#if anyone of you read this you deserve a cookie cause i had a fuck ton of caffeine

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

THE TEXT CONVOS !! I hope it looks ok. I left spaces between the texts (ALSO THANK U FOR THE REQUEST 💗 ) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍒: Buy pads please!! 🍊: Already did, anything else that may satisfy her majesty? ❤️

🍊: Hi pretty. Can't find my tie, did you took it? It's the navy one 🍒: No, must've been your side chick :( 🍊: Please tell me you're joking 🍒: I'm not 🍊: Woman I practically worship the ground you walk on 🍒: Screenshotting this to Lem. Also your tie is with me :) 🍊: You two got jokes huh

🍒: Pretty women called "sleepless nights worried about my husband" is waiting for me in bed 🍊: Not tonight love. Coming home in 5

🍊: What kind of streets do ghosts hunt? 🍊: Dead ends

🍊: Really want to shoot him in the head 🍒: What are you talking about? 🍊: He's so fucking cocky huh? 🍒: Ladybug? He's not doing anything 🍊: That "we should all order some food" sounded pretty flirty to me 🍒: You deserve the electric chair

🍊: Are you from Mississippi? Cause you're the only miss who's piss I'll sippie [You blocked this contact]

🍊: That nob better stop touching your shoulder before I give him a lobotomy 🍊: Got the "little off the top" looking haircut 🍒: HE ASKED FOR MY NUMBER 🍊: He should see an optometrist since he clearly didn't notice the ring on your finger 🍒: I told him I have a husband 5 times already but he said "it doesn't matter", so I gave him your number 🍊: That's my girl

🍒: [1 image attached] 🍊: Oh my fucking god 🍊: God took his time with you

🍒: Would you be mad at me if I punched you in the face? 🍊: What's the context love? Are we making out and you just started beating me up? 🍒: Why would I EVER do that??? 🍊: You tell me, you were the one who asked. 🍊: Wait you might actually be onto someting here love 🍒: THATS IT, SEX BAN 🍊: WHAT

🍒: What is taking you so long? 🍊: Lady at the cashier won't leave me alone 🍒: Please hurry up I want you to eat me out :( [Tan reacted with ❤️] 🍒: Tell her "husband duties are calling"

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: I'm really over here with Aristotle talking about plumbs and farmers and shit

🍒: Did you actually got into a fight with that Kimura guy just because he said he didn't like my tie? 🍋: Cherry defender first, human second

🍋: Bro is not listening to me 🤼‍♂️ 🍒: I'll hear you out on Henrys 🍋: [voice message: 42:33]

🍋: Got bored so I drew you 🍋: [1 image attached] 🍒: Thanks !! 🍒: Why do I have 3 fingers on each hand though? 🍋: I stole the other four

🍒: Are the cookies you left for me a prank? 🍋: Are they that bad? 🍒: What?? No!! Of course not!! 😊 I loved them!! 🫶 🍋: I got a feeling you're being sarcastic

🍋: Tan said nobody likes lemons 🍒: I'll kill him

🍒: The bartender asked for my phone number 🍋: BOOOOOO 📢📢 every time 🍒: I gave him Tan's number. Wanna catfish him? 🍋: LETS GO I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍊: The group name is stupid 🍋: IT'S GENIUS 🍒: It's literally what we are 🍊: I think I should've named the group so it wouldn't be something stupid 🍋: "Tangerines are sophisticated" This you❓ 🍒: Point and laugh 🫵🤣 🍊: Piss off

🍋: I burned the pasta 🍊: You can cook? 🍋: I tried 🍊: Never do it again 🍋: Piss off at least I wasn't the one who dropped the pod on the floor 🍒: This is why you two aren't allowed in my kitchen

🍊: I'm just saying, relationships should be 50/50 🍊: She looks pretty, while I growl at anyone who looks at her 🍋: It's getting harder and harder to defend you 🍒: People are gonna think you're insane 🍋: He is

🍋: [1 image attached, it's a selfie of us three] 🍋: BOY WE SEE THEM BABY BLUES 🍒: I swear people don't even say bless you anymore, they just stare at you like that 🍊: Do you two ever stop to think about what you're saying? 🍋: No 😼 🍒: Nope 🍊: It shows

yeah no kidding you aced the shit out of these!!! and they are so fun to read !! I definitely get what you mean now by them being fun😭

LOVE LOVE LOVED them all but these have gotta be my faves

THIS ONE??? had my cracking up. was still thinking about it and laughing to myself ages after reading 😭😭

little off the top and the ring comment 😭

and giving the guy tan number and him saying that’s my girl🫠

god took his time with you??? melting

WHY IS THAT SO ACCURATE!!! lemon definitely sends really long voice messages and spams with videos. like he’s giving you mini personal vlogs😭😭😭 he just starts talking about the most random shit walking around the house. “… yeah they said his car is fucked— no way. I just found this.” and holds it out to the camera and then he carries on with whatever he was saying before

I feel like he struggled to draw all 10 fingers and got fed up so gave you simpson hands instead

#ask #💺 #tangerine #tangerine headcanon #lemon #tangerine and lemon

[sunoosets]

banda x reader

[2.2k words.]

[Warning: Banda Sunato - A literal serial killer. Smutty🤭 I heard people were down bad for this guy. Probably OOC, I was only experimenting. Public fucking, choking, slight degradation, slight non-con, orgasm denial, biting, fingering, dirty talk. I think that's all😬.]

Probably one of my favs that I have done so far..

Solitary confinement, what an interesting game for an interesting girl. I was more than accustomed to the concept of prison cells, and lonesome nights against drab, grey walls. I was comfortable with the types of people I'd find in such locations and knew, like the mildly intelligent person I was, that no one here was to be trusted. Nor did they, in turn, deserve my trust. That's not to say I couldn't pass on a fake, deceiving type of trust.

I hummed at my pickings. Groups of wavering souls, dividing into groups, lead simply by one being. They were sheep - Lost puppies. Born into this hellish scape just to follow. That, in itself, was a sign of weakness. Naivety and too much trust in one leader could spiral into consequences no man would desire. 

"Tell me my suit and I'll say yours." A voice spoke, with much desperation. Yet in their tone, an unattractive amount of force rose to the surface. I lifted my brows, turning to face the man beside me. He appeared edgy. With dark, messy hair, that draped over his left eye like a patch. 

"Bold." I stated simply. Flicking my gaze up his pathetic stance. "Are you really that desperate?" I questioned and the man lowered his head into a nod. "Answer this." I whispered, toning down my voice, and stepping closer to his form. He tensed, face disturbingly easy to read. "Why should I inform you?" I spoke, eyes dropping to his mouth. 

"Uh." He appeared stuck. "I- I'll tell you yours? It's a good deal!" He seemed unsure, and his words wavered. I scoffed and took in his features. Scanning the regret in his one visible eye. "I can ask anyone in this room. You're not special." My face fell and I spoke with such an earnest tongue, his eye widened and he backed away from my figure. "I'm sorry ma'am. I'll ask someone else." He bowed, scurrying off in such a pathetic manner, I almost became disgusted. Though the obvious power I held over him seemed to lift my mood. 

I watched, criticizing him as he asked a fellow participant. One that had previously caught my eye. Banda Sunato. A tall, broad-shouldered man. With a charismatic smile, and appealing puppy shaped eyes. He was handsome, gorgeous, pretty, but a fucking psycho. He was a serial killer, the causing death of four innocent women. Almost five..

Fortunately, the fifth famously escaped his grasp. Ultimately giving him in and enduring a harsh several months with him in court. He was sentenced to death, and the woman was pleased with her work, though that only ignited more anger in her jaws as she clenched them at the sight of her almost killer. 

I was the fifth. 

Banda freed a held-back frustration within my features. I loathed him, and the way he spurred butterflies against the lining of my stomach made me despise him more. A love-hate relationship with a convicted murderer. 

I had been staring, and the thoughts spiralled until I caught his eyes. Amused, and gleaming against the light as he traced his hungry gaze across my skin. I was the one who got away. The one he had sworn to find, capture and kill if seen again. 

He stretched out his neck and straightened his posture. All attention had been sweeped from the edge lord by his side, and now his undivided awareness was set on me. I swallowed, averting my gaze before settling on heading toward the cafeteria. There was no need to be afraid. I was safe, for now. 

I hastily took my feet down the dark, dusted floors. Landing myself in a large room, packed from the ground to the ceiling in a wide variety of snacks. I composed myself. Slipping my hand from my side and sliding my fingers over a packet of cookies. 

"How fortunate am I?" 

"I don't want to speak to you." I replied bluntly. Fixing my hair as I plucked my desired snack from it's place. I spun on my heel, only to meet Banda's fiery gaze. Set on nothing but my face. My breath hitched and he took my arms, sticking me to the shelves, and trapping me with his chest and ribs. "Oh, but you wanted to speak on that night.." He whispered, a sense of teasing in his tone. I remained still, disgust reaching my expression as he lowered his head. Keeping eye-contact until he reached my jaw. "You were more than pleased to cry out my name."

He planted his soft lips on my skin. Kissing my jawline with such a delicacy, you wouldn't have thought he was a serial killer. A monster. "I wouldn't do that." I strained my voice, tilting my head away from his touch. Something burned against my face and I cursed at how obvious my flusterment had become. My chest twisted at the feel of his rough palms. Falling onto my hips, and holding me into place. He gripped harder, releasing a low chuckle against my ear. "Why's that, baby?" He found this fascinating. Almost hilarious.

There was no use in me fighting back, yet I couldn't let him know how much my body craved him. "You're pathetic, thinking I don't know how much you need me." He whispered sternly, lifting his head and setting his intense stare on my eyes. "You think I don't know what's going on down here?" He questioned, though it was rhetorical, as his left hand stroked my inner thigh, and suddenly his slender fingers trailed over the wet patch on my pants. 

"I'm not scared of you." I managed out, through the gap in my lips. "No?" He asked. "You should be." Two of his fingers hooked my pants, and moved the fabric to the side. I gasped lightly at the contact of cold air, until my clit was met with his fingertip. Gliding between my folds and brushing over my sensitive heat. "You really should be." He repeated, but lower, against the skin of my neck. He licked at my throat, and sucked at the flesh, all while he slipped in one of his thin fingers. He curled it inside of me, provoking a soft moan from my lips. "You.." I froze, squeezing my eyes shut. "You can't kill me...weapons and murder are.." A chuckle was muffled by my damp skin, and Banda sunk a second finger inside of me. "Prohibited!" I cried, biting harshly on the flesh of my lip.

"I can still fuck you." He whispered, lips brushing over my neck. Leaving the ghost of a kiss. He raised his head and glared deep into my glossed over eyes. His lips twitched into a smirk - Sadistic, but undeniably attractive. He lifted his spare hand and set it gently on my cheek. "Y/n, y/n." He spoke my name and I bit down harder. Mistakenly pushing my hips down against his fingers. They pumped into me, luring my orgasm, as well as the truth of my fondness for him. 

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, tilting and letting his head fall subtly to the side. "This won't be fun unless I fuck you into insanity." He stated. His tone soft, despite his words meaning. "So I'll only grant you a release when you admit how much you crave me." 

My eyes widened. "Please.." I unknowingly whimpered, begging for him to cast me some sort of pleasure. He simply smirked at my desperate attempts, fingering me mercilessly until my eyes rolled, and my head slammed against the wooden frame of the shelves behind me. "Banda!" I cried, sweat forming on my brow. He swiped his tongue against his lips, removing his fingers and shoving the two digits between my lips. "Suck." He commanded, and I obliged. Swirling my tongue over his fingertips. Tasting my own arousal. He appeared content, slowly sliding his fingers from my mouth, and dragging down my lower lip. He dropped his hand and replaced it with his lips. Soft and rough. Moving against mine with such a deep passion, my body was again, heating at the interaction. 

He pulled away and traced my pained features with his stare. How my eyes had became watery with the denial, and how my lips had became swollen at how hard I had been biting down. "Do you like the way I touch you?" He whispered gently, manoeuvring his hands to sit either side of my head. He pushed himself closer, and my inner thigh was greeted by his hard cock, clothed by his jeans. He rubbed himself over me, grinding into my soaking pussy. The soft fabric applied pressure to my clit, and the mere fact his twitching dick was beneath these confines made my stomach drop and twist. "Banda, please, I can't take this.." I admitted, whining as I gripped his broad shoulders. Steadying myself as I rocked on his boner. "Stop teasing me!" I cried out, whimpering and moaning at the feel of his warmth against me. Banda lowered his head, grunting against my earlobe. His hot breath hit my neck and I dropped my head back, parting my lips. 

"I'll fuck you with my cock right here." He groaned, biting down on the skin of my neck. Leaving behind a fresh, purple mark. His teeth grazed the muscle and I clenched my thighs, brushing myself against his dick. "All I need is for you to admit what a whore you are for me." He spoke, breaths strangled as he sunk his teeth into my flesh. I let out a silent moan, opening my lips and closing my eyes. 

"Fuck! I want you, fuck...please, Banda.." My voice lowered. "I don't care anymore, just fuck me."

I hadn't had to ask twice. His pants were already unzipped and his large cock had already been freed. He slipped the length into his hands, biting onto his lip as he pumped the shaft a few times. I composed myself, fingers curling over the edge of his shirt. I creased the fabric, and my nails dug into his clothed skin as I felt him enter. He sunk inside of me, grunting softly at the way my walls clenched and tightened around his much-wanted cock.  

"Fuck." He whispered, pleasure and lust shrouding his mind. His breaths became ragged as he slid his hands up my body, across my exposed collarbone, and against my neck - Where he clamped his palms around my throat. Squeezing gently as he rutted into me. His thumbs rubbed, and circled my airways sensually. I was gasping, letting out strangled and strained sobs, mixed with hot, pleasured moans. "Ruin me...please." I let out an airy breath. Staring at his features through damp lashes. 

Banda groaned, squeezing roughly around my throat as I choked. He filled me, sinking his cock into me until I began hyperventilating beneath his touch. "Fuck, like that." He almost whined, "Squeeze around my cock like that, baby." His breaths were airy and I moaned at the way he entered me. Fucking into me like an animal. I clenched around him, head going dizzy at both the lack of air and abundance of pleasure. "Banda!" I cried softly. "I'm gonna cum, please."

"Do you...think you're deserving of it?" He spoke, hesitating to catch his breath every few words. My eyes grew and I subtly struggled in his grip. "Banda!" I whined. He found that amusing, and lowly chuckled, inhaling sharply as my high arrived. He twitched and a short whimper fell from his wet lips. "Cum for me, baby." Banda whispered. "Cum on my cock." 

He smirked, eyes filled with ecstasy, as he pounded into me. Bathing in the lewd moans I gifted him, and the way I recited his name. Crying it like a sacred prayer. "Banda, please!" I whined, squeezing my eyes shut as I gasped and came on his cock. He slipped into me, each thrust deeper than the last. His fingers tightened around my throat, and quite frankly, I felt as if I were on the verge of fainting. The pleasure was overwhelming. 

"Fuck, Y/n." He let slip, moaning as his last thrust triggered his arrival. He pushed himself deep inside of me, slapping his pelvis and balls against me as he came. He filled me, breathing heavily as his cum spread against my insides. I gasped out a muffled moan. "Banda.." I whispered, eyelids fluttering to a close. My head tilted to the side and he sighed in pleasure. Taking his large palms and gripping my shoulders. I fell against his chest, too tired to lift my legs. "You love me." Banda whispered, pride filling his malicious smile. He fixed himself up before grasping my legs, and handling me into a bridal hold. "You wish.." I breathed out against his chest, smirking with the remainder of my energy. I could feel his heartbeat, and his chest shake as he chuckled. 

Grey smeared past me in the form of cell walls. Though I couldn't be too sure. My consciousness drifted past me, circling over my dazed head like a sea. 

"I see I haven't fucked you into insanity yet?" He breathed. An obvious smirk on his features. "Round two?"

#aib #aib x reader #aib smut #banda sunato #banda x reader #banda sunato smut #banda alice in borderland #banda smut #smut

[mirkwoodshewolf]

You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole; Stephen Strange x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well this was one of the first tumblr requests I had gotten since I started opening requests up. And with MOM now out, this fic was SLIGHTLY inspired by it plus Ep. 4 of Disney+’s WHAT IF...? And yeah it’s a long one but I hope the anon who requested this loves it in the end as well as the rest of you guys.

Warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS OF DSITMOM (again nothing MAJOR just America Chavez and her backstory but if you’ve read the comics I guess it’s not really a spoiler? idk I’ll still include spoiler tags if need be), kidnapping, OBSESSIVE YANDERE STRANGE!! angst ends to fluff, talking sassy kitty-cat (you’ll find out).

Taglist:

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@waddles03​

@queensdivas​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@queen-paladin​

@austynparksandpizza​

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God Stephen Strange is the most arrogant, egotistical, hypocritical asshole that has ever walked the universe!  Always with me he’s gotta find some sort of flaw and compare it to his ex-lover? Partner? Whoever the hell she was, Christine Palmer.  Now I get you can’t ever really let go of your first love but come on Strange. You were the one who fucked it up and I was there to pick up the pieces for you.

And even once we managed to get together, you still had to compare me to her.  And even as you forced me to go with you to her own wedding (to SOMEONE ELSE MIND YOU!!) you had the gall to lie and say that you were happy.  Yeah I know when he lies.

When his hands flinch and try to clench up at his side and his adam’s apple bobs up and down quickly.  That’s how you can catch the great Doctor Stephen Strange in a lie.

And now once again after we got into a huge scuffle about something else.  He had the nerve to say to me that he wished he hadn’t screwed things up with Christine, cause then he wouldn’t have to be dealing with my constant nagging.  After giving him a hard falcon punch across the face that’s when I had stormed out of the London sanctum (since I am the Head Guardian of it) and stormed across the city.

I went over to my favorite cat café (yes a real cat café) and got my usual drink plus big chocolate chip cookies, all the while my favorite cat, a Calico named Demeter came up to me and she sat down in my lap.  She was a beautiful 6 year old cat that was tri-colored of black, yellow and white.  She had piercing green eyes and was the most skittish and cautious cats in the whole café, the owners even said that until I had come in, she never associated with anyone else but me.

As I broke apart my cookie but could barely enjoy it, my other hand was stroking down Demeter’s back.

“What else does he want from me De? Am I really not good enough for him? Is it the distance? I know that things have changed since he was last here but—is it the distance that’s forcing him to think about her? Or is it just me?” her tail curled up around her and her ear twitched as she just stared up at me.  “Must be nice to be a cat. No worries, no expectations. All you really demand is pets, food and a clean place to go to the bathroom.”

“(Y/n)?” I didn’t even need to look up to see who it was.

“I thought I told you to not come after me!” I snapped as I took a sip of my expresso.

“I—” he paused.

“What Strange? What do you wish to say to me now, hmm!?! Does my (h/c) not match up to her strawberry blonde or whatever the hell they call it. It’s red hair for Christ sake! Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m not a doctor and could never get the hidden jokes you both used to share.”

“No! No that’s not—You were right.” I looked up at him puzzled.  Okay now this is a first. Stephen never admits he’s right.  “I….I was a fool. Better yet I was an arrogant, shit-faced asshole who screwed up big time. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but can you at least hear me out?”

I raised my brow skeptically at him but allowed him to sit down. At first he went for the chair next to me but I snapped my fingers and it moved away.  I then pointed to the one in front of me and he softly nodded in understandment.

“You have 1 minute.”

“Wow. You—really mean business don’t you?” he softly joked.

“50 seconds.” I snapped.

“Comparing you to Christine is—the worst thing I could possibly have done. And I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just….you never forget your first love.”

“You’re really not starting off on a good foot.”

“Wait, wait. You didn’t let me finish. I took you for granted and I should never have done that to you. To us. I’m sorry. From the bottom of my heart I am truly, deeply sorry.” I pondered and pondered on his word and I said.

“Well Stephen. Even through your stupidity and ‘ignore all rules’ attitude, that apology would make most girls fall to their knees and make them fall in love all over again. And I might’ve been one of those girls. If it was the real you.”

“What? What are you talking about? I am real, see?” he knocked on the table which produced a knock.  Behind my back I summoned out my Sais of the living Tribunal.

“I’m not saying you’re an illusion or a projection of Stephen Strange. You may have his face but you’re not him. Plus don’t think I haven’t noticed how frantic Demeter’s tail has gotten, or the fact that she’s met the real Stephen Strange and never acted this way towards him.”

Demeter let out an angry hiss before growling defensively whilst still in my lap.

“Now I’m going to say this one time. Who the hell are you and why do you have Stephen’s face? Are you a shifter from the Dark Dimension? Or a changeling sent by Nightmare?” at that moment the Stephen before me dropped the niceties and his voice grew into a more darker, menacing tone.

“You always were too clever. That’s what always drew me to you. Even in my own dimension.” Demeter immediately hopped off my lap and I stood up holding my sais toward him.

“No games! I want answers fraud!”

“I am as I appear my dear (Y/n). My name is Stephen Strange, just not yours.” His normal clothes then morphed into his sorcerer clothes, but there was a huge difference, even his face looked different.

Dark circles underneath his eyes, his beard was more gruff (like he didn’t trim it).  He almost looked like a ghost or a demon if anything.  His normal blue robes looked more dark purple with some black mixed in, but the biggest difference was the Cloak of Levitation.  The friendly, soft red material had been changed to a straight menacing black satin that almost appeared to have an edge about them. Even the collar was spiked upward almost or even stocking out past his head like a crown.

“The name is Strange Supreme. And I have traveled through multiple universes to find you. And at last I have.”

“What are you talking about?” I sneered.

“It would seem your Stephen takes you for granted. Whilst I and—” he trailed off, I saw a glimmer of what may have been tears (crocodile tear or not I couldn’t tell).  “In my universe, I had an (Y/n) (L/n). She—was my everything. My life, my heart, my soul. And I never took her for granted. Until the day she was taken from me. I’ve tried every spell, every ounce of magic to prevent her death but—she was gone. But now—now I see that if I can’t bring her back. I could find a new one to take her place.”

“Sorry to tell you this psychopath I’m not going anywhere. Especially not with—” my vision went fuzzy.  I shook my head briefly. “Especially not with—” suddenly I lurched forward dropping my weapons.

“I knew this would happen. I knew you wouldn’t be willing to come with me by your consent. So I slipped a small spell in your drink that would activate if you rejected my offer.” What? No but the barista was a she and she—hold on.  I looked up at him and I saw how he morphed into the barista for a split second to say in her Edinburgh accent.  “Sorry dearie, guess I might’ve made it a bit too sweet for yah.” Before he morphed back into himself.

“You…..son of a b……” I collapsed and my world went black.

*3rd Person POV*

Strange Supreme walked over to (Y/n)’s body and gingerly stroked her cheek.

“100 years and finally at long last. I have you once again at my side my beloved. And I swear, I will never let you go again.” He picked her up and before summoning a portal with just a simple thought and he walked through it holding an unconscious (Y/n) in his arms.

From the corner, Demeter watched intensely before she looked around and saw the aftermath of what this ‘Strange Supreme’ had done. All the coworkers were frozen in their spots and as for the other cats, they had all been knocked out and were in a deep sleep.  She raced towards the back (and by some string of luck) one of the employers had been frozen right by the door and had left it opened.

She dashed out and ran through the streets of London. Knowing of the stories ever since her favorite human arrived of the London Sanctum, she ran as fast as she could to the London Sanctum and when she got to the door, she proceeded to scratch at the door meowing as loudly as she could.

Inside the real Stephen Strange was now sporting an icepack as part of his recovery from facing the wrath of the current girlfriend.

“Hate to tell you this bruv, but you deserved it.” Taron, (Y/n) second in command born and raised in Wales said as he came passing by Stephen.

“Yes, yes I know. I’ve already been told that by half of the London Sanctum already.” Stephen snapped before sighed and holding the icepack close to his cheek.  “I don’t even know why I said it. I was angry and it just—”

“Slip of the tongue?” Taron replied as Stephen nodded.  “Look mate, when you blipped for five years. (Y/n) was a wreck. Especially after you two had recently gotten together. When you came back and all you thought about was Christine after Stark’s funeral, it really hurt her. She and your ex stayed here for the Blip, what made you think it was okay to think about your ex-girlfriend instead of your current one who had poured through every scroll, every page at Kamar-Taj to try and bring all who were blipped, mainly you, back?”

“Like she’s said. I’m an arrogant, selfish asshole.”

“And a number of other things but I’m keeping that to myself.” Taron muttered.

“Oi Taron!” a voice exclaimed.  A young blonde haired boy with piercing green eyes came running forward.

“What is it Ben?” Taron asked.

“Okay, umm….this is gonna sound crazy but you might wanna open the doors.”

“What?” questioned Taron.

“Look not even I can explain it just open the bloody doors.” The three men went down the steps to the front door and Taron waved his hand to unlock the doors and soon bursting in meowing frantically was Demeter. She lunged towards Stephen and leapt at him.  Awkwardly he caught her as she was meowing and pawing at him.

“You know this cat Stephen?” Taron asked.

“Hoe she’s not an ex too.” Ben muttered before snickering to which Taron kicked him in the shin.

“Demeter?” she let out a loud meow almost as if saying yes. “She’s one of the cats from the cat café (Y/n) liked to go to. But they—they never let you guys out at least not unsupervised.” She then started up her frantic meows and squirmed in Stephen’s grip.  He set her down and she paced around him, rubbing up against him and pawed at his boots, almost as if telling him to go.  “Okay this is insane, I’m talking to a cat. I mean it’s not like there’s a—” he paused before turning to Taron.  “Please tell me there’s a spell to make animals talk.”

“You…..want to talk to the calico?” Taron sounded out suspiciously.

“Look Taron I know it sounds crazy, hell even insane but trust me when I say this cat does not normally act like this unless something is really wrong. And I have a sickening feeling that there is, and that it involves (Y/n).”

“There might be something. Not necessarily Kamar Taj material but an old Inuit spell from America. The Ancient One kept various spells based on different cultures here in London due to our sophisticated filing system. Follow me.” Taron led Strange, Demeter and Ben into the archive wing of the library.

Taron levitated through shelf after shelf until he found the book of Inuit spells and skimmed through the book until he found the spell he needed.  Together with some basic ingredients like hair of creature needed, 2 tsp. of vinegar, 1 cup of water, 1/4th tsp. of food dye, a drop of honey and 3 grams of salt.

Taron mixed the ingredients together before pouring it into a cup.  The potion now looked like a liquid formation of Demeter’s fur pattern and he handed it to Stephen.

“Once you drink this all down, say these words exactly. I even phonetically sounded them out for you in case you couldn’t get it.” Stephen glared at Taron who merely shrugged and handed Strange the cup.

“The things one does for love.” He then downed the entire glass like it was a shot and grimaced at the taste.  He let out a couple of coughs before taking the paper from Taron and began to say the spell.  “Deila hér me. Dag eru nou rar vitur orum.”

They waited for a few minutes to see if anything would happen. And they waited, and waited, and waited. Stephen let out a growl before throwing the cup to the wall and snapped.

“The longer we wait the longer it’s going to take to find out what happened to (Y/n)!”

“Maybe we missed something, here Taron let me see the book mate.” Ben said taking the book.

“So I drank that nasty shit for nothing. Great, great just great.” Stephen snapped before sitting down in a huff.

‘No wonder why she can’t stand you.’ A female voice spoke up.  Stephen looked around but there was no female in the room, only he, Ben and Taron.  He then felt a light pressure on his lap to see Demeter standing on his lap.  She cleaned herself up before saying to Stephen again. ‘Not only are you too hung up in the past, but you’re too impatient. And I can see what she meant by your temper.’

“D-did you just……you’re talking?”

‘Well talking as in you can hear my thoughts, yes. How you ever became Sorcerer Supreme I’ll never know.’ Demeter hopped off his lap and onto the table, her tail wagging and curling up into a question mark point every now and then.

“Hold on Stephen, are you—”

“Shh!” he hissed at Taron and Ben before turning towards Demeter.  “Look I’ll let you insult me all you want later, what is it you came here to tell me?”

‘Normally I’d never go running for a human, but (Y/n) has treated me like a cat should be treated, and not like some fragile glass doll.’

“Focus! (Y/n). What happened to her?!”

‘Okay Mr. Pushy. Look, I couldn’t even explain it myself. The guy who took my (Y/n) looked just like you. Only if he hadn’t gotten some sun in all of his life.’

“You’re saying he looked like me?”

‘Yep. Right down to your weird, Stark-copy beard.’

“I do not have Stark’s—besides that. What else happened?”

‘It all happened so fast. My brothers and sisters had somehow been knocked out cold, and everyone became like the statues you see outside. Still and frozen. Then just before my (Y/n) could fight back, she was knocked out. I think he said he put something in her drink. Then they both disappeared into one of those portal things you guys always love to make.’

“Did he say why he wanted her?”

‘Something along the lines of wanting to find her after so long. If you ask me, the guy was eyeing her like how Butch eyes that mouse that’s been sneaking into the café. Like he really wanted her and was going to do anything to get her.’

“And that’s it?”

‘Next thing I did was find a way out to try and come here. Of course I was hoping it wouldn’t be you because you hurt her Stephen Strange. Big time!’ Demeter swiped at him with her paw and let out a hiss as she said that.  ‘If you don’t bring her back unharmed, you’re gonna regret ever having met me.’

“Alright. Alright.” Stephen stood up and faced Taron and Ben.

“What’d she say?” asked Ben.

“Take some sorcerers and investigate the café. I need to get to Wong and ask him if anything else has been disrupted since this look-alike has come into our world.”

“Wait Stephen are you suggesting that this is a Multi-versal threat?” asked Taron urgently.

“I can’t say for certain. But I can’t just let (Y/n) be kept prisoner from this other Strange.” He opened up a portal which had opened up to Kamar-Taj where Wong, and by sheer luck, America Chavez was also there standing close by.  

“Strange, what’s going on?” Wong asked.

“It’s (Y/n).”

“Tía (Y/n) is in trouble? What did you do now Stephen?!” demanded America.

“It’s a long story but it would seem we got a visitor from another world, and by world I mean multiverse. Another version of me kidnapped (Y/n).”

“And how do you know this was another you?” asked Wong.

“You’re gonna think I’m insane.”

“Not the first time.” Wong muttered.  Stephen glared at Wong and that’s when Demeter came through the portal right as it closed and she let out a meow.

“Aww what a pretty kitty.” Cooed America as she knelt down and tried to get Demeter to come over to her.  “Come here sweetheart, come here.”

“Don’t waste your breath America, Demeter doesn’t go to just any—” but Stephen was interrupted as Demeter actually walked up to America and nuzzled against her hand and let out a purr.

“Demeter. Like the Greek goddess of harvest and agriculture. Ohh that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful cat like you.” America said as she continued to pet Demeter.

“You mangey little—and why did it take you months to get used to me?!”

‘(Y/n) has talked about this girl a lot. Shown me pictures, plus she has a good aura. You however are too arrogant and reckless.’ Demeter said as she allowed America to pick her up in her arms and continued to pet her.

“Strange. Are you—talking to the cat?” Wong asked hesitantly.

“And Inuit spell Taron found in the London Sanctum.”

“Are you serious? There’s a Doctor Dolittle spell? I wanna try it!” America proclaimed.

“No, you don’t trust me. Alright now wait we’re getting off topic here!”

“Even if there were another Stephen Strange here, what would be want with (Y/n)?” asked Wong.

“I think I might know.” America spoke up.  The two men turned to her and she set Demeter down on a nearby table.  “Can you ask Demeter if he had a black cloak on? That was spiked at the end and collar reaching up to his head?”

‘Yes. Yeah it did.’ Demeter said as she sat down and stared at America.

“She said yes. America do—do you know this version of me?”

“Briefly. He uhh—when I jumped into his universe by accident, he promised he’d help find my moms, but only if I told him where to find his (Y/n).”

“Find her?”

“He told me of a battle he and his (Y/n) fought a long, long time ago in his world. I don’t really remember much of who this foe they fought was but—he told me that the fate of their world collapsing was at large. But his (Y/n) didn’t hesitate. She and their foe broke through their reality and ended up being lost in the multiverse. Just—just like my mamás.”

Wong and Stephen sighed heavily.

“I told him I couldn’t help him find her, and like others have in the past he tried to take my power but I quickly got the hell out of there and never went back.” She stroked Demeter’s head and Demeter nuzzled against America’s forearm to comfort the young girl.

“I know you said you’d never go back, but do you think you can take me there?” Stephen asked.

“Stephen you know the laws of what multiverse jumping could cause.” Wong warned him.

“Yeah, yeah, conversions of our worlds mending into a multiversal war. Not like anything we haven’t faced before. But tell me this, Sorcerer Supreme. Are you willing to let (Y/n) die or worse in that world should it perish because of what that Stephen Strange has done?”

Wong sighed heavily.  (Y/n) was his dearest friend, she saved his ass more times than he could count and now he had the chance to finally repay that debt, but would he risk two worlds potentially colliding that could either destroy one or both their worlds?

“You take the cat with you.” Wong said.

“What? Why?”

“Because that cat seems to knows to keep an eye on you and will keep you in line of you don’t.”

‘Oh I like him too.’ Demeter said as she walked over to Wong and let out a meow and raised her paw at him.  Wong extended a hand out and Demeter gave his thumb a soft lick and purred once more.

“Is this a gang up on Stephen day or what?” Stephen questioned out annoyed.

“Probably. Especially after what you said to Tía (Y/n).”

“I—how do you know that?”

“She’s always told me. Ever since we first met. When you were still butthurt over Christine. Like I said I’ve seen more of yous and hers together than you and Christine. Even the creepy yandere version of yourself.”

“Yan—what’s yandere?” Stephen asked.  America and Wong looked at each other and America spoke in Spanish.

“Should I?”

“It’d probably be best not to.” Wong responded back in Spanish.  “Now if you’re going to go into this other world you’ll need to get in, find her and get out. The convergence can happen by a simple change in two variants of the same person being there but the effect of the convergence actually happening can either be instantaneous or prolonged.” Wong explained.

“Well let’s hope it’s the latter. America, do you remember where this other world with this Stephen Strange is?”

“A bit yeah. But he could sense you coming before the portal even opens. He’s that powerful. Last time I went, he was at the exact spot I would land.” She said.

“Okay so brute strength and power isn’t going to stop him. Guess I’ll just have to outwit him and I am good at that.”  Wong and America looked at each other but chosen not to say anything.

“If the world you enter doesn’t start to collapse the second you arrive, give yourself an hour at most to find (Y/n) and then get out. America will open the portal for you to come through no later than that.”

“One hour, okay.” Stephen and Wong stood back as America stepped forward and she concentrated on summoning the portal to Strange Supreme’s universe.

“I’ll try to open it at this exact spot after the hour. And…..please be sure you have Tía (Y/n) before I do.”

“I’ll try. Come on Demeter.” Demeter hopped off and got up on top of Stephen’s shoulders and the two of them quickly hopped through the portal before she closed it behind her.

There was nothing but darkness surrounding them.  As Stephen walked along, soft creeks sounded off with each footstep.

‘Could you be anymore louder than you are right now?’

“Okay one more insult out of you and I will throw you across the room.” Stephen threatened her in a quiet voice.  She hopped off of Stephen’s shoulders and she sniffed around.

‘I can’t seem to find a trace of her scent.’

“Nothing?”

‘As I said, nothing. You sure we’re in the right place?’ As they walked further along they now stood before what almost resembled the main hall of the New York Sanctum, however the aura in it was dark and ominous.

Books were scattered all over the floor, candles by the mile decorated the floorboards ahead, and a large opening into what looked like a wormhole stood behind where the large window overlooked Bleeker street. As they walked along, Demeter suddenly stopped and she lowered herself briefly as she let out a soft but menacing growl.

“So……” a deep, gravely, possessive tone spoke.  Stephen turned around and soon a grand fireplace lit up and sitting in a large red chair was Strange Supreme.  “You did come.” Strange Supreme said.  “And you brought vermin with you.”

Demeter let out an anxious meow as Stephen stood in front of her and the cloak of levitation picked her up and hid her behind Stephen’s back.

“More like a friend.” Strange Supreme scoffed.

“My (Y/n) did adore strays. Cats especially were her favorite. Even when I’d tell her we couldn’t have one, they were always drawn to her. She even took care of one that looked exactly like the one you’ve got.”

“I didn’t come here to make small talk. Now where is she?” Stephen demanded.

“Surprised that you still care. Why don’t you just go back to your world, patch things up with Christine. After all that’s who you truly love right?”

“What I said was…..”

“A mistake? A slip of the tongue, a sudden outburst of anger.” Strange Supreme mocked as he stood up.  “I’ve seen her mind and her heart. You don’t know how good you’ve had it Stephen. Christine never treated us right, she never understood us, especially after our accident.” Strange Supreme showed Stephen the same scars on his hand from the car accident.  “But (Y/n) did. She picked up the pieces, she taught us how to love again, and to see the light in everything. And you threw her out like trash.”

“I came here for her didn’t I? If I didn’t truly love her, I would’ve turned away and tried to go back to Christine like you claimed. But no, I’m here. I won’t ask this again, where. Is. She?”

“The only (Y/n) that’s here is mine. I worked too hard and sacrificed soo much to find her.”

“Look, I don’t know if your (Y/n) looks anything like mine, but if she does, She’s not yours. Her face may be the same but it’s not her. Plus even if it was her, what would she say if she saw you like this?”

“It wouldn’t matter. She’s here with me now and I’ll love her and take care of her ten times better than you ever did.”

“You have a very sick way of showing it.” Stephen sneered lowly. Strange Supreme smirked wickedly as he chuckled darkly.

“Love makes us do strange and crazy things. But it’s all worth it in the end. So long as we’re together.” Stephen noticed how Strange Supreme was fingering what appeared to be a pearl ring on his left ring finger. An odd piece of jewelry especially given the fact that the pearl was scarlet red.

‘Oi Strange. You might wanna wrap things up here with whatever this lovefest is. I’m starting to sense this world collapsing in on itself.’ True to Demeter’s word, the wallpaper was starting to roll upward, the books starting to disappear page by page and the candle were slowly melting away.

Stephen turned back towards Strange Supreme and he told him.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been planning. I know you can sense it. Even if you do have her, your world is collapsing in on itself.”

“So it seems. But I could care less. The only world that matters to me is (Y/n) and I.”

‘God this poor bastard is even more delusional than I thought.’ Demeter said.

“Not if I find her first.” Stephen challenged.

“And how would you know where she is?”

“I just do. We are Doctor Stephen Strange after all, and if I know myself…..”

“I always got to be smarter than everyone else.” Strange Supreme finished.  “Well, produce her.” He challenged Stephen.  Stephen looked around until he saw what looked like a small secret doorway right by one of the bookshelves.

“You’ve hidden her behind that door.” He said pointing out to it. Strange Supreme then walked over to the small doorway mocking him.

“Did I, Stephen Strange?” he stood by the small door as Stephen now walked over to the chair where Strange Supreme was just sitting at.

‘Wait, I sense something.’ Demeter told him.  Stephen felt Demeter hop off his shoulder and she walked around the fireplace until she stood before a tall purple chair just across from the red chair. ‘There!’

Stephen looked carefully and saw a glimmer of what looked like the mirror dimension.

“Clever man.” He softly muttered.  He heard a rough cough and he turned to see Strange Supreme hunched forward as he coughed up a large black skeleton key into his hand. Strange Supreme turned towards Stephen with a questioning yet challenging look.  “Yep. Right there, she’ll be there alright.” Strange Supreme softly shook his head.

“You’re wrong Stephen Strange, she’s not there.” Strange Supreme hauntingly mocked as he unlocked the door to reveal an abyssal portal of dust and cobwebs.  “Now, to ensure you don’t take my (Y/n) away ever again.” He summoned from his robes, the black dagger of Yama (which had the power to send a person’s soul to the Underworld with just a simple knick of the blade).

“Just allow me to make this one final declaration before you ‘do me in’.” He then picked Demeter up in his hands and he said. “SHE’S NOT YOURS!!” and then as hard as he could, he tossed Demeter right at Strange Supreme.

She yowled and growled as she was thrown through the air until she landed on Strange Supreme’s face.  He roared and tried to get the calico cat off his face, but Demeter held firm scratching and biting every square inch of his face.

Using this as a distraction, Stephen quickly unlocked the purple chair to the mirror dimension and there he saw (Y/n) tied up and gagged in the chair wearing a deep purple and black dress, and a crown almost similar to the Scarlet Witch’s.

*My POV*

I watched as Stephen and evil Stephen had conversed back and forth with each other.  But when Stephen threw Demeter at the evil Stephen, he took his chance and stood right in front of me and I saw as the mirror dimension was finally opened.  He came right up to me and freed me of my chains and gag.

“I know, I know. Not the best idea to throw your favorite cat at my evil twin.”

“I’ll yell at you about that later. Did you get it?”

“Get what?”

“My heart. Stephen that-that psychopath reached into my chest and took my heart. He told me even if you came to save me, I’d never be able to leave this world without it.”

“I think I might have an idea of where he has it. For now let’s get you out of here.” He helped me up and we both left the mirror dimension and he closed the door behind us.  Just in time for us to see the evil Stephen literally get his eyes torn out from his skull by Demeter’s claws and he threw her across the room.

But I opened up a portal and she went threw it before ending up back in my arms.  Demeter yowled aggressively, baring her teeth at the evil Stephen.

“YOU SELFISH, CHEATING, BASTARD!!” evil Stephen roared as he turned to us, his eyes now hollowed holes and blood pooling out like tears.

All of a sudden the sanctum began to fall apart wood by wood. The floor beneath us became what almost looked like a giant web as we both fell through.  I ended up getting stuck along the side while Stephen ended up falling all the way to the bottom.

“Stephen! Are you alright?” I called out.

“I’m fine, how about you and Demeter?” Demeter who was hidden within my dress robe meowed.

“We’re fine.” All of a sudden a monstrous roar was heard from above us.  The Evil Stephen seemed to morph into some sort of dragon-hybrid creature as he then fell down into the web to try and get to Stephen.  I then watched as Stephen quickly summoned a portal underneath him and he disappeared just before the dragon Stephen could land on him.

“NO!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!? YOU SELFISH PRICK!!” He looked around trying to feel or hear anything from Stephen.  I then felt someone beginning to cut my bonds from the web, I turned and Stephen pressed his index finger quietly to his lips as he continued to cut me free from the webbing.

When my upperbody was free, he allowed me to rest against him as he continued to work on freeing my legs (which somehow proved to be difficult.) I also worked as did Demeter on freeing my legs but one thread soon began to vibrate all the way down towards Dragon-Stephen.

“Oh shit.” I said which caused all of us to stop. Dragon-Stephen ceased his frantic searching and slowly turned towards us smirking maliciously.

“There you are.” He growled sadistically.  Stephen then quickly cut the rest of my bonds and threw me over his shoulder as he quickly raced upward with Demeter behind us. “YOU’RE NOT TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME!!” he roared as he got closer to us.

I quickly summoned the sword of Vishanti and sliced him across the face which caused him to pause before growling at me.

“Now that my dear, wasn’t very nice. I was merciful last time but it seems you need a stricter hand.” Suddenly his arms turned into large snakes and they reached up and grabbed hold of the both of us, separating the two of us once more.

The snake that held me kept me high up in the air while the snake that held Stephen brought him towards the Monster-Stephen.

“You pathetic fool. You thought you could get away from the most powerful Sorcerer of this world!?” Monster-Stephen hissed. “Now you look into her eyes, I want her to see you die.” The snake squeezed Stephen so tightly that I could hear his bones cracking from up here.  Our eyes locked with each other’s and I shook my head at him.

He-he couldn’t die like this. I just got him back after five years and yeah he’s an asshole at times but I still love him.  I’ll always love him.  But that’s when I heard My Stephen choke out a laugh.  Wait what was he laughing at? I then saw his finger point upward and that’s when I saw the familiar spark of America’s blue portal starting to spark.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just that—we hate to…..leave you high and dry but….our ride’s here.” I then let Demeter out from my robes and she bit Monster Stephen’s snake arm that was holding me and he let out a painful roar which released both Stephen and I.

Soon the bright blue star portal opened and I placed a binding spell on him to keep him bound to his world while Stephen, Demeter and I ended up getting sucked into America’s portal and ended up back on our Earth.  

Stephen and I looked at one another before embracing each other.  I buried my face into his neck thanking him repeatedly.

“You guys alright?” America asked us.

“Yes mija, we’re okay.” I told her.  She smiled and ran over to me and I embraced her as well as did Stephen.  “America, you know how you’ve been listening to those ASMR videos? I think you might wanna exclude the yandere videos from now on.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing tía.” I kissed the top of her head and held her tighter.

“I think we all can pretty much say we’ll be staying away from stalkery, obsessive media of any kind.” Stephen said.  As we separated, that’s when Stephen pulled out from his pocket the pearl ring that Strange Supreme had turned my heart into.

A simple motion of his hand and the cloaking spell dropped and there in the palm of his hand was my heart.

“Oh my—is that…..” America started.

“Yeah.” I replied bluntly.

“Damn. To be honest though I thought it’d be more—you know bloody? And you’d be—dead? I mean don’t you need a heart to like you know, live?”

“Not if you carefully remove it with magic. A heart is the most powerful thing a person can control. The evil Stephen thought that by taking my heart, he’d have me be under his control forever. To be the (Y/n) that he lost. But how did you—”

“A Sorcerer never reveals his secrets.” He teased me with a cheeky wink. “And unfortunately for him, my (Y/n) is smart to know who the true Stephen Strange is.” Stephen said.

“Your (Y/n)?” I questioned.

“Urm not that you’re my possession or anything god no! I mean, what I meant was you are your own person but uhh—I’m not making this better, am I?” I softly chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“I get what you mean.” A soft smile spread across his face. “Does…..this mean you��ll try to stop comparing me to Christine?”

“I promise. I don’t know why it took me losing you to some psycho-obsessive version of me to realize just how different yet important you are in my life. I know I’ve got some serious making up to do, but I am truly sorry (Y/n). And I hope you can forgive me, or at least give me another chance?”

“You maybe an asshole at times, but you’re my asshole.” We both chuckled before he returned to me my heart.  After that we immediately kissed each other and held each other tightly.

*Stephen’s POV*

That night as we lay in bed together (Y/n) had long fallen fast asleep but I wanted to keep watch over her.  Not only to see that this was real, but to also ensure that she was going to be safe.  From the full moon I saw a small shape come at our window and the sound of a meow was at the window.

It was Demeter, and judging by the tail flickering the way it was and the way her ears were, she was not happy with me.  Slowly I got out of bed and went to the window and opened it up.

“Hello again.” A deep but soft growl came out of her.  “I’m sorry I threw you at him. At the other Strange. It was the only thing I could think of to distract him to save (Y/n). Can you forgive me?” her narrowed eyes softened and her pupils grew in a more friendlier manner.

Her ears were now fully erect and her tail wasn’t flickering as much as she now began to purr.  I slowly reached my hand out and she headbutted my fingers before giving my wrist an affectionate lick.  I picked her up and carried her over to our bed and she immediately began to spin around and kneed right near (Y/n)’s feet before letting out a yawn.

I got under the covers and held (Y/n) close to me right as Demeter lay there in what (Y/n) and America refer to a cat’s ‘bread loaf’ style. Her purrs had gotten louder as she closed her eyes and fell asleep right at our feet.  I lay my head against the pillows but buried my face into (Y/n)’s hair taking in her scent.

She was back with me, and I won’t risk losing her again even by my own hand.  

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[primeministerofantarctica]

Scratching under your door do you have any batmankai thoughts

"I still think this is a bad idea."

"Aw, come on, Sakyo," Izumi leaned over the armrest and poked him, grinning. "It's only a few weeks in the most crime-ridden city in the world! What could possibly go wrong?"

Banri's head popped up from the seat in front of them, holding his cell phone aloft. "It says here that Gotham's murder rate is three times the national average."

"Right," Sakyo narrowed his eyes and directed his gaze across the aisle and a few rows up, where Chikage was typing on a laptop. "Remind me why Utsuki chose this destination for our company vacation."

He'd sworn he'd muttered it, but Chikage paused, turned around, and smirked.

"Um, because this is your last chance to see that Phantom of The Opera show before it closes and vacation homes in New Jersey are dirt cheap?" Izumi offered.

Sakyo sighed.

"Hey now," Izumi leaned into his shoulder. "I'm sure nothing too bad will happen! Those murders are only 'cause of the wack-job villains running around, so as long as we play it safe we should be fine."

"I bet I could take Two-Face."

"Shut up, Settsu," Juza yawned and mumbled with his eyes closed.

"Besides," she kissed his cheek, "Gotham's supposed to have that Batman guy and other heroes too, right?"

x

"Now when reading Oedipus Rex from a modern perspective, it's easy to read Oedipus as having no free will of his own. However, it's important to analyze the actions he took that did lead to the prophecy becoming..."

Omi bit back a yawn. Go on vacation, sure. Hey, here's a free week-long lecture series about Ancient Greek theatre, sure. Why not. But would it have killed them to not host the lectures at 7 am?

Then the door slammed open, and he was immediately jolted out of his thoughts.

Six foot something. Definitive muscle. Dark curls with a dyed white streak. Omi was halfway through scanning his arms for tattoos before remembering oh, yeah, this is America, and then, more importantly, realizing that new guy had finished talking to the lecturer and was now sitting right next to him.

"Hey," he said under his breath, because it never killed anyone to be polite.

New guy glanced over at him quickly. His eyes were weirdly green, almost like acid. "Hey," he muttered back.

And that was how Omi's week went. The guy - Omi had introduced himself to him, but when asked for his name the guy had hesitated briefly before saying "Peter", so he took that answer with a grain of salt. (Not that he blamed him. He'd be paranoid as hell if he lived here too.) - always arrived a few minutes late and was quick to leave once it was over. He always came in bloody, too, like he'd just got back from a bar fight. A split lip, a black eye, a cut above his brow that matched the other scars on his face. The other students didn't make a big deal out of it. Maybe it wasn't a big deal to them.

Omi slid a bento box across the bench two days in. The guy blinked in surprise, but accepted it nonetheless.

Five minutes later, his hand shot up. The lecturer stopped. "Yes?"

"First of all, Medea was totally justified in killing Glauce, and Jason was a fucking bitch who totally deserved everything he had coming to him- ."

On Thursday, the guy put a tupperware container of snickerdoodle cookies in front of Omi and nodded, like they'd just completed a secret deal.

"You do photography?" It was more of an observation than a question, as he stared at Omi's camera bag (he was planning to go out and photograph the campus after this, just to preserve the memories).

"Yeah. Are you interested?"

He shook his head. "My..." he paused "...stepbrother's into that stuff."

"Really? That's cool. Do you think he'd mind if I asked to see some of his pictures?"

"Dunno," he shrugged. "We don't really talk much."

"Oh." Omi could read the room well enough to change the subject. "Your hair's pretty cool. How often do you have to dye it?"

"S'not dyed."

"That's...natural?"

The other guy chewed the inside of his cheek and looked away. "...No."

On Friday, he wordlessly passed a stack of photographs over to Omi. City skylines. Urban closeups. A girl with dark hair posing in a black leotard.

"Your stepbrother's pretty good."

"Don't tell him that," he huffed, but there was a small smile on his face.

x

Dick's feet landed on the rooftop with a thud. He didn't even have time to congratulate himself on the landing - perfectly executed backflip on four inches of steel beam fifteen stories up, thank you very much - before he was immediately off again, chasing after the guy who had just taken some super-expensive gemstone from the history museum. Like, straight out of the glass case in the middle of the night! Who even did that?

Okay, a lot of people, Dick internally corrected as he parkoured down a fire escape. But at least those people had the mind to wear ski masks.

Now the guy had stopped.

"Are we done?" Dick asked. He hated chasing criminals. Running wasn't an issue, he could do that for hours and not break a sweat, but it was so boring. He'd rather be fighting them head-on so they could at least hear his quippy (and necessary, fuck off B) commentary.

"Are you?" The other guy spun around on his heels. "Okay, then. That was fun!"

It only takes him a second to recognize the last sentence as Japanese, and then another to thank his lucky stars for once that Bruce had been a paranoid bastard that insisted he learn the language "just in case".

("Just in case of what, B? You think I'm going to run into trouble in Tokyo or something?")

(He did, but that was besides the point.)

"Yeah, sure." Dick put his hand on his hip. "Look, I don't want any problems, so why don't we just head on back to the museum and I'll pretend this didn't happen. Capiche?"

"Can I keep the triangle?"

"The triangle?"

He held up the gemstone. Dick squinted - now that he was looking at it, it was vaguely triangular. He didn't see why that was important, though. Unless....

His eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me you're a new villain whose shtick is triangle-related crimes." And he thought Condiment King was bad.

The guy laughed. "I could be!" He skipped over until he was right in front of Dick. "Do you have any triangles for me~?"

Dick racked his brain. "I'll buy you a bag of Doritos if you put the gemstone back."

"Deal!" he beamed. "Race you back to the museum?"

It took ten minutes to put the gem back in it's case, and another five for Dick to hack into the security system to erase any evidence. (Oracle would still see it, but at least the employed guards would be none the wiser.) He bought the guy a bag of spicy Doritos from the 7/11 too, just as promised.

"Well, that was fun. Do me a favor and get your weird compulsions fulfilled legally next time, please." He stretched and reached for his grappling hook, ready to take off now that the situation was more or less handled.

"Wait!"

Dick froze and looked back. "Yeah?"

The guy was flipping through his backpack and mumbling. "I know I packed it I know it's in here where is it where - aha!" He pulled out a scrap of paper and pen triumphantly.

"Can you sign this for me, please? My roomie's a big fan of Nightwing and I promised him I'd get your autograph."

Dick stared at the paper for a few seconds before laughing. "Sure, sure." He signed the paper with a flourish and handed it back over. "You know, there's easier ways to get my attention, kid."

"Maybe," he grinned. "But this way was more fun."

x

Muku had done everything right once they were in Gotham. He didn't go out after dark. He didn't go out without a buddy. He stayed away from the windows and didn't talk to strangers, not even the person who delivered their pizzas, because any of them could be the Joker in disguise and he'd end up dead in a ditch in New Jersey of all places.

So why was he, now, in a dark alley surrounded by three towering grown men glaring and cracking their knuckles?

It didn't matter why, he just was. All alone, in the middle of the night, about to get murdered.

The first man grabbed his arm. Muku dropped his bag and screamed.

Five blocks away, Tim put his hamburger down. "That doesn't sound good."

It took less than a minute for him to grapple across the rooftops and swing down into the alley that Babs had pointed him to - three suspects from the trafficking ring Jason had been going after versus one high school kid. The odds were not good. He landed in the alley, staff at the ready. And stopped.

"Uh..."

A kid with pink curls and tear tracks down his face startled. "Oh! You...you're one of those heros, right? Um, Robin?"

"Red Robin. Close." He collapsed his staff and put it back in its receptacle. "So, what, uh..." he looked at the three very unconscious traffickers, "happened here, exactly?"

Pink kid started crying again. "I-I went to the store to get Motrin because my friend was cramping and forgot to pack any meds and I thought it would be okay to walk five minutes to the store because I'm an eggplant-brained idiot who doesn't think at all-"

He was rambling now. Tim put his hand up. "Whoa hey, it's okay! I hear enough self-depreciation at home, thank you very much." He jabbed his thumb over to the men. One of them groaned. Pink kid yelped and kicked him reflexively.

"What about those guys?"

Pink kid sniffled and wiped a hand across his nose. "I took a self-defense class."

"...Right."

Tim handed over a kleenex and picked the bottle of Motrin up from the ground. "The seal's unbroken, so it's still good. You want me to walk you home?"

"I-I don't want to be any trouble...."

"Hey, you said your place is only a few minutes away, right?"

"Um, yeah, it's two streets down."

"Then it's no trouble at all."

Muku wiped his eyes and smiled. And sure, maybe he could take out three men by himself, but something about the red and black-clad hero walking next to him just made him feel safe. Like a knight, or a prince, or-

He wondered if Veludo Way was in the market for superheroes.

#ask #mxddyhero

[unhinged404]

anyways hi again rant blog today’s topic: the cruelty to dream after his face reveal because my babygirl is supposedly getting slaughtered on the internet though idgaf and he doesn’t either because he’s currently having the best week of his life 🫶🫶🌟🌟🌟

anyways. I’ve managed to curate a great social media experience bc the only hate I’ve seen at all was when I actively went out searching for it—aka browsing dwt2 and seeing what their thoughts on threads and shit were—or seeing people discourse post about what was happening.

What I HAVE seen is a lot of shit going around about how people's bodyshaming and bullying is rooted in the fact that he’s a bad person but it’s really telling that most of what they’ve heard is from a game of horrendously broken telephone: he’s racist, ableist, homophobic, a master manipulator, etcetera, and their proof is either an outdated and addressed google doc callout or a twitter thread that is half made up.

I'll be the first to admit Dream's past and his first year and a half or so of content creation weren't handled the best—I joined up probably halfway through that time period, I was here for the war cry situation, I was here for the speedrunning, I was here for the ableist stuff that he did, and for the supposed d0xxing of the black lesbian during june 2021. So with such a long (and by no means exhaustive) laundry list of supposed bad things he's done, how could anyone continue to support him???

Well, the answer is simple—I watched him change. He WAS someone who grew up in a toxic gaming environment that I also grew up tangential to. I knew how bad it got because I had friends in the exact same circles. Same paths of right-leaning home values bleeding into right-leaning online gaming circles causing kids that I knew were good people when I met them falling down deeper and deeper into that same pipeline. I don't keep in contact with most of them anymore, but I more than anything hope that they gained the same wisdom Dream did and changed for the better. Because they are intrinsically good people.

Over the past 2 years, I've watched Dream unlearn a lot of the shit that he thought he knew, seen him take the time to talk with people who want to see him change for the better. He's a smart cookie and someone fundamentally good, and he's really learned a lot since I started watching him. If you read his most recent pastebin, it's plain as day that he understands the weight of his past actions and that he regrets it. I've read a lot of his apologies, and that one took the cake for sincerity and regard for the impacts of his history. The temperamental, stubborn asshole that I first followed on Twitter doesn't exist anymore. He's mellowed out a lot, he's learned a lot from his mistakes, and the biggest thing is that there's nowhere in his content where the supposed homophobia or racism or whatnot even have a CHANCE to bleed into his content.

That leads me into what I think is one of my biggest gripes with Dream controversies: they're based off of things that came from borderline, if not fully, illegal sources or just generally stalker-ish behavior. Like the Reddit account that supposedly was shared with a co-worker? People had to find deleted accounts, use waves and waves of the wayback machine and when that failed, used other methods to try and dig up something that was obviously never meant to be found and had no parallels in the present. Don't even fucking get me started on the fact that his personal information became a trend to post on social media?? Like how fucking horrible does the internet have to be to understand that there is no reason why a Minecraft YouTuber deserves to see information that could endanger him and his family on the trending page of multiple social media sites. Even shit that didn't really escape the fandom but turned a lot of people away came straight from KF and the worst depths of the internet. If that doesn't tell you that stuff like that shouldn't be touted regardless of the target, idk what will.

He's a 23 year old guy. He's made many many bad decisions and done a lot of stupid shit as a kid and as a growing creator. But the level of cruelty that has come from people about his face because they think he's a bad person is complete bullshit. Regardless of the person, if they're truly horrible, there are a billion ways to criticize them without bringing looks into it. Yet Dream isn't that horrible person. Nearly every controversy he's been in has been addressed and he's certainly the punching bag for a larger trend in the gaming community because the things that I've seen from him are the exact same things I've seen a million times from others at the same time. He provides love and support to people regardless of their background, seems to regularly give back to people, and strives to be a source of comfort to the massively diverse audience that I've met in my time as a Dream stan.

But yeah, there really isn't any reason to complain, I haven't actually seen much hate despite there supposedly being an ample amount, and I'm going to keep it that way! We finally are getting tons of content from the guys and they're happier than ever meeting each other, fans, and friends. :]

p.s. he's definitely not an ugly guy! genuinely I think he's on the attractive side of 'normal guy' and he's cute and pretty. he also acts so babygirl I love him even though he's truthfully not my type. he's perfect anyways bc my 'type' and measure of attractiveness is subjective and he has a golden personality

[irl-kaeya]

Genshin Diary Entry #13

Welp, it official. The last act in the Summer chapter is by far the best part of Genshin right now, though I might be biased.

This whole act, from beginning to end was so fun and interesting!!! The build up was great and I'm glad they took the time with it cause the last few scenes are PACKED and deserve all the set up they need. God where do I start!? This entry is probably going to be brief and like, not analytical at all, because I'm thinking of doing a more in depth post about the whole chapter as a whole.

Firstly, I really enjoyed the little episodes with each character to prepare everything for the plan. I've already talked about Cyno and Dehya, but I was also excited to see Nilou and that you get walk around with her a bit!

Alhaitham's "betrayal" actually had me fooled for a while, but probably because I didn't trust him at all until this point lol. The scene where he uses the divine knowledge capsule was so... violent?? It felt more violent and realistic than anything else we've seen I think. Sumeru in general has really upped the quality and viscerality of these cutscenes. Either way, it was super cool and Alhaitham is a smart cookie 👍

Mini thing to point out, but I was super happy how much Aether talked while he was reaching out to Nahida!! Sumeru has blessed me with more traveller voicelines and for that I'll treasure it.

And now of course; the big bad. Scaramouche fight was fucking epic dude. The dialogue before it started, his mecha suit, the music..... I'm actually excited to relive it. Although, it's possible that my game bugged. Please let me know if that's the case: in the seconds phase during the first part when the mech stands up, isn't there supposed to be a section where you get up on a platform and attack his chest? It's possible I misunderstood the screen shots I've seen in the past, but I just thought it was weird that I was in that phase of the fight for like, 5 seconds and then it just took me into another cutscene. Thank you!

Scaramouche is already the most interesting character in the game, from his story, personality and relationship with the traveller. I'm pretty sure the interlude quest is about him? So I'm bouncing off the walls excited to get to know him.

Finally I did want to mention Nahida and the ending to this chapter. I'm serious, this arc made me actually cry. She has so quickly become one of my favourite characters and ahhhhhh, I have so many thoughts and feelings. I will be talking about her A Lot. Apparently it's effecting me more than I thought, because this morning while I was walking to work and listening to some of the genshin demo songs, I started tearing up to Nahida's theme. I've got it bad man.

OH YEAH AND HIGHLIGHT OF THE WHOLE EVENING OF ME FINSIHING THIS PART??? KAVEH IS HERE!!! he's all that matters actually. That one scene single handedly obliterated any respect I was building up for alhaitham lmao, what an asshole /j

Hhhghghough lots of feelings rn, so I think I'm gonna take a slight break and just farm for a while. I recently became obsessed with making character building tables for myself, so I might as well put them to good use. Thank you to anyone and everyone that has been reading my silly little thoughts <3

#max's genshin diary #genshin impact #sumeru spoilers

[strangelysamantha]

 crumbled cookies ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: abuse/hitting, hate speech, fat shaming, bullying, insecurities, swearing, fighting, jj’s dad, luke (yikes!) mad jj, mention of pills. 

words: 3,365.

summary: you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

request? nope, but requests are open :)

a/n: i randomly thought about this, i obviously don’t believe that us plus size baddies should ever be insecure, but i thought it would be a nice little angst imagine with fluff at the end! if you could, please comment and like if you enjoyed it, thank you! after i write a few requests i will proofread my stories :)

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jj hadn’t answered any of your texts, usually this would worry you, but you understood that sometimes he just needed some space to be alone. you surprisingly were used to this because he always disappeared, and if he genuinely needed you, he knew where to find you. it also wasn’t bothering you because he had only been MIA for a few hours.

you, assuming that jj was just overwhelmed, decided to stay home and bake homemade cookies. jj always complimented your cookies, he loved taste testing them, and more importantly, he loved how you put so much effort into making them perfect, even if you were only making the cookies for him. jj wouldn’t admit it, but he definitely didn’t see you as just a friend. he didn’t know how he viewed you. he was too confused for his own good with his emotions. all he did know was that he depended on you, and that he never wanted to lose you. it would ruin him,  especially if he had done something to intentionally lose and hurt you.

you preheated the oven, excited to use a new cookie flavor for jj. you danced lightly to the music playing in the background of your kitchen, softly humming along as you gathered the dry ingredients, mixing them together. it was a fun little game you guys played, where he’d try and guess what extra ingredients you added that affected the cookie's flavor. he almost always got it wrong, but he was so cute sitting there always trying to guess it right, when he didn’t even know that much about cooking anyway.

unbeknownst to you, you were completely unaware of his feelings, despite the same feelings bubbling in your heart too. jj was your best buddy, and obviously you guys had flirtatious banter but it was nothing too serious. it didn’t help that every girl jj had a one night stand with, was the complete opposite of you. how could he like you, when every girl he fucks was not only skinny, but also rich, and mysterious?

pope wasn’t on your side either. he would always express how nauseated he felt when jj would jokingly flirt with you, and openly play with your feelings. he was quite vocal in scolding you when you would tell him that jj blew you off, or jj had pissed you off. deep down you did agree with pope, he wasn’t wrong.

a beep was heard from the oven as it was fully preheated. you had fully completed the cookie dough, now adding the most important ingredients. you decided to be nicer, and chose an easier flavor for jj to guess. you did this just in case something was seriously wrong he could at least be lifted up for guessing it right. m&ms and hershey’s kisses would be mixed together, creating a chocolate m&m hershey cookie, with added caramel on top. you quickly evenly separate the dough, before placing it in the oven waiting for it to rise.

the timer in the kitchen went off as you pulled the cookies out of the oven, careful to not burn yourself. you stick a knife into the cookie to ensure it was fully cooked before smiling contently to yourself. you let them cool off as you got dressed and prepared to go to jjs house.

you added caramel before sliding four cookies into a ziplock baggie. the cute baggy had a drawn on heart and a nice message for him. you didn’t expect to stay long, and you honestly didn’t even know if he would be home.

when you arrived to jjs house it looked vacant and abandoned. the nerves finally catching up to you as you realize he hasn’t talked to you all day. you knock on the front door, waiting for a response but you are left standing there waiting. you frown before hesitatingly walking down the steps. you look up when you hear a car approach, and a glimmer of hope flashes your mind as you thought it was jj, but instead it was his dad.

your heart was beating fast, and you didn’t know what to do. you waited to see if luke would talk but he just looked at you confused, and obviously annoyed. you shook your head quickly, “i’m so sorry, i was just going to drop these off for jj, but he’s not here so i’ll be on my way.” you smile softly, and start to walk away but his strong arms grab yours. you’re startled since his reaching for your elbow was quite unexpected.

“well you are already here. might as well get it over with.” his voice was unrecognizable as his emotions weren’t clear. you nod shyly. “no really i don’t want to inconvenience you, i can come at another time.” he shakes his head before walking to his door, opening it as the door loosely opens entirely, hitting against the wall to its side. you walk behind him being extra cautious in case he tries to grab you again.

you walk straight to the kitchen to set the bag of cookies on the counter, which was no use since right when you placed the bag, luke had scooped it into his hand reading the note. “oh, so you are the one dating my son?” your face twists in confusion. “no, no. jj and i are just friends.” you laugh awkwardly, swaying from feet to feet. the floors creak beneath you causing you to stop shaking back and forth. “okay good.” his eyes look up and down your figure as his mouth forms into a line. “i wouldn’t want him dating someone like… you.” his words hurt, but you didn’t want to break down in front of him.

you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare so you hurried to put an end to the conversation. “uhm. okay, welll thank you for letting me drop them off, i appreciate it mr. maybank.” you nod softly before he states, “no.” you turn over to him, “no?” you repeat as more of a question. your patience wears thin as you notice the cookies are still in his hand, and he is carefully undoing the ziplock that concealed the cookies.

he pulled a cookie out, before admiring it closely. “chocolate chip m&m caramel cookie. very yummy, very good choice.” you avoid eye contact, trying to focus on anything else displayed in the room. “and it’s still warm.” he stares at you as he takes a bite of the cookie, its crumbs slowly falling from where he sunk his teeth in. “it’s quite good.” you smile softly, “thank you… but-.” he cuts you off completely. “of course you, of all people, would be bringing him cookies. i’m not surprised, i can see you are trying to fatten my son.” his words stung you because this wasn’t what you were expecting. his father seemed intoxicated, and before you could leave it seemed like he still had stuff to say to you.

“yes the cookies are good, but they don’t excuse you for lying to my face. you are just like my ex wife… lying, scheming, going behind my back, but still creating delicious snacks.” you stumble back a little, as shock sets over you. “how did i lie?” you ask, quite confused as you hadn’t even talked to him that much. “i know you’re dating jj! i see his hickies i see that when he leaves this house it’s always to meet with your fat ass.” his words hold no meaning, he was just a lousy drunk taking his anger out on the closest thing to him. you stayed silent, when he suddenly shook his head before grabbing the rest of the cookies and throwing them on the floor, jumping on the bag, completely squishing them.

the once yummy cookies, now downgraded into a small pitiful pile that was brutally smeared against the kitchen's tile. your heart speeds up as his eyes are focused on yours, as if trying to read your emotions. “i’m sorry, but i’m not sure what i did to deserve you ruining my cookies?” your tone comes out sassier than intended which definitely didn’t help your case.

“pick it up.” he threw paper towels towards you, as he waited patiently for you to clean up his mess. you silently obeyed scooping your mutated bakery treat up. you got most of it cleaned, but you ran out of napkins. you bite your lip trying to think of a quick solution to finish picking it up so you could possibly leave, but it’s too late because he’s already grabbing your arm forcing you up. tears stream down your face, while you contemplate your choices.

before you could even register what had just happened, his hand had collided with your cheek, as he screams hurtful comments. “you are good for nothing. i honestly hope that jj didn’t choose you, because if he did, that would make him an embarrassment to this family.” he pushes you to the floor, and you quickly try to stand up so you can leave. you hurry to the door, but he catches you before you could get in your car and drive away. 

“you can't tell anyone about this. i swear if you tell anyone...” his tone is laced with venom and your face scrunches up in confusion. “dont act stupid! god this is why people treat you the way they do.” you look at him one last time before he sends a fast fist to your face, that hits the side of your nose, and your eye. your face begins to pulse as the blood rushes to the quick forming bruise. you couldn't think straight as everything had happened so fast. all you wanted to do was drop off cookies, but somehow you were now being punished just because you resembled this man's wife. your breath is shaky as your tears are starting to slow down, but they are still evident on your cheeks. 

jj’s dad stumbled backwards as if he had finally realized what he had done, before he eventually collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. as he landed on the couch, multiple loose pills fell from his pockets ensuring you that he wasn't mentally in the right place, and he was very obviously intoxicated.

you avoided jj at all costs, which was actually easy since he hadn't even contacted you. you were dreading his routine appearance that was bound to happen soon. you knew it was inevitable, he hasn't missed a nightly check in once, and you had been doing it for months. when you first met the pogues you were slightly scared since you were new in town and you didn't have any friends. so, jj took you under his wing. he quickly became protective over you, which is why he created this elaborate plan to sneak into your bedroom before bed every night. whether it was to just chat, talk about your day, or even just cuddle. you could always expect him at your window at around the same time every night.

usually you would confide in jj, ask for his advice. granted his advice isn't the greatest but it does help that he listens to your problems. not tonight. that wasn't the case. if anything, you wholeheartedly hoped that he would forget, or he would be too busy. he hadn't seen you since before your whole encounter with his father. you wondered if his father had told jj about what he did, and if he did, how did jj react?

you glance at the clock noticing that in the next ten minutes jj would be climbing his way into your window. your body was shaking with nerves as you glanced in the mirror. your black eye was a dead give away that something had happened. could you even tell him the truth? what if you lied, and then he called you out on it saying he already knew about it because his father told him. you contemplated every outcome of the future event that you weren't even ready when he slightly tapped your window. you quickly pulled on sunglasses that easily blocked your eye.

you smile widely, sliding your window up as he gracefully lands on your floor without making a noise, a talent he had perfected. “hey princess!” he has a huge grin on his face, his goofy smile is reason enough as to why you can't break the news to him about what his father did. “hi!” jj pulls you into a hug and you gladly take it. you wrap your arms tightly around his abdomen, as his arms are rubbing your hips. the hug ends and he slowly pulls away, his hands lingering on your hips before he grabs your hand to move to the bed. “do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” jj asked. you waited, contemplating your choices. “either way is fine, you can choose.” you smile as he immediately gets into the little spoon position.

“hey i forgot to ask you why you are wearing those stupid glasses inside.” he laughs lightly as he reaches for them and you completely jump off the bed, scared he actually grabbed them in time. luckily, you were fast enough and the glasses were still settled on your face. “i have a horrible headache, that's all.” you nodded as his face slowly fell, he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. he glanced up at you. “we can turn the lights off so it isn't as bright in your room.” you shook your head at his compromise. “princess, i need to see your pretty face before i can declare that you are okay.” you hesitated, trying to piece together a quick story that you could tell him to explain how you wounded up with a gruesome bruise. he wasn't going to leave unless he knew you were okay.

he watched you intently, trying to see what you were hiding. “before i show you please promise me you won't freak out.” you reach for his hands and he grabs them in return, slowly nodding. “no, that's not going to count. please tell me that you won't be angry at me.” his heart swiveled up inside his chest as he heard that you thought he would be mad at you. “i promise that whatever you are about to tell me won't make me upset, and that i could never stay mad at you.” you nodded to his words. “okay so you know what you just said?” he tilted his head confused, “yeah?” you breathe in, trying to calm your nerves. “remember that.”

you hesitantly reach your arm up to expose your once hidden eyes. at first it doesn't register so he stares at you blankly. but the moment he saw it, he was already standing up, and freaking out. “hey you said you wouldn't be mad!” he ran fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes wide. “what the fuck…? i said i wouldn't be mad if YOU did something, i never said anything about not getting mad when it involves someone else!” he looks back at you and immediately investigates your eye. his jaw clenched as he looked above you, his hand gripping your chin. “who the fuck did this to you?” you stayed quiet, until he looked down at you waiting for an answer. 

silence fills the room leaving it eerily silent. “i can't tell you jj,” he laughs, shaking his head, “that's a funny joke, now tell me what happened and who the fuck hit you?” you looked away. “jj there's nothing you can do.” he followed along with your shenanigans. “and why is that?” you couldn't look at him so you looked at the floor. your silence was only making him more worried. “who was it actually? who are you protecting!?” he was getting frustrated. “fine. i'll tell you, only because i know you'll find out sooner or later.” he pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding your thigh, while the other grabbed your curvy hip. you took a deep breath before continuing. “okay. earlier today i baked you cookies and i stopped by your house so i could drop them off. but your dad was there, and i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was my fault. okay?” 

he shook his head, his grip on your thigh tightening. “you're telling me that my father gave you a black eye?” his tone was shockingly low as he absorbed every word you said. “yes. and he stomped on the cookies i made you.” his chest started heaving. “i fucking hate him! everything in my life he has to ruin. you, you mean so fucking much to me, and he’s over here throwing punches at you!” you stayed quiet. “jj?” he looked down at you, trying not to get too worked up because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, “yes princess?” you hesitated with what you were going to say. you leaned your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“i- okay, i really appreciate you, but i can't have you getting hurt because of me. you're not my boyfriend, and you don't have to protect me anymore. i know you feel obligated with that pact we made when i first moved here, but you don't have to inconvenience yourself by coming over here every night, or by fighting people who harass me, or anything. jj, i feel so bad that you are roped into this position because i never intended for this to happen.” he stays silent, “no way am i leaving you. princess, please throw that thought away right now. i’m here for you always. and i am going to continue to protect you because even if i'm not your boyfriend, that doesn't mean i don't want you safe.”

you are so stunned by his response that your breath gets caught in your throat. “what do you mean?” he smiles looking down, his hands finding themselves comfortable around your hips. “what i'm saying is, that i do want to be your boyfriend. i want people to know how much you mean to me, and i want the whole world to be jealous that i have you, and they can't have you. i want to be the one who protects you. so, if you'd want me too, i'd love to be your boyfriend, if not that is completely okay.” you stared at him, “jj, you'll never know how long i've wanted to do this.” he looks at you confused before your lips connect to his. you run your hand through his hair, while the other hand is sitting on his jaw. his hands hungrily grasp your hips as he pulls you closer to enhance the kiss. you both pull away, smiling.

you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

eek i hope this was good <333. perhaps a part two...???

#jj maybank #plus size reader #jj maybank x plus!reader #jj maybank x reader #maybank #jj #jj maybank angst #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader angst #outerbanks imagines #outerbanks fanfic #fiction #writing #jj maybank plus size reader #jj x fem!reader #jj maybank x fem!reader

[kakyogay]

sunny can see ghosts au thing (might edit later to add or remove ideas)

//cw mentions of suicide and sh because I think it applies here idk I'm bad with content warnings

Have some doodles and stuff from the haha funny sunny can see ghosts au because I kinda just left anyone who might have been curious about it with just a single peice of art and a tiny bit of context. I just got back into fnaf and have only been drawing it for the past few weeks so I don't have a lot of omori content to post.

so here are some quick drawings and ideas I have or have had for the au along with spoilers (as if I didn't already spoil it in the first thing I posted about it)

not really spoiler art

(below: frames from an animatic that I really liked but gave up on. idk might redraw it one day)

not really spoiler ideas

WITH THE HELP OF GHOST MARI THEY COULD MAKE HER COOKIES THAT WOULD BE SO ADORABLE

Heromari canon so true

sunny is a little more outgoing because trauma isn't as bad

sunny has come to terms with what happened (because mari accepted his apology) while basil bitch is still an anxious little fucker

aubrey is still a delinquent but she is living with kim because fuck you she deserves better

mari can play the piano (HAUNTED PIANO😱😱😱😱)

okay onto the spoiler/angsty stuff

spoilers and serious/angsty art

spoilers and serious/angsty ideas

the only people who know about hero's true passing is sunny and kel because his parents are lowkey scummy and said he died in a car accident or something instead of suicide (kel doesn't know that sunny knows tho)

hero hates his parents for how they reacted to his death

basil maybe knows about hero's death but aubrey never saw his grave or heard about it so learning it was a huge suprise (might be changed later idk)

sunny has these weird dreams of this strange looking kel in situations that resemble things that could happen (all relating to suicide or sh). somewhat reminding him not to fall for the happy persona kel presents most of the time. (because angst)

hero spends some nights with mari playing ghost chess or playing piano because I don't think ghosts can sleep

extra more kel focused stuff (very emo and very uh projecting)

He doesn't want to bother others with his issues so he hasn't had anyone to really vent to (fluffy vent chapters????😳😳😳😳😳)(also my dumbass projecting)

the wrist bands he wears hides his sh (could be bruises, cuts, or whatever eccsesive scratching can cause depending on how edgy he gets overall. I don't want to make the guy too emo)

he is more prone to panic attacks especially when everyone starts getting angry at eachother (forshadowing????)

alright that's all I have for now Idk if I will every actually write this out or just make up scenes in my head and maybe draw them out so yeah have a beautiful day/afternoon/night idk whenever you read this and I'll maybe not forget about this.

#idk what to name this au #omori au #omori kel #omori sunny #omori fanart #omori au fanart #omori mari #whatever :) #proofread in the morning after school dumb head >:(

[lmanburgbeloved]

Lovers Always Have The Toughest Decisions

new beginnings • 2

part 1

a c!dream x reader

summary: getting used to living with your ex, a man you barely know, and the guy you consider your dad is going to take some getting used to, this is the first step to that journey.

warnings: lots of swearing, c!dream killing tommy and threatening tubbo are both briefly mentioned, c!dream kind of tries to manipulate you, mentions of being kicked out by bio family but finding phil

all you could think of was Tommy, how hurt he'd be if he knew you helped hide Dream from punishment. how he'd never trust you again for siding with his murderer, 'i'm not on anyone's side' you tell yourself, yet here you are, cooking fried potatoes and eggs for the blonde.

you'd all slept well, you thanked yourself for making four rooms instead of three, otherwise you would've possibly had to share a room with your ex.

you remember the day you broke up in great detail, considering how hard it is for you to remember most things, you were always surprised at how much you remember of Dream and the time you spent with him.

the flashback started before you could stop it, staring straight into the cooking potatoes your mind replayed the memory

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you begged Sam to let you in the prison the moment you learned of Tommy's revival, he trusted you so much that he let you in, he knew you wouldn't do anything as you respected him and his job. Sam would argue you were the most kind and considerate out of all the prisons visitors, you came to the place frequently, and would always bring him things like cookies, and sometimes even a cake, as a thank you.

you stepped into his cell, took one look at him and just said "why would you do that?" your eyes teared up "you sick fuck! i trusted you" wiping your eyes because of the tears you couldn't keep in "i trusted you to take care of my brother, i gave you chance after chance to leave him alone! and you never did! it's always you and your fucking mind games, isn't it Clay? aren't you just known for your twisted little mind games?" you glared at him.

shocked he stared at you "are you okay?" he had the audacity to sound worried for you, why couldn't he ever feel worried like he claims to feel for you toward your brothers.

"you never know when to stop, you're always trying to be one step ahead of everyone else" you scoff, looking up you continue, "why can't you just be okay with walking next to everyone, but your always steps ahead, and thinking you're better than everyone else for that! that's what makes it worse! you think you're better than everyone" you sigh, looking at him "you always thought you were better than me"

Dream went to walk toward you, arms out, but you put your hand up causing him to halt. you looked at him, and another scoff escaped your lips "i think this is it" wide eyes stared back at you, "no, no, no, you don't mean what i think you mean, do you?" he paused, then got louder "you love me! you can't give up on us just because i'm dealing with things you can't understand right now, if i was in your place i wouldn't do this!" you gave a content look "that's why you're not in my place Clay" you looked at the ground "you're saying mean things because you're hurt i'm doing this, i won't hold it against you as you never really talked to me like this before, but i am sorry that i'm breaking up with you, i do love you, with all of my heart, i fell in love with a different person than who i'm looking at though, and i deserve better" you turn around after calling to sam to let you through, you feel eyes on you, eyes that are hesitant in what to say, but the words that came next broke your heart

"i love you, my dear"

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coming back to reality you glance to your right to see Dream sitting at the dinning table reading a book, "so you're into reading now?" he glances up, surprised to hear your voice "i just picked the one off the shelf with the most wear, lets me know it's a good book" you let out a small quiet laugh "well it is," you nodded your head to the food before turning around and putting it on four plates "dinners done, might want to cover your ears" you smile "dinner!" you scream very loudly.

the sound of boots running was heard, then a crash soon after, "you boys alright?" you hollered, amused at your two friends, you didn't know Techno all that well, but he seems like a nice guy under that tough guy exterior, you're kind of excited to get to know him.

Phil, well he's been in your life for a while, you came to these lands with him in search for his son, and when he found him he sent you out to help those who needed care, that's when you met Tommy and Tubbo, you were with them when you saw Wilbur die.

Phil is like the father you never had, he found you at about age 16, freshly kicked out of your biological parents home for being 'up to no good', Wilbur had just left home to find the place he said he was destined to go, Phil watched you turn 18 and become an adult, and he continued to be there for every birthday after, your 21st is coming up in a couple months, 'my 21st stuck in a cabin with my ex, a man i barely know, and the man i call my dad'

"Techno totally almost broke your wall from running into it once i told him what you made for breakfast" he was laughing while speaking "Phil, you know that i-" Techno started but you cut him off "love potatoes, it's understandable, but if you guys don't get your plates, they'll get cold" you pointed to a bottle on the counter "there's ketchup if you guys want it" grabbing your plate you then go to sit down at the table "i want to sit next to Phil!" you sighed at the sentence, realizing that puts you sitting next to Dream.

sitting down you stick your fork into a potato, once the bite is in your mouth Dream gets up to grab his plate, in that time you looked out the window next to you, seeing trees all around, there was a few bunnies and a couple deer, the smile on your face was small, the three boys finally sat down with their plates.

"is it good?" you paused for a short amount of time, knowing they wouldn't answer with food in their mouths "actually don't tell me, i don't need my feelings hurt" you laughed before going back into eating.

it was a quiet moment, an occasional hum of approval would be heard every so often. you and Dream finished around the same time, both also getting up at the same time, the other two getting up shortly after, everyone put their dishes in the sink, and as you were getting ready to wash the dishes Dream grabbed your wrist and lightly pushed it away, looking up at him confused you tilted your head "you cooked, i clean" he softly smiled at you.

you took your wrist from his hand and gently set it on his shoulder, you said a soft "thank you" then walked off to your room, you got to the door and put your hand on the doorknob, you felt a strong feeling of sadness and disappointment, you glanced down the hallway you were in that had a straight shot view into the kitchen to see him doing the dishes, just like he said, before looking back at the door, after a pause you walked in, looking around the room, you took in the design, it was huge, the biggest bedroom in the house, it was definitely made for two, and that's the part that hurt.

you look to the right, directly at the door to the bathroom, that was something you told Dream you had to have if you're building a house, now looking to the left you see the closet door, it was a big walk in closet, he said that you guys just had to have it, you tried telling him you both don't have enough clothes to fill it, but he insisted and at the time you weren't going to say no to that man, you loved him, you wanted to give him the world.

loved or love? present or past tense? what is meant to be used when talking about this man? you know for a fact that you loved him at one point, but after the manipulation, the threatening to murder one of your friends that you considered your brother to control your other one, the actual act of murdering one of them? what do you feel?

you do still have love for him, but at this point you don't believe he deserves it. kindness? yes, that man needs at least one person to be kind to him after what he went through in that prison, he might have been an awful guy, but he did not deserve to be tortured.

the one thing that was on your mind everytime you were alone with your thoughts was 'how are the boys.. how is Tommy?' you wonder if he's clocked that you helped with Dream's escape now that you've went missing at the same time as the people that broke him out. maybe he thinks they kidnapped you? no, he's too smart for that. you know deep down in the pit of your stomach that he knows you betrayed him.

you let out a sad whisper "i'm so sorry Tommy"

#dreamwastaken #dream x reader #technoblade #philza #tubbo #tommyinnit #c!dream x reader #c!dream #c!technoblade #c!philza

[pen-observing]

request: baker mc with barbatos. + how you came to know and bicker with the man that looks like love.

MASTERLIST

People find joy in doing the things that they love and, right now, your joy is waking up earlier to see the sun’s rays against the counter of the bakery. They’re so beautiful to bask in and so rewarding once you remember all that it took just to be able to come into such a place. It takes real work.

However, the sun’s rays on this particular morning touch something else. They shine upon a sleek black envelope that was placed right in the middle of your counter.

How did it get here? You’ve always locked your door out of responsibility. Surely nobody managed to break in or something similar? Everything looks in order and nothing is stolen. With this, there is simply no reason for you not to open the little ‘gift’ that was there. Right?

Being a famous baker meant that sometimes you did receive letters but never in such a manner or such a style. They were usually in pastel envelopes; written by little kids with lots of doodles, sprayed with some overwhelming floral scent. And, they were charming indeed but this was allure inside of mystery.

You sit down at the table close to the window and open the envelope carefully. Sometimes you think that anyone who works in your business and actually manages to succeed has to have some childlike innocence. When kids are the only ones writing you such letters it makes sense.

You lay the delicate piece of paper and start to read.

Allow this letter not to alarm you in the slightest. I have come to notice some others on your counter a few days ago and deemed this to be the best way to approach you with an inquiry. Please, read it completely before you make your final judgement.   Do you happen to believe in the afterlife? Do you happen to be religious yourself?   Even if the answer to these two questions is a resounding no (which I have no way of knowing, I assure you) - please consider this offer.   You have been chosen as someone who can help create a bigger order amongst the three realms. We, my young Master in particular, believes in the power that can bring about a more harmonious coexistence. We have already had humans come to our domain but expansions have started because of that previous success. I hope this manages to assuage your initial feelings and any possible fear you might have. We are demons, I must say. I believe there is no use in lying or manipulating you because we are approaching you with a noble idea and goal that you can help come to fruition. We are inviting humans that are experts in their fields to teach us even more and you have been chosen as one of them.   If you hold any interest, please proceed to sign your name at the bottom right of this paper. If, however, you are not interested or are afraid – please place it back inside the envelope and it will automatically become ash.   Discard it carefully. I urge you not to get hurt.

Now you wish that this letter was full of doodles with a cupcake in the middle of the sun. Who was pulling such a prank? Was this a lousy attempt of the baker 2 streets down to intimidate you for the upcoming cake contest? You have to give him credit for his imagination at least.  

Who does he think he is to challenge you? Did he assume you would be afraid? Perhaps, you always were a bit too spiteful for your own good. And with that spite growing – you signed your name at the bottom right.

No need for fire and ash. No need to be scared of anything that this foolish letter stated. Right?  

“I would like to extend my outmost thanks for signing the letter.”

What? What was that voice? Fucking hell, how big is the joke the other baker is playing? You will be sure to leave him a 2 star review because only his cookies were decent but all you can do right now is turn around to the direction of the deep voice.  

10 steps behind you, and next to your entrance door, stands a man that reminds you of the moon. He has perfect posture and an overwhelming presence. He holds a hand over his chest and looks at you with eyes that cause reminiscence – you always wanted to get lost in such a magical sea.  

He is smiling at you but once he notices the shocked expression, he stops and raises one eyebrow. You’re both quiet. Well, this certainly is not that annoying baker. So, maybe, perhaps, possibly, in some way: the letter was not a joke?

“Please don’t tell me you did the same impulsive thing as the human that is a writer. Did you, by any chance, sign this letter thinking it was a joke?”  

Obviously, you fucking did. I mean come on?? Three realms?? Demons?? Who would believe such a thing? Really, your spite got the best of you.

“You are not answering and I suppose that much is an answer in itself. Before you express a desire to cancel it out, I have to let you know; that is a legally binding contract and if you try to break it the punishment will be severe. When I say legally binding, I mean by the laws of hell itself. But, do not be alarmed. Please.”

The personification of the moon asks if sitting at the table would be okay and begins to explain to you all of the things in detail. He does it with clear words and you can’t help but believe that this idea seems promising. And this man, while cold and collected, does not seem like a threat.

Truthfully, you have achieved such a big success already. Baking is art and as an artist it was always the main goal. Learn more. Consider yourself a student as long as you live. Be sure to take any opportunity because it means growth. After all, you’ve gotten this far using those ideals. Wouldn’t it be a shame to throw them away now?  

“And rest assured. You will be completely safe in the Devildom. I have been personally tasked with assuring your safety.”  

You’ve come to learn that his name was Barbatos – meaning philosopher in some old book you’ve read. It is so odd that someone new seems so dependable. Because of this you ask him the question any sane person would.

“Would you like a cupcake?”  

Yes, that indeed is the question any sane person would ask in your field. You already know there is no way to back out of this; not unless you wish to endanger your life. So, why not start an adventure if you already must?

You give Barbatos a cupcake and turn the sign to closed before going back behind the counter. The sign won’t change in the following year until you are free from the damned contract. You get overwhelmed with the realization that the sun’s rays will seep in but have nobody to actually greet once you leave. You realize how much you are going to miss this place. How are you supposed to leave it behind just like that?  

You touch your pocket and take out your phone. If you must leave and abandon this, then so be it – but you will have some tangible memories of your dedication. You need to have some tangible memories of this glowing morning.  

You start to take photos. Of what?   The bowl of small chocolates that people can grab on the way out and bring to others that they love. The door decorated with flowers. The very counter you stand behind and the rays of light that are on it. The seating arrangement, the wall with your achievements, clippings from magazines, newspapers and reviews.   Yes, you even take a photo of the child’s drawings with a cupcake inside of the sun. How ridiculous. And, oh, how much you’re going to miss this.  

The very last photo you take is of Barbatos. He is sitting at the table, looking outside the window. Maybe you shouldn’t but – he looks like he belongs here for whatever reason. And, deep down, you wish to remember him like this. Inside of a peaceful moment. You press the click and he turns around. He doesn’t say anything – he offers a slight smile. In that moment you freeze and realize that in his peaceful moment the smile reminds you of childlike love.  

Perhaps the following year will not be so bad after all.  

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“They call you the best in all of the three realms?” “Indeed.” “You put lemon-honey- syrup in your baklava. I refuse to believe you deserve it.”

Just because he reminds you of the moon and the deep waters; just because he gives you peace – it does not mean that professionally you will allow yourself to be inferior to him. Finding comfort with slight bickering became your idea of heaven and light in this place of darkness and hell-fire.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #barbatos #om! barbatos #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #obey me imagines #obey me fic #obey me barbatos #crack #kinda #fluff #also kinda #obey me headcanons #this started out as headcanons but i turned it into a fic cus #ya its barbatos come on #yall i cant cook or bake like i had no other way for this idea #should i write all my fics without caps letters it looks so pretty i know thats a trend #but like im an english major BIG AND SMALL LETTERS ARE IMPORTANT TO ME

[poisonousquinzel]

https://lady-ha-ha.tumblr.com/post/160715688748/is-that-comic-before-the-reboot-and-which-one-is

(I have not read this comic) Is this true? (if so, ivy deserves someone better).

Post

Kay, first off both of those people are Jarley shippers so take everything they say with a grain of salt and then some, cause no. that part isn't about how much Harley loves Joker and will always choose him over Ivy. Literally you can tell ops don't know what they're talking about cause her whole thing in those issues is going to kill him for years of graphic abuse but ultimately falls back with him once she’s face to face with him.

Like wow, congrats on missing the fucking point again but not surprised from people who ship her with The Fucking Joker.

also, ffs, can anyone please have basic comprehension skills and realize that Harley and Ivy are both fucked up sometimes because they’ve got issues and that’s not comparable to Joker’s long ass history of graphic and disgusting abuse.

Harley and Ivy are villains, they're not a wholesome cookie cutter, White Picket Fence, super vanilla ship with no bad moments. They're both bad guys with a fuck ton of trauma that they both have to work through, and have done so at this point. 

Gotham City Sirens was published between 2009 - 2011, Harley and Ivy weren't blatantly romantic at this point nor had they had anywhere near the development that they’ve had at this point.

Like don’t go into Harlivy content expecting them to be the perfect wlw rep with no flaws during their arcs from BTAS to current time cause that’s just not realistic. They’re both deeply flawed people who’ve got a fuck ton of trauma that they need to (and have) worked through. 

I have talked about the BTAS issues here and this post is good at explaining them too. 

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Harlivy is not and has never been a purely wholesome, goody-goody ship. They’re messy, they have issues, and they have bad moments sometimes, but they both worked through their seperate trauma and came out stronger and better because at the end of the day, they care about each other. 

Harlivy has messy, toxic moments sometimes, but they’re not, and have never been, abusive. There’s a difference between unhealthy moments and a ship being abusive. 

That’s completely different to how Joker acts Constantly, because he does not care that his actions towards Harley are abusive, because he doesn’t give a shit about her. 

He enjoys hurting her. He enjoys ruining her. 

Jarley has always been intended to be written and shown as a domestically abusive relationship.

This is also the first instance where it's directly referenced that there's something more than platonic between her and Ivy, other than the reference in Batgirl Adventures. 

Gotham City Sirens is also not connected to any verses.

This didn’t happen in the timeline we’re in rn with Harley Quinn (2014)/(2016)/(2021).

Comic timelines and shit are stupid and make everything more confusing and awful and I hate it sdfjdksksdkjsd

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this is gonna be a long post since ops wanna just cut and paste random bits of the issues like jarley stans always do (cause jarley never has good moments that aren’t entirely surrounded by him abusing her) I’m going to show them in full context. *added a keep reading cause it is a lot

(All panels shown are from #15, #18, #19, #20, #21, #23, #24, #25)

So, Harley's entire thing at this point in the GCS comic in that she's been triggered by flashbacks of Joker's abuse and she breaks into Arkham with the intent to kill him.

The entire thing in these issues is showing her smarts and how she knows people's trump cards to get under their skin so she can break into Arkham. 

She’s trained to identify these things in people and she's fucking good at pushing people's buttons. 

this is also just one of my fav Harley covers so I wanted to show it jsdjksdks

“Trump cards. Everyone has one. Places where the armor we build around ourselves is weakest.” 

She’s right. And it’s now shown that Harley’s willing to use those below the belt trump cards if she has to.  

And frankly, I’d say this is worse than what she says to Ivy. And I’m not surprised she did it. She didn’t want to, she tried to get him to just open the door - 

“Don’t make me do this, Aaron. There are some secrets that should stay hidden. Things you should never learn about your own life.” 

but she’s also entirely fueled by rage and the desire to kill Joker. She came here for a reason and she’s not leaving until she’s done it.

“I’m going to kill you. For everything you’ve done to me. All the times you’ve made me feel useless and small. For all the times I will never forget. For all the things I can never forgive. All the memories -”

“Hello, Harley. I’ve missed you.” 

“Memories. That’s all I have left. The past is gone and all I have is... memories. 

Memories.

Memory. 

Gone.

I guess I too have a trump card.”

“Oh, Ivy. You know exactly what my answer is going to be. But you’re hoping you’re wrong, aren’t you?”

She’s also right about this, they already mentioned this in #18.

“How did I become the bad guy?”

“You’re the one choosing a man over her girls.”

“Are you kidding me? You would never say that to Harley, and we both know she’d dumb us in a flat second if Joker called her.”

“Hey! That’s not fair-- Actually, that’s probably true.”

“The difference is, she can’t help it. You can. And she’s working on it. You’re not working on it.” 

“Too easy, Ivy. Too easy. I know your weak spots. Now I just need to push.”

This is exactly what she’s been doing since the starting point of this post. She’s still in that mindset and she knows she can’t beat her on a regular battle field. Neither of them can. 

“Like I said-- You beat me in any level playing field. But I don’t fight on those fields.” 

Harley’s biggest strength as a villain is her ability to completely mentally stall her opponents and learn their weak spots. She wouldn’t win against the majority of the Big Bads if she didn’t fight on a different field than they are. 

so, like yeah, out of context what she says to Ivy seems awful and completely screwed up, and it is, but it’s also built up really well and it’s completely in character for her at this point in her fall during these issues. 

Is what she did fucked? absolutely. It’s not painted that it’s not. 

Ivy Literally Goes To Kill Her For It.

In the end of this all three of them are recaptured by Catwoman and Batman and that’s where we’re starting off at again. 

“Oh, Harley.

The only human I’ve ever called a friend.

To what lengths will I go? Where are my own limits? She is the Strangler fig. And I am the tree, choking underneath. 

Without me, she could never grow. 

But without her, I would fall if I grew too tall.” 

“Will she ever stand by herself? 

Will she ever be ready? 

She is in throes of madness. She sees him, her brain flooding with adrenaline, it makes her excited, nervous, then the feelings start to fade, and she needs more. And more. 

She sees it as passion. She sees it as love. 

But it’s not. It’s addiction. And she’s relapsing.” 

Ivy is well aware of the nature of their relationship. She’s not stupid and she’s been shown already to know that it’s something that takes time. It’s not a one off break up and it’s over. That’s not how abusve relationships work. 

What do I do?

I could use my pheromones to alter her brain chemistry.

I could leave her behind abandoning her to the wilds of her own mind.

I could kill her right now.

Show her how red Nature can be.

There's one other option.

It would require patience.

Even love.

Maybe I'm more human than I want to admit.

"You have one chance to answer this."

I know, if she agrees, she'll be doing it for revenge. For him.

"She put us behind bars."

But maybe if I get away from this place, if I give her something else to think about. Maybe she can break the cycle. But it has to be her choice.

"I'm going to kill her. Come with me."

So yeah, it’s definitely not a just “Harley hurts her and runs off with Joker and it’s just a plain ol’ her choosing him over everyone and that’s that.” 

Jarley shippers love to just reduce all her scenes and arcs down to their “epic love” and shit, but that’s taking away literally everything about her and reducing it down to the 3 panels that they’re “cute” in. Her arc in this part is fucking heartbreaking to read.

And Ivy damn well knows what’s going on with her. She’s smart and she’s the one that’s been there throughout all of this. She found her in the park after he shot her out of a rocket. 

And she knows it’ll take time for Harley to get over and through his manipulation, that’s just how it works with abusive relationships. 

But she’s also not forgiving at first, she’s mad and rightfully so, until she sees the sate of Harley’s cell and realizes how bad her addiction is at that time.

A lot of the unhealthy moments on Harley’s side when it comes to them are directly caused from the effects of being in an abusive relationship with Joker. Because she’s always in this area of her journey in those moments. She’s never fully over him or emancipated. 

And that’s realistic. It’s hard sometimes to be friends with someone who’s in abusive relationships like theirs, having to watch them return to that person time and time again and it’s frustrating after a while. 

I know from personal experience, it’s really hard to watch someone you care about go back or forgive someone that continues to hurt them. 

But abuse victims desperately need a support system outside of their abuser. It’s a crucial part of being able to escape, because when they do try to get out they need someone there or they’ll literally have no where to go but back into their abuser’s arms.

It’s heartbreaking and it’s really rough for everyone effected, but that’s just how it is most of the time. Especially in their case, as they’re not just regular folk dealing with this. 

If she doesn’t have Ivy, Harley has no one else to go to but Joker, on more than just an emotional level. 

She’s lost her job. Her income. Her home. Her livelihood. Her everything.

Most of the time she has no other choice but to return to a life of crime after she’s released from Arkham because she can’t get a job, she’s a notorious criminal and she’s got a lot of issues that don’t just disappear with a bit of therapy. 

She has no other choice but to return to Joker because the other alternative is the streets. At least she knows what to expect with him. 

And that’s not even getting into the manipulation, gaslighting and degrading abuse that he drills into her constantly. 

He’s made her believe she’s not anything without him. That she’s not smart or useful or anything. 

And that’s why it’s so damn important for her to have a support system and why he’s so damn against Ivy. 

Because Ivy is the good voice on her shoulder telling her he’s wrong and that she doesn’t deserve that. 

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And on Ivy’s side, she’s aware she gets very near cutting off all parts of her humanity. 

She’s a plant goddess, she’s insanely powerful and she feels everything through the green. Frankly, she’s not even on the same playing field as these villains. She’s significanty more powerful than Harley and Joker. 

Her connection to Harley is what keeps her humanity in tack, because despite everything, she does care about her. She was the first person she let in, the first person Ivy called a friend. 

The person that was able to get through to her in #14/#15 when she was losing herself. The one that was able to get through to her that the dude was manipulating her. 

“Ivy, I know you think you love this guy... but you’re just gonna end up strapped to his rocket!”

She had to knock her out for the dude to trust her / not attack them anymore. But Harley got through to her by mentioning how they first met in the park when she saved her after Joker shot her off in a rocket.

And Ivy is understandable turned off towards humans considering her origin and trauma around that. 

She’s got a lot of trust issues.

But both of them work through their seperate traumas over the years because their affection for each other is stronger than the issues their trauma has given them.

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and also, sometimes, they just have shit writers. that’s an issue overall in comic fandoms. Some writers just fucking suck at getting any of the characters right, let alone LGBT characters, who’re notoriously treated like garbage by DC. 

#sorry if it came off a bit aggressive anon i don't mind ya asking <3 #ops just annoy me SDJSKSK #tw abuse #tw clown boy #long post #♦️ asks ♦️ #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #harlivy #gotham city sirens #me? rambling in detail about Harley? yup yup

[fanmoose12]

If you still take prompts, could you maybe write some more coffee shop/ teashop Levihan? Maybe them having normal nice lives while meeting there with friends, celebrating anniversary, maybe Levi proposing to Hange but she had a very bad day and nothing goes as planned...? Sorry to bother you I just love reading the fluff you create, it gives me so much joy...

It was his third attempt. Third. If that one fails, Levi would jump off a cliff. And take Erwin with him since previous two attempts were based off his advice.

Levi was a man enough to admit, his first failed attempt - a confession hidden inside a fortune cookie - was his own fault. He knew Hange never read those.

But his second failed attempt - oh, that was entirely on Erwin.

"No one can resist a good cupcake," he had said. His voice, as always, was full of passion and conviction, making Levi doubt if they really were talking about simple cookies, or Erwin was trying to entice him into joining another one of his political causes. "A cupcake with a clear enough message will surely convince Hange that your feelings are true."

A cupcake with a message? Convince Hange? Now, Levi definitely wasn't sure if they were talking about his pathetic love life or Erwin's next political agenda.

He hoped Erwin wouldn't request him to make cupcakes with provocative slogans on them. His cafe had a small clientele as it was, no point in alienating people even further.

But weirdo or not, Erwin was still slightly more experienced in that area than Levi himself was, and, unlike Mike, could keep his mouth shut around Hange, so... Unfortunately, he was Levi's only hope.

He listened to him and he made that damn cupcake for Hange, spending several nights at the bakery to make sure that it was absolutely perfect. The "I love you" written with cream on top of it made Levi embarrassed beyond compare, but, unfortunately, that was really how he felt. And he was tired of hiding it.

The cupcake was perfect, the note was adequate, the only thing left was to present it to Hange, live through mortification of having his personal feelings acknowledged and then receive that sweet, sweet kiss.

But Levi forgot one simple detail. It was February the 14th.

The damned St. Valentine's Day.

Hange didn't even bat an eye, as he put the cupcake in front of her. She simply thanked him for the coffee and then got back to her work.

Levi was ready to jump off the cliff right there and then.

Unfortunately, Nanaba had intercepted him before he went to find the tallest bridge in their city. She calmed him down, made him tea and encouraged to try again.

It was the last time, Levi decided. If his plan failed, then the cliff was waiting for him.

This one wasn't perfect too, but latte with a heart drawn on it, served to Hange long after St. Valentine's Day was bound to get the message across, right?

Besides, it required minimum amount of words from him, and it was the only plan he could think of that probably wouldn't make him combust on a spot as soon as his feelings were out in the open.

Should he have proceeded with Erwin's plan - the one, where he proposed to serenade Hange in the middle of his cafe - Levi would have died from mortification long before the first chorus came.

He watched a dozen of stupid youtube tutorials on making latte art, just to make sure that the heart he would draw for Hange would be the best goddamn heart anyone had ever seen.

Once his technique was mastered, Levi picked up a date - Wednesday, since he knew it was Hange's favorite day of the week. He waited for her messy mop of brown hair to appear in his cafe, and then he set his plan into motion.

He replicated the exact same stupid heart more times that he could count. Still, as he prepared latte for Hange, his hands were trembling.

As a result, the heart came out uneven and a little crooked. He wanted to redo it, but knew he had no time. It was still unmistakably a heart, and, hopefully, Hange would forgive him for not making it as perfect as she deserved.

His hands were still trembling, as he put the cup in front of Hange, next to her already opened laptop. She smiled at him gratefully, setting his own heart ablaze, but the smile quickly disappeared as she looked down at the cup.

Oh no, Levi clenched the trail in his hands tightly. He had fucked up. Erwin and his stupid observations were wrong. Hange didn't like him back.

"Um, Levi?" she tapped her finger on a table, biting her lip uncertainly.

Just do it already, four-eyes, he thought. Go ahead and break my heart. Rip it out like one would a band-aid.

"You know that I don't like latte, right?"

Goddamn it, really?

She was that oblivious? How dense such a smart person could be?

"Turn on your genius brain, four-eyes," he gritted. "And look at the damn cup."

"I see it," Hange answered, a little defensive. "It looks very pretty. Is it Armin's work?"

"No, it was mine." Levi was that close to losing it. Did Hange truly not understand his intentions? He was as clear as one could be. "I made that damn coffee, and I made that stupid heart shaped cupcake and I baked that fucking fortune cookie that you didn't even bother to read, because I'm trying to confess my feelings for you, you idiot!"

"Oh."

Hange fell silent. Why did she fall silent? Why didn't she look him in the eyes?

A second later, it hit Levi. He had confessed his feelings. No, not confessed. He shouted them at Hange.

Damn. Now he definitely didn't have a single chance with her.

"That one..." he gestured at the cup, scowling at it so fiercely as though it had personally offended him. "That one is on the house. Please, enjoy your time at our cafe..."

He turned away from Hange, wanting to get away from her as soon as possible.

However... a hand on his right wrist stopped him.

"Four-eyes?" he murmured, as he met her brown eyes.

"Sorry for not noticing all of your previous attempts," she smiled shyly, and Levi's heart started another dance in his chest. "You know I get so absentminded..."

"It's okay," Levi whispered, his eyes glued to where Hange's fingers curled around his arm. "Sorry for snapping at you."

"It's okay too," Hange echoed. "You can make it up for me, if you want, though..."

"Anything," Levi said, and he meant it. Whatever Hange wanted, he would do it.

"You can ask me on a date," her hand traveled higher, stopping at his shoulder. Hange slowly leaned in. "And you can give me a kiss..."

Well, Levi had promised it to her. Whatever Hange wanted....

#levihan

[witchylixie]

i’m done running; felix lee.

warnings: angst, with a fluffy ending. 

genre: best friends to lovers

“again?” you mutter, frowning at your phone as felix, once again, sends you to voicemail, “maybe he’s just busy?”

with a huff, you lock your phone, trying to get rid of the anxiety building in your chest as you get ready for your date, or really you just being this guys plus one to a fancy party. if you were being honest, when hyunjin and jisung asked you earlier if you really wanted to go, you said no, and that you wished you were hanging with felix, but he had been constantly blowing you off. they both looked shocked at that, but didn’t say anything.

putting the finishing touches on, you got a text from your “date”, jake, saying he had arrived, you send back a text saying you’ll be down in a minute, and put your shoes. getting in the car, he greets you and immediately turns the music back up, so much for talking. the drive seems to by in a blur as your mind drifts back to felix, and the anxiety from before was back. you knew he didn't see you as anything more than a best friend, but when you harbor feelings for him, it seemed as if you were overanalyzing everything going on between you two. you got jerked away from your thoughts as the car was put into park, and you two walk up to the party.

“sorry i just turned up the music on the way here, i get really bad nerves going to parties like these, and only music calms me,” he says shyly, and all you can think of is, just like felix.

“oh! don’t worry about it, i understand,” you say, a soft smile on your lips.

he looked as if he was going to say something, but his friend yelling his name, got his attention, and you two go whisked into the party, greeting everyone. time passed quickly, and you walked away to get a drink from the bar, as a girl approached you.

“hey, i don’t want to be rude or anything, but can i ask you something?” she asked, and you nodded.

“do you know the guy you came with has a girlfriend? and that she’s here tonight?” she asked, and your jaw dropped.

“are you fucking serious?” you asked, “he said he asked me because he didn’t have a girlfriend, and he didn’t have anyone to go with. do you know where she is? i gotta apologize to her, i had no idea.” 

she chuckles, “you’re talking to her right now, and now that i know you didn’t know, you wanna get some revenge with me?”

“oh, hell yes.”

after talking about the plan for a bit, she nodded at you from across the room, and started clinking her glass, so she got everyone’s attention, once all eyes were on her, she spoke.

“i usually would never make this kind of announcement but i feel it’s necessary,” when your date started putting on your arm, a sign he wanted to leave, you shook your head, “but everyone. jake, over there,” she said pointing at you two, “brought a date and told her that he didn't have anyone to go with, and that he didn’t have a girlfriend. so jake, your wish is granted, you’re single. fuck you.”

the entire place ‘oooh’ed’ as she ended that, and he ripped his hand from your arm as he realized you were in on it, “good luck getting home.”

once you realized he stormed out leaving you in a place where you barely knew anyone or where you were, you went outside to call felix.

“what do you want?” felix asked as he picked up on the last ring, and you could hear loud music in the background.

“are you busy?” you asked meekly, and he scoffed.

“yes. i’m at a party. why? what do you want?” he asked, his tone harsh.

“i just needed someone to pick me up-” he cut you off by laughing.

“god. you really don’t care about me, do you? you just call to talk about yourself or when you need something. just leave me alone,” he spoke, and hung up.

trying to force down the tears, you call minho to come pick you up, and when he asks why you didn’t call felix, all you respond with is “i don’t think he wants to be my friend anymore,” and hung up. you send him the address as you sit outside to wait on him.

the girl from earlier comes out, “did he leave you here alone?” she asks, and you nod, “god, the prick. do you want me to take you home?”

you shake your head, “my friend is picking me up, thank you though,” you say, and she noticed you had been crying.

“you okay?” she softly asks, and you feel the tears coming down your cheeks once again, she coo’s softly, and immediately brings you into a hug, as you spill to her what happened. 

once you finish, she shakes her head, “tell you what, give me your number, and if in a week, he's still acting like this, i’ll take you on a date,” she smiles, and you giggle.

“that would be nice. maybe dating a girl will be better, it’s just-” she cuts you off.

“i know, you’re falling in love with him,” she says, a soft look in her eye, and you start crying, “you can still have my number, i’d love to still be your friend.”

you two exchange numbers, and you find out her name is ryujin, and you’re glad you met her. as minho pulls up, he gets out and sees you’ve been crying, he runs faster to you.

“ryujin, what happened?” he asks as he pulls you in a hug. oh, he knows her.

“felix,” is all she says and minho swears, “i’lll text you happened, just get her home safe.”

he nods, and gets you in the car, and as he starts it, you softly as him a question.

“can we go to the insomnia cafe?”

he looks at you bewildered, “the one across town?”

you nod, “i want to get felix his red velvet cookie. as the start of an apology.”

he says nothing as he starts driving towards the cafe, knowing you aren’t in the mood to talk.

as you go in to get the cookie, minho checks his phone, reading the text from ryujin, he feels fury in his veins.

once you two arrive back to your apartment, minho speaks, “you don’t have to say anything but. felix is acting like an absolute ass and i don’t know why, but i’m sorry he is. you don’t deserve that. it will be okay soon.”

“thank you minho, but i don’t feel whole unless i’m with him,” you sniffle, “give him this cookie tomorrow yeah? don’t say it was from me,” you say as you run in.

_____________

waking up the next morning to pounding on your front door is not how you wanted to start the day especially when you knew that your eyes were bloodshot, and you look and felt dejected.

opening it, you closed your eyes and sighed, “yes- felix?”

“oh my god,” he whispered, “did i cause this?”

chuckling bitterly, you nodded, “yeah. want to say more? i’m out of tears at this point.”

his shoulders sagged, “no, fuck, no. i came here because you got me this,” he said, holding up the little container for his red velvet cookie.

you sighed, “i told minho to-”

“minho didn’t tell me. it was on the counter with a sticky note that said ‘felix’,” he said, “no one told me it was from you. i knew because you are the only person i take there and knows my favorite is. so, my question is why? why would you get me this when i lashed out at you? when i basically told you i didn’t want to be friends?” he asked, his voice cracking and tears gathering in his eyes.

you looked down, “i wanted to apologize for being such a bad friend to you.”

his breath hitched and he lunged for you, wrapping you up in a hug, “you have never been a bad friend, fuck. i got jealous you went on that date, and i’ve been avoiding you because i fucking love you.”

you squeeze him, “then you'll be happy to learn that i’m in love with you.”

pulling back, making you look at him in confusion, he steps in the apartment, slamming the door, dropping the cookie and grabbing your face, and pulling you into a kiss.

when parted, you whisper against his lips, “i’m done running from the fact i’m in love with you.”

you feel him smile, “i’m glad you just came back to me.”

#stray kids #stray kids au #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #stray kids scenarios #bang chan #chan #lee minho #minho #lee know #seo changbin #changbin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #han jisung #jisung #han #felix lee #felix #felix lee scenario #felix lee x reader #kim seungmin #seungmin #yang jeongin #jeongin #in

[softyoongiionly]

BlackHeart Bakery

Who says Halloween can’t be romantic?

Pairing: Emo! Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: fluff

A/N: HI OMG IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE. I love you, I hope you like it. I’m sorry it isn’t longer but, I still can’t wait for you to read it.

-you never imagined that the quirky lil bakery down the street from your university would change your life  

-But it did

-“Omg shut up, you’re so dumb.”

-“Rawr xD”

-“Did you just say rawr xD out loud??? That totally defeats the purpose of its existence...”

-“Don’t cite the deep magic to me witch, I was there when it was written.”

-“And now you’re quoting the chronicles of narnia- alright just go back to sleep you big dummy...”

-“Mmm but you married a big dummy so what does that say about you”

-“Jungkook don't spoil it oh my god!”

-“Like they don’t know what’s coming already- spoiler alert losers! I get the girl.”

-“I hate you...”

-“Mm yeah- I love it when you talk dirty to me baby. The last time you said that- we ended up fuc-“

-“Ok! That’s enough! Our story begins...”

-Jungkook’s bakery was quite famous around your city

-If people didn’t come for the gaudy Halloween decorations  

-They came for the music  

-Exclusively pop punk, if you’re wondering

-It was like 2009 everyday  

-Which was comforting, considering the world has gotten a little

-Tricky

-Since then

-But anyways

-If they didn’t come for the music or the decorations

-They came for the AMAZING espresso  

-And the spooky themed treats

-But if you’re being honest

-You think the main thing that keeps them coming back

-Is Jungkook  

-If his sweeping black hair didn’t get you

-Or the adorable cheeky twinkle in his eyes

-It was the tattoos and the piercings  

-He looked like he walked right off of a black veil brides music video set  

-He was hot

-This was obvious

-But he didn’t seem to think so

-You had come to the conclusion that he was oblivious  

-he shoved his feet into his big black doc martens every morning  

-Slipped on his beaded bracelets and studded chokers

-Pulled his fall out boy t-shirt over his

-Massive

-Tattooed

-Biceps

-And just thought hm

-I’m pretty average I guess (lol)

-That’s a direct quote from him btw

-Men truly are hopeless

-Jungkook opened the bakery two years ago

-He had mentioned to you that he had saved up money from his 3 part time jobs to put a down payment on the building  

-Which was wedged between a sex shop

-And a thrift store

-And honestly his bakery

-Blackheart Bakery, if you’re being specific  

-Fits right in

-Jungkook refuses to hire new staff

-“They won’t do it right.” He whined to you one day

-“One time I tried to hire this guy and he put the sugared googly eyes on the cookie skeletons ALL WRONG”

-“How do you put googly eyes on wrong?” You had giggled

-“you just do- i- See? This is exactly why I can’t hire anyone...”

-You had started chewing on the end of your pencil in the midst of your laughter

-It was an unconscious habit

-And it makes Jungkook shift uncomfortably, his hands moving off of the top of your table

-“Don’t do that...” he had muttered, smirking to himself as he walked back behind the counter  

-he did that a lot

-He’d mutter something  

-Mildly flirtatious under his breath and then  

-Just walk away

-It was quite confusing

-But honestly you had a feeling he was just a filrty person  

-You certainly weren’t the only girl he smirked at

-Not that you pay attention

-Ok  

-Maybe you do  

-Kinda  

-Pay attention  

-but it’s not your fault!!!!  

-You just  

-Can’t help but feel a little jealous

-You kiiiiiinda have a little thing for him

-Ok

-Maybe it’s a big thing  

-Maybe it’s a massive

-Gigantic

-Towering  

-Crush  

-But look at him!!!

-You simply couldn’t be blamed

-It was his fault  

-Yep

-That’s what you’re going with

-It was Jungkook

-And his tight t shirts

-His ripped jeans

-His dangly earrings

-His tattoos

-His big

-Stupid boots

-Ugh ok

-Focus  

-You have work to do

-The whole reason you began coming to Jungkook's cafe was so you -could find a consistent place to study for your exams

-You were in school to become a teacher :)  

-And teachers have to study very very hard  

-Educating the youth is no easy feat  

-Jungkook had asked what you were studying during the first week you arrived at his spooky house of baked goods

-“Oh I’m an education major”

-“Ahh so you’re getting an education about...education.” He concludes

-“I love it.”

-“So meta.”

-“Are they educating you on the disparities between impoverished children and wealthier children?”

-His wide eyes were brimming with genuine curiosity  

-You kind of got a kick out of how candid he was about such heavy conversation topics

-“Not as much as they should be but, I’m actually writing a paper on a similar topic right now...”

-This caused a brilliant grin to come over his face

-It was almost blinding really

-And it made your heartbeat all wonky  

-“Of course you are. You look smart like that...”

-He had backed away from your table then, seemingly satisfied

-Had you passed the vibe check?

-“I’ll leave you to your paper.” He nodded to your laptop but as he walked away, he pivoted back towards you on and the heel of his combat boot, “welcome to Blackheart Bakery by the way, let me know if I can get you anything.”

-Another brilliant smile is sent your way  

-“Thank you.” You had smiled back, sending a tiny wave his way

-Which in turn, made HIS heartbeat all wonky  

-You’re cute

-Like really cute

-And despite how often it may seem like his eyes are elsewhere

-They are ALWAYS on you

-Every chance he gets he is glancing your way

-Smirking to himself at how endearing you are

-Brow furrowed

-Lips pouted in concentration  

-Completely oblivious to his gaze

-He has to remind himself to look away  

-He doesn’t want to be a creep

-“Creepy men deserved to get kicked in the teeth...”

-He’s said this to you before when another patron had made you uncomfortable

-Jungkook kicked him out immediately  

-“If you don’t leave, I’ll have no choice but to kick you in the teeth. One, because I can’t compromise my personal philosophy and two because you’re making my favorite customer uncomfortable.”

-Oh look there goes your heartbeat again

-WONKY

-The guy leaves in an angry rush, flipping Jungkook off in the process

-Saying something about leaving a bad Yelp review  

-He doesn’t care tho

-He definitely doesn’t want to be a creep

-You’re just so  

-Pretty

-Ugh

-He rolls his eyes at himself behind the espresso bar

-The latte in front of him neglected  

-In need of a bit of foam

-“Focus Jeon, she’s just a chick...”

No wait

-“She’s just a woman. A woman who I respect, like I respect all women...”

-He’s been watching a lot of feminist theory on YouTube

-He likes staying educated  

-And also fuck the patriarchy

-The man waiting for his drink has arched a brow at this point, wondering if his barista has lost his mind

-“Uhhh medium...” he checks the cup for his awful hand writing, “ghostly toasted marshmallow latte!”

-“Thanks.” The guy mutters, throwing a judging look Jungkook's way  

-He gives him a lazy salute as the guy struts away with a briefcase in tow

-“Thaaanks.” Jungkook mocks him, his face scrunching up in annoyance  

-Stupid man

-With his stupid briefcase  

-As Jungkook is pulling out a batch of cream cheese frosting stuffed pumpkin muffins  

-Or as Jungkook calls them

-PUNK-in Muffins

-Movement at the counter catches his eye

-is that

-”oh shit...” He grunts, hastily wiping his hands on his apron and rushing over to the counter

-normally he would meander

-stroll

-or even slump to greet any new guests at this hour

-and by this hour

-he means 45 minutes before closing

-Jungkook’s bakery is open til midnight on weeknights

-9pm on Sundays

-and 3am on Saturdays (for the culture of course, gotta keep it spooky)

-tonight happens to be a Friday night and the person awaiting his assistance is

-you

-”You’re still here?” He gawks, the black polish on his nails glimmering as he punches in a few keys on the register

-You offer him a tired and slightly amused smile, “No. Y/N died around 4:30, you’re speaking to her ghost. Please leave your message after the tone.”

-Jungkook cracks a smile, his palms resting on flat on the counter, “Do ghosts check their voicemails?”

-“Oh of course not but, I will be checking yours because you have access to caffeine.”

-Jungkook laughs

-no...he giggles  

-and it’s fucking cute

-but you digress

-“I feel like I should cut you off...this is your 4th latte; I’m pretty sure you’re 80% caffeine at this point...”

-“Noooo, don’t do that.” You whine slumping against the counter, “I just need to finish this one page...”

-He quirks a brow as he scribbles something on your cup, unimpressed with your statement, “You said that three hours ago. I’ll make you another one but I’m not putting an extra shot in.”

-Your face turns up in protest but he click his tongue against his teeth , shaking a manicured finger at you

-“Ah ah- nope. I don’t want to hear it. You either take that or I’m making you a hot chocolate and shutting the buildings power off.”

-With a dramatic sigh, you concede

-“Ugh fine. Here-” You go to hand him your debit card but he shakes his head

-“Put that away.”

-You want to protest but given the fact that he’s made the rules thus far during this interaction, you doubt you’d be able to stop him.

-A smile appears on your face then, appreciative of his generosity

-“Thank you.”

-He merely grins, waving you off before rolling up the sleeves of his black Blink 182 shirt

-as soon as his tattoos are out

-all the moisture leaves your mouth

-you try your hardest not to stare at him

-expertly, he eases the espresso shots into the milk, tongue poking between his lips in concentration

-and you

-being sleep-deprived

-and a little loopy

-decide to  

-flirt????????

-if you could even call it that

-which you could but you shouldn’t

-“For the record, when I finally dig my way out of this of mountain of death I’m stuck in, I will definitely take you up on that hot chocolate...”

-Jungkook’s brow quirks at the tone of your voice, his hands suddenly itching with nerves

-was that

-was that flirty?

-should he flirt back?

-“My hot chocolate is legendary. You won’t be disappointed.” His lips display a small grin as he places the lid atop your finished latte, “Also mountain of death is a great name and I WILL be stealing it.”

-You giggle

-again

-“and I WILL be suing you for copyright.”

-He laughs now, wiping up the bit of milk he spilled

-the sinewy muscles in his forearm tensing and untensing

“Good luck getting me to show up to court.”

-and that’s kinda how it was between you and Jungkook

-for like six months

-it was a little bit flirty but never anything to push either over you over the edge.

-and speaking of being on edge

-recently, you had gone from vacationing in your timeshare on the edge

-to signing a 35 year mortgage contract  

-4 bedrooms

-2.5 bathrooms

-of pure

-unrelenting

-stress

-you could feel it in the middle of your back

-shoving itself up between your shoulder blades

-your body seemed to ache with it

-the worst part being

-it was Halloween

-You should be out with your friends, having fun

-wearing itchy costumes and drinking sugary drinks

-but instead, your headed towards the bakery to work

-Jungkook was behind the counter, smiling happily at a family dressed like the cast of scooby doo

-from what you could see he was wearing a skeleton onesie

-his jet black hair tousled perfectly above his head

-he looked adorable

-(and hot)

-He notices you instantly, his face turning up in surprise

-you offer up a small wave and head over to your table

-you know he’s going to say something about you being there but

-you don’t really have much of a choice

-this work has to be done

-it takes him a second to spot you but when he does

-he seems to perk up

-his smile brightening as he looks back towards his customer

-as you’re setting everything up, you feel a presence (not the spooky kind) at the end of your table

-it’s Jungkook and he has your regular order in one hand, along with something wrapped in skeleton-patterned parchment paper

-“I know, I know.” You acknowledge before he’s even able to chide you for being here

-He smirks “What are you doing studying on the holiest day of the year??”

-You giggle

-“The holiest day of the year huh?”

-“Of course. Halloween is the one night a year that the homies can dress like total -sluts and no one can say anything about it.”

-This makes you giggle again

-“And you went with slutty skeleton huh? I love it- it’s like as naked as you can possibly get.”

-He chuckles, gesturing to his costume

-His floppy black hair getting in his face

-“Damn right baby.”

-The way he grins tells you the pet name is a joke

-But the deepening of his voice gets to you anyway

-“Thank you for this. I promise I’ll get out of your hair early tonight.”

-“The only thing I’m worried about getting out of my hair is this white spray paint. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

-He’s put a streak of white spray paint in his raven locks

-Why? You’re not certain

-Does it look good on him, like everything else does?

-Absolutely

-Its been a few hours since your night of studying began

-Jungkook’s dropped off two free lattes since you’ve arrived  

-As well as a slice of his ‘I write cinnamon not tragedies’ bread

-Which was equally hilarious and delicious

-You caught him glancing over at your table a few times but you didn’t think anything of it

-He’s probably just checking to make sure that no one needs your table

-His bakery is packed most nights but Halloween is a special night at Blackheart Bakery

-He has a trick or treat counter set up with free (homemade) candy

-A photo op complete with a fake haunted house backdrop

-A Halloween playlist

-And a bunch of discounts on his signature lattes and food

-you watch him amongst the chaos

-He is completely unfazed

-He seems elated at the amount of customers he has

-he grins and laughs at something a man dressed like Thor says at his counter

-he seems entirely in his element

-you realize that the denial tactics you’ve been trying out haven’t been working

-because this floppy haired, tattooed, slutty skeleton/baker kind of has a hold on your heart

-you’ve been friends for a long time now

-he always makes sure you’re taken care of

-he always asks if you’re ok

-he always gives you this little grin

-it feels like a secret sometimes

-but maybe it’s been his way of letting you know where he stands

-he’s been bringing you lattes and pastries for months now

-he never charges you full-price

-he always reminds you not to work too hard

-he

-fuck

-he likes you doesn’t he?

-you look back over at the counter to see him bending over and handing a skeleton cookie to a little girl dressed like Captain Marvel

-he laughs at something she says

-his eyes focused entirely on her and whatever she seems to be proclaiming to him  

-your heart goes wonky again

-alright

-enough is enough

-you’re doing this  

-Jungkook’s done so much of the work thus far

-it’s time for you to seal the deal

-and if he rejects you, well…

-you can just crawl into a hole and never come out again

-easy peasy

-You can feel his eyes on you as you get up to take your place in line

-luckily there isn’t anyone else behind you

-rejection with an audience would certainly be worse

-Jungkook has his witty comment ready for you as you approach the register

-“I know for a fact you haven’t finished your third latte and I’m not making you another one until-“

-“I’m not here for another latte.” You laugh, trying to ignore the thrashing of your heartbeat

-“No? Well, are you finally going to try my Welcome to the Blackened Chicken Parade Burger then? I’ve been asking you for like three weeks…”

-god he’s fucking cute

-“I’m here to ask you out.”

-Jungkook swears he feels his heart stop

-“You’re here to…”

-He repeats the first part of your response as his he didn’t hear you

-his black fingernails anxiously tapping against the countertop

-“I’m here to ask you out- on a date.”

-Jungkooks face seems to go through various stages of confusion before a shy smirk presents itself on his pretty mouth

-“Me? You’re asking me-“ He places a hand on his chest, “-out on a date?”

-“Yes!” You laugh, slapping the counter a bit too hard, your nerves getting the best of you, “Are you down?”

-He shakes his head but his answer contradicts his movements

-“So down, beyond down. There is no one on Earth who is more DOWN than I am. Yes. My answer is yes. 50000% yes.”

-you can’t help the smile on your lips

-“great. So are you free next Friday then?”

-He grins with his teeth this time, nodding emphatically  

-“Consider the shop closed.”

-and so it was

-you returned to your table moments later  

-feeling on top of the world

-you did it

-you asked Jungkook out

-and he said yes

-and now you

-NOW YOU HAVE A DATE WITH JUNGKOOK

-LOOK AT YOU GO

-TAKING CHARGE

-you try your best to engage with your studies but with Jungkook on your mind

-its really hard

-roughly two hours later, things at the bakery have finally started to slow down

-“Hey uh- Y/N?”

-Jungkook's voice that pulls you out of your studying trance

-he’s standing at the entrance of his back room, waving you over with his hand

-and who are you to deny him?

-you make your way over there, annoyed at the instant increase in your heartrate

-he stands awkwardly to the side and gestures to the boxes on the metal rack

-“I just remembered that I’ve never given you a tour of the place. I give all my regulars a tour of the stockroom and my office and uh-”

-he cuts himself off and clumsily cups your cheek

-he pulls you into a kiss

-a really good kiss

-his lips are so warm

-he smells like cinnamon

-you could literally die happy

-The ridiculous nature of his first attempt to kiss you, makes you giggle into his mouth

-you feel him smile, his hands smushing your cheeks together as he pulls away

-“Ok I lied. There is no tour. I’ve just been watching you focus on your computer for the last two hours and you’re just really fucking cute and-”

-this time, it’s you who cuts him off

-“You better give me an actual tour next time. How else am I going to steal your secret recipes?”

-he scoffs in mock offense

-“Ah ha! So that’s the only reason you asked me out huh? Should I be calling you Plankton instead of Y/N? Ew no wait- that would make me Mr. Krabs and he’s a dirty capitalist...”

-You laugh, “Oooh good point. Guess you’ll just have to be Karen, my computer wife.”

-This makes him laugh now and the sound warms your soul

-“I could live with that- I like your last name better anyways.”

-with another kiss, your adventure with the emo baker of your dreams begins

-It may have been Halloween but it sure felt like Christmas to you

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[binniesthighs]

hello stranger | reader x changbin |

a/n: I sincerely apologize for the pain caused with last chapter...so naturally, i had to go and write more pain muahaha. i also apologize for the wait on this one, for some reason i had a weirdly hard time getting this one out of my head, ahhh i think I’m just lil sad about it all ending :( but! we’re almost out of the woods cuties!! thank you so very much reading as always!! <3 this is the second to last chapter and idk how to feel ahhhh 

Part 7 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, female reader x han jisung 

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, smut, angst 

Tags: (of this part) college au, rapper!changbin, rapper!jisung, establishedfwb!jisung, artist!reader, skz side characters, bestfriend!chan, bestfriend!felix, roommate!minho, explicit language, some kissin’ and that good, good makin’ out, soft n’ intimate body touchinggg, mentions of getting drunk in the past, mentions of a toxic familial relationship, gahhh lots of crying and emotions in this one but it’s bc we’re figuring things out :) 

CW: dub-con-ish scene due to conflicting feelings but it gets stopped pretty quick

Word count: 7.6k 

Chapters 

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART ? 

Jisung shared his apartment with two equally messy boys. You had forgotten their names despite meeting them and seeing them around on more than one occasion. Lucky for you, they each had distinguishing features so you named them as such: tall one and younger one with white hair. Once upon a time the four of you had hung out and they weren’t unbearable, just a bit cookie-cutter as you had called it. Both of them were in the same music school as Jisung and didn’t have many other interests outside going to music shows and playing PC games while loudly shouting. 

There was never food in that apartment but somehow there was always dirty dishes in the kitchen. Sure, it smelled a bit like dirty socks, but you never paid too much attention to that when you would clambering in the door with your lips locked with Jisung’s. It was strange walking in not doing so. Tall one and younger one with the white hair sat on the couch eating pizza with feet kicked up on their banged up coffee table. They didn’t say anything as they watched you walk in, but merely rolled their eyes and pretended that you weren’t there anymore. 

“We can go to my room.” Jisung raked his hand through his greasy brown strands, then kicked aside approximately ten pairs of sneakers. He held onto your hand tightly--so tightly that his knuckles turned white. 

You nearly slipped on that rug that lined the wooden floors of their hallway. It wasn’t the first time. 

Just as the rest of the apartment was, Jisung’s room was strewn with all kinds of random articles such as dirty clothes, tangled up cords and old to-go containers. His bed was unmade; it was those navy sheets that likely hadn’t been washed in several weeks. You could never really pinpoint what they smelled like, just that they smelled like him. You had spent nights there too, but they were nothing memorable. No groggy mornings with coffee or sunlight streaked onto his features for you to admire in the golden sheen. It had been running late to class and the dozens of times that you had left jewelry and hair-ties. 

“Wanna sit down?” Jisung patted the spot next to him, and you did so. 

The two of you sat in silence, the atmosphere became thick with the tangible sense of disaster that hung around the both of you. It was catastrophic.

His trembling hand came reaching for yours, and you let him take it. He sniffled, and it triggered your eyes to fill with the same hot tears. 

For the first time, you wondered, what am I doing here? 

“You want to lay down?” His puffy eyes asked you. 

You nodded, crinkling those bedsheets that were probably full of dust. 

In all your months of knowing him, you had never, never cuddled. This was the first time and you really weren’t even tied together anymore. 

His nose had turned pink, and he rubbed a bit of snot away with his wrist. 

“Thank you for coming here.” Jisung whispered. “But--what are you doing here? I thought that you were with Changbin now?” 

I am. You thought briefly. Am I? 

“I just...so confused right now. I don’t know...there’s just...I don’t know...” 

A tear fell down Jisung’s cheek, and you couldn’t fathom why he would be the one crying when it should’ve been you. You wiped it away. You had never thought of it before, but seeing him cry brought a sting to your chest. 

Jisung leaned forward, and the bed creaked lightly, then he kissed you. It wasn’t really a passionate one, but one that he had used to say more than he could himself. His lips tasted salty running over yours, and your brain froze deciding what to do. Jisung never changed: as broken as it felt, he was still starving, needy, and rough. You tried to find meaning in it, or if it made you feel. 

It didn’t. 

Jisung held your face in his hands, and with a hesitant sigh, he said, “I really, really wanted to do that for so long.” 

As desperate he had seemed for you, you couldn’t find the same desire if you had tried. Maybe, you had to find it? 

“Kiss me again.” You hushed. 

He licked his lips with a gaze softening. “Okay.” 

This time he swung his legs around your hips and straddled you with the kind of pressure that you had craved, once upon a time. He bent down to press even more of his heated desire on your skin. He was a good kisser, and you remembered once again how you really had wanted to have him kiss you like this, once upon a time. His tongue slicked against your bottom lip and you gave him the permission, testing it out just to see. 

You had thought back then that he was unreal. 

Jisung rutted his hips down into your waist, and you had already felt how he had hardened in his sweatpants. 

You knew how it would go...or how it used to.

“Baby, I want you so bad. You have no idea. I-I don’t think that I want anyone else besides you--�� He broke to meet your eyes. Your world blurred, and sobbed out from under his gaze. 

What am I doing here? 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Worry flooded over his face. 

“I-I can’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, fuck--what the fuck am I doing?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Please just...get off of me. Please...” 

He did so, but still looked just as shocked. “Did I do something wrong?” 

He too started to tear up again. At last you could finally name what it was that tugged at his soft brown eyes. Fear. 

“Can you please tell me what I did wrong? Y/n, I don’t understand, you’re confusing me so much--” 

“--This isn’t right Jisung!” You nearly yelled with broken sobs. “We aren’t right.” 

Jisung’s face fell, crestfallen. “N-no--” 

“--We destroy each other!! Don’t you see?? Never have we ever been happy together, we’re just...coping! That isn’t love!!” 

“Then why the hell am I in love with you??” Jisung spat out the words, and then it was immediately evident that he had regretted saying them. 

A deadly silence fell over the room, and all that was left was the both of your weak sniffles. 

“What did you just say?” 

Jisung grabbed one the pillows then threw it down on the floor with a poof. 

“Fuck!!!” He literally shouted. His face had turned red, and snot dripped down to his lip. “I have fucking feelings for you okay?? Is that enough for you?” 

“Ji...yo-you can’t--” 

“I can’t what?! Is it a fucking crime? Listen, I’m scared out of my fucking mind saying this to you, alright? I don’t know why the hell I am but--” 

“--We-we can’t, Jisung..” 

“Can’t what?!” He threw his hands up into he air in his exasperation. “Stop fucking confusing me!!” 

“We destroy eachother.” 

Jisung grabbed another pillow to pummel to the ground, but then stopped himself, digging his fingers into the fabric until his nailbeds turned white. 

“We hurt eachother too much. An-and...I don’t think that it’s really our fault either. It’s just...who we are. I can’t give you what you want and you can’t give me what I want.” 

Jisung sobbed out horribly, then buried his face in his hands. 

“But I fell in love with you...?” His voice was terribly cracked. 

You watched as tears dropped into your lap and made little wet dots on your jeans. “I fell in love with Changbin...” 

His eyes were puffy and bloodshot, but still glistened, like the way that oil would slick in rainbows with the snow. 

“Then what are you doing here?” He asked one more time, but now he had appeared to be utterly broken. 

You rose from the bed, looking down at him and drying your face. “I...think I know why.” 

“And?” 

Outside of Jisung’s window, the view was similar to your own: city lights in an array of colors; each of them like stars on the ocean. On the wall adjacent from his bed, you noticed there was a crack. You had never realized that it was there before. 

“I’m admitting something that I should’ve a long time ago.” 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

You had likely forgotten to close a window in your apartment somewhere because the winter cold had pervaded the whole space. It took you about ten minutes to realize that it was in your bathroom from when you had taken a shower earlier to air let out the steam. 

The second thing that you noticed was the crumpled up blanket resting on the couch from before. For some odd reason, you felt the strong desire to wrap it all around yourself like you could capture some essence of him in it. Sure enough it did smell like that scent of his that you had grown so used to. You let the blanket trail behind you has you made your way to your room to pull on one of his shirts over your head. 

“Who told you that you could look so cute in that?” He had said one time. 

[23:16] Bin

me: can i call you? 

[00:18] Bin 

me: if you’re asleep, can I call you in the morning? if that’s okay? i said things that I didn’t mean...i just didn’t know it then. 

i’m so sorry 

how i treated you...you didn’t deserve that 

i understand if you’re mad at me. you have every right. 

i’m sorry that i couldn’t see that things that you were trying to show me. 

i see them now. 

You had thought that now the snow had finally faded into the edge of the winter that near it’s conclusion. Early March, and you wanting nothing more for spring buds to peep from the snow capped floral beds on street corners and for the white hugging the trees to dissapear forever. The winter had felt as if it had lasted for a year--even though this year you had seen less snow than other years. 

There had been a time when you firmly believed that once the snow melted, it would get better. Snow was a bitter memory, and it was curse that had to happen each and every year. 

The night that you had met Changbin, it had been cold. Cold like the winter that you had tried to hide from. You hadn’t thought of it until now, but he was much like the way that snowflakes melted on your skin. It reminded you of the icy coldness of the world for fleeting moments, then faded just as quickly as it arrived. The little wet mark of him warmed on your skin. 

Outside of the miniscule window to your living room, snowflakes got caught up in the edges of the frame, and sprinkled the surface of the glass in their variety of gorgeous fractals and unique shapes. A full moon was painted into the sky with a brightness that could’ve paralleled the sun on this clear night swimming in deep azure. 

You hugged the fabric of one of his shirts even closer to your frame, pretending for a moment that it was him that had been hugging you and not the cotton. 

“I’m so sorry.” You cried out weakly to the empty room. 

Your phone screen flashed with the time: [00:42]. You wondered, maybe he really had given up like he said that he would’ve. Maybe he walked home in the shivering cold, hands shoved into his pockets and decided that he was done waiting; that you weren’t worth his time and the effort. Maybe he walked in his front door, closed it behind himself, and said the words, This is it. No more. Maybe he walked into his room and cried. Maybe he didn’t. You couldn’t decide if you had wanted him to cry for you or not. Both hurt. 

[01:13.]  

Your eyes dragged with sleep, but your mind moved faster than the pace of your dry eyelids. Dust had settled on the white sheet that you had drawn over the painting in your room. On the underside of the sheet, globs of acrylic had dried and turned into multicolored flecks: a bit like the sheet was a piece of art and and of itself. It was nearly finished, and only had about one more quadrant left that was void of color. 

Your wooden pallet had been resting by the window, so it was cold to the touch--as were the little aluminum bottles of paint resting beside it. You used your shirtsleeve to dry away one tear that had battled its way to your lid, then sat back on your desk chair, facing the easel head on. 

Black first. Then deep blue, then bright yellow, burnt orange and gold. 

Hairs brushed over the canvas, and swept in wide strokes back and forth. With an empty mind, you smeared over the dark colors that faded to the edge of the canvas into the glowing light of the edge of the alleyway painted here. His figure was prominent, even though you couldn’t see his face. He wore black clothes that were simple. Frankly, you didn’t really remember what he had worn that night, but it didn’t matter much. Neon blue and red restaurant signs met on as reflection on his dark black hair. 

It was as if your chest and hand had been weighted down even further, but you fought through it to raise them. While you let the tears fall at first, they dried after long and made the skin of your cheeks tout. The room was silent, and so it was outside with the drifting snow. Soon, the painting would be finished, and you could sleep. You couldn’t sleep until then. 

if your art didn’t mean anything, what even was it? 

The pink lights lining your room provided the only light to the room, however not much else was needed than that. 

You bit your lip, now mixing yellow with red. 

If you couldn’t tell him. You hoped with every fiber that this would. 

[04:51] Bin 

me: if you’re up to it, can we talk? or, i can call you? 

goodnight  

wait its morning 

good morning then. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Chan was good at keeping his promises. There was not one time in your whole time in knowing him that he hadn’t kept a promise, no matter how absurd it might’ve been. He had promised you to buy you ice cream on the first day of snow, and he had promised to share his lyrics with you, no matter how much they would make him cringe. He promised that if you ever needed someone to watch your guilty pleasure reality shows with, he would be over as soon as he could. Next to Felix, you had figured a long time ago that if there were ever people in your life that you were destined to meet, he was one of them. Admittedly, there had been a time when you had harbored a crush on him, but as usual, you had been best at getting in your own way before anything could’ve happened. This, and you loved him as a friend too much. 

Too many jell-o shots were both of your enemies. Halfway into the driest seven minutes in heaven of your life, and halfway into your confession to him, he had passed out right in your arms. You were lucky that he had forgotten the event entirely. Or, he was keeping his promise that you had hurriedly made asking him to forget that it ever happened when you and Felix carted him out of there. 

While he was good at keeping promises, you more so wished that he had forgotten that one. 

Chan had promised that he would personally use his ID card to get into the soundproof booth in the music department to scream. 

You hadn’t ever taken him up on the offer until today. 

It was nearly midnight and unopened text messages still sat in in empty bubbles on your phone screen. 

Even though you had consistently texted “good morning” and “goodnight” for three days straight, the action of sending them didn’t make you feel any better. 

Chan didn’t ask any questions, but merely let you through the halls which echoed from your squeaking wet shoes. The green light of emergency signs appeared to be the only guiding lights, but Chan knew the way well. 

“Careful. The floor is slippery. They mop after everyone leaves.” He hushed in the silent hallway. 

Your fingers and lips cracked from the cold and felt tingly warming up in the dry heat of the building. The two of you turned two more corners, then Chan carefully wrapped his veiny and red hand over the handle to the door marked with “Studio Five.” He tapped his key to the reader, and it beeped with flashing green and orange lights. 

“Here. This is the entrance to the booth. I’ll enter from that door to get to the other side of the glass. You don’t...want me to go in with you?” 

“Want me to wreck your ears?” You have him a feeble smile. 

He mustered his own kind of strength that he had been keeping up just for you. “Hm. You’re right.” Your friend clicked on the light, and it burned your eyes at first compared to the black hall. “Take...all the time that you need, I’ll just be over there. If you wanna...talk about things, I’m here for that too.” 

The booth was an ugly shade of lime green, and you wondered how anyone could ever be creative in a place such as this. On the other side of the tinted glass, you watched as Chan flicked on the light, then made his way to push the button to the little intercom system. His voice buzzed with a tinny sound. 

“No one can hear you, so....go nuts.” 

The walls were too padded with black foam insulation, and for a moment you considered how strange it was, that you, had entered that place to scream--not make music like the room had been used to. Even though the walls were lime green. It still brought a sense of sadness to your chest. 

The room spun lightly behind your eyes, and you panted out frantically. 

What the hell am I doing in here? 

[23:29] bin 

me: I hope that you sleep well tonight. i’m thinking of you. 

“Is everything okay in here?” Chan’s voice said over the speakers. 

“W-what am I doing here?” You repeated the question, feeling panic rise up your throat. 

“Getting your anger out?” He tiled his head. “I-I don’t know why else because you didn’t tell me. You angry at someone? Something?” 

“N-no? --I mean, yes...I-I don’t know.” You said with uncertainty. Suddenly the foam walls of the room started to close in. “I need to get out of here.” 

“Woah! Woah! Y/n! What’s--” Chan chased you out of the room, back into the empty hallway with the squeaky floors and the green light. 

“Hey, let’s just...take a breather here for a sec.” Your friend reached out to smooth down your arms. “If you wanna talk about it, I can help maybe?” 

You tore from his gasp, then slumped against the wall to slide all the way down and sit on the cold linoleum floors with the heaters pumping steadily above your head. 

“He’s not...messaging me back, and I think that I royally fucked up this time. I think that I finally did it, I finally pushed him too far.” 

“Who? Changbin?” Chan crouched down to sit next to you. “Is that what this is about?” 

Shallow breaths filled up your lungs, “I think...I think I just lost everything that I could’ve had with him, and it’s all my fault...I’m fucking angry at myself, Chan.” 

“A-are you sure?” 

“I basically told him that I didn’t know if I wanted to be his girlfriend...after everything that’s happened, everything that he’s done and how patient he’s been...but...there was Jisung an-and...I realize that I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean any of it, I want to be with him so fucking badly and I was just too caught up to see it and--” 

“--Stop!” Chan barked. “Stop and give yourself a second to breathe! Did you realize that you’re not doing that? 

You hadn’t. Nor had your noticed your shaking hands. However, Chan had seen them, and held them with his. 

“You said that you do want to be with him but you told him that you didn’t?” 

Somewhere in the hallway, one of the emergency floodlights blinked with a harsh white light. 

“Yes.” 

“And did you tell him that you didn’t mean it?” 

“I have but he hasn’t gotten back to me? He would always get back to me, no matter what it was--it makes me worry--” 

Chan cupped your hands then brought them to his chest where he held them earnestly. “Some things are out of our control, Y/n. And, I hate to say it but, now, I think you need to come to accept the possibility that maybe...” His gaze softened. “I’m sorry. I wish I could say something more or better but I’m not him and I can’t know...” 

You scoffed, “Is that supposed to be comforting?” 

Chan tsked, as he often would do with a little sarcastic drag to his voice. “A long time ago I promised you that I would always be honest with you, and you know that I hold to my word.

He rubbed his thumb into your hands. 

“Do you want me to say then to go running after him? Throw it all to the wind? Even if it doesn’t end up going your way?” 

“...Maybe.” You swiped a tear from the corner of your right eye. “Would it be worth it?” 

“Maybe.” He sighed. 

A silence filled the hall and the space between you two, and Chan kept holding your hand. It was a simple touch, but you hadn’t realized that you had craved something as such. 

“Y/n? Can I say something?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Even if it isn’t him that it ends up being, I think that you should know that you still deserve happiness in someone. Even after all that you’ve been through, you still do. It sounds like to me...you’re finally realizing it.” He smiled with a bit of a wrinkle to his lips. “I’m proud of you.” 

You squeezed his hand. “Thank you. Its...been a long time coming.” Your head hit the wall behind you with a slight thud. “I’ve been painting recently. And...it means something to me. I feel like I found something, like I’m seeing something for the first time in a long time and it makes me really... full. Like he does.” 

Your friend let go, then went to play with his shoe-laces. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was the final straw?” 

“He just...loved me different. Better than I ever could myself, and I think that it made me realize that in order for me to love him too, I had to make peace with myself, and just...” You breathed out a laugh, “...Chill the fuck out. But--I know that I can’t let go of it forever. What happened, made me. I can’t give that up, but that doesn’t mean that I should wallow in it forever. I don’t deserve that.” 

Chan leaned to give you a light slap to the arm. “Look at you.” 

“I...saw Jisung too.” 

While anger laced his voice, Chan remained level headed. “...And?” 

“Me and him just dug ourselves into a deeper hole. Even he...he could do better. He needs a “Changbin” too. You know? I can’t be that for him. I never was even close. I feel sorry. I should probably see him one last time...” 

The image of Jisung’s disparaged face burned in your memory in the midst of it all. Somehow you had forgotten that he had gotten feelings tangled it up in it all, and you had just left. Through all that you had been through with him, you couldn’t let it just go so easily. 

“There’s a lot of things that I need to make right.” You sighed out with finality. Next to you, your best friend did the same. 

“Whatever happens, Felix and I will be here for you. Like always.” 

“Mm. Thank you, Chan. Really. Thank you so much. The two of you are the best friends that I could ask for. I don’t know how you put up with me...” 

“Ahhh, don’t mention it.” He shoved his shoulder into yours playfully. “Ya know, if this goes south, we could just date.” 

“What?!” Your head whipped over to him so hard it hurt. 

“As I recall, about a year ago all it took were some jell-o shots...” 

You smacked him upside the head, causing him to burst out laughing in that empty hall. 

“I told you to forget about that!!” 

“I’m just joking!! Jeez! Can you take a joke!?” 

You laughed with him, your goofy and kindhearted best friend. You realized it hadn’t happened in quite some time. 

“Yeah Changbin is alright, but me and Felix are forever. Got it?” He teased, and you slumped your head on his shoulder. 

“I know.” 

In your pants pocket, your phone vibrated and flashed with a white light. 

[01:36] L. Minho 

minho: i fucking hate that i’m in this position 

but 

bin’s in a bad way and i’m fairly certain that he hasn’t told you about it all 

idiot. 

anyway, his parents are being shitty assholes and i think that he really needs you right now, even if he isn’t saying anything about it. actually i know that he does. 

i also wanna ask you to kindly resolve whatever shit that you have going on before you walk in our door. out of kindness for both yourself and him. 

sorry not sorry. i really do love the both of you and it hurts me to see it be like this. 

i suggest that you come over as soon as you can. 

Your heart beat its way into your throat with a million emotions, but out of them all, fear for Changbin ached the most. 

 “Chan, I have to go.” 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

It was likely Minho who had buzzed you in. 

Luckily, the night had somehow gotten warmer--at least warm enough to where you couldn’t see your breath in front of your face any more. Unfortunately though, you had still worn the shoes that Changbin would scold you for wearing on snow-packed nights. Luckily, the snow had started melted too. 

The door clicked when it unlocked, and you slid inside the glass entrance that was smudged with fingerprints and the wet from dog’s noses pressing on the surface. 

For a reason unknown to you, you decided to take the stairs--even though he had lived on the seventh floor. Partially you had decided that you had done so because it meant that you had more time with your thoughts; more time to decide if you really had resolved all the shit that you needed to leave on the outside of his doorstop. 

You thought back to the painting sitting finished in your room. It waited in all of it’s beauty for the sun to shine on it and the rest of the world to see it. For him to see it. It was for him that you had painted it in the first place. Every ounce of pain and confusion was lathered across the canvas, it was bare for anyone to see after you had kept it concealed for so long. 

He would see it. 

You took each step slow and carefully, and listened to the way that the sound bounced off of the walls and how the carpet matted on each stoop.

Chan had said, “Even after all that you’ve been through, you still do.” 

Minho opened the door after three clicks wearing a bathrobe and slippers. For being so distressed like his message had said, he looked perfectly cozy. You remembered that Minho really was one to keep it all together when shit would get intense. Somehow he had the ability to write whole papers over the course of one day and had passed tests after studying for only four hours. You wished you could manage as well as he could. 

“Fuck. It’s late.” He rubbed his eyes. “Come in. Take off your shoes please.” 

You did so, and rubbed your toes into their carpet. It was almost as if you were waiting further instructions, but you knew full well what you had to do. 

Minho glared at you expectantly. “Well? Shits left outside?” 

“Shits left outside.” You repeated with a nod. 

“l’ll let him explain. It isn’t really my place. Just--listen to him okay? I think that’s what he needs right now.” 

The apartment itself was a bit barren, the only things that were placed in the small space were the things that the inhabitants needed: a dining table, a leather couch, a TV set, a few beanbags and a kitchen kept clean by Minho. It was strange seeing a place so organized and...neat. It was as if this apartment was from an other side of the world compared to what you had grown used to previously. Changbin’s thick and dark black coat hung on one of the dining chairs, the same that he had worn the night that he had last seen you. You wondered if it had been sitting there these past few days. 

“Go on.” Minho flapped his hands to usher you down the hallway to Changbin’s room. At the end of the hallway was the bathroom, and seeing it flooded your skin with the feeling of warm water and defrosting skin, lips on lips with heated desire; tracing fingertips that got caught with the translucent stream of water as they brushed down spines and hips. If you could’ve gone back to then and done it all over...you wondered if you would’ve. 

“Knock first.” Minho mouthed. 

You did, breath hitching when it opened slightly, and you called out his name. “Bin? Its me. Can I...can I come in?” 

His hesitant voice called back to you, “Yes.” 

He was a crumble on his bed, black socks twisted up with his dark bedsheets and his hoodie riding up his back to expose a sliver of skin where he laid facing away from the door. His beautiful dark hair was knotted. 

“B-Bin? A-are you okay?” You advanced forward carefully, reaching out to touch his arm. You had never seen this confident and headstrong man reduced to something so small, it broke your heart into shards to see him as such. You didn’t know what to do with yourself: sit with him? Stand? Crawl in to bed next to him? Unspoken words filled the air, and he sniffed out loudly into it. 

“Thank you for messaging me still.” Was what he had said first. “I saw them a little bit ago. I was...too scared to open them at first...your messages. I was...ashamed to...” 

“--Bin,” You took two steps closer. “You don’t have to explain yourself.” 

He sniffed in with a clogged nose once more. “I’m sorry.” 

Two more steps. “No, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry that I didn’t listen to you, and took all of your patience with me for granted. I really don’t deserve it. I tore you up, and that was awful of me. You somehow ended up being collateral damage to me figuring my shit out and I can’t say I’m sorry enough. I understand if you don’t want to keep this going that we--” 

“--Can you get into bed with me?” He suddenly interjected. Changbin twisted his hand back as if he knew that yours was there in some superhuman way, and grabbed at it. “It’s...cold.” 

Your heart paused, uncertain if you had heard him correctly. 

“Please?” Changbin muttered. “Two bodies is warmer than one.” 

Silently, you crossed the room and shimmied off your coat so it fell to the floor. It had been partially absentminded, but you had pulled on one of his shirts that day. It was light grey, and had nearly lost all semblance of his scent on it. You pulled the covers over both of you, peering just enough to see his puffed and red eyes and red wet nose. Seeing him like this, you had to fight every instinct to pull him into your arms, but rather keep a respectful distance. 

From seeing the way that he dominated the stage to how he looked under the soft glow of your pink lights, to how he had looked as thin and as fragile as glass now, it had all finally made sense to you. As brash and forthcoming as he was, it wasn’t all of who he was in the slightest. If anything, it was who he had pretended to be. 

Tears fell over his pink lips. “I didn’t tell you because...I was embarrassed. Fuck,” He laughed a little, “It’s so fucking pathetic. I’m so pathetic for getting so messed up over this all. I-I shouldn’t. That and...it’s not something that you should--”

“--Don’t you dare say that I shouldn’t worry about this Bin. How many times do you need me to say it?” You traced his dark hair over his ear. “What happened to being each other’s problems?” 

He smiled with a weak grin, then wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “Minho didn’t tell you?” 

You shook your head. “He said that you should be the one to.” 

Changbin sighed out, then pulled the comforter up to his nose, adjusting himself to meet your eyes with his that were strained with pink. 

“They’re disowning me. For real this time. They asked me to do a legal name change and everything...as if...they’re cutting me out of the family line. Fuck, I mean, they basically are.” 

His chest shook with an inhale, and a thick and burning mucus felt as if it had clung to your throat. It was anger and rage, the kind that was so foreign to you, it even started you to feel such a thing. 

“Bin, I’m so sorry. They’re...they’re fucking less than human is what they are. Treating you their own son like this...like they think that they can reverse time so that you were never even born of them...” Under the sheets your knuckles clenched so hard it bit the skin of your palms. “I-I’m sorry too...that you were going through this by yourself--” 

In one single motion he had spread out his arms to circle them around your upper body and pull it into hm. 

There he was again. Rosemary and cedarwood. 

You were in shock, but feeling the warmth from his body on yours made you shiver--it was the contact that you had craved so intensely now that you had it, it was so all encompassing that your brain scrambled feeling it. 

“Thank you for coming.” He whispered to the top of your head. 

Your hands snaked around his body, and you held him back. 

In that very moment, you had decided that you would spend the rest of your life holding him back if he would let you. If there was someone out there listening to your thoughts, you prayed that they would let you hold him. 

Changbin patted to top of your head with a trembling hand.

“What the fuck do I do?” 

Your fingers tugged at the thick cotton of his hoodie. 

“They said that either I meet with them to sign away my name, or I pack up, and go back with them as if nothing happened. They said that they were willing to “forgive” everything that I had “done” if I chose to come back home with them, so to school, and forget everything that I’ve ever written, performed...” 

“They said that??” 

The young man remained silent, but instead nuzzled further into you. 

“They said that they could arrange for a meeting with their legal team to finalize it in as little as two days if I decide to do it. Those assholes expedited the whole process and called up their lawyers to make it happen as quick as possible...” 

“Bin...” You cooed, and smoothed up and down his back. Being close to him like this you could nearly feel his own heart breaking in his chest against yours. 

“Do I forget everything that I was to chase this...dream? Or do I go back, get their support, live a normal life...” 

“--Stop.” You gently pushed his hand away to look up at him. “This, all of this is your life Changbin. It’s what you’ve worked hard for relentlessly and it’s what makes you happy, isn’t it? Yeah, it’s harder to do, but you’ve gotten so far, people love you! You’ve made a name for yourself, people want to hear your music--” 

“--Yeah, my names gotten itself out there a little too well for my parent’s opinions.” 

You wiped a tear cascading from one of his exhausted eyes. “They should be proud of you, not trying to suppress you.”  

“They...don’t want me to be Changbin any more. Do you know how that feels? I’ve lived my whole life being me and now they just want to take away the very last thing that I have that they didn’t touch?” He stifled a sob. 

“Hey! Just because you change it on paper, doesn’t mean we have to call you that!” You laughed out gently, “If you want to get a driver’s license or something it might be important...but, you’re always going to be Changbin to me, and Minho and everyone else who knows you. A name is just a word. You make up who you really are.” 

Changbin laughed out, then returned his hand to pat at your head. 

“Who told you to say that?” 

You chuckled back at the way that he had turned your words back on you. “No one.” 

“I’m just me, but...” Under the covers, your legs intertwined. “I think that if we compare a life of missed oppurtunties to a life where you leave a couple things behind, its worth leaving.” 

Body heat swirled between the two of you, and it was as calming as a song. Changbin brought his hand down to caress the side of your cheek with as much gentleness one would with those fragile snowflakes. 

Past his shoulder, your eye caught a small piece of paper that had been pasted to the wall above his desk: right in a space where he could see it if he had sat at his desktop. It was crinkled and held several creases and the lead that had been used to draw on it had smudged as if it had rubbed up against itself. 

It was a picture of a bench, some Christmas lights, and the city skyline behind it.

Tears flooded your eyes, and then fell freely onto his his fingers where he held your face. They caught in the corners of your mouth, and heated up your eyes. 

“Woah, hey, what is it?” Changbin rubbed away the wet and pulled you even closer to him. 

“Y-you kept it?” Your voice wavered. 

“Kept what?” 

You pointed a shaking finger to your drawing posted on the wall, and his eyes widened at first like he was embarrassed, then he slowly faded into something much softer. 

He nearly whispered the words, “Of course.” 

“W-why?” 

“It reminded me of you and that night. I think that I realized something then.” 

“What’s that?” He wiped your tears once more, stretching the skin of your face as he did so. 

“I realized that, well...I’m in over my head here.” He laughed out lightly. “Do you need me to say it again? I love you a fuck ton, alright? Getting over things, and healing from things...it’s not easy. You...don’t have to apologize for the mess of things and what it did to you. It’s not your fault.” 

You threw your head into the crook of his neck to sob openly. But I hurt you. I made you wait...I-I don’t wait you to wait any longer.” 

“And I made you wait too. My stupid...my parents fucked me up too, and I couldn’t get over the fact that this fucking mess that they made of me put a wedge between me and you. I didn’t feel like you deserved...I’m a mess too. A fucking nervous, cocky bastard at times and I don’t know how to talk about it. Isn’t that pathetic?” 

“What?? No--” 

“You wanna call it even then?” He grinned out, and it was his sly little smile that you had found yourself thinking of after you had seen it for the first time those months ago. 

“I--” 

“Damn. It does feel kinda good to talk about things.” He joked. 

You cried out his name even harsher, then melted into his whole body. He was boundless in the way that he had understood you, and how he had looked you without condition or pause. 

You don’t have to be scared any more. 

With your face muffled in the fabric of his shirt, you let the words fly of your tongue with reckless abandon, and it felt as if you had finally been rid of the crushing shroud fogging your mind, and chaining your heart. 

“I-I want you to be...my Changbin. An-and I want to be--” 

“--Wait!” Changbin pulled you back by the shoulders with a new and wild smile on his face that only grew wider by the second. A type of excited panic flamed in his chocolate brown eyes. “Willyoubemygirlfriend???” He said at light speed. 

You were confused as to why he had said it as such, but you nodded, finally feeling the sense of respite that you had searched so hard for. “Y-yes?” 

Changbin startled you with his sudden crack of laughter, then squeezed you so tight that it became hard to breathe. Once he let go looser, he bowed in deep to press dozens of kisses on your mouth and around it. Most of them missed the mark, but that didn’t matter to him. He only stopped for a couple moments to mutter the words, “I wanted to say it first.” You would’ve laughed had he not been attacking you incessantly with more and more pecks that you struggled to keep up with. 

“I-I’m sorry again that I made you wait--” 

Changbin rolled his weight over to lean carefully over your body tangled up in the sheets, then kissed away at your lips with “don’t say that’s “ quietly. “Thank you for trusting me.” He said quickly, then returned, pouring out oceans of admiration onto your lips until they felt a little raw. You kissed him back too, and you kissed him like you wanted to spend your whole life holding him back. His blissful little “oh’s” tickled at your lips, and you giggled at the way that they vibrated. 

Once you had properly kissed nearly all of the air out of each other’s lungs, you laid back, gasping, and each still a bit bewildered. 

“Thank you for trusting me too.” You turned your head to look at him where he lay with quickened breaths quaking his chest. 

“When I go through with this name thing, can you...be there?” 

“Yes.” 

“Thank you.” He said, barely loud enough for you to hear. His strong hands fell down his shirt which you wore; down to the small of your back where he snuck up the fabric. His fingers tickled at your tiny hairs there. 

“I have one more loose end to tie myself. One more place that I need to make peace.” 

Changbin nodded. “Mm. We’ll get through it together.” 

To your surprise, Changbin then took to pulling his sweater over his head, revealing his bare chest, then pulled off his pants from his legs a bit awkwardly under the covers. 

“W-what are you doing?” 

He giggled, then pulled at the hem of your shirt for you to do the same. 

“Trust me.” He whispered. 

You held his eyes as you did, and your bare skin too met the crinkling edges of the sheets which were a bit colder than you had expected. Changbin watched as you did so with a prideful little grin. 

“I-I’m confused.” You hugged your arms over your cold torso. 

“You’re so gorgeous.” He merely muttered, uncrossing your arms for him to look at you fully, then pulled you by the under sides of your chin back to his lips. He pulled gently at your bottom lip with his teeth. “Clothes were getting in the way.” He hushed, then set to unhooking your bra behind your back. 

“Getting in the way of what?” 

“Me being as close to you as I possibly can.” 

While he had said the phrase calmly, it still sent heat rising straight to your cheeks. 

“I want to hold my love like this for as long as she’ll let me. Can I?” 

Your two bodies met in the middle, flush, buzzing with a kind of giddy energy that only heightened the more curious that your hands got eating up each other’s presence. 

“As long as you’ll let me do the same.” 

You couldn’t quite tell, but it had almost felt as if Changbin had scribbled little invisible messages into the skin of your back. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” He answered. 

You took his wrist to kiss at the line of a scar that lived there. Naturally, Changbin blushed rosy from the action--then promptly pretended that he just hadn’t. 

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[agerestorybits]

morality abandoned.

(Themes of verbal abuse and neglect) 

(please informing me if I need to correct the tags, thank you.)

Patton used to be taken care of. Roman and Virgil would take turns watching him but now…

Patton was little hugging his stuffed cat that he got from Roman and knocked on Roman’s door only to be ignored again. “Ro?” He called softly, clearly little. Still Roman refused him enterary.

So he left to go check if Virgil would talk to him again. It was unlikely but still he would hope before going back to bed to cry for the remainder of his time little then pick himself back up, move on and try to fix things.

Even if it never worked.

He was halfway there when he ran into Remus. “What’s a little thing like you running around alone for?” He asked seeing that Patton was regressed.

Patton sniffed and pointed at Virgil’s door.

“Mm Cg.” He muttered.

Remus nodded and let him past to the door. Patton knocked. “Vee? Can see ou now?”

“FUCK OFF!” Virgil growled from inside.

Patton jumped at the yell before his shoulders slumped and tears fell. He sat down on the floor outside Virgil’s door and hid his face in his plushie to cry. Remus stood there staring for a solid minute not moving until he got the urge to crack Virgil’s skull open down.

He went over and picked up Patton who looked at him surprised. “Wat doin?”

“You need someone to take care of you and if THAT ASSFACE is going to ignore you even if you’re little looks like I’ll pick up the slack.” Remus said yelling at Virgil’s door. He got a few steps away before Virgil opened the door.

Patton lit up seeing his caregiver. Virgil glared at him. “Who cares if he needs someone to watch him!” Virgil snapped.

“I hate to be responsible but you don’t blame a little for their big mistakes.” Remus said shifting so Patton was further away from Virgil as Patton peeked up scared of his caregiver.

Virgil snorted before looking at Patton again who burst out crying and hid his face. Hid from him. Virgil’s anger died but before he could step forward or say anything Remus took off with Patton.

---

Remus kicked open the door to Janus’ room and plopped Patton down on the bed. Janus looked up from where he was reading in the corner. “Oh..you brought a guest.”

Patton waved with one hand and dried his tears with his cat plush in the other. “Hi.”

“Guess fucking what?” Remus said pissed. Janus sighed and closed his book.

“Please don’t tell me that you-”

“They are IGNORING LITTLE HIM.” Remus said without letting Janus speak.

Janus stood up. “What?”

“He was knocking on their doors, Roman didn’t even answer and V-douche-”

“Child.” Janus reminded him before Remus could go further. Remus looked at Patton who was confusion and more than a little upset.

“Sorry Patty cake I’m not mad at you.” Remus said softly he and Janus sat down on either side of him on the bed.

“Yous not?” Patton whispered.

Janus offered him a hug, Patton crawled into his lap. “Of course not. We would never be mad at little you.” Janus promised.

Patton looked down the the stuffed cat. “Mm caregives are. They ate me now.”

“They don’t hate you.” Janus lied.

“Jan..” Remus said looking at him. Janus sighed.

“They hate you a little bit. BUT they will get over it.” Janus said.

“Hope so.” Patton hugged the cat so tightly it’s head would have popped off if it had been real.

Remus wanted to go smack the heck out of them for this. Janus put a hand on Remus’ shoulder and gave him a look.

Remus nodded. Later.

For now it was time to take care of Patton.

---

Roman and Virgil were waiting for Patton when Remus was taking him back to his room for bedtime. Patton lit up when he saw them before slumping and half hiding behind Remus.

Roman took a breath. “Patton...It’s been unfair of us to treat little you so harshly while big you was the one to cause the problems.” Patton looked hopeful.

“But we can’t handle being around you right now.” Virgil said. “So until things get resolved….we aren’t your caregivers anymore.”

Patton had tears pooling in his eyes. “Ok.” He whispered sniffling. Remus held onto Patton, and watched as Roman and Virgil left.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Remus said taking Patton into his bedroom.

Patton crawled in bed and curled up still silently crying. Remus laid down next to him and pulled him against his side. “When Virgil left I felt awful. I kept hoping that he would come back and things would be normal again.”

Patton looked at him. Remus sighed, “Sometimes people leave and we can’t change that. I’m sorry.”

Patton patted Remus’ cheek. “It k.” He paused. “Ous leave too?”

Remus hugged him tightly. “No...No I won’t leave too.” Remus promised. “I’ll stick around, can’t get rid of me. And Janus’ be here too.”

“Tank you.” Patton said. “Ous can leave thou. I a bother.”

Remus hugged Patton tighter. “Never a bother. You deserve to be little and have care while being little.” Then Remus groaned. “I’ve spent too much time with Dee.”

Patton giggled. He hugged Remus tightly as he fell asleep. Remus stared at the ceiling for hours afterwards before drifting to sleep as well. As long as he was around, Patton wasn’t going to be abandoned again.

---

Patton was waiting. He was being cared for by Remus and Janus until Ro.an and Virgil wanted him back. He never told them what he was doing but had a feeling everyone knew. Roman and Virgil did let him come back. Only, they were still mad. They didn’t say it out right but would be overly mad at him for being loud or as they said ‘annoying’.

Roman yells at him for being too loud, he runs crying silently to Janus and Remus.

Virgil yells at him for bothering him too much, he stops asking for help, making it harder for Janus and Remus to make him feel better.

They decided to ‘take breaks’ from being his caregiver again. Each break lasts longer and longer until Patton isn’t acting normal ever. Always worried and quiet. He doesn’t make jokes anymore. To check up on people not wanting to be a bother. He doesn’t show up for movie nights anymore, or eat with everyone else in the kitchen.

Remus and Janus are furious.

Janus was rocking Patton to sleep as he was little. He was in the middle of the common room and Hissed as Virgil walked passed without even acknowledging that his little needed help. That he caused him so much stress he was having nightmares. Janus sent a seathing comment, one that Virgil sent him back a glare at but didn't reply.

That morning Patton was regressed and hanging on Roman's arm as Roman walked around barely noticing him. Just speaking to him when he wanted too and Patton beaming excited at being seen. Remus was disgusted by his brother's behavior and that was saying something.

Later he found Patton curled up in his bed staring off silently as he cried. Remus pulled him into his lap and let himself cry himself out before Patton snapped out of his Regression and excused himself with an extremely fake smile. Patton made breakfast the next morning without eating himself. Roman and Virgil didn't say a word about it.

---

Logan was regressing alone. He had wanted to try and get Roman and Virgil watch after him but… Well… after seeing what happened to Patton he couldn't. So he was by himself, timing himself to build lego sets faster when Remus come in looking for Patton.

"You're little?" Remus asked.

"Yeah. Patton is too, he was by earlier. Was crying so I played a little bit too but…" Logan scowled and angrily clicked two pieces together.

"But?" Remus asked.

"Roman yelled at him. Told him to not bug me. We were having fun too!" Logan snapped as he finished the castle set and clicking the timer. He barely beat his time.

Remus hummed. Half a mind to go hunt Roman down, half a need to take care of a lonely little and probably upset one. So he picked up Logan and went in search of patton. He had two littles to cheer up and take care.

He found Patton in his room and Dropped Logan on the bed next to him. Judging from Patton’s gasp and giggle he was still little. Remus tickled him a little before putting his hands on his hips. “Sooo guess I have two little Allll to myself this afternoon!”

“Yeah!” Logan said, almost vibrating with excitement of having two playmates. Patton hugged both of them and broke down crying, startling Remus and causing Remus to gently hug him back.

“It’s ok, We’re here.” Remus soothed and pulled both of them into his lap with a little wiggling. Logan patted Patton’s back, “We can sleep together if you want. This way cuddles!” Logan really wanted cuddles and despite Patton being upset wanted the contact. Besides it would cheer both of them. And that would be for the best he thought Logically, or as logically as anyone in little space could.

“So cookies too?” Logan asked knowing that would excite Patton and cheer him up, Or at least it should.

Patton deflated more and shook his head. “Too gross.”

Remus stared at him. “Cookies aren’t gross.”

“I is. Too fat.” Patton said wiping at his tears. “Vee and Ro says so.”

Logan and Remus froze. Logan hugged Patton tightly before dragging him wordless off the bed and out of the room to go get him so many cookies. (just enough that he didn’t get sick cu that was no fun.) He was climbing up onto the counter before Remus got into the room and rushed over picking him and up ans setting him onto the ground.

“Hey!” Logan protested. Remus ignored him and got the cookies down.

“There you can each have three.” He said opening the lid. They each grabbed three Logan sneaking and Forth for Patton, Remus caught it but Let him do so. Patton needed cheering up and a little crime was good for the brain and spirit, especially cookie crimes.

They nibbled on their cookies in front of the t.v watching Blue’s clues and Dora. Remus kept his comments to the shows to himself. At least the non child friendly ones, yelling out the wrong answers to see the little’s correct him, was too cute to resist.

At bedtime Logan led them through their routine and drug Patton to Bed with him and cuddled him so tightly that he made and small squeak. Remus chuckled at that, and tucked him in. “Stay?” Patton asked, it was the first thing he asked for the whole time. Like Remus was going to turn him down.

“Scoot over.” Was the only warning they got before Remus flopped onto them.

---

Roman went to check on Patton in the morning and found him cuddling with Remus. REMUS! He managed to pull Patton aside and started yelling at him. “He’s the bad guy!” He hissed at him.

“But he helps me.” Patton stood up for Remus feeling sick but not sure why. Maybe it was just because He was being yelled at.

“He’s evil! Do you want Thomas to be evil?” That was a really low blow but Roman’s Pride had been hurt too many times by Patton going to HIS BROTHER instead of him. If Patton could just behave none of this would be a problem.

“I’m not...he’s not evil...I’m not.” Patton said, his voice dropping to a whisper. He hugged himself unsure and dropping onto his little space fast.

Roman crossed his arms and scowled. “You need to stop going to them. Thomas is going to turn out evil if you don’t. I beg you want that.”

“What? No I doesn’t!” Patton teared up. “You’re being mean.”

Roman raised his eyebrows in mock offence. “Are you BLAMING ME? I’m trying to do the right thing! That’s all it is with you isn’t it? Just blame someone else for your mistakes!” Roman pushed Patton’s shoulder none too gently.

Patton burst out crying and ran off, getting half way to Janus before freezing. He..He didn’t want Thomas to be evil. He needed to ask someone about this.

So he went to Virgil.

Virgil was pissed to be woken up and even more so that Roman was pissed off too. Not that he was standing up for Patton just that Roman didn’t seem to stand up for his fellow caregiver. “He’s right you’ve been running off to the wrong people this whole time. Who are your caregivers?”

“You and Ro.” Patton whispered confused and scared that he was getting yelled at.

Virgil nodded and smiled, “That’s right. Good job bud.” Patton smiled happy that Virgil seemed happy.

He would be better, he had to be. He nodded and left to think. He would be better.

---

He started avoid everyone, Scared of Ro and Vee, worried that he was messing up with Re and Jan. Both sides of sides blaming the others for Patton’s behavior turning Patton into a weapon to hurt the others.

Every day seems to be endless arguing between the two sets of caregivers, they argue back and forth. Patton hasn't went back to Janus or Remus at all ever sense his caregivers told him that he could make Thomas evil, and the guilt of avoiding him has been eating him up tremendusly. He wanted to desperatly run off to Remus and Janus, but he knew that his caregivers would yell at him.

Todays fight ended up being the worst one out of the whole week, Janus ending up shouting something that triggered Virgil badly. Roman rebuted loudly shouting stuff like, "This is why you aren't accepted" and "This is why YOU are a bad guy!"

Over the past week, Patton has just been silently breaking down, trying not to get in the way, the last time he tried, Roman shoved him and told him to back off and Virgil snarled at him. Patton didn't know what to do.

Remus was finally over it and finally shouted, "IF YOU ARE SUCH GOOD CAREGIVERS THEN WHY DOESN'T LOGAN EVER COME TO YOU HUH?? YOU MESSED UP WITH PATTON SO HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE THERE EITHER, SUCH GOOOOOOOOD CAREGIVERS"

Patton melts down, he didn't want this, he didn't want everyone to be upset, he ruined everything, now Logi can't even regress around anyone because of him.

Logan noticed the loud noise and went to investigate, finding Patton curled up crying in the corner, hands over his ears as the other four screamed at each other. He was quick to get a shaking Patton out of there and safely to his room dropping as he went. He was in a bit of an older headspace so he was able to get Patton into his bed and rock him until the younger little wasn’t shaking anymore.

“I’m sorry!” They both cried. Patton for feeling like he messed everything up and Logan for not stepping up before in or out of Littlespace. Even if neither of them were to blame the guilt ate at them and apologizing for it make them feel a tiny bit better. Enough that Patton could fall and asleep and Logan remained awake to watch over him.

Meanwhile Remus and Janus noticed that the Little was gone and all four of the Caregivers where in a race to find him before Remus thought to check Logan’s room, Remus and Janus burst in first followed quickly by Roman and Virgil.

Logan held up a finger in his lips glare at him. “He’s asleep.” He whispered fiercely.

Remus and Janus silently went over to the bed while Roman and Virgil left feeling...guilty Thoughts a mess.

Maybe Remus and Janus were right.

What did that make them?

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Patton woke up to breakfast, one that everyone insisted he eat with them. Logan was still little and much to Patton’s delight was being cared for by Remus and Janus, as well was he was. Remus and Janus took up being His permanent caregiver, Roman and Virgil giving up the role much to Patton’s dismay yet relief.

Things went to a new normal. Patton slowly became more used to being with Remus and Janus. Even with Logan.

He still saw Roman and Virgil around, It was hard but getting easier the more time they were nicer to him. They still had work to do on themselves. Some days they were bitter and ignored him still, those days were hard. But, they would come back later and apologize and that helped some what.

Patton was sitting on Janus’ lap, Logan on Remus’ both with cookies as they watched cartoons.

He felt safe and most importantly, loved.

#gaslighting #abuse #verbal abuse #Agere patton #agere logan #cg virgil #cg roman #cg remus #cg janus