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jv · 1 year
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I would love people here to understand that @staff is really about 200 different people, divided in multiple teams and groups, that sometimes work together, sometimes barely knows what each other do. All that people have a high degree of autonomy and there is little centralisation, beyond sharing some general goals: make Tumblr grow, make the tumblrinas happy, and over everything else, make this site profitable so it's survival is assured. So not only every one of us is far from knowing what everyone else is doing or why, but it's not that there is a centralised decision making procedure: each group works towards the shared goals in the best possible way they can think of. On top of that, Automattic, the parent company, always have been a very decentralised organisation. The employee manual, quite literally, tell you it's better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission: you are supposed to go forward with what you think it's a good move and not get blocked by bureaucracy, and the worst thing it can happen is that you may be asked to rollback what you did.
That means that everything "staff" do is actually the work of individual teams, or even persons. And not always everything is supported by everyone else. If I, let's say, hated color blue, I would only need to convince a couple of people on my team and, maybe, a designer ("for all the seven hells, Javi, remove whatever you want but shut the fuck up already") and bam, no blue text anymore. Would that mean "staff" is doing some 4D chess by removing a color? No, it only would mean I'm a little weird dude who hates blue and can be a pest to his co-workers is very convincing
And people sometimes see something and go "wtf, staff, you are horrible!", but it's not "staff being evil", it's usually someone screwing things up. I have been reckless and broken things a hundred times (hell, I've leaked by mistake the biggest change in years a month before it was going to actually was going to happen) and people reaction always had been "staff is incompetent"... But the fair thing to say in that case would be "Javi is incompetent", since my very competent coworkers are the ones who fix my fuckery.
My favorite example of this is people saying things like "now you can see people who work on Tumblr actually using Tumblr! Staff is trying hard to look more human to us". My brothers in Christ, do you really think me, or any of my coworkers who identify as staff here, do it because the company encourages us to do so?? I personally do it because, you know, I spend a third of my life at work, so yeah, I like to talk about what I do and about what it happens at "the office". And yeah, most of the people working for automattic actually does it for open source projects, so it's not the company has a solid culture of censoring any of us when talking about work in public.
So when something happens, we release this, or screw something up, or do whatever, there is always people saying "staff is trying to do this or that", or "staff pretends to be doing this but what they are trying to do is that"... And for all the fucks, "staff" is far from being able to be sneaky or try to trick you. Staff is a being whose left hand doesn't know what their right hand is doing: the left hand just trust it's something good for everyone, and viceversa.
So when someone says "staff is not your friend"... No shit: staff is not only not a person, it's barely an entity with a unified agency at all beyond "let's keep tumblr alive". Staff is not your friend. People in staff can be, though. And they can do things you agree with, things you don't, and everything in between... But "Staff", at large, is not trying to play 4D chess with y'all, folks, we at just trying to make this place, believe it or not, the best it could be.
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notmorbid · 3 months
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garden of earthly bodies.
dialogue prompts from garden of earthly bodies by sally oliver.
do you think this is a mistake?
i think you should say you changed your mind.
do you remember what we talked about?
i have endless stores of self-pity.
i feel less awful than before.
you're allowed to lose it now and again.
i don't mean to be horrible.
you can't adopt someone's pain to dilute your own.
stop being smart with me.
you'll give me a heart attack one day.
you're pushy.
life has a way of revealing the truth to you before it occurs.
how come you haven't said anything?
i wish you'd take things more seriously.
i wish i knew when i was going to die. then i could be ready for it.
i'm relieving you of your conscience, alright?
i don't want to write about it. i don't owe that to anyone.
nobody has seen your face in half a year.
i had a strange dream in the night. you were in it.
you probably won't remember most of it.
you need to look out for yourself. nobody else will.
can you stay in my room tonight? i don't want to be alone.
there's no point in being secretive.
you can't shut everyone out. one day they won't bother.
i don't think i'm really in myself.
i miss you all the time.
are you in any pain?
i'm bored of waiting for everything.
you're almost smiling again.
think more of yourself and less of others.
don't give away your thoughts. you won't get them back.
you don't have to say anything if you don't want to.
i wanted you to love me the same way i love you.
do you believe in god?
what can you not tolerate in others?
what is the quality you least like about yourself?
i love my parents, but i've never understood them.
this is the most alone i've ever felt.
i have to find something to wear.
hospitals manage despair, not disease.
it helps if you're stoned. only, don't do that.
i don't want to leave you if you're so unhappy.
watch the road, not me.
do you visit cemeteries often?
female comradeship is its own religion.
don't pull that sad, serious look you do.
i'm running out of ways to procrastinate.
i could like anything about you.
i wonder if you'll ever hate me.
life is too long and too brief.
i was always going to come home again.
you don't look like you.
you'll get back to feeling like your old self. just let it happen.
i don't even know what it means anymore. to 'be myself'.
i know who you are. i just can't believe it.
i'm not going to make this easy.
nothing is ever as sinister as you think.
i can tell something's not right.
we'll move at your pace.
i miss who i was. i don't feel like the same person anymore.
a life can end and not be over.
you had me. what about me?
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kairiscorner · 8 months
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definitely not me self-projecting (pt 1)
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
hobie helps you blow off some steam (hobie brown x angry reader)
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in a blind fit of rage, you slammed your door shut and kicked your shoes off your feet angrily. you hated when your family got like this, teasing you when you were already evidently on the brink of exploding out of sheer anger and frustration. you wished you had a sign that read 'fuck off or see what happens', and if only you could show them just how terrifying you can be when angered. you hated how violent you could be when like this, and as much as you wanted to keep in all the rage you were experiencing right then and there, everything just... came tumbling down.
too many shitty things happening at once while annoyances filled your ears and made their way into your mind was so overwhelming, and the only way you could overcome that overwhelming feeling was to shout at it, get angry it--but you didn't wanna hurt anybody, it never made you feel any better. as you lay down on the bed, trying to breathe, ignoring your parents' unsolicited opinion on your behavior when they don't even know what's going on with you, you heard a voice by your open window. "i have a feeling you wanna rip some heads off some idiots right now." hobie brown, of course it'd be him, who else would scale your apartment's walls at the middle of the night and slink over to your window just to talk?
you turned to your side, feeling your anger mellowing a little from hobie's presence. "i don't wanna talk right now." you muttered, already cursing at yourself in your mind for not being able to sound polite. but fuck, how does one manage to stay polite when they're already resisting the urge to rip shelves off their bedroom walls and throw their bed upside down in a fit of rage?
"can i at least come in, then?" hobie asked you as you nodded, and though it was hard to tell, hobie got the message and entered the minute you let him come in. he sat close to you on the bed as he took in a deep breath, from this distance, he could hear the muffled voices of your parents. hobie chuckled as he listened in. "wow, they're acting like they know everything. it's funny, they're even pretending like they never wanted to act out as teenagers, as if... i don't know, mindless obedience is fun." he said as you peered at him from the corner of your eye, wordlessly.
hobie looked back at you with a smile, one that offered comfort as opposed to condescension–one that was real, a real smile that had no undertones of patronization. "sorry, did i overstep a boundary?" he asked you in a soft, concerned voice. you shook your head and hobie nodded. "alright. well... i won't ask you what happened, since that'd be the last thing you need right now. but i'll do anything you need me to for you to feel better, and i mean anything." he said as he took a pillow from your bed and placed it next to your head.
hobie wordlessly sat with you in the silence, not saying a word and instead offering his presence as comfort for you, he knew that if you wanted to talk about it, you would–he wouldn't ever force it out of you. soon, when you began to speak lightly to hobie about how you've been feeling lately, all hobie did was listen. he'd sit and look at you and... listen.
"well, that isn't your fault now, is it?" hobie asked in a rhetorical manner. "whatever you feel, y'feel it. if you keep it inside of you, it'll just... burst. don't ever feel like a monster for feeling enraged, it's not just one thing that angered you, i think, it's... it's a lot of things, isn't it?" he asked you as he moved closer to you, brushing the hairs away from your face as you gazed up at him. "screw what everyone else says, i like to joke around and tease some grumps i know, but even i know that teasing someone when they're pissed is the wrong move to make. i won't say your behavior was justified, but you just... you can't help it, okay? you need an outlet, and that's why i'm here." he said as he got up and walked over to the window with a big grin.
hobie put on his mask as he sat on your windowsill and teetered on it. "whaddya say we make like a tree and swing out into the night?" he offered you as he extended his hand out to you. you chuckled as you slowly got up and took his hand, with hobie gently pulling you towards his chest as you said, "hobie, trees don't swi–" but you were cut off by your yelping as he swung deep and jumped up high, feeling the cold wind pass you by and sweep your hair away from your face.
into the night, you two went around the city, seeing the beauty hidden in the deep recesses of the evening; taking in the moonlight and the twinkling of the stars as you both made the night yours. you were starting to cool down now, forgetting most of what angered and stressed you out, and feeling like you didn't need to get violent or yell at anyone anymore.
"i hope you're feeling better, i want nothing more than for you to just... feel happy, be happy, y'know." hobie said as he got you a soda from a vending machine he hijacked. you smiled and thanked him as he clinked soda cans with you, thinking if maybe you slept away that anger you felt while you were in your bed. but no, this was no dream–and you couldn't be any more delighted at that.
it's because of hobie that you feel like all things will pass, eventually, you just have to find the right outlet to let go of the bad and negative feelings and thoughts. you weren't bad, you weren't evil for being angry, you were just that–angry, and that was okay. and through hobie, you were now angry no longer, more in love, you were, but like hell you were gonna tell him that, better wait for next time, you thought to yourself as you gulped down the fizzy drink.
tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @arachnoia @solecitoszn @hearts4hobie
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hard-candy-writing · 11 months
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deal with the devil: chapter four
eddie munson x cheerleader!reader
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graphic by @hellfiremunsonn, thank you my dear!! everyone go check out her stuff, she's amazing and creative and cute and all around a lovely person <3
fic summary: you want to piss off your parents. eddie wants to pass his classes. so you make a deal with each other: he’ll date you, you’ll tutor him, and you’ll both end the year happy. the catch? no falling in love. slow burn romance, enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating, don’t fall in love. fic takes place in 1984-85. inspired by 18 by anarbor.
chapter summary: you go to eddie's house to fulfil your part of the deal: tutoring and tits. but when eddie tries to make you feel a little more comfortable, you find yourself getting a little too into it.
warnings: this series in 18+, minors dni! afab reader. reader is 18 with an august birthday, eddie is 19. reader is mean and eddie is mean right back. reader has a controlling father. nsfw. fighting with parents, reader gets her tits played with. masturbation (f and m, separate).
a/n: i've done it, besties. i've gotten through finals season and i'm back to updating my serials! enjoy <3
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chapter four: the note
"I'm eighteen, Dad, you can't ground me!"
"The hell I can't!"
Your mother rubbed her forehead, her eyes fluttering shut. This argument had gone past its 24-hour mark earlier that morning, the two of you spending all Saturday going back and forth.
"I've never met someone so goddamn stubborn," you'd heard him snap at your mother after you'd gone to bed the night before.
"I have," she'd replied so quietly you'd nearly missed it.
She was right. You and your father were perfectly matched, and now as you stared each other down in the kitchen that afternoon, you tilted your chin up the same way he always did when someone challenged him.
"As long as you live under my roof, eat my food, use my electricity, you follow my rules."
"Then I'll get a job, pay you rent, buy my own food, and do whatever the hell I want."
"And how are you going to get to work without a car?"
"Eddie will drive me."
He scoffed. "That low-life? You can't rely on him!"
"You don't know the first thing about him!" You grabbed your -- Eddie's -- jacket from the hallway and shrugged it on. "You can't stop me, Dad."
"I'll take your door off its goddamn hinges, Y/N."
"Go ahead! It's not like I get any privacy in this house, anyway!"
"You get everything you want, you spoiled little --"
Your mother put her hand on his arm. You fought not to grin.
"Hon, just leave it. Maybe we need some time to cool off."
You turned away to grab your backpack, and a smirk broke out across your face. Your mother was always the first to break -- she hated confrontation. You took advantage of your dad's sudden silence and opened the front door.
"Mom's right. I'll be back before midnight, okay?"
"Young lady, it's a school night, and --"
"Before ten," you relented, not wanting to push him too far. "And you won't have to feed me, so I won't be a drain on your wallet like I apparently am."
Hurt crossed his face. Yeah, you'd milk that little tidbit for all it was worth. You left before he could say anything more. He was so easy to guilt-trip.
That Sunday was warm, the air still tinged with the sweet heat of summer. It was noon, but you had the feeling Eddie would be less than willing to come and get you, seeing as you planned on tutoring him. So you walked, the distance between your neighbourhood and his surprisingly short -- you'd never noticed before.
When you arrived, there was a pickup truck beside Eddie's van. A man sat out on the front "porch" -- which was really just a nearby picnic table -- smoking a cigarette. You hesitated, about to go up the stairs and knock on the door.
"You looking for Eddie?"
You turned to the man on the picnic table. He squinted at you, the sun in his eyes.
"Uh, yeah."
"I'm his uncle, you can call me Wayne. You one of his... friends?"
You nodded, gripping the straps of your backpack. "I'm here to help tutor him."
The corners of his mouth turned down, but his eyebrows shot up and he nodded, pleased.
"Good to see the boy's taking some initiative."
You just nodded. Thankfully, the door opened and Eddie appeared in the doorway. He wore the same shirt he'd worn to the party, with red plaid pajama bottoms. Somehow, his hair was even more frizzy than usual.
"Did you just wake up?"
Eddie yawned and nodded. "Heard voices. You're here early."
You glanced down at your watch. "It... It's nearly one o'clock."
"Yeah, I had to set an alarm." Eddie bit back another yawn. "Come on in."
You followed him inside, feeling Wayne's gaze on your back as you go. When Eddie shut the door, you kicked off your shoes.
"Your uncle seems nice."
"Were you expecting him to be a jerk?"
"No, but people said he'd come down hard on you when you failed last year. I guess I expected..."
"... him to be a jerk." Eddie smirked. "People sure love to talk, huh?"
He started on the way back to his room, and you followed.
"Is it not true?"
Eddie shook his head. "God, no. I mean, yeah, he was disappointed, but it's not like he was mad."
"Then why did he make you get a job?"
"He wanted me to contribute to the bills and didn't want me to sell anymore. Figured it'd give me something else to do. But he made me quit a few weeks ago to focus on school."
That was... reasonable. You didn't know adults could be reasonable. Eddie flopped down onto his bed, which squeaked under his weight.
"Listen, I appreciate you coming all the way here, but I'll be honest: I'm not really in the learning mood. Maybe we could just --"
"I'll let you touch my tits if we get through the worksheet."
Eddie sat up on his elbows. "What?"
"You're keeping up your part of the deal, now I have to keep up mine -- tutoring and tits."
"Y-You don't have to do that if you don't want you." He sat up further, panic overtaking his features. "I-I don't want you to feel pressured or anything."
You shrug one shoulder. "I don't." In fact, you felt a little guilty about just how late you'd stayed up replaying his moans in your head the night before.
"So," you said, unzipping your bag and taking out your worksheet and textbook, "why don't we get started?"
"Ye... Yeah," he said at length. His eyes were a little dazed, cheeks splotchy with a flush that steadily crept up his neck. Eddie's gaze kept flickering around, and when they landed on you they remained steadily on your face as if he were afraid to look elsewhere.
Well, you had worn a low-cut top for this reason.
You intentionally went through the worksheet slowly. Mostly because you wanted him to understand each formula you used -- and to his credit, he answered the last two questions on his own. But you wanted to give him the chance to calm down. It was just you. Just your body. No big deal.
When you finally shut your textbook and slipped it into your bag, Eddie was fully awake and had one hand tangled in the bed sheets, twisting them up. Jesus, had he never touched a girl before? A silence fell over the room, broken only by the buzz of his fan. You turned around to face him, sitting up a little straighter.
"Okay. Go ahead."
Eddie's eyebrows disappeared beneath his bangs and he tilted his head down a little. "Y... You want me to just...?"
"Yes, Edward. Just do it." Your words came out more snappish than you'd meant.
"Sorry! Sorry... I just... I've never done this before."
"Touched a girl's tits?"
"No, I have. I've never touched a girl's tits just..." He cupped his hands a little. "Outright, you know? No preamble. And what am I supposed to do? Look into your eyes?"
"No!" You giggled. "That'd be so awkward."
"What about you? You're just gonna sit there until I'm done?"
"Would you stop worrying over the details and just -- Here, let me --" You whipped your top off, revealing the silky bra you'd chosen that morning just to sweeten the deal in case Eddie had fought hard against working.
You grabbed Eddie by the wrists and brought his hands to your tits. His eyes widened a little, but he quickly composed himself. You let his wrists go.
"There. Awkward part over."
"Are you sure about that? I mean, I could make it more awkward. I could stare at you." His eyes bulged and he stared deep into your eyes.
"Edward!" You laughed again. You couldn't help it; he looked so owlish and weird. You grabbed his hands and moved them, making his fingers squish the fat of your tits. "Here, like this. Just... Enjoy it, okay?"
His eyes dropped to your chest. He took over, lifting and squeezing, pushing them together a little.
"This is... a really nice bra."
"It had better be nice, it cost me enough."
"Is it comfy? It feels soft."
"Are you seriously trying to make small talk while you're feeling me up?"
"It's better than silence, right? And it is nice! I like this." His thumb stretched out and touched the little bow at the garment's centre. "Cute."
"Thanks," you said, but the word was followed by a gasp when his thumbs brushed over your nipples.
Eddie squeezed your tits in his palms, then curled his thumbs so the dull edge of his nails grazed your nipples -- rapidly hardening them. Your back arched, bending into his grip. You hadn't even realized boys knew how sensitive nipples could be. The ones you'd hooked up with in the past had never even gone there, unless they wanted a greedy squeeze.
But Eddie knew what he was doing. He'd obviously done it before. When you let out an especially breathy sigh, he looked up to you.
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah. You don't have to, though."
"I want it to be nice for you, too." One hand rose to your throat, fingers tracing the fading marks. "Want me to give you a couple more of these? Really piss daddy off?"
You knew saying "no" was best. That his fingers toying with you were making you a little too dizzy, a little too relaxed. But it felt so good. And he was right.
So you nodded, murmured a quick, "Yeah."
Eddie's lips were warm and soft, juxtaposed to the sting of his teeth as he sucked your flesh into his mouth and bit down. He distracted you from the pain by tracing small, slow circles over your nipples. You shut your eyes and tilted your head back, giving him access to every inch of your throat. You felt the tip of his nose brush up the column of your throat, and he paused just under your jaw to suck at the tender skin there. The silk of your bra tickled you. Teased you.
You reached up to undo the clasp. Just as the straps fell, Eddie caught them.
"Whoa, Princess, slow down. What are you doing?"
"I... I'm..." You felt like you'd just walked out of a thick fog, your faculties returning to you. You cleared your throat. "I thought maybe you wanted that, that's all. What, am I wrong?"
"Never mind what I want. We've known each other for a week. Even if we knew each other for a year, I still wouldn't want you to do this if you didn't want to." He lowered his voice, looking into your eyes. "And I doubt you really want the Freak sucking on your tits, do you?"
You lifted the straps of your bra back up, suddenly shy.
"Sucking on them? What, like a baby or something?"
Eddie chuckled. "Not quite the image I was going for." When his eyes met yours, his narrowed and he tilted his head to one side. "You've... never had anyone do that to you?"
"Well, I... I've only had one boyfriend before you. And, really, most guys don't do that." Did they?
A smile crept over Eddie's face, making you squirm.
"Aw, Princess," he cooed.
You scowled and began to do your bra back up. "If you're gonna be like that, I'll just leave."
"I'm sorry," he said, a chuckle in his voice. "Sorry. It's just kinda sad to hear nobody's done that for you. A lot of girls like it."
"I'm literally sitting in your trailer, so I don't need your pity, Edward. Like you're so fucking experienced."
His face darkened and he grabbed your wrists. "Hey. Don't fucking say that shit just because you're upset and getting defensive. Okay? It's not cute, and it's not clever."
"You're the one who brought it up."
"I didn't bring it up to hurt you -- unlike what you just said." His thumbs rubbed soft circles against your inner wrists, grip loosening. "You just have a little less experience than I expected, and I was taken back by it. Not that I expected any of those airhead jocks to know how to treat a woman."
You snorted. "And you do?"
"You seemed pretty comfortable a few minutes ago. Anyway," he let go of your wrists, "I'm surprised you didn't demand they please you, with your high standards. I figured you give a guy three minutes to start pleasing you or he's out."
"If you give a guy three minutes, he'll be done in two."
"Is that your experience?"
You shrugged.
"Oh, don't get shy on me now." When you remained silent, Eddie leaned back a little. "Well, the way I see it, we have a few options. You can put your shirt back on and I can give you a ride home. You can put your shirt back on and we can... I dunno, go get some food? Maybe rent a video? Or..."
"Or?"
"Or you can keep your shirt off. And I can show you a little of what you're missing out on."
You swallowed hard, schooling your features into a cool mask of calm. "You're pretty bold, Freak."
"See it this way: I made some serious bank this weekend, all thanks to you. It's payback. A little thank-you."
"So you won't get any pleasure from burying your face in my boobs?"
"Oh, no, none at all. I can be very professional about this sort of thing." Eddie smirked. "Okay, yeah, it would do something for me too. But it's totally up to you, and I won't push it. Plus, we can still get food and rent a movie after this, because I assume you told daddy you'd be home late, didn't you?"
You shrugged one shoulder. "He tried to ground me. I had to put my foot down."
"My dad would've had a fucking field day with you."
"I'm sure he would have."
A moment of silence passed between you, but Eddie didn't make you feel pressured. He kept a respectful distance between you. You knew taking him up on his offer was a bad idea. You didn't want him getting too attached to you and falling for you for real. But if he did start getting feelings for you, you were sure you'd notice and put a stop to it. This was just experience. An exchange. Payback, like he'd said.
And you couldn't deny your curiosity.
You reached back and unclasped your bra. The corners of Eddie's mouth quirked up a little, just for a second, as you removed the garment and let it fall into your lap. Your heart thudded in your ears. Could he hear it, in the silence? You wondered if your boobs weren't what he was looking for; if they weren't the right size, or shape, if he could see the soft down that covered your skin like peach fuzz that your friends assured you they all had (except for Alice, who was hairless as a baby, apparently). You were suddenly aware of every freckle and mark.
"Well?" you pushed after what felt like forever but was probably more like a few moments.
"Sorry," he laughed. "Just admiring the view."
"Oh my God."
"What? It isn't every day a pretty girl shows me her tits. Gotta savour the moment." He took your tits into his hands, his palms warm and the pads of his fingers rough. "This okay?"
"Yeah."
"'Kay." He leaned down, peppering soft kisses against your collar bone, your chest, the slight dip between your breasts.
When his lips moved closer to your nipples, you fought not to hitch your breath. A strand of his hair brushed one while his mouth captured the other. Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt the hot, velvety tip of his tongue poke out and traced around your nipple. It stiffened, and you tried not to gasp when he flicked his tongue over it. You utterly failed when he began to suck.
"O-Oh." The sound escaped you, your spine straightening a little.
Eddie leaned back, releasing your nipple with a soft pop that made your thighs clench.
"You okay? I can stop."
"No," you said too quickly. "No, it's... I mean, it's fine."
"Yeah? Just fine?" His thumb came up to rub the nipple he had just released, and you had to bite your inner cheek to stop from moaning. "Looks like I gotta try harder then."
This time, he sucked harder. He let his teeth graze over your sensitive flesh, flicked his tongue quickly, blew on your nipples so his spit cooled and made you shiver. Every pinch, every change in temperature, every time the pleasure bordered on pain when he bit down or sucked too hard -- it all went to your head. You reached back to grip your ankles, your feet tucked under you where you knelt. If you didn't, you were sure you'd wind your fingers into his hair and pull him closer -- fall back and yank him on top of you. The only coherent thoughts in your head were; you could not let that happen, and; you'd had no idea that someone playing with your tits could make you this wet.
You kept telling yourself to stop him. You expected him to get tired or bored. But you could feel his lips curl into a smile every time you gasped or mewled. This was a game to him; he chased those soft sounds you tried and failed to bite back. And you were loathe to interrupt him.
You glanced at his clock radio by his bed. The glaring red numbers told you he'd been at it for half an hour.
"Y-Your lips are probably getting tired, huh?" you stammered, and cursed yourself for sounding so out-of-breath.
Eddie pulled off of you. "A little. You want to stop?"
"Yeah," you lied.
Eddie handed you your bra and shuffled back. His hard-on immediately caught your eye, tenting his pajama pants. You tried to sound casual as you put your top back on.
"I assume you're gonna want to take care of that? I can leave for a few minutes. If we're gonna go to Family Video I want to fix my hair."
"If you don't mind," he said with a smile, as if you were fetching him a glass of water instead of leaving to let him jerk off.
You got up and hurried out to the bathroom. When you shut the door, you immediately sat on the toilet lid, lifted your skirt, and shoved your panties aside. You'd soaked through them. Your fingers immediately went to your clit and you nearly groaned at the relief that washed through you at the contact. Knowing Eddie -- or at least compared to the last time he'd jerked off in your presence -- you didn't have much time, and sometimes it took you a very long time to get off.
But you already felt your orgasm building. Your bra brushed against your sensitive nipples, a teasing shadow of what Eddie had done. You spread your legs wide, two fingers sliding into your opening with little effort thanks to how slick you were, while your other hand worked your clit. You bit down on your lip, careful to keep quiet as you fought to hear any moans coming from his bedroom. But all you could hear was your fingers running wetly through your folds and your heart thudding in your ears.
You glanced to your side, at the sink, remembering how Eddie had effortlessly lifted you onto the corner the other night. How strong his hands were. How good they'd feel holding your squirming hips down while his tongue explored other parts of you...
Your orgasm shot through you, faster than you'd ever cum before. You swore softly under your breath, unable to keep silent any longer. You wondered if Eddie was cumming right then too, spilling onto his belly -- or maybe kneeling and spending himself right on the spot you'd been sitting.
Those thoughts curdled when you came down from your high. No. You were not fantasizing about Eddie the Freak Munson. First, ew. Second, ew. Third, it was entirely against the deal you'd made. You weren't supposed to be attracted to the guy; it helped sell the act, sure, but who were you trying to fool sitting in the guy's bathroom touching yourself to thoughts of him?
You got your clothes back into place, washed up, and changed your hair enough to make it look like you had actually done something. When you came out, you could hear Eddie shuffling around his bedroom. You sat in the living room until he came out, your bag slung over one shoulder.
"You put on blush or something?"
You touched your cheeks, which felt hot. "I pinched my cheeks. Old trick."
"Weird." He handed you the bag. "Anyway, are you gonna make me watch some chick flick or something?"
"Either you choose the food or you choose the movie."
Eddie chuckled. "Seeing as I'll eat anything, how do you feel about horror?"
You got up from the couch and made you way to the door where your shoes sat. "That depends. Is it a typical slasher where the cheerleader and her boyfriend die when they sneak off for a quickie? Or is it more monsters and supernatural stuff?"
"I take it you don't like watching the cheerleader die."
"No, I just don't like watching them make stupid decisions."
"Hah! Fine, we'll watch something that won't make you want to jump into the TV and yell at them."
"Thank you."
Were you actually having a regular conversation? Distantly it was alarming, but more pressingly it felt... nice. Like you'd both relaxed enough to talk freely.
Huh. Maybe masturbating before seeing him was the key to making your interactions tolerable.
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You did a double feature, having a late lunch/early dinner of pizza and chips. Wayne joined you for the second movie, asking typical old man questions all the way through ("Who's that?" "Now why'd she run up the stairs? She's trapping herself." "What'd he say?"). Eddie wouldn't stop apologizing for his uncle when he drove you back home, but you'd thought he was adorable. Wayne -- you thought Wayne was adorable.
When you got home, your mother was in the kitchen while your father was in his office. You took the opportunity to hurry upstairs and shut the door. It was ten o'clock on the dot, and you needed to rest before school the next day. You dumped out your bag and quickly gathered everything you needed. You were just about to grab your agenda and cross the day out when you noticed a piece of paper sticking out of it.
You removed and unfolded it. The scrawl was unmistakably Eddie's, but that's not what made your heart stop. It was the message.
"You're not as quiet as you think you are."
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Childhood bestfriends to lovers Ethan Landry x Reader?? (W smut) 🙏
Feel Something - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
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contains: smut, soft!dom!Ethan, sub!reader, p in v, a bit of angst (?), both of you losing virginity
A/N: Hi, I don’t know how good this is and I don’t know why is mostly angst (it’s in fact just a little, but still) I wanted this to be kinky asf but instead I kinda trauma dumped, lmao. I hope it’s still okay tho!
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You and your friends were at Sam and Tara’s place, including Ethan who was always either behind you or right next to you. You didn’t mind since you knew each other since childhood and are the closest and form the closest bond. So it’s safe to say this friend group is still new to you both. University just started a few weeks ago and you have a hard time getting used to New York and every new thing.
“So, any ideas of what we should do?” Mindy said as she playfully pinched Sam’s arm while Anika gave her a weird look but ignored it.
“We were thinking of watching a movie tonight, perhaps?” Samantha suggested and all of the looks were fixated on you and Ethan now. They knew he doesn’t really like movie nights and that you just can’t stand still for 2 hours straight.
“Thing is..” you began to speak, taking this a bit personal since you think they’re just messing around or something. “I didn’t want to be here today, but Ethan asked me to come and I couldn’t say no.” you eye-sideying him as you try to avoid eye contact.
“Yeah, me neither. Chad also invited me.” He cleared his throat as Chad just showed him the middle finger. Whispering a “What a bitch”.
It seems like these two get along very well, but in reality, it’s really not like that. They need to fake their friendship and how cool they are just because they’re roommates, which is bullshit. You could’ve been his roommate instead, but due to obvious reasons, it’s not allowed.
“Even so, we don’t have drinks nor popcorns or anything to eat.” Quinn remarked. “Shall one of us go to the supermarket, then.”
You stared at her confused, why going to a supermarket? it’s too far away right now and you don’t even know how long this will take. It’s supposed to be a movie night, not waiting for Chad or one of the girls to go buy shit.
“Supermarket? there’s literally the shop by the corner!” Ethan replied and you nodded, biting your lip as you look at him intensely while it seems like he isn’t aware of you doing it.
Quinn turned and came closer to him. “Listen here, bitch. You may be my brother but I’m doing you a favor right now, don’t be dumb and keep your mouth shut.” She replied back with a more arrogant tone.
Her look dropped on yours suddenly and you clear your throat. Her sister has always took the.. parental role for him since their mother is unknown even to this day. You couldn’t never really get along with her.
“And you too, y/n” Quinn smirked and turned to everyone. “We might not like the snacks one of us will buy, so why don’t we all just go and buy stuff individually?”
Oh, you get it now. It’s not that you would mind, but since when she knows about you having a thing for her brother? Either way, you thank her.
Everyone sighs and heads towards the door, finally. But not before Chad and Tara looked back at you, asking if you’re coming as well.
You shook your head and they raised their eyebrows, well, Tara. You could tell Chad had a slight smile printed on his face.
Once you heard the door closing and eventually locked from the outside. You both let out a loud sigh. You hated the living room so much for some reason, so you go upstairs towards Tara’s room with Ethan right behind you.
“Do they let you just walk around their house like that?” He chuckled and closed the door behind him.
You sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the bedroom. It was perfect for a date. Her tastes are indeed cool.
“Do I look like I care? Come sit beside me, why so nervous?” you asked. But you were kinda nervous as well, you did everything together, everything but not being this close to each other ‘till now.
Ethan nodded and sits next to you, but doesn’t hold eye contact at all. The tension was already here. You didn’t know why it felt so weird being like this.. it’s not the first time you were alone with him, or with a guy in general.
A few seconds pass and you were still not saying or doing anything. You bite your lip and turned to him, but he already was going to break the ice before you did.
“Y/n, I know we don’t talk much about this but I do care about you and I wish you never let any guy hurt you.”
The random words coming from his mouth made your heart race. You never liked talking about this topic and preferred not to talk about other men in front of him. You bite the skin of your lips and look down, scared that he would notice how vulnerable you actually can become if you talk about past relationships.
“I technically came here to have fun.. you know..” You whisper, leaning towards him, smelling his cologne. “I don’t think we should talk about everything I’ve been through with other men.”
He smiled and rubbed your cheek with his long fingers, this is one of the few times he has touched you like this. He never dared to even touch you by accident, but when he did, he would apologise. But to you, there was nothing to apologise for.
“I think we should, now that we’re alone. Talk with your best friend, y/n.” Ethan looked you up and down, slightly biting his bottom lip. You didn’t know why he’s trying to bring this subject up but you felt like talking to someone about your love life. “Vent to me.”
You nodded and sighed. “So what do you wanna know? you already know all of my exes.” You felt ashamed of saying it out loud, ashamed of yourself that you dated so many. But Ethan just stared at you, letting you continue but there’s nothing to continue about.
“I know how you feel right now and trust me, you shouldn’t think of yourself like this. You dated all of them because you felt empty without someone to take care of you, worship you.” He says those words in such a deep and gentle tone. It makes your heart melt and you involuntarily put your head on his shoulder.
“You know me so well,” you whispered. “Do you want some dating advice? is this why you’re so invested in this conversation?”
“No.” He chuckled but went back to a serious tone which only made you feel bad for ‘ruining’ the mood that is supposed to be serious. “You know I’ve never dated anyone and that I would screw things up in my first relationship anyway.” He scratched the back of his neck.
“You screwing up? look at me, I ruined my relationships because I couldn’t feel anything towards them. They left me with a bitter taste of what love truly is.” You start sobbing and squeezed Ethan’s hand. “Maybe I’m just unlovable and.. I can’t love someone, either.”
Ethan looked at you and put one of his fingers under your chin to lift your head up from his shoulder, making you look at him. Eyes filled with tears and your lips were puffy already. You gave in and now he knows how vulnerable you can be at times, another one who knows.
“Don’t cry, you’re not unlovable and you could love someone. You just have to meet the right guy.” He gently grabbed your shoulders, massaging them while you’re trying to break the eye contact.
You were staring at him like you’ve seen a ghost, and you got more surprised as soon as he wiped your tears away with his index finger, his finger slowly moving down to your lips.
“You’re not broken if that’s what you think,” He got extremely closer to you, his lips just a few inches away from yours. “Let yourself feel something with me.”
Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips against yours, your eyes widened. But it didn’t take much longer for you to slowly close them and kiss him back with your hands around him. Pushing your lips more against his.
He wrapped his hands around your waist, squeezing it as he pushes you onto the bed on your back while lips still locked together and he crawled on top of you, biting your lower lip to make you open your mouth and enter his tongue in, desperately searching for yours.
You moan into the kiss as soon as you feel his tongue on yours and his fingers playing with the waistband of your lace underwear. The fact that it was so easy to him to touch your private parts because of you wearing only a tight red dress, was turning him on even more.
He didn’t want to tease you much though, so his fingers found their way to your already wet cunt, massaging your clit slowly through your panties. Making you break the kiss immediately.
“E-Ethan-“ you moaned his name, which only made him get harder and you wetter by how he was stimulating you.
Ethan continues to play with your clit while you involuntarily squeeze your legs, which makes him laugh and use his other hand to spread them again.
"It's obvious you haven't been touched in this area much," he says amusedly as you roll your eyes, unable to form coherent sentences.
He bites his lips and moves your panties to the side, pressing his finger against your now exposed clit. You start gripping the sheets.
"I-It's too much!" You tilt your head back, and Ethan takes advantage, pressing his mouth against your sensitive neck, lightly biting the spot.
"Really? But I haven't even penetrated you yet!" He smiles and licks the now reddened bite mark.
You didn't expect your best friend to take control and do with you everything no other boy has done before. You feel your body burning with pleasure and desire. The feeling is unfamiliar, but you love it.
He takes his finger away from your clit and you moan in frustration, almost wanting to beg him to give you more. He smiles innocently and takes his shirt off, revealing his muscles and abs. You blush slightly at what you’re seeing. Definitely not expecting this.
But your gaze immediately drops when Ethan pulls his belt down along with his pants, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He's hard as a rock, and you have no idea if it will fit. You gulp when his boxers vanish along with his clothes. You see it, and it's big.
"What's wrong, princess? You should know you have to beg if you want it that bad." he teases. "By the way, are there any condoms around here?"
"Y-Yes," you stammer. "On Tara's nightstand. Chad and she are insatiable." You start laughing together.
He opens a pack of condoms and slowly rolls one onto himself, while you undress in front of him and lie back. Eagerly waiting for him to be on top of you again.
"Please..." You spread your legs.
"Please, what?" he chuckles as he teases your wet pussy with his tip.
"Fuck me!" You beg, and he grins, leaning in to passionately kiss you as he enters slowly, groaning while you start to whimper in pain as you feel him stretching you out.
He didn’t move, he’s letting you adjust to his size. Even though it’s confusing because you’re crying and your legs are shaking. He’s about to pull out but you stopped him.
“Are you… a virgin?” He asks you, confused of your look and the way you’re breathing. You nod slightly.
“Just like you.” You replied, a slight shake could be found in your voice. He rolled his eyes, almost annoyed at the fact that he didn’t know you still were.
“Why didn’t you tell me, baby? I could’ve made this more special to you, to both of us.” You groaned at the pet name and smiled, trying to forget the pain as if never existed.
“But this is special, Ethan. I’ve actually wanted you for so long.” You pulled him closer. “Move, I’m going to be fine.”
He nodded, still unsure of what to do and started thrusting it in and out of you, making you roll your eyes in pleasure and instinctively wrap your legs around him.
Ethan groans in your ear as he feels your hand running through his curly hair. You open your eyes wide when his finger quickly rubs your clit.
"Please, don't stop, keep going," you say, your eyes searching for his, and he whispers in your ear in a sensual manner.
"What a good girl," he praises, and your walls tighten around him, making him whimper and bite your neck without any gentleness. You put your hand over your mouth, tears of pleading in your eyes.
"Don't cover that pretty mouth of yours, let me hear you," he moves faster inside you. "I'm close," he whispers.
You moan loudly, struggling to respond. “Me too-" Ethan presses his lips on yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth which made you open your mouth, enough for him to slide his tongue in as he pounds in you faster. And with one final thrust, you cum all over his dick and he catches his own orgasm, releasing into the condom.
He slowly pulls out, sweat visibly on his forehead as he throws the used condom into the trash can next to Tara’s bed. You’ll make sure to throw it somewhere else before she sees it.
“That was amazing!” He tells you, laying on the bed visibly tired but proud that you’re finally his.
You turn to him and smile, searching for his hand. “I’ve wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something, but now I know.” you lean closer and peck his lips.
“Does it mean you’re giving me a chance?” He asked, you could see how the look on his face changed and how his eyes are basically sparkling.
You nodded. “Yes, but we have to put our clothes back on now, the bitches will get home soon.”
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sataraxia · 9 months
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you're losing me.
miguel o'hara x fem!reader
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summary: 'you're losing me' by taylor swift.
genre: angst, so much angst. basically a songfic.
warnings: cursing, violence, hard violence at the end, the reader shows signs of bpd. it "continues" the across the spiderverse plot.
a/n: i wanted to do this for a while now, i'm a fluff fan but a taylor swift one first. english isn't my first language so pls let me know my mistakes.
w.c: 13.2k
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You have been with Miguel for more than a while now, just without a confirmation in between, there was never an "I love you", much less an " I’m sorry", but you two knew it, you cared for each other, and it would always be like that, no need for words.
But it was later that you really got to know the man you loved unconditionally.
You say “I don’t understand and i say, “I know you don’t”
“Love, you’ve been with that for a whole week, don’t you think it’s time to stop?” you said with no more than sweetness and care in your voice.
He didn’t say anything, not even look at you.
“I know that it’s important, but you haven't been eating, or sleeping well.” letting out a sigh, you tried to approach him. “I'm going out on a long mission tomorrow, you know, we could get dinner, or something.”
“I don’t understand how you could think that getting dinner is more important than this, and you should be working too, get out.” it was like he had put a wall between you two, ‘cause you didn’t dare to get closer than you were.
And it’s been like that for some time now, since the events of earth 1610, he’s been a workaholic, but you could take it, you always could.
“We thought a cure would come through in time..”
You’ve been out on this mission for almost three weeks, you missed your friends, missed Miguel, ‘cause maybe, just maybe, he was being himself again.
Of course not. When you arrived at the HQ, more specifically his office, the first thing you saw of him was a man yelling at a kid that a citizen was supposed to be dead, and the same fate was meeting the kid’s father.
The thing was, you didn’t really enjoy talking about canon events with Miguel, because you don’t like the term, in fact, you hate that he invented a word that justifies all the pain you, and everyone here, endured.
You wanted to do something, help Miles, but your thoughts were blurry, knowing that every decision you take from now on can change everything with Miguel.
“..now I fear it won’t.”
“Remember lookin’ at this room, we loved it ‘cause of the light.”
The chase after Miles already started, and you just stood there, while every other Spider-Man was trying to capture a kid.
You wanted to scream, most likely to the man who gave the order, but you had to stay on his side, right? 
At least that was what your body wanted, ‘cause suddenly you were in the platform, the one where Miguel had brought you everytime you were injured, where you had your first kiss and the so many more that followed.
You didn’t even think about it, you started helping Miguel telling him where you saw Miles in the cameras, opening the path for him.
“Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time.”
This was the man you’ve fallen for? the one that was hitting a kid, telling him that he shouldn’t even exist? you knew part of his behavior was because of his feral instincts, but trying to justify this was making you sick.
You saw how Miles was running for his life, feeling betrayed by his own people, hurting like hell just wanting to come home to his parents, that’s when it hit you, you couldn’t do this.
He reached the machine that would send him “home”, you could hear your lover yelling at you from the ear piece that you two shared “Shut it off! Come on!”.
“Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?”
Your thoughts were colliding in your mind, the typical “my heart wants something but my brain another” line sounding everywhere.
But time took the choice for you, Miles was already gone and you didn’t do anything to stop it, nothing came from the other side of the communicator, but you’ve never heard a silence quite this loud.
The fear that you were experiencing right now was almost unrecognizable. almost.
“I’m getting tired even for a phoenix, always rising from the ashes”
It was the same fear that you had the day he found you.
Like every other spider person, you had been through a lot, but it came to a point where your family didn’t acknowledge you anymore, the only friend you had died because of you.
So, you’ve always known you were a failure, thinking about it now, maybe the relationship you’ve built with Miguel it’s just because he was the first person that didn’t see you as one.
It was hard at first, learning that everytime your parents insulted you, all the times that you were punished by them, all they took from you, all that was supposed to happen, hell, it had to be like that.
With time, and with Miguel by your side, you grew comfortable in your position, you could stay with him forever, just like he promised all the times you crawled to him after a bad day or a bad memory. forever, right? 
“You might just have dealt the final blow.”
You were facing each other, he was always taller than you, but right now, you feel like the smallest thing in the world, you’ve known this feeling, and you don’t want that to happen with him.
But it was too late to want and not want things.
“Why didn't you do it? It was a simple button.” his voice was raspy, probably from all the yelling before, but he’s being cautious with you, the feeling in your stomach confirms it.
“I didn’t think like it was the right thing.” you didn’t tremble, he knows that you need him, but he also knows the woman you are.
“What?” that was it.
Silence, it could have been just seconds, but it feels like eternity to you, maybe because eternity was beautiful in your eyes, and what he started to say, definitely not.
“It’s incredible how after all this time, all of the effort I put on you, you show up to be just a disappointment, i don’t care what you think.”
“Stop.” he didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean it.
“Stop, you’re losing me.”
“No, you dont get for me to stop, I've always been there for you, I saved you again and again for you to turn your back on me? really?” you could feel the anger in his voice.
“Miguel, it's not like that, stop.” a little steps to get closer, you needed him closer.
“Stop, you’re losing me.”
“It is like that, it's always like that, you always fail and let me down, you don’t care about the real things because you’re stuck to keep suffering for some stupid thing that happened to you years ago, i'm tired of you being a nuisance to me.”
“My heart won’t start anymore..”
“What?” now it was your turn, without letting the tears take over your face. “I’m a nuisance? And what about you? the only thing you’ve been doing is watching on that little screen something that you could never have again, holding on to the memory of your mistakes, jealous that a kid can know beforehand and actually do something about it!” you know you don’t mean this, you know his suffering, but this was just too much.
“What I do is my business, but you work for me, you have to do what I say.” his tone wasn’t cautious anymore, his words were as thin as a dagger, was it always like that for him?
“I don’t work for you, i’m your-” he cut you off, almost instantly.
“You’re nothing to me.” he didn’t look at you when he said that.
“..for you.”
“What are you gonna do to that kid?” your voice was kinda broken, but you glared at him with storms in your eyes.
“Whatever is necessary to avoid him destroying a whole universe.”
“And the air is thick with loss and indecision.”
“Then I'm gone.” you turned away, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t look back.
He didn’t care if you were gone, he was letting you go just this easy, when your whole body was screaming at you that you should crawl to him, beg for his care and for his love, like you always did.
“Now you’re running down the hallway, and you know what they all say..”
That night, Miguel went to his room, that was yours too, expecting to find you a crying mess, it was always like that, you two had argued before, and he knows that he can fix this, by fixing you.
Opposite of his imagination, you weren’t there, all that was left was all your stuff, the clothes that he loved seeing you wearing, the gifts that he made, the ones that you made, all of it was there, but not you.
He forgot what fear was like, until he saw the little note you had left behind for him.
“i love you.”
It was the first time that one of you “said” that, and he hated it, hated his vulnerability, hated the short tear that was crossing his jaw now, but mostly, he hated you, for making him feel all of this and being gone.
“You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.”
“My heart won’t start anymore (‘cause you’re losing me).”
It had been three months now, you were helping Miles and his band, they were your friends now and they cared for you.
Mostly Gwen, you talked to her a lot, and she’s been helping you with your feelings.
You were miserable, you hated this so much, hated him so much.
The truth was that you were dying to go with him, you were so attached that it was completely painful, and you were fighting with yourself every day.
Because not matter how much you loved Miguel, you were on your own now, and you had the right to think and act for yourself, so if that means you have to be against him, even fight him, then you were going to do it.
That was what you said to yourself, but when the moment came, when all of your friends were fighting against the corporation you helped build, when the love of your life was in front of you, claws and teeth out, you were paralyzed.
“‘Til we were too far gone to bring back to life”
He was getting closer and closer, and some part of you was hoping that this was the man that didn’t even need words for you to know he loved you, the man that you would give up on your life from, you would do anything or everything for the things to go back to how they were.
“I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy.”
And that thought alone bothered you, why would you do everything for a man that was about to kill you if necessary? you were done with this.
You threw the first punch, as it was unexpected, he didn’t block it at all.
“And all I did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” your voice didn’t come off as he expected, you weren’t fragile anymore.
And so it began, he was a fighter and he wasn’t containing, you were hurt but you didn’t stop,for now you were blocking his claws and pushing him towards a kind of factory in the city, the farther away he was from Miles, the better.
“You’re not gonna kill a child Miguel, I'm not letting you.” he didn’t even care to respond, god how you hated that he wasn’t giving any signal of regret in all of this.
“You can still come with us, with me, you know?” of all the things he could’ve said, he chose that.
“Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don’t you ignore me.”
You didn’t respond, he kept talking.
“You are my best soldier, come on.” you were under him, he could finish this right now, you were bleeding and sore, he was too.
“I’m the best thing at this party (you’re losing me).”
The only reason you couldn’t hate him was the memories of what you had, but that, the attitude that he has on top of you, like your life was only in his hand, that he was portraying himself as your forever savior, you were boiling with rage.
You moved as fast as you could, pushing him off of you with the studies you had collected of fighting beside him, now you were on top, hitting at him with blood nubling your “pretty eyes” as he called them.
With that, he understood there was not a turning the situation, this was it, this is how it’s gonna end.
He grabbed you with all his strength and started shoving your body against the columns in the old fabric, along with this, he was telling you how disappointed he was, villainizing you for leaving him alone.
You couldn’t hear due to the damage.
“And I'm fading thinking do something, babe, say something.”
Blow comes, blow goes, you weren’t thinking of what you were doing, you were so mad that he wasn’t saying something, that he prefers this before taking the risk of believing in you.
“I hate you.” you thought about every time, how he manipulated you, how he controlled every feeling and idea in your head, and you hated how much you would love to stop this and go back to that.
“Lose something babe, risk something.”
He wasn’t fighting back anymore, the floor was cold and every punch that touched his skin made him feel warm.
He was regretting everything, he didn’t care about Miles now, he didn’t care about another universe anymore, he only cared about you, the universe of his own.
“I did everything for you, I would've died only for you, I would've even killed Miles for you, and I think I would still do it if you just choose me!”
You were letting it all out, not even listening to the voice of the man under you.
“Choose something, babe, i got nothing to believe, unless you’re choosing me.”
You were tired, couldn’t throw anymore hits, and that’s when you noticed, he was barely breathing under you, mumbling some words that you haven’t heard.
Your body didn’t move, you freezed.
“Stop, you’re losing me.”
Miguel used his last strength to clean some of the tears that were traveling down your cheek, you could now hear what he was saying.
“I’m so sorry, amor.” it’s the first time you’ve seen a genuine smile.
“Stop, stop, stop.”
You know there was nothing to be done, and no one could help right now, it was just you and him like it was in the beginning.
“I love you.” you whispered to him, grabbing his hand.
“I love you too.” he closed his eyes.
“I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore.”
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luvyunjinxo · 8 months
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cutie zuha who everyone thought was submissive and totally inexperienced, but one day when reader tested her limits, she showed her real self, absolutely destroying reader 🥴 becoming the mean hard dom mommy she really is 🤭
why does this sound familiar 🤨 .. anyways here it is anon (listening to newjeans while making this so I apologize if things sound funky)
Kazuha = Red Y/n = Pink (creds from that one fic I saw that had this color thing)
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Everyone thinks Zuha is just a baby, not to mention her sweet innocent personality she would never hurt a soul. So you knew you had the sweetest girlfriend ever. When it came to sex she always had vanilla sex and always was gentle with you. Always reassuring you, you were safe with her.
Ugh but how much you hated it. You wanted to be degraded, humiliated and just something more rough than you usually get. Not complaining? Kind of? You just wanted something new.
You had a whole plan to be a brat, was risky, didn't know if it was gonna work, but you're trying it anyways. "Baby we have to go out, get ready now" You scoffed at her and just said "No I'm tired." Kazu gave you a confused look and just returned with a smile and said "Babe seriously we have to go now" She said while trying to pull you up.
"No Zuha I don't wanna."
"We have to. My family is expecting us baby."
You just scoffed again and made your way to the bathroom to get ready and you guys left to go to her parents house like you guys did almost every week.
After you guys got there you started acting like an immature kid again. Only laying in Zuha's bed not even spending time with her. You were surprised she kept up with it. But once it was time for dinner with her family you went out to eat with them.
"Here Y/n have some chicken!" Her mom said as she starts to pass you the plate. "No thank you." Kazuha looked at you weirdly giving you the 'wtf?' look. So she kicked your foot under the table because she knew how her mom felt about declining food.
"How about some Bulgogi?" Zuha kicked your feet again to make sure you actually accept it this time. "No I'm okay excuse me I'll use the bathroom real quick." You politely smiled and made your way to the bathroom.
"Mom I'll go check on her she doesn't seem well, okay?" Frustratingly, she stomped her way to the bathroom and just opened the door without knocking. You were just on your phone on the bathroom toilet.
"Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you today?! I tried to keep up with your bullshit but It's too much now!" This is the Kazuha you wanted.
"I don't know. I'm normal today what do you mean?".
"Shut the fuck up. Bend over."
"Excuse me?"
With that she bent you over herself and gave you a few spanks to your ass coloring it bright red, and leaving hand marks all over. Then she picked you up and put you on the bathroom counter, moving everything aside.
"Yeah you wanna act like that? Then act like it, but I'm putting you in your place princess." She took off those shorts of yours and started to spread your legs harshly. She smashed her lips against yours and started to finger you with her slender fingers in a fast pace.
You were trying so hard to not make a noise but there was yelps and cries when she started to hit your g-spot. You were gonna cum so fast but she stopped everything right when you were about to.
She edged you in that bathroom for the longest time ever and she finally stopped. She stopped everything and just left you in that bathroom saying, "Get cleaned up baby. I'll meet you at dinner again. Don't think this is over yet because it's not. Once we're home your going on the bed I don't wanna hear excuses." Fuck, you were left there all needy and you were still dripping like hell:(
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darthpastry · 2 months
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Welcome to part two of my official Henry-hate crusade. Time to cover the true ending of Pizzeria Sim! For this one, I want to take one of the fandoms favorite moments, the connection terminated speech, and shred it to piece while explaining why Henry isn't really a hero in this instance. So! Let's go over certain lines. Maybe compliment some of my favorite ones so this isn't just hating and recognizing he isn't the absolute worst.
"And to you, my brave volunteer."
Idk about you, but it doesn't exactly seem to me like Michael knew what he was volunteering for.
"Who somehow found this job listing not intended for you."
If it was anyone else, they probably would've died. The only other person by this point who was known to be able to survive the animatronics was Jeremy and I doubt that even if he was still around, he would be able to fend them off due to brain injury. Also, not so much a complaint, but did Henry have someone else in mind or just threw the job listing into the void?
"Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be."
Why not ask. Or at least tell him what the way out is instead of just assuming he hasn't found anything to live for and effectively murdering him?
"I am remaining as well. I am nearby."
Yep. Just make sure everyone who knows what's going on dies even though it's not like William hasn't escaped a fire before. Very responsible of you.
"This place will not be remembered. And the memory of everything that started this. Can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should."
I'm a firm believer in when history is forgotten it repeats itself, so quite frankly wanting people to forget seems a bit stupid. I agree that they shouldn't be trapped in the agony of it, but "this place will not be remembered" seems wrong.
"Although, for one of you. The darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend."
I can complain about Henry all day, but William is objectively far worse, and this line is absolute fire. Pun intended.
"My daughter, if you can hear me. I knew you would return as well."
Might be due to that animatronic you made to capture her and deliver constant controlled shocks and also somehow ended up in a magazine? Idk though. Just a theory.
"I'm sorry that on that day. The day you were shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up in their arms. The way you lifted others into yours."
But why. I get that being a parent can be hard and you can't have an eye on your kid 24/7, but he should've at least made there was a responsible adult present.
"Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now."
Yippee. Negligent dad who can only making up for leaving his child without a responsible adult which led to her early death by using Lefty so that she can finally move on. Yayyyy /extreme sarcasm ofc
“Congratulations on completing your work week. We apologize if your situation wasn't presented to you In a completely honest fashion when you first started, but it was important that your intentions and actions be genuine.”
I cannot emphasize enough that Michael was not told what was going to happen and given the last sentence it seems like he didn't even feel the need to be suspicious of what was going on.
“Please accept this Certificate of Completion. Goodbye for now, and thank you for taking this journey with us.”
More of theorizing but it's kind of weird that this whole monologue was recorded and delivered if Michael is supposed to be actually dead. I know it's for the player, but I feel like they could easily spin this and bring Michael back.
Tune in next time where I cover the other endings, possibly rant about how everything in FNaF is awful for everyone, and miscellaneous if there's any!
@uvanuva
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gyu-effect · 1 year
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(tryna do) what lovers do || y.jh (teaser)
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PAIRING || Jeonghan x Female Reader
GENRES || Fake Dating AU, College AU, Humour, Fluff, Friends To Lovers AU, Rich Kids AU
SUMMARY || When you had roped Jeonghan into your idea of being a ‘pretend’ couple, you did not expect the lie to grow this big. What was supposed to be a one day thing soon became a rather frequent occurrence. And the gravity of the situation did not really hit you until your parents were requesting an audience with your new ‘boyfriend’. Will the two of you be able to keep your act till then?
Or, in which, you keep promising yourself that this would be the last day you pretend to have feelings for Yoon Jeonghan.
SERIES MASTERLIST || teen, age
A/N || If you want to be added in the taglist, send me an ask!
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“Oh my god, why am I even here?” You sobbed to yourself, as you frantically turned the pages of the thick textbook, searching desperately for anything that could help you in your project. Despite being in the library for the past four hours, you had managed to write only two pages of your five page essay. You cursed yourself mentally for picking such a difficult topic, in an attempt to be different from others.
“To get your degree and a job that will secure your future?” Seungkwan replied, as though he hadn’t been complaining about his own work a minute ago.
“Thanks. I wasn’t really sure before why I applied for college but now I definitely am.” You muttered, squeezing your eyes shut as you closed your laptop. As the semester was approaching the end, all the project deadlines had clogged up your calendar and you were pathetically struggling to finish everything on time. 
“You did not ask yourself this question when you were at the party yesterday.” He reminded you, causing you to open your eyes and glare at him. 
“I’ve been to a maximum of five parties throughout this entire semester. How much more do you want me to quit? If I don’t let out my stress in some way or the other I’m going to combust.”
“Lies. You hate these parties and your stress busting mechanism is to go shopping with Kim Yeri.”
You raised your hands in defeat, but still sticking your tongue out at your best friend. Just because he was right didn’t mean you couldn’t complain and whine to him. 
“Speaking of parties,” he continued after shutting his laptop and looking at you, “What are you going to do about the one next week?”
You stared at him.
“Next week? What party?”
“Min Seolah’s party? She sent an invitation to you?” 
“Ah,” you said, vaguely remembering something in your inbox which you might have deleted out of anger at your pending work. “I just won’t go. Where’s it taking place? Her apartment?”
Now it was Seungkwan’s turn to stare at you.
“You didn’t go through the invitation did you?” He glared at you when you smiled sheepishly at him. “It’s an elite party. And you are expected to have an escort. In more polite terms, a date.” 
You felt your smile dip as soon as you heard the word ‘elite’. You absolutely hated these formal parties. More than boring, they were painful beyond words and talking with all the powerful delegates who were usually present always exhausted you mentally. 
“Can’t I- can’t we excuse ourselves?”
“Our parents will be there.”
That line hit you like a truck and you finally felt the realisation sink in. “Oh my god. Oh my god, Seungkwan. I-I need to pick a dress! And shoes! And-And an escort! Where the hell am I supposed to get a date?” Even Seungkwan didn’t seem to have an answer for this. You continued your rambling as the panic finally settled in properly. “Oh god. How does one, who had next to zero social interactions outside her friend circle, manage to find a date in less than a week? And how are you so calm about this? Do you want to pretend to be each other’s escorts? Everyone knows there’s nothing between us anyways.”
“Er, about that.” Seungkwan began, awkwardly scratching his neck. “I already have a date.”
For the second time that day, Boo Seungkwan dropped another bomb on you. You closed your mouth that had been hanging open and edged your chair closer to his suspiciously.
“Wait, what? When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me anything?”
“It just happened right before I came into the library!” He began, clearly flustered as he was avoiding your gaze and aimlessly flipping the pages of the book in front of him (it was actually your book, a subject he didn’t even have). “Siyeon just- just randomly asked whether I wanted to go with her because she thought I was cool and I was so taken aback, I said yes without even thinking-”
“Is that all it takes to ask you out? Just tell you that you are cool?” You asked, leaning back and grinning at your furiously blushing best friend. You had seen Seungkwan embarrassed (and had sometimes even been the cause of it), but to see him this shy because of some girl from economics seemed worthy to make fun of. In the back of your mind, you made a mental note to tell this to Chan. 
“Is that what’s bothering you? Shouldn’t you be worried about your lack of date, instead?” 
“Yeah…But I’ve got to finish this assignment before.” You always had your priorities right, and getting a degree was definitely one of them. “And I’m hungry.”
“It’s almost lunch time. Want to grab something from the canteen?” Seungkwan asked, checking his watch. You nodded and both of you packed up your things, walking out into the sunlight after what felt like an eternity. 
No sooner had you stepped out of the threshold, you felt a gush of wind from behind you that nearly knocked you over, but Seungkwan wasn’t that lucky. He stumbled onto the ground as that gush of wind (now identified as Soonyoung) grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. Or rather yanked him up.
“Hey! Do you want to die?” Seungkwan yelled, as you blinked and tried to process what had just happened. Then feeling a smile tug at the corner of your lips at the sight of Soonyoung nervously apologising to Seungkwan, you gently patted the latter’s back.
“Are you okay?” You asked, his neck visibly red at the sudden tugging of his shirt collar. 
“I highly doubt you should be smiling while asking me that?”
“I- okay I’m sorry.” By now you were grinning. “Drink some water, you should be fine. And Soonyoung, why the hell did you try to knock us out?”
“I wasn’t trying to! I just wanted to surprise Seungkwan from behind but I guess I ran a bit too fast.”
“A bit?” Seungkwan was still massaging his neck. “I bet you would have told that excuse to the judges after my head got dislocated from my spine.”
“Anyways, what do you think they are serving us for lunch?” Soonyoung asked, hastily changing the subject.
Before you or Seungkwan could reply, all of a sudden you realised you had left your jacket on the chair in the library. “Uh, guys I’ll catch up with you in the mess? I left my jacket behind.”
“You don’t want us to wait for you?” Seungkwan asked but you shook your head in negative.
“It’s fine. But don’t forget to save me a seat or else I’ll steal all your tiger plushies Soonyoung.”
Soonyoung faked a look of horror, pulling Seungkwan and breaking into a run. This earned an eye roll from Seungkwan as he waved you goodbye. Giggling at their retreating figure you went back inside the library. Thankfully, it was still there and slipping into it you quickly walked out again. 
This time when you walked out, you found yourself staring at the couple underneath the willow tree near the library. It was still full of leaves despite it being almost autumn. It was almost cute to see the couple until you remembered your own position; you had to find a date before the week ended.
The sun glared on you and you instinctively took a step back, immediately colliding with someone. The two of you let out an ‘ah!’ as you stumbled back more before you felt the person’s hands on your shoulder, stabilising you.
“I’m so sorry!” You gushed, turning back to look at the person. You found yourself looking up at Yoon Jeonghan’s equally surprised face as he helped you up. “Jeonghan, shit, I’m so sorry. I should have looked.”
“It’s fine. I’m fine. Are you okay? Don’t walk backwards like that, you might get hurt. Unless, you have Mad-Eye Moody's eyes.” He joked casually and you smiled sheepishly at him. 
Jeonghan was a good friend of yours; he was in your close friends circle and you thoroughly enjoyed his presence (as long as you weren’t the one getting pranked). He also happened to be smart and handsome, a plus point which made him a campus heartthrob. As you took in his appearance, you noticed he had grown out his hair a bit. A gentle wind blew against the two of you and his hair ruffled slightly, sunlight catching his face as he grinned at you.
And then, it struck you.
“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, as you stared at him, your mouth slightly open. “Don’t tell me there’s sauce on my face and Joshua didn’t tell me about it.”
That snapped you back to the present and you shook your head. “Er, no. Um, Jeonghan?” 
“Yeah?”
You knew for sure he had been invited to the same upscale party as you, but you had to make sure before asking him.
“You don’t have a significant other, do you? Or maybe a crush?”
Now it was time for him to stare at you.
“Uh…no? Where is this coming from?”
“Then, do you want to date me?”
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© 𝐆𝐘𝐔-𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑  
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starlitmark · 7 months
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Summary: You were so close, but some things aren’t meant to be. Pairing: bunny!Jaemin x fem human!reader Tropes: established relationship au, hybrid au Genre: angst, a little fluff Rating:  PG 13 Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of surgery, severe cramping, blood, language miscarriages, lots of crying Word Count: 3,398 Note: Everyone can blame @raibebe for this
Neo Hybridverse Masterlist || Cashmere Lop!Jaemin Masterlist
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Jaemin has expressed for years now that he wants multiple kids. You tried so hard for so long to have Miyoung, and she’s more than you could ever ask for. She’s ten months old now and lights up your entire world daily. Her oversized tan floppy ears continuously fall in her face wherever she crawls off to. You giggle slightly each time you hear her make a little annoyed noise. Jaemin is at work right now, so it’s just you and Miyoung at home until late this evening. 
In reality, it’s you, Miyoung, and the tiny unborn baby you just learned about. Most people would be scared or nervous about having two kids so close in age. After all, by the time this baby is born, Miyoung will only be a year and a half old. You aren’t worried about it at all. If you’re being completely honest, you’re rather excited. Jaemin told you not too long ago that he wanted another one already. You can’t blame him, even with your daughter so young. You wanted another one already, too. Once you saw those two little pink lines on three different tests, it was evident that you and your husband got your wish. This time, instead of telling him about your pregnancy, you just left the tests out and decided to let his nose do the work. As if on cue, the front door of your home pops open and shut again. Your eyebrows furrow, knowing Jaemin shouldn’t be home long after you put Miyoung to bed. Though, you only put your daughter to bed half an hour ago. You hear your husband sigh, followed by footsteps approaching you.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, voice laced with exhaustion.
“Hey,” you start, turning around to wrap your arms around him, “I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until eleven.”
“Supervisor cut my shift short.”
His voice sounds exhausted but not as usual after a long day at work. It borders on sounding depressed rather than tired. You search his face for any hints as to why he’s feeling the way he is. Nothing seems to give it away, though.
“Did something happen?” you ask gently.
Jaemin worries on his lower lip, “I lost a patient in surgery today.” he admits, “The little premature puppy baby. I was trying so hard to get him to a state where he could go home with his parents and-”
“Jaemin,” you speak in a sympathetic tone, “You did everything you could. We both know that.”
“There must have been something else I could’ve done for him. He was only a week old.”
You take your husband’s face in your hands, holding his ears out of his face. Your thumb gently wipes away a stray tear he was trying to keep in. He silently cries for a moment, and you don’t say anything. You stand there and wipe away tears as they fall. He’s always cared so deeply for his patients. It tears him apart when he loses one, especially while trying to save them. Once his tears stop, he sighs and starts to talk again.
“I just hate that his parents go home without him in their arms. It’s not-” he lets out a shaky breath, “Knowing what it’s like to lose a child, I hate that I know how much pain they’re experiencing right now.”
“I know.” you sigh, “I know. After we lost-”
You can’t bring yourself to finish your sentence. Though you never met your first baby, you know the pain of losing a child. Before you got pregnant with Miyoung, you were supposed to have another one. Jaemin was over the moon excited to have a baby finally. You’d been trying for months on end to get pregnant, so when you finally did, there was no bringing him down from his high. At around the eleven-week mark, though, something felt wrong. You were cramping like you had never known cramps before. Jaemin rushed you to your obstetrician only to discover that your child no longer has a heartbeat. After that, there was the spotting and eventually a rather heavy period that you knew was your body, removing the small life from your body. You had never known a low like that. Jaemin wasn’t doing much better than you were, either. He supported you through it all as best as he could.
You let out a shaky breath and pull away from your husband slightly.
“I’ll let you be alone for a few moments. I’m going to check on Mi and get ready for bed.” you inform him.
“I’ll be there in a few moments, my love.” he responds, voice still a bit shaky. 
You walk down the hall and peer into Miyoung’s room, only to see her peacefully sleeping. She’s fast asleep on her belly, one ear over her shoulder while the other is splayed out alongside one of her arms outstretched above her head. Seeing her so peaceful comforts you in knowing you’ll at least have her. You know it’s not the time to tell Jaemin about your pregnancy, though, not with his current mental state. You sneak into your en suite bathroom and start to pick up the positive pregnancy tests.
“I thought I smelled something different.” You hear your husband’s voice.
“Jaemin I-”
He walks up to you and takes the tests from you, “You’re actually-”
“I am.” You nod, “I just found out this morning.”
A bright smile bursts across his face. Brighter than you’ve seen in a while. It’s the same smile he had when you told him about Miyoung. 
“You have another little life growing in you.” he muses, placing a hand against your belly.
“I do,” you smile, tears starting to form in your eyes, “We’ll have another little one come November.”
For a few weeks, Jaemin tries to convince you to tell Miyoung already. Each time, you tell him it’s not the best idea purely because if you try to explain that to your ten-month-old, you’ll be opening a can of worms. Additionally, your daughter is brilliant and would likely pick up her father’s habit of touching your belly every chance she could reach it. Of course, that would spark multiple questions when she does it in front of someone who doesn’t know about it. The only people who you’ve told about it are Jeno and his girlfriend. They’ll be the ones to have Miyoung when it comes time for you to give birth, and you all know Jeno’s nose will quickly pick up on Jaemin’s scent embedded in you the moment he sees you. 
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You’ve just about hit the three-month mark of your pregnancy without a hitch. You get to go find out the gender of the baby later in the week, which Jaemin is over the moon about. He wants another little girl so desperately that you think he may manifest it into existence. Jeno said his bet is on a boy just because Jaemin wants them to be a girl so badly. As always, Haneul is currently zooming through the home while Miyoung tries to keep up with himhaving just learned to walk. You can already tell the two of them will be thick as thieves when they’re older. Aerum is fast asleep in her room. Both Jeno and his girlfriend take it as an advantage for now. Though, the moment the seven-month-old wakes, she’ll start howling. Haneul, being two, assumes that means he can howl too. Jeno has mentioned on many occasions that he’s thankful they don’t live in an apartment anymore for that reason. 
You’re peacefully sitting on the couch, Jaemin’s arm resting along the back of it behind your head. Jeno and his girlfriend sit on the couch catty cornered to you. It seems as though you have their undivided attention, but you know they’re also keeping an ear out for their son who’s a walking safety hazard and their infant daughter who as of recently hasn’t been sleeping well. You have a hand resting on your belly despite there not being a visible bump yet. Something about the contact makes you feel heat burst through your chest knowing you have another little on the way. 
Suddenly, you feel a sharp stab of pain through your back. It feels as though someone stuck a knife in you and dragged it around from your spine to just below your belly button. It makes you scrunch yourself into a ball and immediately Jaemin has one of his strong arms wrapped around you. It’s almost as if the four hybrids can smell the disturbance in the air. Haneul comes running into the room and tries to get your attention with small whimpering sounds. You can hear your daughter’s uneven footsteps against the floor as she approaches accompanied by small honks of frustration that she can’t get there quicker. Jeno quickly and carefully whisks Miyoung and his son into his arms. 
“You go get checked out. We got Miyoung taken care of.” he informs you.
With that he takes the two little ones down the hall, you assume into his game room to distract them with his farming game. Jaemin move to kneel in front of you to try to get a read of your face. You’re very much hidden behind your hair and hands though. Jeno’s girlfriend is already grabbing Jaemin’s car keys to get everything ready by the time your husband manages to get you to the car. 
“Honey,” Jaemin asks quietly, “Can you tell me what’s happening?” “It hurts.” you gasp out, “It hurts to fucking bad.”
You know Jaemin is starting to panic. He know he won’t be able to get you to walk down the stairs and out to the car, though. He picks you up and carries you. You need to see a doctor, one that isn’t him. One that can check on you and the baby. The entire drive to the hospital is a blur. All you can think about is the excruciating pain you feel in your stomach. Jaemin keeps one of his hands firmly holding yours even as you walk into the emergency room. It’s too perfect that the moment you step into the building you see Yuta’s wife walking toward the exit. She can smell something wrong too, she walks over and helps Jaemin support you despite her small stature. With her free hand she pulls out her paging device to get the first obstetrician that she could. 
You don’t know how long you would’ve sat in the waiting room if it wasn’t for her. Luckily she’s here though. 
You find yourself admitted to a room within the hour. Jaemin is doing his best to hide his anxious state but you can read your husband like a book. He’s terrified. You’re not doing so amazing either. They gave you some medication for the pain but still you’re not comfortable physically or emotionally. All you can do is wait for this doctor to be ready for you.
“Jaemin,” you whisper.
Your husband looks over at you. One hand still tightly locked with yours while the other hand is playing with his ear anxiously. His nose is twitching too. The only time his nose ever twitches is when he’s absolutely terrified. Last time it happened was when you were going into active labor with Miyoung.
“I’m going to use the bathroom real quick.” you inform him, “I need my hand back for a little bit.”
“Do you need help getting there or any-” he immediately starts worrying.
“I’ll be okay.” you give him a pained smile.
You should’ve let him help you. The moment you begin to pull your clothing down you see the red spots in your underwear. Your heart drops. Still, you try to contain yourself and just begin redressing. Your initial plan to let your body do what it needs before the doctor come goes out the window instantly. You slip out of the bathroom and lean back against the door facing toward your hospital bed. Jaemin looks at you with a concerned but expecting face. Yours is blank though. Spotting is never a good sign when you’re pregnant, especially after getting copious amounts of pain through your back and stomach.
“Doctor. Now.” you say flatly, looking at the floor in front of you.
“Baby, is everything-”
“Get a fucking doctor in here now, Jaemin. Is that so hard to do?” you snap.
Jaemin flinches and practically runs out to the lobby area to get someone in here who could do something. Now alone in the room you break down sobbing loudly. You couldn’t care less about who hears you right now. You know your baby isn’t alive. You should’ve known the moment you got those cramps that something’s severely wrong. That’s how your husband finds you. Curled up against the wall, sobbing into your hands.
“The obstetrician is coming.” he says softly.
He pulls you to stand up and walks with you over to the bed to sit down properly. Jaemin wraps his arms around you as you cry. You’re wetting his ear with your tears but neither of you care about that right now.
“Sweetheart, I-” he sighs, “I told them to have some mifepristone and misoprostol ready too, j- just in case.”
His voice is pained. You know those medication names all too well. If your pregnancy isn’t viable, it helps your body remove the fetus without surgery. Hearing him say those words only makes you sob harder. You know your baby isn’t with you anymore, and he does too. It’s a pain you don’t wish on anyone.
After several minutes of sobbing in your husband’s arms you slow to a sniffle. The obstetrician walks in a moment later and ushers you both toward where the ultrasound machinery is housed. You’re numb now. You can’t feel a thing emotionally. As a psychiatrist you know you’re disassociating, but maybe for right now that isn’t the worst thing.
Jaemin still holds your hand tightly, eyes brimmed with tears. You go through the motions as you move your shirt and the doctor places the cool gel against your belly. It takes mear moments for her to find the baby and confirm your worst fear. You knew it was coming, still, it’s another stab through your heart. Jaemin bursts into tears beside you, his hand letting go of yours for the first time since he returned from getting a doctor. His ears fall in his face as he looks down at his shoes.
“I’m so sorry for your loss.” she says, voice laced with pity, “Would you like to know what they would’ve been had you gone to term?”
You nod silently.
“Dad?” she asks carefully.
“Yeah,” he says through sniffles, “If you could.”
“A little girl. Seems as though she would’ve been human too. There was no early development of rabbit tail or ears.”
Jaemin lets out a pained noise. You feel all your emotions rush back through you and tears stream down your face as the doctor wipes the gel from your belly. As you leave the hospital with the medication in Jaemin’s hands you feel as though you enter some sort of dissociative state again. You don’t remember getting in the car or Jaemin calling your Samoyed hybrid friend asking if they could keep Miyoung for the night. All you know is that you stay in the car and suddenly Jaemin comes back with a bag full of things Miyoung will need. 
When you arrive back at the Lee household your one-year-old is anxious to see you. Jeno’s girlfriend tries to contain the two toddlers but Miyoung is practically climbing your leg when you enter her field of vision. Her long tan ears bouncing with each motion she makes. Neither of the other two adults need to ask what ended up happening. It’s evident that you and your husband have been crying. Jaemin had explained to you after your first miscarriage that he could smell when your pregnancy was no longer progressing. So when you see Jeno’s ears droop slightly, you know he knows what happened. 
“Baby?” Miyoung asks when you pick her up.
“No, sweetie, no more baby.”
The sentence pains you to say but you don’t want to lie to her either. She doesn’t need to know what happened, she’s fine just knowing that mommy doesn’t have the baby anymore.
“You’re going to have a sleepover with Haneul and Aerum, okay? You get to have lots of fun while Mommy and Daddy do boring adult things.” you explain to her.
That’s all she had to hear. She squirms in your arms to get down. Jaemin leans over and kisses her cheek before you do the same and put her down. She and Haneul zoom off again, likely to cause trouble somewhere. Jaemin passes the overnight bag to Jeno, who quietly takes it.
“I’m sorry, guys. I don’t know what it’s like but-” Jeno starts.
“You’re right. You don’t.” you say curtly, “Jaemin can we leave now?”
You don’t even let your husband respond. You walk out of the home and back to the car. Jaemin lingers a moment and gives your friends an apologetic look before bidding them goodbye.
The drive home is silent. You keep your hands folded in your lap the entire time as you look out the window. You’re avoiding looking at Jaemin for now. If you look at him it’ll be the last pebble that will break the dam. The moment you pull up to your house you get out of the car and walk toward the front door, still not looking at your beloved bunny hybrid husband. Just as you reach the door though you feel Jaemin’s arms wind around you from behind.
“I know it’s hard, but don’t ignore me. Share the burden with me. It’s the least I can do as your husband and father of our children.” he says against your hair.
Again you start crying, “Child. We have one child.”
“We have three.” he states firmly, “Only one is with us physically but we have three children.”
“Why does it have to be so hard for us to-” you interrupt yourself with more tears.
You turn around in his hold and cry against his shoulder in the cool late spring night air. If anyone driving by sees you they pay you no mind and likely assume you’re a young couple sharing a romantic moment. They couldn’t be more wrong.
“And with how my pregnancy records seem to track it’ll only get harder as we get older. Jaem, we’re only 26 but I’m worried that it’ll become nearly impossible by the time were 30.”
“I know. I know.” he soothes, rubbing your back gently,  “If it ends up being that we only have Miyoung with us then we’ll love her as much as we can.” he offers, “Maybe so much that she’ll want to go away for university because she’s tired of us.” he jokes slightly. “Now, you clearly need some food in your stomach and a drink of water. Let’s get inside and into more comfy close. Cuddles all night, doctor’s orders.”
Jaemin keeps his word, the moment you’re fed, hydrated, and in more comfortable clothing you’re snuggled up in your shared bed. Your head is pillowed against Jaemin’s chest and you play with his fingers absentmindedly. Your mind seems to run a mile a minute while also being completely blank.
“I love you.” you whisper so quietly it’s practically a breath.
“I love you too. Thank you for being my wife and the mother to our babies. I’m so proud of you and you’re so damn strong. Never forget that, okay?” 
You nod, “Okay, I won’t.”
“I mean it,” he continues, “I don’t know how I lucked out this much but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
“Even if-”
“Nothing. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” he stops you before you could finish your thought, “I love you so much. We’ve had far too long of a day and I fully plan on cuddling you the entire night.”
“I love you too. Good night, bunnyboy.”
“Good night, my love.”
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the-likesofus · 11 months
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the forest for the trees
6x15 Coda | Buck POV | 1k words | Confessions, Getting Together
"I see you." Is the first thing that Eddie says when Buck opens the door to his apartment to find his best friend standing in the hallway at eleven o'clock in the evening looking all kinds of distraught.
"I–, what?"
"I see you, Buck."
"Well, yes. You're standing right in front of me." Buck says, stepping back to let Eddie in the door. "Why are you here? Where's Chris?"
"At Pepa's for the night." Eddie shakes his head like he doesn't understand why Buck is asking, like it's irrelevant, and he leans against the kitchen bench. "But that's not–. Buck." 
The way Buck's name crosses his lips is almost like a wine, a plea. Eddie's shoulders are a tense line while he rings his fingers together and chews his lip. Buck's skin prickles with apprehension.
"Do you want a beer?" Buck asks slowly.
"No. No, no thank you. I just–." Eddie stumbles through his words like they're too big for his mouth. "No, I just need you to listen for a minute."
He takes a deep breath and shifts his feet like he's settling himself.
"I see you, Buck! You are kind, and you are thoughtful. You–, you hate mustard and love cooking shows and you screw your nose up every time you see one of those little scraggly dogs but you'll stop to pat it anyway.
"You are always doing things for everyone else. You are supportive and genuine and you love my son, Buck. And he loves you too and I will never be able to thank you for everything you have done for him, for both of us, and I will never be able to make it up to you. But Buck, I see you, every part of you. Even the parts you don't like and even more so the parts that you can't see."
Eddie is red in the face when he slams his jaw shut and stares off absently at Buck's sink, his eyes wide and glassy. 
Buck steps closer to him, slowly, like approaching a spooked horse. 
"Eddie, I–." Buck doesn't really know what to say, what can he say to follow a speech like that while his mind is still reeling and his heart is pounding in his chest? This feels like something big, something important. "I appreciate that, but what brought this on? Are you okay?"
Buck has to stop himself from reaching out a hand to test Eddie's temperature because the man looks three seconds away from passing out. 
"You said, yesterday, at the cemetery, that you thought that you felt like Natalia saw you. But how could she, Buck, how could she when she doesn't know you?" Eddie chews the inside of his cheek as his eyes flit between Buck's eyes and his chin, never resting anywhere for long. "Maybe the lightning strike did change you, I can see that change but you are still you. Still all of those things I just said just–. You're alive, Buck, and I think you feel that way now too and you don't have to pretend to be the 'same old Buck' for anyone because you are him. You are my best friend, and my partner, hell, even my co-parent in all the ways that matter."
"Eddie–?"
"No. No, if I don't say this now I don't think I'll be able to, so listen. You–, just listen." Eddie points a finger at Buck and then finally locks eyes with him. Buck feels as though Eddie's dark gaze is boring straight into his soul. "I see you. I see you but more than that I know you. I love you. I am so glad you are alive and I never want to know another minute without you in it."
Buck feels it, he feels seen. But he's always felt seen by Eddie. Eddie always understands exactly what Buck is trying to say even when he doesn't have the words, and knows exactly what he always needs to hear. Buck has never felt dismissed or overlooked by Eddie and by God it's been in front of him all along and he realizes now that his vision was so clouded by searching for the things he thought he needed that he didn't realize he already had everything he's ever wanted. 
"Eddie, I–." Buck kind of wants to cry but if he starts now he's not sure he'll stop. Every ounce of pent-up frustration and confusion and hope and terror that has been fighting within him since he woke up in the hospital is pressing at his seams and he suddenly feels too small to contain any of it.
"Do you understand me?" Eddie continues and Buck suddenly realizes that he's right in front of him, toe to toe with Eddie's hand hovering by Buck's waist like he wants to touch but is afraid Buck might break, so Buck steps into him and wraps his arms around Eddie's shoulders, both hands instantly cupping around the back of Eddie's head as he draws him in. 
"Yes," he whispers in Eddie's ear as the other man meets him seamlessly and gathers Buck up, holding him back just as tightly. "Yes, I do, I promise."
"Good." 
Eddie leans back after a few long, deep breaths and cups Buck's checks in his hands. "You okay?"
"I feel like I should be asking you that. You're the one that barged in here rambling like a madman. Are you okay?"
"Never been better." Eddie grins. "I'm going to kiss you now."
"You are?"
"I am." Eddie says firmly and Buck's stomach does a summersault. "Are you ready?"
Buck chuckles at the absurdity but also at how genuine the question is and how strongly the sense of right washes over him.
"I am now." He says and then Eddie does. Their lips meet in the middle in a careful press, each of them unsure, out of practice, and overwhelmed. But then Eddie smiles against Buck's lips and they're pressing together again, this time firmer, more sure of themselves and each other, and then all Buck can feel is Eddie, Eddie Eddie. 
His hands on his cheeks, Buck's on his shoulders, their chests pressed together and their arms squished between them. 
They pull away for a breath before Eddie dips back in to leave one last searing kiss against his lips and then they're breathing heavily into the tiny slither of space between them as they both grin manically. 
"I see you." Eddie whispers and it sounds like I love you, so Buck kisses him again. 
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dearest-painter · 10 months
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I’ll die before I let you get harm! PT.2
Summary: Y/N has deeply missed their friends oh so much but their all busy with their own lives so they cannot say much. Soon Y/N meets Miles again but he seems terrified and scared which breaks their heart, they make sure that miles is safe from everyone…even if those people are obsessed with them.
TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Spider-Noir,Reader is hinted to be in a relationship with Miguel(bc im simping for him) but it’s never really said out loud,Reader talks to themselves,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader knows about colors now,Reader doesn’t really like the spider society,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more
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Currently you stole a watch for Miles’s as you two hid out in your universe. You lend him some clothes but they ended up being to big but he didn’t mind, as long as he was safe. “I’m so sorry this is happening to you kiddo…you don’t deserve it, your a good person and your one hell of a spider-man. The fact Miguel, a grown ass man, is coming after you a teenager who didn’t ask to be Spider-Man is fucking insane” you sighed as you ran a hand down your face, you knew Miguel can be extreme but not to this point..you’ve never seen it get this bad.
“Hey it’s not your fault Y/N, no need to apologize. It’s Miguel’s fault, he’s the one fucking scarring me” You chuckle a bit, Miles smiled hearing you chuckled. He loved hearing you chuckle as it made him very happy to know your happy as you were another parental figure to him. “Miles I want you to stay on guard at all time, we’re going back to HQ because there’s a machine to send you home” Miles nodded his head as you two went to HQ. You both were very stealthy as you walked.
“Y/N What are you doing with the anomaly!?” You turned around while putting Miles behind you, Miguel will have to fucking kill You to get Miles. “First of all, this ‘anomaly’ is Miles morales aka the toughest Spider-Man I know, two I’m sending him home. I’m not letting you harm him Miguel, his universe needs him” “HE WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE SPIDER-MAN! HE’S A MISTAKE!” “SO AM I! I WASNT SUPPOSED TO HE SPIDER-MAN/WOMEN! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND BUT YOUR NOT CALLING ME A MISTAKE! SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Miles has never seen you this pissed off.
Miguel knew that you were right, originally you were never supposed to be the vigilante but yet you became it…he wishes you weren’t right or protecting Miles. “So why is it you hate him Miguel? Why?” You held Miles as you tried calming down. Miles was nervous as Miguel’s anger and rage was very visible but his fangs added more terror to him. “Y/N…your not involved so move befor-“ “No. I’m not moving, Miles is MY responsibility while he’s here and I’m responsible of making sure he stays alive. He’s going to save his dad”
All of a sudden a hammer hit Miguel’s head and you two ran, Miles was holding in a chuckle but you were laughing as Porker joined you two. “Nice hit!” “Aye you know me! Can’t let my friends be hurt, now let’s get you home Miles!” “Just like old times?” You and Porker nodded as you both remember when Miles got you all home safely…now it’s time to repay the favor. “Just like old times…NOW RUN FASTER! FUCKERS ON ALL FOURS!” “SHIT THATS TERRIFYING!” You took out a something that wasn’t of any use to you and threw it at Miguel which hit square in his face making you three chuckle.
Who knew running away from danger could be this much fun! It felt so amazing! You felt alive! You felt everything before leaving Miles! You felt at home! You were home or with people you can call home now!
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sunnynwanda · 11 months
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Friends & Enemies
The rain hits hard against their burning skin as Hero rushes down the street. Their clothes are wet, their eyes - even more so, but the rain has nothing to do with the latter. Today was a record day, and they… they were the champion.
How many people can disappoint a person in one day?
The stakes weren't particularly high, given that Hero had two and a half friends in total. The half being their new sidekick, who turned out to be a double agent that had infiltrated with the sole purpose of revealing Hero's identity and making them an easy target for the criminal minds of the city. Turns out, their parents were criminals that Hero had arrested.
They sigh loudly. I didn't even kill them, so what's the drama about?
But that was only the half of the harsh truth. The other two 'friends' of theirs, as Hero found out just now, had their allegiance changed by the mayor. Money can buy anything in this city, the man had claimed with the most disgusting of smiles. Even you can see it.
Hero could. Yet they refused to become a pawn in the game led by the highest officials. What devastated them most was the realisation that all of their hard work had been in vain, always drifted in the wrong direction. They felt like a clown that tried their best to do good but ended up as laughing stock for those using them.
They managed to escape with a gunshot that grazed their skin and a deeper wound to their self-esteem - the second one, despite not being physical hurt significantly more. Everything in their life had been a ruse, leaving them a puppet that never knew of their strings. Not one person had been honest with them, yet they were constantly blamed for not trusting anyone with their identity. Turns out that was the right call after all.
They cross the yard and sneak into their apartment building and up the stairs, careful not to attract attention. Their roommate has a night shift today, so they don't bother shutting the door to their room as they stroll into the bathroom.
Damp clothes discarded on the floor, they return to their bedroom, plopping face down on the bed with a satisfied groan when a familiar voice drags them out of their sleepy thoughts. "Anything wrong?"
Hero could as well fly in front of their roommate - that's how high they jump up. "Why are you home?"
Their voice is panicked despite knowing full well they sneaked in unnoticed.
"Why, I can't be at my own apartment now?" Amusement seeps through their roommate's voice.
"That's not what I meant." Hero props themselves up on their arms to see their interlocutor. "Aren't you working today?"
Hero begs them not to question their reasons for knowing a roommate's schedule so well. They don't. "There was a power shortage in the city, so we closed. Have you seen that shower outside?"
Hero almost growls. Even their bones are cold, muscles stiff as if the damp clothes are still touching their skin. They get up, moving to sit on the couch. Their roommate follows behind, a concerned look touching their eyebrows. "What's up?"
"Nothing." Hero hates the way their voice sounds so whiny. They don't want to talk about this. "I'm tired and cold after walking under that rain."
Their roommate nods, searching for a blanket before returning to their place. "Listen. I might be dense in many aspects, but this ain't one." They claim, watching Hero intently. "What happened to leave you all moody?"
"I'm not moody!" The side eye says everything their roommate doesn't utter. So Hero repeats. "Am. Not." They sigh, letting their head drop back. "I'm disappointed."
"In?" Their roommate is restless, which would be irritating if only they weren't so endearing.
"In everything. And everyone." The room is quiet for a moment. Their breathing and the rattle of the raindrops are the only sounds. "But most of all - in myself."
"Hey, I'm not sure what it is, but don't be too harsh on yourself." Their roommate starts. Hero can barely hear them through the sleep haze. "You're so overworked a mistake was bound to happen."
Hero smiles at the softness in their voice. Maybe the count of their friends wasn't correct after all. Maybe, it should have been three and a half. Except they never talked with their roommate unless it was necessary.
"Is it that bad?" They ask, shifting on the couch to face them while talking.
"To the point that I'm doubting if I'm on the right side." Hero blurts out without thinking.
"Of… what?" They freeze. Both of them. Hero can feel a chill run down their spine. Shit.
"Forget it." Is all they can muster, knowing full well it's not going to satisfy their interrogator.
"Wait, no." The shakiness in their voice should be alarming, Hero thinks. Yet they cannot bring themselves to care. "You can't say something like that and then request me to forget it. What are you talking about?" Hero shakes their head, moving to get up when their roommate places a hand on their forearm. "I have a feeling this isn't about selling ice cream anymore."
Hero knows this is a bad idea. They know they are going to regret it. But the loneliness consumes their entire being, and honestly… can it get any worse at this point? They don't know. What they do know is they want to pour their heart out to the most random person in their life. Well, at least they are still in their life, unlike their so-called friends.
Ah, fuck it. "I'm Hero." They say matter-of-factly. They can sense the breathing pattern of their interlocutor accelerating. "And today, I discovered that everyone I trusted is a traitor."
Their roommate is gaping. Appropriate reaction. They keep chattering to ease the tension.
"I know it's shocking, and I shouldn't have unloaded this on you. I'm sorry." They shake their head, already remorseful. Too big of a secret to share with a neighbour. "Forget I said anything. Let's think I was drunk."
"No, no, no, no. You cannot backtrack from this. Not after this kind of a revelation." They sound panicked as if Hero's identity matters more than it presumably should. They pause, looking blindly into the darkness of the room. "You're Hero? You're Hero! God damn it, my roommate is…"
"And this is exactly why I never told anyone before." Hero interrupts their monologue of thoughts with their own. "Shoulda kept doing that."
"To be honest," their roommate starts, focusing on the conversation. Their mind is reeling, but Hero has no need of knowing that. "You are on the wrong side."
"Huh?" Hero turns, looking at the flushed face of their newfound friend. "Are you a Villain apologist or something?"
"Suppose I am." They admit with a barely concealed smirk. "Can you blame me for it?"
Hero stops. Entirely. Their brain collapses for a long moment before they can restart it.
"Are you alright?" Worry laces their roommate's voice when they touch Hero's arm again.
"Yeah." Hero squeezes out, licking their lips to collect their thoughts. "Apart from realising I was looking for the enemy in the wrong place this whole time." They shake their head, rubbing their eyes with the palms of their hands. "They're not the evil one, are they? Villain."
"Well, no? I like to call them a villain with a cause." The claim makes Hero chuckle.
"That's quite fitting." They accept, wondering what their nickname would be. A loser with no brain? Their roommate offers them a crooked smile before getting up. Dazed, Hero doesn't realize they are thinking out loud when they say. "The whole leather aesthetic makes more sense now."
"Hey, what's wrong with my aesthetic?" The words roll off their lips before they can stop them. They bite their tongue, but it's too late.
"What did you just say?" Hero is staring at them with the widest eyes they have ever seen on a human.
They know they fucked up. Doesn't mean they cannot try to salvage the situation. In the dumbest way possible. "N-nothing."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Ooh, you can't backtrack from this one." The excitement of the revelation tingles their fingertips. And then it dawns on Hero. "Damn. You're my hot archnemesis? You?! Out of everyone?!"
"Excuse me, I'm your what?" Villain's voice reaches an uncomfortably high pitch on the last word, scratching the back of their throat. Hero beams at how flustered Villain is by their unintended confession.
"I do think I was on the wrong side." They admit, standing up to face their nemesis without any masks in the way. "Not anymore."
"I'm still not over the fact you called me hot, but…" Villain starts. They laugh when Hero rolls their eyes at that. "Want some hot chocolate?"
"By all means, yes!" Hero sits by the bar of their shared kitchen, watching their foe-turned-friend fuss around, making hot chocolate with adorable smiley marshmallows. They still feel like an idiot for being blind all along. But, the disappointment eating at them dissipates with every little gulp.
Sometimes what the city needs is not a noble hero to save the day. Sometimes it's a villain with a cause, ready to dirty their hands to fix the problem at the root. Once and for all. And Hero? Hero has chosen their side.
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bruciemilf · 2 years
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TRANS BRUCE BRAINROT! TRANS. BRUCE. BRAINROT.
I have no idea where to start, but I'm just. I'm FERAL about Bruce coming out when he needs to; Batman is about taking care of people. He's a symbol of safety. A sanctuary for everyone, - that's what he was forged into.
Shadows birthed him, but love made him. People love him. He doesn't know why. He doesn't know how. But they do. I want him to do what he ALWAYS does, - stand up for others.
In this case? A shaken teenager, trembling with angry tears, cheeks red, not from blushing, but from a hand print three times bigger than her face contouring her features.
This is why he hates coming to the station. If it wasn't to help Jim, and have Jim help him in return, he wouldn't bother. " What happened to her?"
" JEREMY here thought it'd be a great night to rob a pharmacy,-"
" That's NOT my name and I PAID for that t! Just cause my parents don't want me to have it doesn't give you pigs the RIGHT-"
This officer moves to smack her face, possibly a second time, or third, or more, but Bruce grips his wrist and silently vows to break it with his eyes alone.
" Give us some space. Or I'll make some."
Martinez casually leaves a cup of steaming mint tea as he drags that officer off, throwing a thumbs up in Bruce's way as he does so. It's a goofy move, but it makes Jessica laugh. Bruce appreciates it.
" Thank you. For making sure I was safe. I wasn't sure you'd care about... People like me."
Bruce's lungs feel like ice and dust in his chest; He hates that she has to go through this. Hates that the city's guardians dragged her dignity and identity through the mud like it was nothing. Like SHE was nothing. Like people like them are nothing.
And that just can't do;
He forces his tongue to lossen, melts the screws keeping his jaw shut, " I'll always care about people like us. We stick together."
Gotham gasped, shaken. Jim sighs. " Oh, boy."
He doesn't want to be decorative; His mother wasn't, nor his father. They fought for him until they couldn't. Even when media smeared them for their " abnormal" offspring, they painted streets red with their love.
AND - when he adopts Dick, he's questioned. He has a feeling there's always going to be a fictitious second motive to everything he'll do now that he's out.
And his little baby is made of sunshine and magic and stars; But his teeth are sharp and his temper has jagged edges. Especially when he's threatened . " It's not your job to defend me, Dick."
"...He shouldn't have called you that word," Dick breaths, slow but stone firm and unmovable like a mountaint, even with vinegary water drying on his chubby cheeks. Fighting at school always left him open like a wound. " I DON'T feel bad about it. You can't make me. Alfred doesn't."
Bruce hums, " I suspect Alfred thought you what " talk shit, get hit" means."
" You suspect correctly, sir. "
He laughs. It's all Bruce Wayne can do.
But also? It'd be amazing if Gotham villains respected him more than any officials or legal work partners. Just imagine Bruce punching a thug in the face and he goes, " AH- YOU BITCH-"
Then the other thug, offended, " Woah woah woah, that's SON of a bitch?"
" Shit. My bad, Batman."
Bruce nods. " Thank you for your effort, " then he clocks him again
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mblack-93 · 29 days
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AFTG fic idea
Hi! I have some fic ideas for All of the Game fanfics, and want some opinions!
Pretty please? I have put some snippets of the stories with the ideas!
You can vote at the bottom for which fic I should write!
The options are;
First: Neil is not the only freshman to start at the Foxes that year, but Mike/Michaela (an androgynous person) is the other (Dealer or Striker?) They have known Andrew for years and are because of that 'adopted' into the Monsters. What nobody knows is that they are the daughter of Lola. They hate their mother and become very protective over Neil. *maybe pairing with Kevin, or with Neil/Andrew*
Snippet from this story;
''So it's true? You're a whore?'' The bitch sneers.
Michaela laughs and gives them a frightening grin. ''I never did say what my services are, did I? It's just funny that everyone always assumes it has something to do with sex.'' She purrs.
Neil has stiffened next to him, and she can't blame him. Now she knows who he is, her 'killer' smile probably makes him nervous. She knows she looks like her mother that way.
And after all, her mother is none other than his father's right hand.
Second: Neil gets badly hurt during an attack by his father, and his mother needs to leave him for a couple of weeks to get them off their trail. Neil passes out in a warehouse and gets picked up by the police and put into foster care because our boy will never say anything about his parents. There he meets Andrew at the Spear house. (you can probably imagine the horror they go through) before his mother finds him again and kidnaps him, but not before torching the house. Neil thinks Andrew is dead and is grieving, while Andrew survives the fire barely (he has some bad scars.) Andrew gets adopted by the Minyards and follows canon until Neil comes back into play in Arizona. *Andriel*
Snippet from this story;
Andrew is frozen, he had not expected to ever see Abram again. He truly thought the kid died. His only friend. He thought-
''DREW!'' Abram cries out and throws himself in Andrews's arms, and even after all these years, Andrew recognizes Abram as if he's his own touch and doesn't flinch away. No, he pulls him tighter against him, hugging him like they have never been separated. He is the only person who can touch him without warning. The only one he even wants to touch and someone who never has made his skin crawl.
''I thought you died,'' He hears Abram whisper against his ear; Andrew feels more than hears the hitched, pained breath that leaves Abram.
''I can say the same, idiot,'' He tells Abram gruffly, making the other boy snort. Christ, he's taller than Andrew now. The asshole, how dare he?
Third: Neil never ran with his mother and has grown up with Kevin in the Nest. When Kevin's hand is broken, Neil gets him out and brings him to the Foxes, he also gets Jean out, but has to pay the price himself. Then after months of silence and Kevin being sure his friend is dead, he turns up at the Foxhole Court. He has made another deal with Ichirou. If he can disgrace Riko, and kill him afterwards, he has earned Kevin's and Jean's continued freedom. He never made a deal for himself. *A Neil/Andrew/Kevin pairing*
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''You are still going to play, Kevin Day-'' A chuckle escaped the red-haired boy before him. ''-You will not let him win, and you will not give up. You will play Exy-'' ''But-'' A hard tug shut him up before he could say more. ''You are going to play Exy and show the world that those numbers mean nothing.'' He gestured to Kevin's cheek before pointing to his own. Nathaniel's had just been tattooed yesterday, before the match that ruined everything. 
Kevin sucked in a breath and whimpered when Nathaniel started wrapping his hand up in bandages. He then shoved a bottle of Vodka in Kevin's lap and ordered him to drink, which Kevin did without complaint. It dulled the pain, even if it was just a little. 
Kevin spaced out for a moment, but before he knew it, Nathaniel was in front of him again—this time with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a phone pressed against his ear.
He talked in rapid Japanese, and Kevin tried to focus on what was being said, but he could only make out a few words. 
''-dangerous-'' ''Broken investments-'' ''Anything.'' ''-get us out.'' 
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So I don't know if this has been discovered and I'm late to the party but, I was on IMBD and I saw THIS
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ENID’S PARENTS WILL BE IN AN EPISODE
Of course, y'all know my delusions went RABID. THE ANGST. I would hate for Enid to have a bad home life, but for storytelling purposes? IT WOULD MAKE SENSE
They have put an emphasis that Wednesday and Enid are total opposites, what if it goes the same for their homes too. We have the loving and accepting Addams. And then we have the cold hearted, hateful Sinclairs. Enid is afraid she'll be kicked out if she can't transform. Her parents must have instilled that fear into her. I'm also a sucker for the 'sunshine, happy girl has a shitty home life' trope. (I love angst, okay?) Imagine a scene with me, please:
The episode is obviously the Family Day ep. I feel like this ep is a bit further in the season (5, 6, or 7) by then HOPEFULLY Wenclair are friends. There was also a snippet of an article with Emma on Enid and she says:
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It leads me to believe that Enid has basically let her parents talk to her however they want. A lot of demeaning remarks, maybe some emotional/verbal abuse, always putting a pressure on her, etc. I feel like they also verbally judge others, like they will tell you to your face you are ugly, dumb, a disgrace. From the start of the ep, we see Enid in pure panic mode and the kind that has her shut down and she's avoiding EVERYONE. Wednesday finds this silly because HELLO, they are in the middle of a murder investigation. Anyway, we also see that Wends isn't too keen on being with her own parents and instead we get the Addams' mostly wandering around the grounds and reminiscing memories. So she seeks out her friend cause (she will never admit it) she's worried about Enid. She's been stressed and Wends has heard enough about her parents to know she might not be doing too well. And I will accept if either of these two scenes play out.
1. Wends can see how horrible the Sinclair's are to Enid. And she's a bit irked at Enid because dammit! Wends literally taught her to not take anyone's shit. So, Wednesday stays back because she wants Enid to stand up for herself. Maybe Wends pulls her side and is like
"Your parents are vile people and I mean that in a demeaning way"
"They aren't THAT bad..."
"This is pathetic and I won't just stand around and hear them talk to you like that. Pull it together, Sinclair"
And what finally gets Enid to stand up is the Sinclair's making a remark about Wednesday
"Ugh, did you see that girl? What awful looking braids"
"She has an ugly face too, I mean the scowl? How dreadful"
Enid, in a burning rage: "DONT SPEAK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT. I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU CALL ME WORTHLESS NAMES BUT NEVER TALK ABOUT MY FRIEND AGAIN"
Them, shocked: "How dare you raise your voice to us? We are your FAMILY"
Enid, done with everything: "And Wednesday has been more accepting of me than you two have ever been. Sure she's gloomy, but she's smart and funny and actually really fucking kind, under it all! She's my friend-my BEST friend. And she's right, I don't need you two verbally assaulting me anymore"
Wednesday, proud af hiding in the crowd that formed
2. Wends sees the Sinclair's being horrible. And she also sees Enid just smiling (a fake one) and letting them say these things about her. By now, Wends knows Enid, despite herself, and she can see how her eyes are filled with tears and that she's close to a breakdown. So she marches over and stands literally in front of Enid. Obviously the Sinclair's are fake af and start smiling and trying to introduce themselves
"Oh! Hello, uh, dearie, who-"
Wends: "You two are the most disgusting humans who I have ever had the displeasure of meeting"
Them shocked: "How dare-"
Wends: "How does it feel to be at your prehistoric age and feel the need to bully your own child?"
Them clearing fumming: "WHY-"
Wends: "You want to know what I did to the last set of bullies? I made sure they could never reproduce again. Alas, it was only...attempted murder but with all your wrinkles and balding, I'm sure I could easily get the job done"
Enid, beyond shicked because NO ONE has ever stood up to her parents before
Them: "You do realize were werewolves?! Despite our disappointment unable to transform-"
Wends: "Never. Talk. About. Enid. Again. She's intelligent, witty, courageous, and the most loyal person I have ever met. She's far from a disappointment and she deserves better than you two"
Wednesday, grabs Enid’s arm and pulls them away
Enid, in awe, shocked, and a bit scared of what just happened
Wednesday, also shocked but wouldn't take it back
Anyway, that's all I have (cause now I wanna write a fic). I just wanted my thoughts out here before it airs and I will probably be proven to be horribly wrong!
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