sweetheart," Lloyd looks down his nose at the lens, "I just need you to see this."

He switches cameras and you squint as he points it at a familiar wooden door. No. The brass numbers confirm his location; your home. Former home.

His hand knocks on the door as he shifts the phone in his hand.

"Lloyd! Stop. No, don't–"

"Fair warning, sunshine, I got you on mute, so if you're tryna change my mind, it won't work." He knocks again, pounding on the door.

As the door opens, Lloyd's fist flies from the edge and snaps Johnny's jaw. You watch the other man stagger and grip his cheek, only for a moment, before swinging back at his attacker. The picture skews as Lloyd dodges and his foot hits Johnny’s chest and sends him onto his ass.

"Think that's about even," Lloyd clucks as he enters your apartment and steps over Johnny.

He leads with the lens, giving you a glimpse of the front room as he inspects it. He finds his way into the bedroom and hums. He goes to the dresser, opening a drawer then shutting it as all he finds are Johnny's briefs. He slides out the next one and picks out a few neatly folded panties.

"You keep a nice place, sweetie pie," he remarks. "Boring…" he comments as he examines a pair of your cotton panties.

You want to cry. You want to just wilt away to nothing. Why is he doing this?

The camera blurs in a smear of colours suddenly and Lloyd grunts. You hear Johnny and a struggle. Banging, clattering, and clamoring. You hear them locked in contention, helpless as you're stuck staring at a wall.

Another growl and an unsettling thump. The phone lifts and Lloyd snorts as you get a glimpse of him, his nose slightly bloody. He puts the phone down and you hear the drawer snap shut.

"See ya soon, baby cakes," he says, slightly breathless, "make yourself cozy… don't miss me too much."

He taps the screen and the call ends. You gape at your phone and whimper as you slump forward. Shit. You're totally fucked and you have a feeling Lloyd knows exactly that.

You lock your phone and sigh. Well, no going back now.

You get out of the car and look around. It's a nice neigbourhood, a bit far from work but not terrible. God, you're really going to do this.

'High five, fuck, go on our way.'

His words reverberate. Does he really want that? From you? Surely you could just pay rent.

You head up the walk and pull up the passcode. You punch it into the keypad on the door and it beeps, a green light granting you access.

Inside, the entry is airy and bright. You pause to take it all in. You check your phone again. Maybe you should go to the apartment and make sure they're not killing each other. Or maybe you should let them. You might avoid a lot of trouble if you just stop trying so hard.

There's a table against the curved rail of the staircase. You near as you give a curious look to the basket on top. White with a bright pink ribbon snaked around the handle. Inside, you find various boxes, taking the first to cringe at the small bullet vibe through the plastic window of the packaging. 

The rest of the contents are similar; bottles of lube, stimulating salve, toys, clamps, and even a few panties without much fabric. Jesus. You leave the array of erotic aids but take the small envelope from in front of it. He knew. He knows you have no other option and he's entirely prepared.

Inside the card, ignoring the exterior image of a dildo and butt plug beneath a pun, you find script typed in Arial. 'Welcome to the sex shack. Make yourself at home. Yours is the room with the tie on the handle. Leave it on for when I get there.'

Gross. Not just him, you. There can be no doubt that his intent is just as shallow and sick as he is as a person. But you, you're not going to walk out and sleep in your car. Just like with Johnny, you will roll over and take it.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #The gray man #Au #Drabble #Series #carpe noctem

[joohanisms]

Your threesome imagine with Seungmin and Jooyeon was scrumptious ♥️

Would it be possible if you wrote a threesome with Jooyeon and Gunil? Curiosity is very much so spiked

Take your time and I hope you're doing well these days! Take care ♥️

thank you so much!!!!! thank you for the kind words, hope you're well <3

threesomes with gunil + jooyeon 💭💫

cw: afab reader, d/s dynamics, spanking, oral sex (m and f receiving), penetrative sex, bisexuality, mention of usage of "mommy" (!!!) wc: ~660

no but like . this is making me go insane

this is SUCH a pair. not only is jooyeon a pain in the ass (unfortunately not the good type of pain in the ass unless you want him to be) with too much energy for his own good, gunil is responsible and authoritative and even though he loves joo to pieces, he is the leader.

so.. gunil is def a dom to me when it comes to d/s dynamics. he leans more towards softness though

it's pretty established that this blog is a bratty joo enthusiast

gunil is usually patient, soft, not too harsh or rough.

but when jooyeon joins you......... you're getting a Hell of a show

he'll brat too close to the sun and suddenly he's laying on his stomach while gunil makes him count the spanks he's giving.

like oh my goddddddd can you imagine. joo's ass blooming red... he's trying to sneakily rut into the bed... his eyes are watering (/pos) and he's grasping onto any part of you close enough to him... and you're just there, maybe petting his hair, maybe making him feel good...

he loses count a million times. his record is a solid five

he just gets so strung up with the feeling of gunil's palm hitting his ass cheeks... the warmth and the stinging he can feel from the impact... the hand gunil caresses his ass with to soothe him... anyway, he loses focus.

and gunil is nothing but patient so he'll let him off the hook after he himself counts to like 10 and decides joo's been good enough

and now he's soooo pliant :-( went straight to subspace :-( puppy boy

it's not a surprise though. the first time the threesome idea came up, gunil (responsible) sat both of you down to negotiate. joo trusts you both and feels comfortable enough to slip into subspace and <333

gunil will have you ride joo while he mouths at gunil's cock.

or!!! he will fuck joo himself while you sit on joo's face omgfgggggf wtf i'm so sure he LOVES eating pussy (i have another work where i go more into this don't worry joo lovers)

but let's change the vibe .. what if you are the dom?

i'm sure gunil would submit. in a service sub kind of way? like he doms but is soft enough to let you do your thing every and any time you want

and jooyeon is still jooyeon. that's a brat if i've ever seen one.

so you have gunil who's smiling softly and going along with your orders so obediently, so full of love for you <3

and jooyeon who's also full of love And mischief

so it's very much gunil softly touching you, kissing your neck, while you deal with jooyeon.

if you get him subby enough he'll call you mommy (if you're into that) and mouth at your boobs uhhhhhhhhggggghhh Jesus Christ

but if you're more of a sub... you're getting kinda wrecked

it will probably go like before though. gunil being the softest dom, all about soft touches, some fake sympathy, maybe praise...

while jooyeon goes off

so you have three fingers pretty much SLAMMING into you and teeth at your inner thighs. while another hand is cupping your cheek, pulling you into a kiss and rubbing circles on your clit way too fucking slow for your liking.

you don't get your ass spanked. you're good (unlike jooyeon). but if you feel left out, ask gunil nicely and he'll deliver a blow or two.

when aftercare time arrives, the three of you do everything together. you get up to fetch water and some food, jooyeon cleans everything up (incredible, i know), gunil applies ointment to rosy ass cheeks... and everyone always cuddles. in a little spoon train that goes gunil > you > joo. it's mandatory

also i think gunil would save his more vulnerable times for 1x1 sex. he has an image to mantain, or so he says.

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[jazzmckay]

oc tag meme!

tagged by @lyriumlullaby-ao3 to talk about an oc :>

here is one of my inquisitors from dai!

NAME: el of clan lavellan

NICKNAME: just el. el is already a shortened version of their given name because they're nonbinary and their given name has too strong of a gender vibe

GENDER: afab nonbinary

TAROT/ZODIAC: the knight of wands (upright: action, courage, energetic, rebellious, hot tempered. reversed: reckless, impatient, impulsive, volatile, domineering). and idk, aries?

HEIGHT: i never think about height idk whatevers average for elf

ORIENTATION: queer. in what way? wouldnt you like to know, weather boy

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: dalish elf

FAVORITE FRUIT: lemon

FAVORITE SEASON: autumn. they're more comfortable in cooler weather, but they also don't love how cold it gets in the south for winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: sorry to say el barely thinks twice about plants in general. they do NOT stop to smell the roses

FAVORITE SCENT: i may have picked the wrong character for this lol literally the one oc with the defined trait "dull sense of smell"

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee. they like it bitter

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: at least 7, then five more minutes, and then lying about for a bit because if someone makes them move too fast they're gonna start biting

DOGS OR CATS: both are okay, but more of a dog person. they like the energy, the ability to have them as a combat companion, that sort of thing. cats tend to mind their own business though so el's cool with them

DREAM TRIP: regrettably, seheron. only place that both piques their interest and is worth exploring in their opinion, but of course. there is a war there, so

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2 max or they'll start to feel like theyre drowning in it

RANDOM FACT: when they're pissed off, they like to fuck or spar if they're willing to interact with other people, and if they don't want to deal with anyone, they go to the undercroft to make new weapons. harritt and dagna know to leave them alone unless they ask for something

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tagging! @streganicha @thelaughingmagician @inscrutable-shadow and @broodwolf221 yes i know youve done it already but if youre up for round two, give us another :3

#oc el #tag meme

[cyberhades]

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 ੈ♡˳ | Eddιᥱ Mᥙᥒ᥉᥆ᥒ ᥊ Fᥱ꧑! Rᥱᥲdᥱr

Warnings: angst, sadness, mention of teenage pregnancy, mention of death, anniversary of death.

A/N: My heart was sad after writing this. But I got some inspiration by "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd.

“TODAY HAD EVERYTHING to be just another normal day in 1990 but it is not. And this is Eddie Munson writing, I'm famous for playing guitar in the thrash metal band Corroed Coffin. I'm here seriously thinking about how to actually start this letter since I've been doing it for a while because it's a way to get rid of the trauma. I have to admit that over the years it became my therapy.

Looking at the clock in my room here, I can clearly see that it's 4 o'clock in the morning. I just woke up and I'm not sleepy at all. I have bouts of insomnia, in fact I always had and now that I woke up this morning full of energy there is nothing better than good old pen and paper. Nice words, don't let me down now, please!

Okay, okay. Let's start for real, better this way?

How do you even start a letter? I know I wrote one of these last year, last year and last year. Well, it's been four years since I've written these letters but I still get stuck in words and get lost in grammatical issues. Without further ado, let's go before I lose focus.

Hello, my love!

What the fuck, my hands are still shaking writing this to you, however it does not affect my handwriting. I remember you always complimented me on that, so I'm trying to keep it impeccable. I came to tell you the good news.

Where do I start? Oh, I know!

Look, the band is having a lot of success and we are on our way to owning the world, Ozzy Osbourne has become our biggest friend and supporter. I know you would be very proud of your beautiful guitar player here. Touring has been a lot of fun and I always find myself imagining what it would be like if you were here.

Sometimes on cold nights when the light from the rays and lightning lights up the whole room I miss your warmth in bed. However, you can't go back in time and play God, and I'm fully aware of that. Oh, how I wish... how I wish you were here.

Steve misses you everyday, Nancy misses you everyday, Robin misses you everyday, Hopper misses you everyday, I miss you everyday... we all miss you everyday. We know you wouldn't want us to be sad missing you but this is kind of complicated since you were a person who brought us light.

Day after day I try to get over the fact that I'll never hold you again, I'll never kiss you again, I'll never hear your laugh again, or see that beautiful smile. It's sad to think like that, isn't it? But it's a sad reality that I have to deal with day after day with your absence during these four years.

I know you're in a much better place now, because that's where you deserve to be. Dancing with the angels and holding stars in your hands.

I'm going to talk about our daughter Felicia now.

Felicia is 4 years old now. She is very beautiful and I have to confess that she looks a lot like you. Honestly, she doesn't miss you just because she hasn't had enough time to stay with you since you died when she was just five months old. You died so young, my love, you were only 20.

I remember that you had already finished school, we had known each other for a few years. I also remember when you came all happy in 1985 to tell me about your pregnancy. In that yellow dress of yours that seemed to carry the glow of the sky in the smallest details.

I remember very well the day Felicia was born in 1986. She was the most beautiful baby in that hospital, no offense to the other babies born that day. Your dad was really mad at me when you got pregnant and so was my uncle but after our daughter was born they became the cutest grandpas in the world. And they are still very cute grandpas, believe me.

When our daughter is a little older, I promise you, my love. I promise you I'll tell her that you died heroically saving the city from the demonbats.

Today I understand that I have a little bit of you in almost everything. There are fragments of you in the bed sheets, my shirts, my guitar, our daughter, the incredible memories...

Everything you did was art and left a little bit of you in it. It's amazing to think how lucky I was to date such a perfect woman.

The paper is a little smudged and the ballpoint pen ink is slowly dispersing along the lines. It is my tears that wet this letter.

Thank you so much for being my main source of energy and my main pillar of support during all these years we lived together. You were unique, you were perfect. You were like a comet and I lost.

Everyone needs someone, but I don't know if it's everyone who feels the way I do. Sometimes I wonder how I can breathe with this burning in my chest... you're gone so fast. And I cried for many nights wanting you back.

Today is the day that completes four years since you died. Here in my bed our little Felicia is sleeping, right next to me. I promise to be the best father in the world for her and I give her as much love as you would.

I know you'll always be with me, especially because of the pendant with our initials that I've worn on my silver chain since 1985. But I miss you anyway, that's kind of unavoidable.

I love you, my love. I hope you are resting with the angels now Mrs Munson, because you deserve so much.

With love from yours and only yours,

Eddie Munson, your freak.”

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[bugs-and-grass]

Long Day, Long Night

CW: Implied Emotional Manipulation, Misgendering, Parental Abuse

Midnight. Not a rare time for Kyle to see. His days often ended closer to 1-2 AM even on a good day. But today, Kyle had effectively done... next to nothing. Slept for several hours, even. The missed day of his medication was hell on his body and it showed. At least he had a few fun things to do. Low energy games. Watching video essays. Possibly a combination.

Mama perked up the moment he stood to move to his office setup. A reasonably good gaming PC setup for his income. Good enough to play some of the higher end games that came out as of late. Not like its owner was in the mood for those focus-intensive experiences anyway. He'd taken his night medication and just needed to pass the time before it kicked in. Just a few puzzles, and--

BRRRZZZZZT!

A pause. His Poryphone was ringing. But... he didn't expect a call. Not so late, and not from anyone he recognized. The number was from another region entirely.

BRRRZZZZZT!

Normally he'd block unknown numbers. Normally. But... something was off. Normally the caller ID would tag any suspicious numbers. But it was... just a normal number. From Unova, but still. It could have been a wrong number.

BRRRZZZZZT!

He'd give it a chance. Worst case scenario, it'd just be a quick misunderstanding to pass over. No big deal.

BRRRZZZ-- Beep! Kyle tapped to pick up the line and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

As the call began, Chitters hopped her way up next to her trainer and under his free hand with a trill. But contrary to her expectations? He didn't start petting.

His eyes went wide. Fist clenched. Something was suddenly wrong. Very, very wrong.

"Wh-- YOU!?" Kyle's voice cracked as he yelled in shock, waking the other Pokemon as he did. "How the hell did you get this number?"

Lychee bounced her way up onto the desk next to Kyle's hand. Silvie was... confused. Why was human being loud? Was something wrong? Mama knew. Mama knew something was wrong.

"You-- No, don't talk over me. Don't talk--" Another voice was barely audible on the other side of the call. A woman's voice. Stern. Angry. Demanding. Chitters crawled up Kyle's sleeve as Lychee attempted to grab at his hand. It pulled up to pet at the Bounsweet's head.

"What? No. No, I--" The voice was interrupting. Incessant.

"Please, can you just let me-- MOM." His voice raised, both in volume and pitch. Any voice training was out the window in the moment. Mama pawed at Kyle's side to try and pull his attention back away. Something was wrong. She couldn't let her human deal with it. Not alone, at least. Chitters was on the same page, prodding at Kyle's cheek with a foreleg. An act that just garnered a scritch from his free hand. No further attention.

"Mom, you're not-- No. NO. Mom, I am NOT a little girl! I'm not a GIRL! You do NOT get to call me your DAUGHTER after everything." His voice raised further, attempting to break through the ramblings on the other end of the line. Lychee attempted to press her head against Kyle's arm, but he turned in his seat away from her as she did so. Simple bad timing.

"No, I-- I don't have the energy for-- Mom. MOM." The Flareon now in front of Kyle put her paws up onto his lap. Silvie padded her way to her mama's side and squeaked out a little confused mewl. She didn't know what was going on.

"CAN YOU LET ME GET TWO FUCKING WORDS IN!? I-- NO!" The Pokemon in the room furthered their attempts to get their owner's attention. To pull him away from the emotional threat. None of which worked, at least not fully.

"THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING NAME ANYMORE AND YOU KNOW IT! IT'S KYLE. K-Y-L-E. I AM A BOY. I HAVEN'T GONE BY THE NAME YOU GAVE ME IN FIVE YEARS NOW!" His voice was in a full shout now. Tears began running down his cheeks. Whatever was going on in this conversation, it was hitting him hard. Silvie backed away in fear. Mama noticed and fled to comfort her. The emotion in the room was nothing but tense.

"NO. FUCK OFF. You are getting NOTHING from me. You are NOT getting Dad's number. You are NOT going to call this number again. And if you come ANYWHERE near me, I-- NO. SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M DONE. I'M FUCKING DONE WITH YOU. YOU'VE DONE NOTHING BUT TRY TO GET BACK IN BED WITH DAD FOR THE PAST YEAR AND YOU REFUSE TO FUCKING CHANGE. I'm done. I'M FUCKING DONE." Even Chitters had jumped off at this point. Her owner's mood had gone sour far faster than anyone could think. The voice on the line only got a couple more words in before being interrupted again.

"NO YOU ARE FUCKING NOT. YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY POWER OVER ME OR DAD ANYMORE. You are NOT to call this number again. FUCK. OFF. LEAVE THE BOTH OF US ALONE." A shrieked expletive sounded from the phone before Kyle hung up. His hands shook. His heart raced. This was the last fucking thing he needed.

And in a moment of weakness, a moment of lack of control, he threw the phone into the mountain of plushies on his bed. A Vibrava plush fell off to the side from the impact. He stood up from his office chair, stepped over... and faceplanted into bed. The flump of impact knocked another couple plushies loose.

A sob escaped his throat.

With the anger turning to grief, all of the Pokemon in the room approached once more. An attempt to comfort their trainer. Their friend. Mama brought Silvie onto the bed by his arm. Chitters nestled into his hair. Lychee sat by his face to give off her pleasant smells. Mama pulled herself up into bed and warmed up against Kyle's back.

More sobs left Kyle's throat as he clutched Lychee in his arms.

Not a single word was spoken the rest of the night. Only the sounds of a family of Pokemon worried for their trainer. Trying to help their friend feel better. Feel safe.

This was going to be a long night.

#Bugventures #Chitterchatter #Pokemon #Pokemon RP #Pokemon IRL #Rotomblr #Chitters the Joltik #Lychee the Bounsweet #Mama the Flareon #Silvie the Eevee #Abuse CW #Misgendering CW #Parental Abuse CW #Emotional Manipulation CW

[jadedvaevic]

So.

About a week ago I got a couple dogs needing rehousing because their dad was becoming severely aggressive in his alpha behavior toward them. They're Heelers - so generally good with people but not other dogs.

Originally, I was only going to get the one. The owners decided they didn't want to separate the brothers, so we got both.

I had a feeling this was gonna be a problem. But I am nothing if not great at dealing with problems. I made damned sure I had choke chains and chain leashes, and their owners gave us their cages. For the first few days, it was mostly just settling them in. They were so good they proved they could be let off leash and trusted to return inside, and that's amazing, because we have no fence and we're close to a road. They respond to their names and they come when called.

Then they pulled their bullshit. In less than five minutes while they were outside with one of my household members, they decided to attack each other while I was still inside. My husband was at work. And yes, we give them outside time throughout the day, every day. We also take them on car rides to let out some more of their energy away from the property, where we expose them to shopping centers, people and other dogs.

I tried yelling. I tried warning shots with my pistol. I tried throwing medium sized rocks. Didn't matter, they were locked on each other.

Since then we've cleaned them up and they don't get their leashes taken off. This way we can grab the leash and choke them off of each other if needed without us getting in the biting zone.

... The reason I bring this up is, there are a lot of people who think choke chains are cruel.

...I think those people have no idea what dogs are really like. These are adolescent, male litter mates who haven't been neutered, coming from an aggressive home. We don't have the funds to fix them yet, but we will within a few weeks. ... But these are Heelers. Dogs infamous for herding, being great with people of all ages - and they haven't turned teeth on us or growled at us, not yet.

My sister in law had a pair of brothers who were fixed. One killed the other over nothing after /years/ of getting along.

Dogs are animals. ... Dangerous animals. Pet owners and activists /love/ to forget that fact.

No breed is immune to this behavior and it is not something you can safely assume they will grow out of. Domesticated dogs. Need leadership. Need training. And there will never be a time when a dog is genuinely safe left alone with another animal or household member.

Pit Bulls, like Heelers and Shepherds, are working dogs. The breed isn't evil. They just have a lot of energy. Heelers were bred to bite at ankles and /herd animals/, so they may bite at their owners if that isn't trained out of them early.

My boys are only about a year old.

But that fucking choke chain has stopped three out of the four fights they've had the past few days. 100% of the fights that occurred with the chain on.

We were POWERLESS without them.

So I thoroughly suggest those who bitch about choke chains do some real fucking research.

#tangents

[the-force-awakens]

Yes yes yes!!!! Even in the movies, the whole “at least he’s not on fire!” “What’s left of him isn’t on fire!” scene to me felt very much like a friendly/familial bickering, they weren’t being rude or mean to each other, they were both a little shocked at the state of everything and that’s how they communicate

They!!Are!!Friends!!And!!Love!!Each!!Other!!

Yes, exactly! Even when they're bickering, they're both very visibly enjoying themselves. Poe's barely restraining the urge to smile, you can see it in his eyes, and Rey doesn't even try to stop herself from smiling when she whips out the "you're difficult". Poe's also smiling when he approaches her, even as he starts being sarcastic??? Like...they like each other, they just bicker as a love language?

Like these are not the expressions of two people who hate each other. They're exasperated by each other right now, sure, but the banter is so familiar for them by this point that they're also enjoying it underneath the frustration.

It also irks me (but just goes to show how frankly astoundingly little the fandom actually pays attention to these characters/can't read them) because we know what Poe and Rey look like when they're interacting with characters they hate/cannot stand...and that energy is not here?

by contrast, think of poe's expression uh. any time he's dealing with the first order, or his anger with holdo when he believes she's just leading them to their deaths. think of rey's absolute fury at teedo or legitimately any interaction with ren (barring the five minutes she gave him the benefit of the doubt and he instead chose to be the one true dick) - Rey does not minimize her anger or frustration with people. She sure as hell doesn't smile smugly at people she hates and can't stand, she's a feral little sand gremlin and if she doesn't like you, you're gonna fucking know it.

And altho their banter/bickering match does deteriorate into a genuine argument, let's see what else happens here shall we? Poe puts his two cents in ("you're the best fighter we have, we need you. out there, not here") and walks away before it can get any worse, allowing them to cool off. And Rey is visibly okay with this, she doesn't look worried when Poe walks off, instead she just has that "fuck my friend rightfully called me out on my shit that I don't want to unpack yet" look. Like, Rey is the queen of abandonment issues - after knowing Finn for a day, him leaving in tfa was enough to hurtle her into a traumatic flashback turned Force vision; and there's no doubt the throne room made that worse.

And look, I'm also the queen of abandonment issues, it's one reason why I relate so heavily to Rey. Which is why Rey's lack of a reaction to Poe walking away strikes me so profoundly: because Rey isn't afraid he won't come back. It takes a seriously deep level of friendship to achieve that. I experience that with my qpps 99% of the time, and that other 1% is when my anxiety is really awful but even underneath that I know they won't leave me. Rey seems as confident in Poe not leaving her as a friend, as I am my committed platonic life partners. Let that sink in for a minute.

which is just another point for me for my qpp jedistormpilot hc tyvm

What happens after that, is that when Rey decides to leave to find the wayfinder, she isn't surprised when Poe shows up to (as far as she knows, tho we know he and finn were planning on going) say goodbye, and immediately makes sure they're on good terms before she leaves, just in case.

Poe also checks in on her before they leave because he notices she's acting strangely/drinking in the scenery like she won't see it again, and promptly spends...a lot of the movie worrying about her?

He grounds her several times in the novelization(s).......but is also one of the reasons Rey snaps in the desert with Ren and the transport. In the junior novelization (iirc), she thinks about all the horrible things Ren has done to her and her friends, and one of the things she thinks before she loses control is how he tortured Poe. And then (I can't remember in which novelization) it's Poe's voice who snaps her out of her shell-shocked daze following the transport blowing up. In the regular one, he also gently tells her in the ship to go take a minute and he'll take care of the flying so she can just....have a breather and process what happened and doesn't hold what happened against her in the least (which we also see in the movie).

And BONUS points he trusts her instinctively aboard the Steadfast when she gets a Force feeling (I think the line in the novel is something like "when she got that look, a fellow knew he ought just to follow"? Or it may have been another scene I can't remember). Like.....they're friends. I don't know how much more explicit the movie could have made it, unless folks wanted them sharing a secret handshake or wanted them to briefly pause the movie to add a powerpoint presentation text above their heads going "they're friends". They bicker and they argue and they get exasperated with each other, especially over their similarities (because Rey is a lot like Poe), but they genuinely love and care for one another, and to be quite honest saying otherwise is a huge fucking disservice to how much Daisy and Oscar put into crafting their dynamic.

#like rey even has picked up some of poe's mannerisms? #she gets WAY more reactive around him than anyone else #that was so deliberate #as is the fact that poe /never/ touches her skin to skin bc Rey canonically is touch averse #until the very end of the film when rey initiates the hug between them #i honestly just think the insistence that they hate each other is a byproduct of Two Certain Ships viewing their friendship as a threat #because Rey can't have any guy friends /obviously/ and Poe /can't/ have any friends that happen to be girls #(the poe comics era was the fucking /dark ages/ in the fandom) #so we wind up with the fanon that they despise each other #which is so far from the truth it's not even funny #ask box #nonnie nonnie #my meta #bc apparently i do this now rip sorry guys

[watercolor-envy]

I must buy a scale since my roommates is broken and it shows only two numbers for me and I can't stand it, on the other hand I DON'T WANT TO SPEND MONEY ON THIS SHIT.

On the other hand I must lose as much as possible in five weeks. I'm losing my mind. I'm so so broken inside, it's not about my body it's about everything that's going on.

I can't deal with this stress, with those emotions, I'm so mad about myself because relapse is the last thing I wanted and I know after 8 years of this bullshit I should know better. If I love myself I can purely love everyone in my life. I hate how my perception of friends and family changes during those EĐ episodes, how awful my thoughts get, how critical I become. Even though everything comes and goes and I don't feel emotions so much, I am more sensitive and once in a while I brake.

Right now I am unable to go out of my home, idk why, it takes so much energy of me that I just can't. If I don't have to go anywhere (university) I just stay in. I wait all day for my boyfriend to call. That's the only time I feel happy. But it starts to fade, this feeling of happiness. The idea of me waiting for him to come back starts to hunt me.

Lately his ex came back into his life in a very sad way. She's in a psych ward and she's incredibly suiçidal. I'm so sorry for her, I wish her all the best but every day he talks about her, how good of a person she is, that she's very important to him, that he wants to help her and my mind is killing me. After all my toxic, incredibly toxic relationships all I hear is "she's coming back into his life", "she's sick so he does everything he can to make her happier". And yesterday, when we were talking he said she's the most important to him. It made my anxiety go through the roof, all my traumas of watching my loved ones kiss and meet with another girls/exes come back. I felt so fucking insecure and alone.

And I'm taking care of his animals, plants, home. We've been together short, we fell in love because we were roommates. Now he's gone, and all of his stuff is on my head, and she comes in and reminds him about how great their relationship was, that they were so good together, how many things they have in common. And I know this, since he has told me about that shit. She's his age, and I'm 6 years younger. I'm so fucking miserable, I know it's everything in my head, but I lived this scenario where I was told over and over how amazing I am.

But I wasn't good enough. I did for love everything. Just for them to stay with me. I was used, lied to, abused in the name of love. The idea of someone talking to, caring for an ex is unthinkable to me. I don't talk with my exes, I don't want to. I think sometimes about them, but in the worst way possible since they abused me for a long time.

When I think that my boyfriend suggests meeting with her after she's out of the psych ward, after he's back from work puts so much anxiety into my mind. Because I know she's not over him. I know she wants him, because he has told me about that. That she needs him in her life. And I can't do anything about it, this girl is mentally unstable and I want her to be better and happy but this situation makes me want to be smaller and smaller.

#ana tricks

[taughtdefense]

you remain laser-focused as you land a variety of different punches & kicks at the training dummy, each hit perfectly in-sync with the loud music that’s playing in your ears thanks to your airpods. you’re alone in the dojo right now, so your defenses are down. not completely, but enough to throw caution to the wind. your duffle bag is on the edge of the mat, which holds a towel, your water bottle, your car keys, phone & a copy of the dojo keys kreese gave you on the second day of his takeover, & of course your earplugs. you’d swapped those for your airpods, put on a playlist, & got to training. you'd picked up on kreese's training style like it was nothing, & he's told you that he's impressed with your fearlessness & ferocity, & your ability to think five steps ahead of your current opponent. kyler's become a frequent punching bag opponent during sparring, & you take him down with a few precisely-placed moves, in less than five minutes, every single time. he's not the best student in the dojo, & you usurping that title from him ( not that he ever had that title to begin with ) has seriously fucked with his head. in your opinion, he needed to be humbled, to be knocked down a peg.

he's been getting more & more frustrated by your clear superiority in strength & knowledge in karate, & his emotions makes him stupid. you don't have that issue; by that, you mean you don't have to deal with your emotions getting the better of you during fights. you'd flipped your humanity switch off a long time ago, the second you created this universe. only miguel, tory, cosima, ciro & scarlett have an idea of what you're actually like... but with the rest of the valley, you're closed off. robby is included in that second list, because you're determined not to repeat history with him. it's why you've kept him at arms length & have barely looked his way since he joined cobra kai. you're not pissed at him like tory & scarlett are, you're just... frustratingly uninterested, like you want nothing to do with him.

it’s been two hours since today’s evening lesson wrapped up for the day, & everyone — including sensei kreese — have packed up & left the dojo. it's dark outside. the dojo is nice & quiet, which is honestly how you prefer it. there's not any distractions nearby that could pull you out of training, & you'd even silenced your notifications. you don’t tend to train this extensively, or this intensely. but, you knew you’d be bored at home, stuck inside with the rainstorm that's blowing through the valley, & had some extra energy to work off. so, here you are. you're barely even sweating, & you're not even feeling the slightest bit of exhaustion. ( your nonhuman stamina comes in handy. )

when the dojo's doors open & quickly shut, you don't cast a glance backwards, although you can tell it's only @taughtpain. you could lie to yourself & say you're happy to see him, but you're not. you land another three kicks to the dummy's head in rapid succession, using a little more strength on the third & final kick. the force causes the dummy to rattle violently in place for a handful of seconds, which you ignore. you simply switch your stance, aiming a quick punch at its chest. finally, you turn around, holding his gaze for a split second before pulling an airpod out of your ear, walking over to your phone to pause your music. there's a handful texts from tory & scarlett, which you'd ignored in favor of training. you begin replying, barely even glancing up at robby, like he's not right in front of you. after you hit send on the reply in the group chat, you toss your phone back onto your duffle bag, rolling your shoulders.

❝ if you're looking for sensei kreese, you're shit out of luck. they left a while ago. unless you're here to train, you can leave. ❞ dismission, boredom, & disinterest line your words, & your face conveys this perfectly. ❝ or, you can stay here & wait out the rainstorm with me, since you're already here. i don't fucking care. ❞

#taughtpain #in character. / season 4. #alt verse.: ​cobra kai. — ❝ i ached for rage & war. the universe granted it to me. ❞ #im thinking this is set super early in s.4: maybe like ep 2.

[autodialog]

In which anger is autopsied

I need to talk.

That's why I'm here.

What, no guilt trip for ignoring you?

Not when you know you need me. Sure, some days you come in here shuffling the metaphorical feet but today I can tell you have something on your mind.

Well, yeah. I got angry last week. Really angry.

HULK SMASH level of angry?

I did pound my desk that disconnected one of the fans focused on my laptop. My wife had to come calm me down.

So what made you decide throwing a temper tantrum was the right thing to do.

It felt like I had a buildup of energy that had to get out. I couldn't verbalize it.

You? The man who uses quotidian in everyday speech?

I see what you did there.

Your not the only clever one around here, you know. So you couldn't talk it through.

Nope. I couldn't describe it. It was just too much. Like that Beatles song.

Thanks for the earworm.

Your ears are mine. After a lot of prompting from my wife, who knows how I think...

Too fast and too far?

Way too fast and way to far. She got me to explain that the task I was doing was repetitive, and each repetition had five or six steps, and some of those steps could start another thing that had to be done right then and there and that caused something else that had to be done and then I was completely lost with what I was doing. I couldn't do the next thing because I'd had so many interrupts I had lost track of what I was doing.

And this made you angry?

That, and the other interruptions that came in that were completely separate rabbit-holes.

You forgot your purpose: Educate or tolerate. Meditations 8.59.

It went right out the window. So why do interruptions piss you off?

Mainly because they think my time is theirs to waste.

Ah, that's just an impression, you know. It's a value judgement based on something you can only imagine. It's the fault of the constant open communication culture. People don't know how long it will take you to answer a question.

So why ask me over chat? Why not send an email?

Because you clearly think the expectation of a response to an email is measured in hours, but the expected response to a chat is seconds.

That's kind of the culture.

Kind of? You don't know for sure? Some people use chat because it's faster than an email. Easier to write. Some people probably think that an email requires just a bit more formality.

I would probably agree to that. I don't like sending emails without a greeting line and I usually tack on my own name at the end despite my signature on the email.

See? You do the more formal thing as well, like it was a real letter, which it was supposed to replace, but you're dealing with a population that probably never got a real letter in their life, just bills and scams about extended warranties. So really you think if someone hits you up in chat, you have to respond immediately?

Yeah.

Fuck that. What if you're at lunch?

Then I respond when I back from lunch.

How do they know you're at lunch. You work for an international corporation. You have meetings at 7am to talk to people in India who are staying late just to talk to you. Most of your team is two or three time zones ahead of you. I'll bet that makes the afternoons quiet.

It does, and then I can get some real work done.

But the work culture is still just your impression of it. I'll bet most of the people who ping you on chat do so because it's easy for them, not because they need to know RIGHT NOW. It's probably convenience, not urgency.

How do I know which is which?

Well, you don't, unless they make it obvious like saying "hey, I've got an urgent request to flim-flam the frabjous whirlygig; needs to be top of the priority list". So why not assume chat is just convenient email without a paper trail?

So who's judging things inaccurately now? Sure, emails form a paper trail. I shot down a request because I had an email history the other person didn't have. How do you know the company isn't recording ever chat? It's easy to use, not so easy to record.

Hey, don't flip over to the chat program to find out right now.

No time like the present.

It's called a to-do list for a reason. Don't interrupt me.

See how annoying that is?

Fair point. Nobody likes being interrupted because there's no such thing as multitasking. I guess the best thing you can do is record what you do, every step, and try to keep a running log. You can only hold so much in your short term memory at once. I think it was estimated at 7 things but I don't really know if that's popular science or if there's any real research on that.

I'm not sure we've made any progress here. I want to know why I decided to get pissed off and we're talking about chat.

But that is what's pissing you off. Your own impression that chat messages need immediate response, even though we've established they are most likely not urgent. It's just easier for some people. So like most things that piss you off, it's on you, dude. You decided to be angry because you decided on a reality that isn't true. Now go to dinner, your guests are here.

#stoicism #anger #meditations-8-59

[unrequitedloveletter]

"your contract is extended for the next fiscal year" okay but. dates. gimmie. does your fiscal year start in january and end in december?? or does it mean I'll have a job until the end of next february??

do I have eight and a half months left until I need to start looking for another job or going to school full time, or eleven and a half? tell me how long I have job security for, or I will learn how to quit by emailing my boss and then do so directly in june. I only took this job bc I need the money and you're lucky I've learned how not to hate it since I've moved on from being trained, but if I don't learn how long I have until I can stop waking up before the sun I will start going on my phone IN FRONT OF MY BOSS, taking my days of unpaid suspension and getting sassy when they try to take my phone from me, and I will do it out of spite. tell your employees, both union and not union, how long you're keeping their contracts up for or just. just fuck off at that fucking point good word.

#mikey vents about working in a seniors home #this has bugged me since they told us they were extending the contracts for the fiscal year #bc. I don't need 'fiscal year' bullshit. give me a date or lose me the day the contract was originally supposed to end #bc that is how long I was supposed to work in the assisted living place for #and I have spent thirty three days waking up at five thirty #getting dressed + chugging an energy drink + making sure to at least eat pop tarts for breakfast #and then leaving for work at 6:20 #and then having to deal with old people for twelve hours with almost nothing to do outside of mealtimes #and then going home and doing almost nothing except for making and eating dinner before I go to bed and do it all again the next day #and you're going to tell me I have to do that for x amount more time but NOT GIVE ME A DATE?? LISTEN HERE FUCKFACE #I DON'T KNOW WHEN I HAVE TO LOOK FOR ANOTHER JOB AND YOU NOT TELLING ME A GODDAMNED DATE KEEPS ME FROM KNOWING #FUCK RIGHT OFF #this anger is a culmination of not knowing the date and also getting one days unpaid suspension from my own dumbassery #daring to be on my phone while my boss was in the vicinity bc there was downtime and just about nothing else to do #at least I get an extra day to sleep in this week. lol.

[two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat]

Outsmarting Ace Trappola

In which you challenge Ace Trappola to a friendly bet, having no idea that it would end up like it did.

original request: DP3 “I feel like this was supposed to be the other way around,” CON14 night swim, CON20: winning/losing a bet, LI Ace

sfw, ace x gn!reader, 3.5k, fluff, friends to lovers

cw: partial nudity (non-sexual), strong language (let mc say fuck!!)

This could technically be seen as another branch from my ‘Outsmarting’ series, but this was actually an anonymous request for my 500 followers event, so it was more out of coincidence than anything. Still, it has very similar energy, and the same sassy, stubborn reader that I’ve been writing.

next up is @cynolover’s request!

if you want to submit a request for the event, check here

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Ace really should’ve known better than to challenge you to a battle of wits.

It had started off innocently enough, with Ace bragging over lunch about how he was a pro riddle-solver in middle school. Apparently, the boy and his clever mind had quite the reputation for being able to solve anything thrown at him. And you—being the problem-causer you were—took that as a challenge.

“Liar.” The teasing word rolled off your tongue like it was as natural as breathing. “There’s no way you’re that smart.”

He puffed out his chest in defense. “Am too! Right here, right now, I’ll solve any riddle you throw at me.”

“Wow, want to challenge the Housewarden for another duel already?”

He glared at you. “You know what I mean.”

Grim and Deuce had long gone quiet, sipping their milk and curious to see where this was going. You smirked at Ace, leaning forward with your chin resting on your hands.

“Those are some bold words coming from you, Acey,” you mused. “You sure you can back them up?”

“Damn right.” He crossed his arms. “There’s no puzzle or riddle I can’t solve. Wanna bet?”

You quirked your eyebrow. This was starting to get interesting. “A bet? Sure, I’m game. Are you?”

“One-hundred percent.” He stared at you, steeled in his decision. “I can solve anything your dumb ass could give me.”

Your eyes narrowed. You’d been contemplating going easy on him, but he’d just blown any of his chances of mercy with that snarky comment. “Alright, fine. I’ll give you three days to solve my riddle. If you don't, by the time it is up…” You grinned evilly. “You’re gonna have to skinny dip in the lake at midnight.”

Deuce spit out his milk. “MC, it’s the middle of winter, it’ll be freezing.”

You smirked. “That’s the point.”

“Three days? You’ll be lucky if I don’t figure it out in five minutes,” Ace snorted. “But sure, I’ll agree. And if I do solve it before the time is up—which I definitely will—it’s gonna be you freezing your ass off in the lake.”

“Deal,” you replied, sticking out your hand. He took it, grip firm and determined.

“So?” Ace said, pulling away to recline with his hands behind his head. “Whatcha’ waiting for? Hit me with your best shot.”

“Gladly.” You took a deep breath. “This is my riddle; ‘On a farm, there are twenty-six sheep. Two died, and eighteen were left. How is it possible?’”

Ace took a moment to think about it, then scoffed. “That’s easy. The two that died were pregnant.”

“Nope,” you said. “All twenty-six sheep were full adults.”

Ace frowned, opening up his mouth to say something, then closing it again. He furrowed his brows, thinking about it a bit more. “...Did six of them escape, or something?”

The corners of your mouth tilted up. You were really starting to enjoy this. “Wrong again. The only thing that happened to them is the two dying. No other circumstances.”

Ace was beginning to look increasingly frustrated, and you had to hold back a snicker.

“...I’ll give it to you, that one’s good,” Ace said. “But I have three whole days to figure it out. You don’t stand a chance.”

It was your turn to lean back, hands behind your head. “We’ll see about that.”

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By the end of the day, Ace still hadn’t gotten back to you on the riddle. When you checked your phone the following morning, still, no dice.

You sauntered into class with a bounce in your step before skipping over to perch on Ace’s desk. “So? Any guesses, Mr Lord-of-Riddles?”

“Oh, it’s done,” Ace chirped, confident. “Solved it last night. I just wanted to see your defeat in real time.”

You tilted your head, taunting. “Really, now? What are you waiting for?”

“The two in the riddle died of natural causes,” Ace stated, smiling victoriously. “But six others were slaughtered and sold to market.”

You pulled a face of shock, which made Ace’s grin widen, before morphing it into a smirk of your own. “Incorrect.”

“What?” Ace spluttered. “There’s no way, it can’t be anything else.”

“Too bad for you, because it’s still wrong,” you sang, hopping off his desk before class started.

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By the second day, Ace still hadn’t figured it out. That morning he barely spoke to you, muttering under his breath and furiously scribbling things down on a piece of notebook paper, before crossing them all out again.

“You still haven’t figured it out, Ace?” Deuce inquired over lunch.

“Can it, juice box,” Ace grumbled, shoving another piece of broccoli in his mouth. “As if you could do any better.”

Deuce shrugged. “You’re right. But I never claimed to be smart.”

“I am smart!”

You made a mocking pouty face at him from across the table. “Aww, is wittle Acey-wacey having some twouble?”

He flung a chunk of steamed carrot at your face, which you dodged just in time. Grim was cackling up a storm at the scene.

“Sure you don’t want to call it off, Ace?” You poked. “We can nullify the bet if you just admit you can’t solve it. I won’t even make you jump into the lake.”

Ace glared at you, just as you’d expected him to. “No way.”

You shrugged. “Suit yourself.” There was no way Ace’s pride would allow him to tuck his tail and admit defeat, and you knew as much. But you still wanted to offer him an out, if anything to clear your conscience that you weren’t forcing him into something he didn’t bring upon himself. At least, that’s what you told yourself; you really just loved to see him squirm.

After lunch, Ace had been non-stop blowing up your phone with wild, outrageous guesses in an attempt to solve your riddle. It ranged from alien sheep abduction to the sheep being a metaphor for a left-leaning political party, but all to no avail. The most difficult part for you was coming up with new and creative ways to say ‘no’ every time Ace made a guess. You had to keep him on his toes, after all.

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“Alright, listen up.” Ace slammed his hands on your desk the morning of the third day. “I have a proposition for you.”

You chuckled. “Ready to throw the towel in?”

“Far from it.” Ace’s face was stone cold, totally determined. “I was thinking, would it really be a battle of wits if we weren’t on an even playing field? So, because of that, I have a riddle for you. If neither of us solve the riddles by tonight when the time’s up, the bet’s off. Everything else is the same as it was, so if I solve the riddle—which I will!—you still gotta pay your dues, and vice versa.”

“‘Even playing field’?,” you hummed. “You get three days and I get, what, seven hours? That’s hardly fair. This really only adds a disadvantage to me.”

Ace pretended to not hear you. “What, scared you won’t be able to solve it?”

You narrowed your eyes. He was baiting you; that much was obvious. But, being as stubborn as you were, you couldn’t exactly say no. “How about this; if neither of us solve our riddles, or if both of us solve them, then sure, the bet’s off, no one has to jump in the lake. But the stakes still need to be raised.” A wicked grin spread across your face. “Here are the terms; if you don’t solve your riddle by the end of the day but I do, not only do you have to jump in the lake, but I get to take a video and post it to Magicam.”

Ace paled, obviously not expecting your counter-offer. You looked at your nails nonchalantly.

“We could always stick to the original plan, of course-”

“I’ll take it,” Ace interrupted, sticking out his hand for you to shake. You felt a rush of evil glee run up your spine, and you briefly saw the appeal that Azul saw in scamming others for everything they were worth. You shook his hand with no hesitation; you knew he wasn’t going to solve the riddle, especially if he’d spent this much time with it. So if you couldn’t solve yours, the worst that would happen is Ace’s pride gets spared, and you don’t have to deal with a freezing, sopping-wet Ace in the middle of the night. However, if you were able to solve it… Ace was in for the time of his life.

“Alright, let’s hear it, wise guy,” you said. He smirked.

“I’m gonna warn you, it’s not easy,” he said. “Probably harder than yours. So you can’t take it back and ask for another riddle.”

You shrugged; the riddle itself hardly mattered, you’d already won the bet one way or another. “Fine by me. Now stop stalling and give it to me—the clock is ticking.”

“Fine, fine.” Ace cleared his throat. “You’re stuck in a room with no windows, doors or any opening. The only thing you have with you is a mirror and a table. How do you escape?”

You pursed your lips, starting to run through various scenarios in your head. “I’ll give it to you, Trappola, that one’s not half bad.”

“Told you.” He grinned in pride. “Tonight, midnight at the lake. We’ll see who the winner is then.”

“You’d better pack a towel or two.”

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Despite wearing two layers of sweaters, you still shivered, breath puffing out in little white clouds against the frigid night air. You checked your phone impatiently—it was 12:08 AM, and still, no sign of Ace.

“There you are!” Speak of the devil. “Thought you might’ve chickened out.”

You snorted. “As if. Hope you brought a warm towel.”

“Won’t need it!” He sang. “Well, let’s get on with it. It’s cold as shit out here.”

You looked at him, expectant. “So? What’s the answer to my riddle?”

“Didn’t solve it,” he said. “Because there is no answer. You made up the whole thing, just to mess with me. There’s no possible solution.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” you said, which made his face fall a bit. “There definitely is an answer, and I’ll tell you it. After I tell you the answer to your riddle.”

Ace stumbled over his words. “Fine, then. I know you didn’t solve it. The bet’s off.”

“You’re stuck in a room with no windows or doors, and the only thing you have with you is a mirror and a table,” you recited. “To escape, you look in the mirror, you see what you saw, you saw the table in half, and two halves make a ‘hole’.”

Ace went white as a sheet, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “How did you…?”

“As for the other one, my dear Ace,” you continued, grinning ear to ear. “The truth is, you lost before you even began. Tell me, how many sheep were there?”

“Twenty-six,” he replied automatically, having run the number thousands of times over in his head.

You clicked your tongue. “Ah, but there weren’t twenty-six sheep. There were only twenty.”

“W-what? That’s not what you said!” Ace exclaimed. “You lied!”

“I didn’t lie,” you said. “I told you at the very beginning; ‘On a farm, there were twenty. Sick. Sheep.” You made sure to enunciate each of your words, spacing them out so he could see his fatal mistake. “Two died out of the twenty that were sick, so naturally, eighteen were left.”

Ace went from pale white to red-hot with anger, practically tearing his hair out. “Why you…!”

You tossed him the towel you’d packed and he snatched it out of the air, eyes blazing.

You waved him on. “Hurry up. It’s getting cold out here, after all,” you teased.

He muttered curses underneath his breath as he tore off his hoodie, and began lifting up his shirt before freezing, looking at you. “Turn around!”

“What?” You asked. “I’m gonna be seeing you either way, and it’s not the first time I’ve seen you in your tightie whities-”

“Shut up,” he hissed, looking away with a face as red as a tomato, and not just from the cold. “Just turn around.”

You put your hands up in defeat, not wanting to argue further. His ego had taken enough hits as it was.

He gave you permission to turn around once he was stripped of all clothing items, save his briefs (the first day, you’d decided to change the punishment to jumping in the lake with your underwear, instead of fully-fledged skinny dipping). He was shivering already, hugging his skinny arms to his body and breath puffing up in the cold.

“What are you waiting for?” He growled. “Get out your phone.”

You pulled your phone from your pocket. “By the way, I’m not actually planning on posting the video to Magicam,” you said. “I’m not heartless.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Ace mumbled. Not wasting another second, Ace stiffened up his body and took a deep breath in preparation, and you hit the little red recording button. With the stride of an Olympic track runner, he leapt into the lake, arms and legs flailing as he made a loud splash in the water. Immediately after, his head surfaced with a yelp at the shocking cold. You’d noticed the little heart around his eye was dripping and smudging off. His teeth were chattering already, and as he treaded water, he wrapped his arms around himself in an effort to conserve what little body heat he had.

“H-h-happy?” He stuttered, teeth chattering violently. You cackled, the sound echoing in the empty outdoor chambers of the night. You decided to have mercy on the boy and hit stop on your recording, tossing your phone behind you and waltzing up to the water’s edge.

“Very,” you hummed, still snickering.

“Y’know, I r-r-really thought this was g-g-gonna be the other way a-a-around,” he chattered, making you laugh even harder. He swam up closer to the shoreline, and you could see the goosebumps poking out from his pale skin. It almost made you feel bad for him. Almost.

He looked up at you, defeat in his eyes, holding out a trembling hand. “Alright, laugh’s over. C-could you help me out?”

You should’ve seen it coming, you really should’ve. But you were still high off of your victory and giggling over Ace’s condition, you didn’t hesitate to take his hand to lift him from the water. It wasn’t until he was yanking you into the freezing lake headfirst that you’d realized your fatal mistake.

“Ace, what the fuck?!” God, the water was even worse than you’d imagined. It was so cold it stung, and it made your entire body go into panic-mode. He grinned wide at you, chattering teeth and all.

“R-revenge is s-s-sweet,” he crooned. You growled at him, trying to tread water while keeping yourself as warm as possible at the same time. You were still wearing your two layers of sweaters, and they were beginning to tug you downwards as they soaked up the weight of the water.

“Jeez, you d-didn’t even let me t-t-take off my sweater…,” you mumbled, beginning to sink even more. “It’s weighing me down.”

“I’ve gotcha.” Ace paddled towards you, wrapped an arm around your waist and hefted you upwards with ease. You sighed, feeling the weight of your sopping clothes lightened. You really didn’t register how close Ace was until you felt his hot breath on your ear.

“You’re r-really warm,” he whispered. You gave him a puzzled look and was met with his eyes staring deep into yours, almost as if he was in a daze. He pulled you closer, and you were suddenly hyper-aware of his strong arm holding you against his bare body. He began to lean in, closing his eyes and parting his lips ever so slightly-

“Ok-kay, it’s really starting to g-get cold.” You pushed away from him, swimming hastily to the shore and pulling yourself up from the frigid, murky water. He definitely was not about to kiss you, absolutely not. He was just caught in the heat of the moment. Yeah, that’s it; he just wanted to fake you out for another laugh.

When you stood up, you were more than dripping, and you began to ring out your soaked sweaters. Ace remained in the water, looking almost disappointed and a little hurt before he followed you, exhaling a shaky breath as his wet skin came into contact with the freezing night air.

“You’re l-lucky I brought t-two towels,” you chattered, tossing one in his direction before taking care of yourself, stripping your heavy sweaters off of your frozen body. Ace gave a sound of protest when you stripped down to your underwear.

“Wh-what are you doing that for?!” He cried, face bright red as he stared at you.

“If I k-keep them on, I’m gonna get hypothermia, d-dumbass,” you replied, tucking your drippy clothes into your poor canvas bag before wrapping the thin towel around yourself as tightly as you could manage.

“Oh. R-right.” Ace… he still looked kind of hurt, and he hadn’t even begun to dry himself off yet, just standing there like a puppy after a bath. You sighed and approached him, snatching his towel and wrapping it around his shoulders yourself. You reached up with a toweled hand to tousle and dry his hair as best as you could, and once again, you realized just how close the two of you were. You felt his breath catch as he just stared at you, wide-eyed like a deer caught in the headlights.

Oh, fuck it. You only live once.

You closed your eyes and tugged him forward—albeit a bit harshly—and smashed your lips together, teeth clanking unceremoniously and your mouths still shivering and blue. By no means was it a pretty kiss. Hell, it probably didn’t even feel great. And yet, when you pulled away, Ace was looking at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky.

Heat creeped up your neck (which, in all honesty, you were a bit grateful for) and you pulled away, muttering about how you needed to pack up before the two of you caught pneumonia. You had stood up with your sopping-wet bag when a piece of dry cloth smacked into your face. You pulled it away and realized it was a shirt, and when you looked at ace, you realized he was shirtless. He met your gaze for a split second, then looked away, self-consciously rubbing the back of his head.

“S’only fair,” he mumbled. “You didn’t bring a change of clothes, so…,” he trailed off.

“Yeah. Thanks.” You paused, and then began your trek back to Ramshackle dorm. For a solid minute, you and Ace were walking in a painfully awkward silence.

“Can I stay over for the night?” Ace asked, breaking the silence with a voice that was uncharacteristically soft. “Ramshackle’s a lot closer than Heartslabyul, and I don’t know if I want to deal with Riddle’s interrogating tonight.”

“Yeah. Sure. Of course,” you replied, your throat strained. Really, it was no big deal; Ace had stayed the night with you countless times before, and once more was hardly a drop in the ocean. But for some reason, tonight, his question held a certain weight to it that you hadn’t felt before.

The rest of your walk was silent. The two of you continued to not utter a word as you crept into the dorm, rushing as quickly and quietly as possible to the bathroom to get changed and freshened up. It wasn’t until you both were freshly showered with a clean change of warm, dry clothes that either one of you spoke.

“Hey.” He stood leaning against the doorframe to the guest bedroom to bid your customary good-nights to each other. But this time, he was fidgety, and couldn’t keep his eyes on any one spot. You looked at him, patient. He swallowed. “I-I have to ask, because , y’know, it’ll keep me up at night if I don’t… And there’s no pressure for your answer, really, I-I’m really just curious…”

“Ace,” you said. “You can ask.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Right. Yeah, okay, um…,” he chewed on his lower lip trying to find the right words to piece together. “...Back there. In the lake. Did it… did it mean anything? To you? Because I’ve kinda had a crush on you… for a while… now…” his voice tapered off until it was hardly audible, and he twiddled his thumbs.

You stepped closer to him and he jolted. “It did, I think.” You shrugged, sending him a sly smile. “You’re not that ugly, so it could be worse.”

“Thanks,” Ace snorted, but his voice still held a tinge of nervousness. “Um. Well. Goodnight, I guess.”

“Ace.” He paused at your voice. “Wanna stay in my bed? It’ll be warmer.”

“Yes,” he answered, a bit too quickly. You giggled, and led him off to your room.

“Oh, and by the way,” you said nonchalantly as you tucked yourself in next to Ace. “Trey told me that riddle about the mirror last week.”

“He what?!”

You cackled as Ace tackled you, play-wrestling until you both grew droopy eyes and weary. You didn’t even have the energy to register that you were cuddled up together, completely entangled beneath the sheets in a deep, comfortable sleep.

The two of you may have woken up with horrible colds the next morning that put you out of commission from class, but you could’ve sworn that you’d had the best sleep of your life.

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Not you — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Five Hargreeves x fem!reader, Fluff prompts 9, 52 and 53, please? (You can do this whenever you feel like it) Five and Y/n are both hit by one of Hazel and Cha-Cha’s bullets in the Gimbel Brothers store and they immediately go to the academy (Five wants Y/n treated as soon as possible.) after they’re fine, the siblings start to question them on Five’s protectiveness over Y/n”

“Hii could I request 4 & 23 off the fluff prompts for Five pls ty 😌✨”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

23. “i’ve dreamt about this.”

52. "Help her first."

53. “There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same energy and they prompts connect to a central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

I used here some fragments of the central plot of Five, but, guys, keep in mind that he is 20 years old, and that when he comes back to 2019 Five does not make a mistake in the calculations. I changed the location of the fight too, but a really I hope you, Anon # 1, don't mind.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: blood, mention of death, swearing, fluff too.

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You remembered perfectly when you met Five Hargreeves, the commission's golden ball, The Handler's award-winning shamrock. If you closed your eyes, even after years, you could still smell the male cologne wafting in the air, and you could relive the same feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had when he looked at you with those obsedian eyes.

Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. Absurdly gorgeous. But absurdly arrogant, boastful, presumptuous and completely absent of any delicacy in relation to empathy and kindness. He was the type who would open the door for you to enter first, but who would be the first to make fun of your erroneous reasoning.

And that was why, at the time, when you were assigned to be his partner, you lived in conflict with what you really felt. It was a mixture of tantrum and physical attraction.

But unlike all the people around Five, when he spit fire at you with all the anger at his difficult temper, you didn't run. In fact, when it exploded the first time in front of you, you crossed your arms, arched an eyebrow and looked at him with boredom.

“Have you finished your show yet?” You said, as if you didn't care, leaning against the hood of the car while Five screamed through the 7 winds “Stop to imply with everything.”

Five had been your partner for a few months now and it became clearer each day that the irritation was mutual. He made it perfectly clear that you pissed him off until his last hair.

But, unlike you, it was for another reason.

Shit, you were a fucking goddess! Your beauty was notorious, but that was not all that caught his attention. You were smart, canny, brave, Five never saw you in fear of any situation or shaken by any scene of blood. You knew your goals and went after them. It was strong, decisive, and, goddamn, he loved it. You had a fist, you were firm, and you always made it very clear that you were no helpless maiden.

It felt like you had gotten out of his imagination, from the daydreams in which Five rambled about what kind of woman he admired. And, hell, you came with the full package. It was a combination of overwhelming beauty, intelligence, dexterity, and he never thought that someone like that could be real.

But of course you were. And now Five was completely irritated because you were real, and not just another his dream and daydream in which a sublime woman starred.

“To Imply?” Five turned to you, eyes on fire “To Imply?!”

“Like a 2-year-old who didn't take his afternoon nap. It's not the end of time, it doesn't have to be childish.”

Now Five felt himself ignite. He was a dry, rough fire and you were gasoline, igniting everything saw ahead.

Was that damn woman calling he a child?! You?! Just you, the person whose Five wanted to tie the bed and do all kinds of sinful things.

Oh hell no!

Five came forward, furious, like an angry god, his coal eyes never leaving your direction.

“Childish, isn't it?” He snarled “I'm going to show you the childish!”

Five held your face tightly in his hands and pressed your lips to his. Fierce, needy, set on fire, lost in half sentences of feelings about you. He slid his hands to the back of your neck, closing his fingers in your hair and invading your mouth with his tongue, letting you taste the caffeine, danger and lust he had.

You sighed, or Five, or both. You held him as close as he was, with the two of you being on the same mission: to conquer, to take, to possess. But Five had an extraordinary intensity, a magnitude that managed to win you

Then your touch became more docile, your kiss became submissive and you were surrendered. When Five walked away, not with his body, he still held you against him, but with his head, enough to look you in the eye, you sighed.

“I’ve dreamt about this.” You gave up your game, because you couldn't pretend anymore, and Five responded by kissing you again, this time tasting your whole mouth.

After that day, Five and you never came apart. You two were like a dynamic duo, crime partners in the morning and intense lovers at night.

But Five spent so much time with affection, love and caring being denied that when, on a night when work got the best of him, Five fell into the bed you shared in a Motel room, very close to your lap and you smiled sweetly and ran your fingers through his black hair, establishing the affection there, Five was catatonic.

His wild mind wanted to take it away and go, tell you to swallow those loving gestures and that he would never need them. That they were a nuisance, a distraction.

But his body and heart... well, they begged Five to stay another second. Just one more second enjoying that touch, the care, the importance that someone felt for him. He liked to be pampered, who knew.

So he ended up falling asleep with your touch and, after that day, Five realized that if his body and heart couldn't get any further from you, then no one would ever take you away from him. You would stay with him, until the end. As long as you wanted to stay.

And you wanted to. You wanted all the stages, all the moments, all the fights. You wanted Five, completely. And after some time like that, he said that you two were going to get married. It wasn't a request, it wasn't a speculation, it was a fact and that's it. You laughed, it was Five's style to be embarrassed about something and treat it more coarsely, just because he didn't know how to deal with the emotions he felt.

“Of course I do.” You reassured him by bringing your hands to his face, tracing affectionate circles on his cheek with your thumb.

“You would have no other option.” He grunted, not looking at you, trying to divert attention from his own racing heart.

You laughed and sealed the future of the two of you with a kiss.

After five years of making it official, Five said he had found a way for him to get home. And as he spoke, you noticed a flickering hesitation in his eyes. You knew, at that moment, that Five would leave it behind if there was a chance that you wouldn't want to go along. He promised to love you, in joy and sadness, in difficult times and in good times, and he never broke a promise.

Five Hargreeves would stay for you. In 1963, in 1988, in 2019, it didn't matter the season, the year. It wouldn't be worth anything if didn't have you by his side.

But, like him, it was logical that you would never abandon him, ever. So you went along. It was together in the murder in 1963, it was together at the time of the target, and it was together when he jumped in the portal. You were with Five when he reunited with his family, they all amazement by the 13 year old little brother who disappeared to reappear as a man of 25. On top of that accompanied by a girl.

But Five still couldn't administer his emotions properly, he still couldn't say that he missed his brothers and that being without his family had been terrible. His past contained many shipwrecks and he did not know how to open up about it. After so many years alone and then killing without any judgment, it was difficult to connect with emotions.

So, instead of saying everything that screamed inside him, after just some time with the siblings he took your hand and pulled you out, telling the Hargreeves that he would go after a decent coffee.

“I wish I could have talked to them better.” You grumble whit Five and he rolled his eyes.

“As if they were going to understand the things you were going to explain.” He murmured, covering the whole issue of the Commission and time jumps.

“This is not difficult to explain.” You raised your left hand, signaling the silver circle that hugged your finger.

Five laughed, sipping his coffee.

“You will be my wife forever, there is plenty of time for you to tell that.”

But as soon as Five's words had just left your lips, blowing in the air like fog, the door to the store opened, and you two didn't have to turn around to find out who they were. Years on the commission have earned you enough training to even recognize the sound of their footsteps.

The exchange of looks that Five and you gave was enough to know what each one was thinking and how they would act. That was your secret language, the superpower that you two shared. No words were needed to understand each one like the back of your hand.

You took a deep breath, while your fingers on your right hand steadied yourself on the coffee cup and Five on the knife. There was no waiting for speeches, exchanging words, you both knew that the Commission would send the best agents besides you, and Hazel and Cha-Cha were not known to be late at work.

Then the action started, Five turned and teleported with the knife, shoving it into the leg of one of the agents covered in rabbit masks. You didn't stay behind and swivel your chair around, throwing the sizzling coffee into the second's hands, causing him to drop the gun on the floor. You didn't wait to kick him in the chest, making him stagger backwards as you got up from the chair. You and Five were good, but so was Hazel and Cha-Cha, and you couldn't count on the powers to dodge physical attacks.

Everything was very fast indeed, windows were broken, punches were exchanged, blood was plucked. But when you looked to the side and saw who was probably Cha-Cha pushing Five against a broken glass stake, you understood why love at work was so dangerous. You understand completely. Because you've lost your focus. It took a thousandth of an instant for years of training and improvement to be thrown out the window. Only the possibility of Five getting hurt got you off track, and that was fatale.

The agent who fought with you took advantage of your distraction, reaching for the gun that was on the floor in that split second. And a shot reverberated through the place.

Suddenly, the world for Five stopped the axis. Everything was suspended, appalled, frozen. And in that very second, his body shivered from head to toe, as if misfortune had sighed in his neck. Five Hargreeves never feared anyone, even death itself. But as soon as he heard the sound of the shot, Five tasted death. Was rough, metallic and cruel, the blood drained from the body and the world released a dark and funeral note, sinking into a black sea.

Because fear is not the bullet hitting you, but someone you love.

Five turned back, eyes wide, hands shaking, and he didn't know what was beating faster: his fear or his heart.

He would remember that moment as the most cruel and frightening of his entire life, years in the apocalypse and killing had no comparison to the terror that was seeing your white shirt start to be stained with blood, the bullet hole marking your abdomen. You looked up at him, shocked, livid, and Five could see death perfectly, pulling the vitality out of your eyes.

He didn't think, he didn't reason, he just teleported himself to you, taking your body in his arms and teleported you two away from there. Five’s hands were shaking, a visceral pain snaking through his body and suffocating him with the worst sensation Five had ever felt in his life.

He took you both to the Hargreeves mansion in the blink of an eye, his powers failing when the blue flash left you both in the giant living room.

“Five!”

Maybe it was Luther's voice, or Klaus, or Diego, he didn't know. Everything was a distant echo, a note submerged in the water. Five saw or heard nothing but your body in his arms, your eyes closed and face frighteningly pale, his right hand, which was pressing on your wound, was already soaked in blood.

It was too much blood, the smell was overwhelming, and for the first time in a long time, Five Hargreeves was in despair.

Hands touched his shoulders, and Grace's voice was heard in the background. But he didn't want treatments, whatever the goddamn his wounds were going to be.

“Help her first!” Five shouted, his voice finding strength in the terror he felt. And also in fury.

The Handler would pay for that, and so would Hazel and Cha-Cha. And, by God, the whole world would pay if you never opened your eyes again.

“Right now.” Maybe it was Pogo “But, Five, are you…”

“No!” He ordered “She first!”

Then Grace's hands took you out of his arms and Five refused to leave you for even a second. He was beside you at the operating table, holding your hand, with him bloody fingers of your blood and the agent he had fought.

But Five didn't care about the himself state, the people around it, or anything. His eyes were focused on you, his face frozen in a livid expression.

And when Grace said that you would need a blood transfusion and Five barely let her finish speaking before rolling up the manga and extending his arm, the siblings Hargreeves and Pogo were shocked. What they saw in Five's eyes was not a man afraid of losing someone, but of losing the person he loved.

I shouldn't have come back. Was Five's first thought when the surgery ended well and you were still asleep. It was his fault that you almost died. And everything was buzzing in Five's head like a propellant.

“So…”

Klaus appeared in the kitchen, with the siblings, while Five was washing the blood from his hands, now calmer since you were alive.

“That was heavy.” Luther let out a little gasp, a kind of choked laugh.

“Aren't you going to tell us what happened?” Allison sat at the table.

“She almost died because of my decision, that's what happened.” Five replied, turning and picking up a cloth from the table, drying his hands.

“Five...” Allison made his eyes go towards his sister “Who is she, actually ?”

Five gave a bitter laugh. Who were you? How would he explain it?

You are everything. The reason wake up everyday was good, what made the summer breeze and the sun's rays warm, the reason why his world was still spinning.

Who were you? It was absolutely everything for Five.

“Someone very important.” His whispered escaped.

“So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend ?!" Luther looked at Five in shock, as if the possibility of him having a girlfriend was absurd.

“No.” Five looked at Luther with fire in his eyes, his voice hoarse “That girl is my wife!”

The room's breath evaporated, everyone was dumbfounded and bewildered. But Grace came in at that moment, saving Five from continuing that conversation.

“She woke up.” His mother's voice was soft, and Five dropped everything he was doing and disappeared into the blue flash.

The first thing he noticed when he entered that room was you sitting on the bed, your back against the headboard.

“Hey...” the smile you gave made Five's world spin again.

He didn't wait a second before walking up to you in quick steps, holding your face in his hands and sealing your lips in a desperate kiss, as if that could prove that everything was fine.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered against your lips, hands shaking, thumbs stroking yours cheeks.

“Bad vase doesn't break early.” You joked and Five laughed softly, his forehead touching your. “Were you hurt?”

He denied it, still with you, as if letting you was impossible. Maybe it was.

“I got distracted, I'm sorry that we let them escape and...”

Five interrupted your sentence

“Sweetheart…” You stopped, bewitched by his tone of voice “You’re my entire world.”

Five wasn't calling Hazel and Cha-Cha right now. He would kill that entire Commission later. Later. Now the only thing that mattered was you.

“I shouldn't have broken our contracts with the commission. I shouldn't have put you in this.” He said “But ... but I am very selfish, and even though I knew it would be better to let you go back to the Commission, I cannot live without you...”

“Hey, I not go come back.” You held his hands that were on your face, looking at him with love "My place is with you.”

“I promise you that I will never let anyone else hurt you. Even if I have to kill every single person on this planet. ” Five guaranteed “There are no limits when it comes to you. I'll do anything to keep you safe. ”

You smiled, put your lips together in a passionate kiss and whispered:

“I only need you, my love. Forever.”

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Hello :) I was wondering if I could make a not so interesting request and I hope you don't mind 😅 So, like reader has kids with mob Tom Holland and you can decide the genders and number of kids they have and stuff and how would the whole family react to one of reader's friends constantly pursuing reader's love and when reader tells them that she's married and has kids, the lil shit is like "It's all right, just divorce them'' I have a feeling no one will be taking this lightly.....

Hey! I LOVED this idea!! I did switch it up to a co-worker because that's the first thing I thought of when I read this but I can definitely see him grudgingly having to put up with a childhood friend who just won't quit trying to make the reader see how in love with them they are. I feel like I need to write that too now....

Hope you're having a great day, take care and stay safe lovey 💜💜

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Warnings: Some swearing, and super sleaze ball energy

1,389 words

“It’s just drinks,” you laughed as Tom buried his face into your neck with a sigh. You focused on the mirror, touching up your hair and smoothing over your outfit. It was just drinks but it was with your new work team. You’d all only met last week and you’d suggested a night out as a team building exercise. Nothing broke the new job nerves better than alcohol and bad karaoke.

Tweaking his curls you smiled as Tom reluctantly met your gaze in the mirror.

“You say that, but you’re not the one being left with the terrible two,” he grumbled.

You turned to cup his face, laughing at his small pout and chocolate puppy dog eyes.

“Is my big bad mob boss afraid of a couple teenagers?” you teased.

“I’m not afraid of them,” he growled. “I just don’t understand them. All I get are grunts and sighs from Thomas and with Katelyn its like she speaks a different language all together.” Hands wrapping around your waist he pulled you tight against him.

“Plus, you look too stunning to be let out without a chaperone. I think I need to come with you.” His hands wandered to your backside, fingers creeping down to lift the hem of your dress. “Or, you could stay home,” he purred seductively as he gripped the bare skin of your thighs.

As much as you didn’t want to you wriggled out of his grip. “We’ll have plenty of time for that when I get home.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” he winked.

A horn blared from outside and you cursed, you didn’t want to be late. Tom deftly swept you into your jacket and handed you your purse.

“Have a good time, darling,” he said as you kissed him on the cheek quickly. With an appalled huff, he reeled you in for a proper kiss, holding you captive until the taxi beeped their horn again.

“I won’t be late. Have fun,” you called over your shoulder as you hurried out the front door.

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The bar was packed already and you were struggling to find your table when a heavy hand landed on the small of your back.

“It’s Y/N right?” Relieved you found yourself staring up at one of your new co-workers. Your brain faltered for a second before finding his name.

“Max?” He smiled in a cocky overconfident way before leaning in closer.

“You can call me whatever you like, sweetheart.” You grimaced a smile, subtly inching back from him as the stench of his cologne clouded around you.

“Where’s the team table?” you asked, pointedly turning away and scanning the room again.

“It’s in the back corner.” When you moved in the direction he’d indicated he caught your arm. “The table service is pretty slow, if you want a drink we can get one from the bar.”

“I’m happy to wait. I’m going to go re-introduce myself to everyone.” Breaking out of his hold you strode to the table, the prickling feeling of being watched crawling over you until you were swept into the embrace of your favourite work friend.

“I’m so glad you’re here! I was talking about our last project and this one here,” she hooked a thumb at one of the young interns, “doesn’t believe we wrote the whole presentation ourselves after tequila shots.”

You laughed at the memory. When it came to work you took it seriously, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have been promoted to executive and leading this new team. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t know how to have some fun.

You fell into an easy conversation with them both and others of the party drifted over sporadically to shake your hand and introduce themselves a bit more.

“We’ve already met but I’ll take five minutes with you over everyone else.” A voice said at your ear. You already knew from the overpowering smell of cologne it was Max. Now it was mixed with a strong dose of rum and turned your stomach. He lounged against the table in front of you.

“Tell me, who did you have to sleep with to get this job? And is there a sign up sheet?” he winked. Your skin crawled. Tight lipped you judged whether you could justify wasting a perfectly good drink by dumping it over his head. You cast a critical eye over him. As much as he was dressed like a man of business his suit was clearly off the rack. It was too small in the shoulders and had a slight polyester sheen to it. He could pretend all he liked but he hadn’t worked on a team this high up before. If he had he’d be better dressed.

“That’s funny, I was just about to ask how much your daddy had to spent to get you on the team.” His eyes flashed dangerously then he slowly grinned.

“You’re feisty. I like that.” His gaze shamelessly travelled over you. You refused to cross your arms over your chest under his lecherous stare. You’d dealt with worse, you reminded yourself.

“I need another drink.” You told him bluntly and walked off towards the bar. You reluctantly tamped down the urge to fire him. This was outside of business hours, you’d deal with it on Monday morning you told yourself. You just had to get through the rest of the night first.

You’d just reached the bar when his hand gripped at your waist and his fetid breath washed over your neck.

“Keep running away, I like a challenge. It’ll only make it sweeter when I have you writhing under-”

Spinning you shoved him away.

“I’m happily married,” you snapped in disgust.

He only leered at you. “That’s what divorce is for, sweetheart.” Your fingers tightened on your glass as you readied to throw the contents of it at him.

“Get your sleazy hands away from my mum!” You blinked in surprise as Katelyn elbowed her way through the crowd to jab a finger in Max’s face. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, you piece of shit.”

“Katelyn.” you tried to scold her but the weight of it was lost as you laughed.

“You heard her.” Tom’s voice was dangerously low as he stalked to stand beside you. “If you so much as breath in the direction of my wife again it’ll be the last time you do anything.” A cocky smile covered Max’s face until Thomas stopped behind him and dug his hands into his shoulders.

“You heard my dad. If you have any common sense you won’t mess with us.”

Max snorted, “You think I’m scared of you? I could steal your wife any day-”

“Mr Holland, I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” The flustered manager of the bar accompanied by two security guards faltered as he took in the scene. “Is there an issue here?”

“There is, this idiot is threatening me,” Max sneered.

The manager didn’t divert his attention away from Tom for a second.

“This man’s been harassing my wife, could you escort him out Eddie?” Tom asked the closest guard.

“Sure thing, boss.”

“Boss?” Max scoffed. “What did you do? Pay them off? How pathetic.”

“I called him boss because he owns the place.” Eddie scowled, grabbing a fistful of Max’s suit jacket. Mouth gaping his beady eyes flickered between you and Tom.

“Fuck,” he swore as the pin finally dropped. You were surprised it had taken him this long to work it out. There weren’t many Holland’s in town after all.

“In case it isn’t perfectly clear, you’re fired.” you snapped. You watched him get dragged away, the crowd parting like the sea to avoid him.

“What are you all doing here?” you asked as Katelyn wrapped you in a hug from behind.

“Eddie called dad,” Thomas said, as if it was obvious.

“You had him watching me?”

“I always have someone watching you. I need to know you’re safe when I’m not with you.” Pulling you into his arms he captured your mouth, hand possessively winding around the nape of your neck as he kissed you deeply.

“Ew!” Katelyn complained just as Thomas said, “I think I’ve lost my appetite.”

Laughing you pulled back to swat playfully at them both.

“You just made sure I’m forever stuck with your dad, get used to it,” you smiled.

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