#meanwhile I’m sobbing even though I know what happens

[galactic-magick]

Just showed my parents GOTG3 and they literally did not cry at all. They’ve never cried during a Marvel movie but I thought surely this one would break them. I am very shocked

#like they still looked sad during the sad parts but no tears #meanwhile I’m sobbing even though I know what happens #anyways now that I’ve rewatched the movie I’ve got my inspiration for the characters back #so I’ll probably be finishing some of my requested fics #so stay tuned besties #guardians of the galaxy #gotg 3 #rhi rambles

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

beautiful mess | f. odair

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summary: finnick knows exactly how to comfort you in a moment of insecurity.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship, menstruation, fluff, boyfriend!finnick being a cutie patootie, angst, mild hurt/comfort, insecurity, a little overdramatic but it’s cute idc

notes: about to get my period so this is kind of self-indulgent lmao. the number of times I rewrote this is insane. i hope i didn’t disappoint <3

“You know, I think I could pull off one of those long wizard beards,” Finnick said, admiring himself in the bathroom mirror as he shaved down the slight stubble on his jaw. “Those ones that go down to your chest? I could decorate it with little seashells and twine. It’d look hot, don’t you think?”

His playful words didn’t register in your mind.

Frustrated tears threatened to spill as the hairbrush in your hand tugged harshly at the roots of your hair. Nausea was bubbling in your stomach as you stared at your reflection, feeling as though not a single human being in history had ever looked as ugly as you did right now.

“Sweetheart?”

Here you were standing next to a Greek god, meanwhile, your skin was all hot and blotchy, your hair was a tangled mess, and your stomach was aching something awful. Christ, you hated being on your period.

A hard lump was lodged in your throat; you tried to swallow it, but there was no use. Warm tears had already begun to stream down your cheeks. Unable to bear the sight of yourself any longer, you turned away from the mirror. As you reached for the bathroom door handle, a sharp unexpected cramp pierced at your insides, causing your legs to buckle and collapse to the cold tiled floor.

That was the last straw. You just couldn’t hold it in anymore. A disharmony of cries burst from your lips, reverberating around the small room as your shuddering body folded over itself. Curse the Fates for having you been born a girl.

Finnick, now switched to panic mode, quickly dropped to his knees before you, eyes wide and alert.

“Hey, hey!” he said soothingly as his hand moved to rub your back in support, though he wasn’t even sure what he was supporting.

A thousand-and-one distressing thoughts flew through his mind. Had someone died? Were you injured? Were you dying? Obviously, these ideas were a little irrational considering you were just standing next to him a second ago. But seeing the love of his life in pain and not knowing why made him fear the absolute worst.

“Baby, what happened? What’s wrong?”

All you could do was sob in response. You felt pathetic. Stupid, ugly, and pathetic. “How can you—” Another sob left your lips— “stand to look at me?!”

You could feel his hand stop moving which, illogically, made you even more upset.

“What?” he asked quietly. “What do you mean ‘stand to look at you’? Please, sweetheart. Talk to me.”

Finally, you forced yourself to sit up, revealing the tears that streaked your distraught expression. Finnick’s brows scrunched together, almost like he was in pain watching you in such a state of disarray. He tried to think of anything he might’ve done to make you feel this way because, of course, the first thing Finnick Odair would do was blame himself. But nothing came to mind.

Your heavy heart sank—he looked so worried. A part of your brain knew you were overreacting. Justa little bit. It made you feel even more terrible, knowing he was panicked simply because you didn’t like how you looked. Nevertheless….

“I look so ugly!” you cried. “My hair is all knotted, my face is all red and gross, my stomach is cramping, and—and… I’m just a mess!” You buried your face in your hands. “Why are you even with me?”

Shock was an understatement compared to what Finnick felt when those words left your mouth. Never in a million years would he believe someone like you—someone who looked like you—could ever possibly be insecure about their appearance, and now, of all times.

He gently reached out and removed the hands that shielded your face. You attempted to turn away to conceal yourself in shame, in fear that if he got too close, he would discover your flaws and see you the way you saw yourself. But he caught your chin with a single finger and compelled you to meet his gaze.

Yes, your skin was a little red and your eyes were a little bloodshot, but that didn’t mean you looked ugly. In fact, your rosy cheeks glowed with such radiance that the teardrops falling from your crystalline eyes looked like shimmering diamonds. Your lips, which were slightly quivering, were reddened and plump—an alluring contrast to the hue of your skin.

Not that he would say it given the insensitivity and selfishness of admitting such a thought, but he believed you cried quite beautifully.

“Because I don’t think you’re a mess,” Finnick said softly, ironically tucking multiple disordered strands of hair behind your ear. “You’re human, and you don’t need to look or feel perfect all the time. That’s why you’ve got me—I’ll always think the most of you. And when you’re feeling this way, I’ll always remind you so too.”

You tried to allow his compassionate words to seep into your brain, tried to turn his beliefs into your own. However, the storm of emotions inside your mind was refusing to dissipate. The insecurities just wouldn’t subside and Finnick could see it in your glossy eyes.

“Listen to me,” he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that fell across your skin. “Waking up and seeing your gorgeous face next to mine? That’s what gives me the strength to get up every morning. Those imperfections you’re so adamant about? They only make me love you so much more.

I love every part of you. Every so-called flaw, every tangled strand of hair on that pretty little head of yours.” He grinned as he consolingly ran his fingers through your hair which, in his opinion, was perfectly soft and smooth. “You’re my girl and nothing will ever make me want it any other way.”

Hearing his declaration had your heart aching in your chest. Your hand curled around his arm, needing some physical anchor to the reassuring words he spoke. There was nothing but sincerity in his voice, a sure-fire sign that he was telling the truth.

You realised you never had to worry about Finnick finding you unattractive. Though you were a little worried he was partially blind which, unfortunately, represented your own seemingly unshakeable insecurities.

“I wish I could see myself the way you do,” you whispered, voice hoarse from crying.

“I know,” he sighed. “I know, but just give it time. One day you’ll look back and wonder what the hell you were thinking. I mean, you? Ugly? Sweetheart, we might need to get you some glasses.”

You sniffled, lips stretching into a wobbly smile. “You’re an idiot.”

He lifted your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Only for you,” he quipped in response, wearing a light-hearted smirk on his lips. “Come here.”

He opened his arms, beckoning you to seek solace in his embrace. You scooted closer, sinking into his broad chest as his arms enveloped you. Your legs were folded awkwardly beneath your body and Finnick’s back ached from the lack of support behind him, but neither of you seemed to mind.

What is love without a little suffering?

His hand stroked the length of your hair, curling random strands between his fingers in admiration. Your fingertips danced across his tanned skin, amorously tracing the words ‘I love you’ over and over. You weren’t sure if he even noticed; it didn’t really matter. The sentiment remained true.

You listened to his heart beating centimetres from your ear. Thump. Thump. Thump. And you were grateful it beat for you. You were so, so grateful for Finnick. For his strong arms that soothed you in their embrace. For his lips that released a swarm of butterflies in your stomach with just a quirk of their corners. For his voice that could lift you from the deepest, darkest pit at any given moment.

So, when you whispered, “Thank you,” it was much more than a show of appreciation for his words of reassurance. It was gratitude for his existence. His entire being. For his love which echoed your own.

“Always,” he whispered in return.

Time began to pass but you remained in the same position—holding each other closely, dearly. And then as more minutes passed, rationality began to set in. You were thinking about apologising for your dramatics, but Finnick had other ideas.

“Wait, did you say your stomach’s cramping?” he asked suddenly. You simply nodded. “Are you on your period?”

Your head turned to bury your face against his chest in embarrassment. “Yes,” your voice muffled into his shirt.

Finnick grinned to himself. He didn’t want to play the stereotype card but knowing that detail helped him understand your actions a little better now.

“Well,” he began, gently coaxing you away from his chest so he could look into your eyes. “How about you come sit with me in the kitchen, hm?” He caressed the line of your cheekbone as he spoke. “I’ll cook you some pancakes and then we can both melt into the couch all day. Does that sound good?”

You pretended to think about it for a moment, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “Chocolate chip pancakes?”

He made some noise between a chuckle and a scoff. “Of course. Anything else would be a culinary tragedy.”

“Oh, Finnick Odair,” you proclaimed theatrically, winding your arms around his neck as you pulled yourself further against him. “How I love you so.”

In response, his face lit up with a stupidly lovesick grin. This man will be the absolute death of me, you silently swore. You couldn’t help but lean in and press a soft endearing kiss to each dimple that hollowed his cheeks; doing so only made his smile stretch impossibly wider.

The touch of his deft fingertips settled on the sides of your cheeks, holding your face in his hands like it was his most prized possession—technically, you were. His smile never disappeared as he leaned forward, kissing you with such ardent affection that you were afraid your heart might give out from the consuming potency of his adoration.

It tasted like salt, your tears having now dried on your lips. More importantly, it tasted like love. Warm, sweet, syrupy love.

You pulled away, murmuring against his lips, “You would look hot with a wizard beard, by the way."

He chuckled lightly, sustaining the five-second break before returning to your lips to whisper the words, “I knew it.”

#wife-of-all-dilfs ✍️ #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair x fem!reader #finnick odair angst #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair fanfic #finnick x reader #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #sam claflin #mockingjay part 2 #the hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games fanfic #josh hutcherson #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #katniss everdeen

[charliemwrites]

Part 7 of Charmed Slasher Simon

CW for gore and violence. No smut (yet) this part was already long enough so I’m saving it for part 8

The carpets are drenched in blood, squish beneath Simon’s boots as he toes a lifeless arm out of the way. Headcount: 5 dead, 6 to go. And you for last.

You, wide eyed and paralyzed as you recognized the skull mask from nearly a year ago. Your manager had to drag you off. Simon’s going to cut his fingers off one by one for that.

Your coworkers are such easy prey. Hapless in the dark with a snowstorm raging outside. Huddling first for warmth and now from fear. You’re trying to gather everyone up; strength in numbers. Not a bad idea. But Simon’s faster and quieter and he’s been picking them off one by one.

The ones you’ve always liked he gives a quick death. A hot spill of blood before they even realize they’re dead. The others though - ones that have reported you to HR, badmouthed you to the boss, so much as stolen a pen. Those he’s been taking special care with, dooming them to long, slow deaths that you always stumble upon too late to do much more than cry and hold their hands.

Oh you’re so pretty like this. It really is the best of you. Too kind for your own good, all that altruism useless against a tidal wave of violence. He loves to watch you be so good.

It’s three more before he finds you again - separated from that manager. All on your own. Simon will have his guts for that as well, since he’s not using them.

He lunges at you, just slow enough that you can duck away as his knife thunks against the wall. Your eyes are so big; he can see the reflection of the mask in them.

You scramble away without looking back like the smart girl you are and Simon grins to himself as he takes his time following. There’s a yelp and then a thump, your quiet curse. Simon rounds the corner but you’re long gone - the smeared blood from you slipping though…

His cock twitches. You, covered in the blood of his victims, your own coworkers…

He rips the mask off and tucks the knife away as he hears voices up ahead. His name in a harsh whisper. He puts on the same terrified look he’s seen a million times, crouches down as he wobbles around the corner.

“Riley!”

You choke off a sob as you stumble to him, hands reaching. He catches you fast, eyes flicking over your shoulder to find Brandon trembling behind the couch.

“Where have you been?!” you murmur, eyes flicking over his face, his body. “oh, god you’re covered in blood!”

“‘S not mine, luv.”

You sniffle, shaking hands gripping at his forearms. “I-it’s awful. I don’t know why this is happening again.”

“It’ll be alright, I’ll keep you safe from him.”

You give him a half-hearted smile. Simon mirrors it, putting on his best survivor face.

“How do you know it’s a ‘he’?” Brandon asks.

Simon levels him a flat look. “Caught a glimpse of him gutting your manager. Big fucking bloke.”

You whimper; he’s all too happy to bundle you in his arms, stain you in crimson. From the other side of the couch, Brandon is staring. Hard.

“Where have you been?”

“Hiding. Like you.”

You pull away, frown at Brandon in confusion.

“Where?” Brandon persists.

Simon narrows his eyes in warning but the wormfood doesn’t take it back.

“Wherever I can,” Simon answers. “Like you.”

“Then why are you covered in so much blood?”

You step between them, as if you could do anything if they did start fighting.

“Brandon, what are you getting at?” You ask. “You don’t seriously think…?”

“Well where the hell did all that blood come from then?!”

Simon scoffs, puts a little hysteria in it. “You think I did all this?! You think I - that I-”

Except once he starts laughing in disbelief, he can’t stop. It’s just too funny. This idiot that can’t recognize something that doesn’t belong to him has Simon clocked in less than five cumulative minutes. Meanwhile, you’ve been orbiting around him like a little moon for months and haven’t had so much as an inkling.

“I can’t,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “I can’t keep a straight face. Never was much of an actor.”

The blood is draining from your face as you stare at him, warring with denial burning in your eyes. He coos, slips the mask from his back pocket and waves it in front of your face.

“Been too long since we last did this, eh, luv? Better venue than the hospital at least.”

You whimper, too frightened to even cry properly, all that water and energy going into survival. He takes a single step forward and grins as you nearly trip over yourself getting away.

“Careful, luv. I want a proper chase from you this time.”

But first-

“If you stay right there and give her time to run, I might not flay off all your skin.”

And the fucking coward bolts. Simon tsks in disgust, pulls the mask over his face.

“Looks like you didn’t learn the lesson last time,” he muses to you. “Your friends haven’t got any better. I’ll have to find another way to make the lesson stick.”

You pivot and dart around the couch, sprinting for the same doorway Brandon went through. Simon merrily follows, hopping the couch and letting his boots land hard to warn you that he’s right behind you.

You take sharp corners and double back, thinking that his larger size will make it harder to change directions. It would be smart in any other situation, against anyone else. But this is Simon, and he’s letting you stay just out of reach. Only tugging at your clothes when it seems like you need an extra boost.

As you’re passing through a doorway, there’s an ominous creak. A huge grandfather clock that nearly slams into Simon. You don’t dare look back, taking the next corner and disappearing.

Simon looks up at the landing where the clock used to stand. Brandon is leaning over the railing, white knuckled and despairing. Simon cracks his neck, rolls his shoulders.

“Alright then.”

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #dark fic #reader fic #charmed slasher ghost #final girl reader

[anxiousnerdwritings]

That incest imagine made me think of your old papa green arrow content lol, what if the darling is the same darling but they escaped years ago and the batfam doesn't know it? Imagine the shock of batfam when both darling and damian are gone and can't seem to find them. Meanwhile papa green arrow is hugging the darling while damian talked to black canary about wtf happened inside the manor. (Papa green areow is disgusted and enraged)

(Oh, gosh I miss Yan!papa!Green Arrow so much!!!!! We need more of him again honestly🥰🥰🥹🥹. Thank you for sending him back in my life again, anon!)

Okay but when the Reader had disappeared before, Oliver had been so beside himself for so long. He never stopped looking for them though, even after all these years. He still held out hope for reuniting with his bby again so when he and Dinah hear a knock on their door late one night and open it to see their beloved lost bby standing there before their eyes you can bet this man sobbed holding his bby in his arms again.

To say both Dinah and Oliver are appalled hearing what all Bruce and his other boys have been doing, especially to their bby, is an absolute fucking understatement. You’re damn right they’re disgusted and enraged, it takes everything in Oliver to not run out the door then and there and give those fuckholes what they deserve, but he needs to be here for his bby. They’re the one that matters the most right now, they always have been.

I’m completely imagining an absolutely unwilling!darling in this scenario and just the thought that while the Reader was going through the whole ordeal with the batfamily they thought numerous times about how good they had it with Olly all those years before. You can bet Dinah will be the Reader’s personal therapist after this. And if need be she and Olly would get the Reader the help they need outside of them.

#anxious answers #yandere oliver queen #yandere green arrow #yanpapa green arrow #yandere dinah lance #yandere black canary #yandere damian wayne #yandere bruce wayne #yandere batboys #yandere dc concept #yandere batboy concept #yandere concept

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Matt Murdock’s child (Part 4)

Matt Murdock x child!reader

warnings:

a/n: thank you guys so much for waiting patiently for this!!! (except for that one anon who got an attitude with me for not writing this fast enough for them if you’re reading this, learn some manners) anyways, so glad that i finally finished daredevil, now i just gotta push through the last few defenders shows (and catch up on everything else i’ve missed in the past year. haha. fuck.

prompt:

part 1 part 2 part 3

everything was just so shitty.

you had to hold it together and pretend like your dad was just on a very long work trip

it wasn’t like you didn’t plan for this. i mean, you had a dozen notes in his handwriting ready for any occasion, just in case something unexpected happened

to whom it may concern, i have been hired by a client residing in california for an undisclosed amount of time. i will be leaving my child, y/n murdock, in the care of their godfather, franklin nelson. due to my condition, i have granted mr. nelson legal permission to make decisions on y/n’s behalf if i am ever unable to, including this period in time. if you have any questions, please call. matthew murdock.

you read that page over and over again while foggy shuffled around your dad’s apartment, gathering all of your stuff and anything of your dad’s you’d want to hang onto

“you know, marci is fixing up the guest room to be more…you. i think when you see it you’re gonna love it” -foggy

you were half spaced out trying to wrap your head around everything

and you were still so pissed off

it made foggy feel even more guilty

“i got their father killed. if i didn’t bring him that suit, given him my blessing, he’d still be here to raise his kid” -foggy

“you’re being too hard on yourself, foggy bear. the others made it out, he chose to stay. that’s not on you” -marci

“it doesn’t feel like that. i mean, every time i look at y/n i feel like they blame me” -foggy

“blame you? y/n loves you. you’ve always been there for them and they are well aware of that” -marci

you kind of hated karen for a while

i know it’s harsh, but almost every time you saw her, she wanted to give you hope instead of helping you grieve

“maybe he’s still out there somewhere, sweetie” -karen, attempting an embrace

you just wanted her to ditch your old apartment and let you move on with what you had left

on a more lighthearted note, you’d always been welcome in the nelson family

“y/n! honey, come here! lord, foggy, y/n looks like you’ve been starvin’ them!” -foggy’s mom

“aw, no, uncle foggy’s—” -you

“nonsense, dear. theo! fix your lovely [niece/nephew/nibling] a sandwich!” -momma nelson

“mom—” -foggy

“don’t even start, y/n’s in our kitchen now. the nelson meats kitchen”

you always felt best surrounded by all that love

meanwhile, your father laid in the church you grew up with. and no intention of calling you up

“matthew, your child. where are they?” -sister maggie

“they’re safe, safer than they’ve ever been” -matt

you had your days ever since midland circle’s collapse though

some days you could be okay, just getting by. you knew deep down you’d be losing him soon, and you were well prepared

other days were violent fits of rage and sorrow, punching bags and screaming and crying

and a time or two, you’d do it in front of foggy

“he left me! he left me for her and he didn’t even say goodbye! and i’m supposed to forgive him?! fuck him, he chose to do this to me, he’s a piece of shit and he i’m glad he’s gone!” -you, screaming through sobs in the middle of the night

foggy would grab you so tight and wouldn’t let go until you were calm again

and marci would cry to herself as she listened, not fully able to process all of your emotions

but she tried as best as she could, she just didn’t have the deep bond you and foggy did (but she definitely did everything she could for you)

she’d have lil lunch dates with you, just you two

“foggy tells me you got another 100 on your test? that’s always a good thing, especially in a class as tough as that” -marci

“yeah, foggy’s kind of my cheerleader when it comes to that stuff” -you

“any ideas for the day? i could take you to a salon or a game…maybe an arcade or a movie?” -marci

honestly you couldn’t express to her how much she really helped you get through the day

foggy and theo came up with the idea to hire you at the sandwich shop, that way you had something to keep you busy and foggy felt less pressured to help out there

it did help get your mind off things—until little whispers of a familiar vigilante started popping up

the day foggy found out matt was still alive…he wanted to kill him for you

“you’re back! does karen know? oh, matt, y/n’s gonna be so happy, they—they’ve been so down since it all happened—” -foggy

“slow down, foggy. i’m…not actually back. matt murdock, he’s gone” -matt

foggy started to get very frustrated by matt’s explanation

“hold on just a second here, matt. your child—for months on end—has been grieving the loss of their father, wishing they could have him back. i’ve done everything i can to keep that kid afloat, destroyed myself watching them fall apart…and you’re not even gonna consider seeing y/n?” -foggy, beginning to raise his voice and hit the table

“they’re safer without me. just keep them far away from fisk. please.” -matt

foggy didn’t even want to mention it to you. he felt awful keeping secrets from you, but knowing your father was out there and wouldn’t see you? after sacrificing himself for elektra? you’d be a mess

but it didn’t stay secret for long once you and foggy were questioned together by the FBI

you kept cool about it in front of agent nadeem, playing along just right. but once that door closed

“he’s alive?! he’s alive and you just didn’t tell me?! and he met with you, why the hell hasn’t he seen me yet?!” -you, weakly trying to attack foggy as you began to cry, he pulled you in for a hug

“i’m sorry, kid. i’m so sorry. i don’t have a lot of answers right now” -foggy

“where is he? i want to see him” -you

you knew the moment you saw him you’d unleash hell

matt did feel guilty not reuniting with you, you were his only child and you just experienced the same pain he had as a child, but he kept justifying it as “protecting you” much to the sister’s dismay

and plans were hashed not long after, you were left out of them all and put under marci’s care

chinese takeout and a tv show marathon was a great plan until you both picked up your phones, shocked to see an attack going on where your friends and family were supposed to be

you were terrified, but you saw marci terrified, too. you were there for her the same way she always was for you

things blew over, you got out of the house to clear your head

matt went back to the church, still hellbent on ending all this

“matthew…i think you should see y/n. think of all they’ve been through, to see you again would, well, it would be a blessing” -sister maggie

“i have to keep them as far away from this as i can” -matt

“they won’t get too far, being a murdock and all. it’s not just your nature, it’s the name. that name is being thrown around everywhere, maybe you could do the protecting this once” -maggie

“can’t risk it, especially not after this imposter daredevil is on the loose. no morals, no self control, he’s dangerous” -matt

“matthew, what would you do if your father ended up being alive after believing he was gone for so long?” -maggie

that happened to put things into perspective, just the one question

unfortunately he got a bit sidetracked overhearing the prayers of maggie, his mother

but matt couldn’t run or hide from you anymore, couldn’t demand foggy keep you away

so he showed up at foggy’s apartment, knocking on the door gently as he knew you were the only one home

when you looked through the peephole, you saw a battered version of your dad, nothing changes

but you flung that door open so fast and…punched him in the chest a dozen times

“you—piece of shit—motherfucker—how could you?! i hate you! i hate you! selfish asshole!” -you

he let it happen, he thought it’d make you feel better until you wore yourself out

“where the hell were you?” -you, sobbing

“doesn’t matter, i’m here now” -matt

“no, you aren’t. you always have something else come up. always” -you

what an inconvenient time for his phone to ring

you heard the message, you knew he had to be somewhere

that was the first time you felt in the loop in a while, though. hearing the message of where he needed to be. that was all you wanted, was to know what was going on. it was the tiny bit of control you needed

there was nothing glamorous about this life, for sure. the idea of him being out there still made you sick.

fogwell’s gym was the next place you saw him, with agent nadeem and foggy

“really exciting being on fisk’s shitlist, huh?” -you to nadeem, fidgeting with old equipment

“cut it out, y/n” -matt

“what? this isn’t our first time around the block, that’s why we’re hiding here” -you

it’d been a while since you’d been here, you used to hang out cuz “abandoned shit is cool”

you were currently taking your anger and anxiety out on a punching bag, revisiting your old karate lessons from way back when

*while talking testimony with nadeem and foggy* “that is…so distracting. hang on, let me just—” -matt, stopping when his arm was grabbed

“no, they need this. leave it alone” -foggy

matt sighed an nodded, feeling like he was in no place to parent at the moment

karen decided to stand with you and watch

“so…you were right” -you

“you don’t seem too happy about that” -karen

“believe me, wish i could be. but do you recognize him? like, really?” -you

“i…i know. he’s changed. but maybe once this all blows over…i think he’ll go back to himself. be a friend—a dad again” -karen

“sure as hell not to me” -you, scoffing “he’s done picking and choosing when he can be my father. i was always supposed to come first”

karen understood. she knew exactly what you meant and she felt it so deeply, but she wanted for you what she couldn’t have anymore

you hadn’t stopped hitting the punching bag as you talked to her

“can i get it a whirl?” -karen

she got a few good hits in, they were noticed by present company

from there, you stuck with foggy. the least likely of the bunch to get shot!

and court did not go spectacularly either, making you feel just as on edge as before

“y/n, listen, i’m not gonna let anyone hurt you. have they ever gotten to you before? no, and it’s gonna stay that way” -matt, cupping your face in his hands to hold as if it were the last, which it was starting to feel that way for the both of you

“you’re not good at promises. you’re gonna leave again” -you, tears beginning to stream down your face

“no, no. well, yeah, for a little bit. it’s fine, y/n, we’re gonna be fine. i love you, okay?” -matt

foggy took you home and you just shut down again. and although there was a LOT of work to do, marci and foggy always made time for you

“y/n, foggy’s making dinner. you wanna help me make dessert? i’m thinking…cupcakes?” -marci

“do we have the good frosting?” -you

“of course, kiddo, i’d never let us run out” -marci, winking

she got a smile out of you and you rushed to the kitchen with her, which lifted both of their spirits of course

but nothing could be calm forever, bodies dropped every minute and you could only wonder “was that my dad?”

and lord help him, he asked for it every day

especially when, after a few more issues arose, he marched straight into the presidential hotel with faux-daredevil

“you…you keep my secret…keep away from my friends…my kid!” -matt

“heh…your kid. ever think they’re gonna follow in your footsteps? you’ll be long gone, i’ll still be here. with them. maybe they’ll be out for revenge, who knows?” -fisk

“you say anything else, vanessa goes down with you. it’s over, fisk. now swear to me, my kid is safe!” -matt

“i swear…just leave vanessa out of it, i’ll leave y/n out of it” -fisk, surrendering

you were watching the news as it happened, stunned, shocked, in awe. it was better than the last time

“foggy let me drink last time they put fisk away” -you

“jesus, weren’t you like, thirteen?” -marci “i mean, now’s fine, that’s about the age i started partying. what the hell? i’ll get the good stuff out. just a little bit though, dont get your hopes up”

(it was like four “little bits” but you weren’t complaining)

you knew it was coming and you acted surprised anyways

“y/n. i am the shittiest dad in the world” -matt

“well aware” -you, arms crossed after he started the conversation that way

“just another chance. i wanna be your dad, i wanna be there for you, you’re like, the best kid anyone could ask for. foggy’s gotta feel pretty lucky having you around” -matt

“last time i gave you another chance to be in my life, you gave it up for elektra. a second time—third if. you count law school” -you

“she’s gone, out of the picture. died under midland circle” -matt, sort of comically waving her off in front of you like he was over it

“yeah? you survived it. and she came back from the dead. how do i know she isn’t gonna pop up out of nowhere again and ruin our relationship again” -you

“i can’t stress enough how little everything matters compared to you right now. i’ll do anything, y/n. i can’t lose you again” -matt

god, you were angry with every word that came out of this mouth. same old spiel. but then again

“i don’t wanna lose you again” -you

matt grinned at you

“i bet you’re smiling back at me” -matt

“you’re on really thin ice, like paper thin. you better cut it out” -you

“that’s fair, i’ll stop…for now” -matt

you did have to go to father lanthom’s funeral, which was a drag. you may not have asked him for as much forgiveness as your dad, but he was still a pretty big part of your life

“hey, y/n. i know i forgot to mention this…but sister maggie? you know her, she’s around. i just found out she’s your grandmother” -matt

“good one” -you, pretending to laugh. matt didn’t laugh though. “you’re not joking? man, you’re telling me that nun is your mom…and you found out when?”

you all went to nelson’s meats afterwards

“so, you make a mean sandwich, i heard” -matt

“im off the clock” -you “and i don’t serve the blind”

“wow, dark! you know that’s discrimination, right? we could take you to court over that. nelson, murdock and page’s first case?” -foggy

“ok, noted. no more blind jokes…is it sound if i don’t serve vigilantes?” -you

“yeah, it’d hold up better in court. having the right to refuse service to anyone” -matt

“hold on, i still can’t get over the fact y/n just said they hate blind people” -karen, nearly snorting

“did not! i’ve only historically hated to blind people…” -you, being stared at for an answer “stick? right, you know?”

“who?” -karen

“alright, can we get back to mourning with nelson’s meats? i mean, we work hard to bury those sorrows in your stomachs” -foggy

“hey! that can be the new slogan!” -you “and your new law firm’s can be ‘we sue teenagers’”

these happened to be your people. no matter what you all went through, you always ended up back here.

BONUS

“can i meet him? spiderman? pleaaaase?” -you

“how many times have we been over this. i didn’t let you meet jessica and i’m not gonna let you meet peter, do you want me to get disbarred?” -matt

BONUS (PT2)

“you’re coming back to new york, right?” -you, over the phone

“of course i am, i told you i just owed a favor to someone out here, i’ll be home soon” -matt

“foggy says that he will take me back if you bail again, and he doesn’t care if i’m legally an adult either” -you

“well, too bad, he can’t have you” -matt

“please don’t tell me you and the she-hulk lady are quote-unquote, ‘friends’” -you

“how do you do that?” -matt

“you’re predictable” -you

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[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

hi! i know valentine's day has already passed, but do you have valentine's day headcanons for leon and luis?

Hello!!!! OOOOOOOOH BOY do I ever!!!!! I don’t think I even need the excuse of Valentines to share these!!!!

• IF he were given full control of the reigns, you just K N O W Luis would go FULL SEND for Valentines. The absolute WORKS. Fancy dinner date, slow dancing at a local ballroom, expensive wine payed for, lakeside walks- you name it. But let’s not kid ourselves that’s PROBABLY not happening. At least not EVERY Valentines.

• Meanwhile Leon is the total opposite- all he wants to do is curl up in bed and sleep the day away. If that’s even possible with his job. Breakfast at 12:30 and bed at 9:00 on the dot. But that doesn’t mean he won’t entertain Luis

• Ballroom dancing lessons. Ballroom dancing lessons ok you know I’m right don’t argue with me. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the lounge room or if it’s at a club or in the middle of the road in the pouring rain Luis is offering his hand and pulling Leon into a spin at ANY chance he’ll get

• ALSO. SINGING. He does not CARE if it’s cringe Luis will wait for the PERFECT moment to bust out a guitar and sing Leon a lil tune- we all K N O W that man has a VOICE after all. And Leon is just. S O O O O enamoured with it. Nobodies ever done something so elaborate for him ever so he’s absolutely head over heels

• Just. In general. Leon is taken aback by how much Luis does for him- be it breakfast in bed, elaborate gifts etc etc etc. And while Luis never expects anything back, Leon can’t help but feel a lil bad when he realises he’s had nothing big planned (wow he just like me fr,,,,,,,,) so he makes up for it by getting Luis something really small but really sentimental. Maybe a packet of his Grandfathers old favourite cigarettes or a nice new jacket that reminded him of Luis.

• And if Leon gets taken aback easily by gestures of affection, Luis gets FLOORED. HE IS SOBBING HIS EYES OUT AT THE TINIEST THINGS. I just KNOW for a FACT this man is a crybaby and his standards and expectations are on the GROUND after everything he’s been though so he’s HONOURED that Leon even REMEMBERED it was Valentines that day- let ALONE that he got him something as special as that!!!!!!!!!

• It’s not necessarily that Luis feels like he HAS to go all-out for Leon. He just genuinely enjoys it :)

• FAMILY DATE TRIPS W ASHLEY OH MY GOD. Doesn’t have a Valentine???? Boyfriend broke up with her??????? Screw it they’re taking her on a date now!!!!! They’re taking her out to get ice cream and to look at the ducks on the lake!!!!!!!!!!

• This one’s EXTREMELY random but stick with me here ok. Apparently during the war in Afghanistan (fuck the US 💞) kids would send soldiers Valentine’s Day cards in case they never got one, and I have this VIVID memory of just SOBBING my eyes out laughing at a complicating of some of the cards posted on TikTok ages ago, but anyways what I’m tryna get at here is I can imagine that Leon MAYBE would’ve gotten those same cards and kept them. And Luis teases him about them. Every. Single. Time.

Anyways uhhhhhhh this is all I could think of!!!!!! Happy late valentines and thank you S O SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH for sending in an ask!!!!! :DD

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[itsclydebitches]

I haven’t read a whole lot of TMA fic, so I’m sure this already exists somewhere, but I really want a time travel fic where Jon goes back to Gertrude’s era.

So it’s 2007-ish, before his younger counterpart has started working at the Institute, but years into Elias and Gertrude’s tenure. They’re having a normal day serving the semi-omniscient fear god when a fucking full-fledged avatar of the Beholding - complete with a small mountain of tapes - falls through a rift in space-time and crash lands on Gertrude’s desk.

(Season 5 Jon might have decided not to kill Helen and instead used her to get here. If he ever sees her again they’re going to have A Talk™ about her choice of transportation.)

For the record, a hot mess of a man falling from the sky indoors is only like... the eighth most interesting thing to happen to Gertrude this week. Still, it’s clear he’s not entirely human - one gets a sense for these things, even without a giant eyeball’s help - and she’s got a knife on him faster than you can say “Statement.” This doesn’t seem to faze the man.

That annoys the fuck out of Gertrude.

Meanwhile, Elias has nearly passed out from the supernatural alarm bells going off in his head because the Ceaseless Watcher’s special little boy is here!!! What does that mean? Hell if he knows, but this man is ALIGHT with the Entities’ marks, just dripping with the power of the Eye, and Elias finds he has the sudden urge to drop to his knees before this stranger, something he’s only ever done post-Watcher’s Crown.

(This might be a Jonlias fic, whoops.)

Elias, seeing The Archivist for the first time: 😍😍😍😍😍

Gertrude, seeing The Archivist for the first time: 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

So after introductions Jon is all, “Yes, I’m an eldritch monster that’s forced to feed off the trauma of others, but I’m your eldritch monster. Please, Gertrude, I’d like nothing more than to carve out Magnus’ heart with you so he can’t destroy the whole fucking world.”

Elias, suddenly experiencing true fear for the first time in decades, feeding the Eye and being fed in turn and basically entering a feedback loop where this powerful stranger threatening to murder him is the hottest thing he’s ever Seen: !!!!! 💖💞😱!!!!!🤩😊💚!!!!!

And at first Gertrude’s like hell no, not having any more goddamn avatars in my archives thank you, but then the trio passes young intern Sasha James (shhh don’t worry if that fits the timeline) and Jon looses it. The hold that the Stranger had on him in his original timeline has broken and he’s able to recognize this as the real Sasha - her face, her voice, her very panicked looks towards her bosses as this random man sobs into her shoulder. And Gertrude’s like dammit, clearly The Archivist still has some of his humanity left. No true Fear monster would ever willingly be that embarrassing.

After prying Jon away from Sasha and promising her a raise to avoid any HR reports, they get the whole long, traumatic story out of him, but any plans to just permanently kill Elias kinda... sputter out. It’s a little bit of a Web thing, a little bit of a time travel thing, and a little bit of Jon just feeling... wrong when he considers it, no matter what he’s told Gertrude. It’s similar to when he let Annabelle live, though Elias has done absolutely fuck-all to earn his mercy. This confuses Jon, though it’s pretty far down on his list of worries.

The good news is that Jon’s mere presence puts a permanent wrench in Elias’ plans. He’s never going to repeat the ritual to open the door, obviously, and good fucking luck marking another archivist while he’s Watching. Given Jon’s suspicions that he became semi-immortal after waking from his coma, he’ll be Watching a damn long time, you megalomaniacal bastard.

The bad news is that since Elias can no longer plot an intricate manipulation, he’s decided that the next best thing is to just convince Jon to bring about the end of the world willingly.

By wooing him.

Elias: “We can be Kings of a ruined world together, Jon~”

Gertrude: “I am not paid enough for this.”

So begins the office romance comedy of Jon’s nightmares, where instead of hating him for ruining his world domination plans, Elias is smitten - in a suave, very creepy kinda way - and has decided that he’ll simply wait Jon out, wearing him down until the inevitable day when he realizes that they were meant to be. A full-fledged Archivist was dropped into his lap, ranting about how he out-foxed a future version of Elias, tormented by his own monstrosity, and people expected his narcissistic ass to not fall head over heels with his own creation?? As if.

Jon is Not Having A Good Time.

Originally when he landed here he was all, “Where is my Martin whom I love so dearly? Where is the support and companionship that I crave?” But after ‘bumping into’ him a few times outside the Institute, Jon comes to the bitter conclusion that whatever connection they had is gone. He recalls Martin’s firm belief that they never would have become a couple without all the trauma they’d been through and though this time around Jon definitely doesn’t hate him... he doesn’t love him either. Oh, he loves that he exists, seeing Martin whole and blissfully ignorant of the Fears helps heal something in Jon, but it takes him a very long time to admit that he’s too nice. Too caring. Too tentative in his insecurity. Jon grinds his teeth and admits in the privacy of his own thoughts that he was attracted to a bastard version of Martin, one who showed off a little bit of his own monstrosity, was connected to his own domain, could cut just as cruelly with his words as Jon could with his powers... Meeting with him now over coffee, inches away, Jon has never felt farther from him. This Martin simply isn’t a part of the world that created Jon.

Good, he decides and firmly steers Martin away from the Institute. Thanks to some blackmail and Peter Lukas’s money, Martin finds himself with a caretaker for his mom and the promise of a full ride through whatever creative writing program he can get into.

Meanwhile, Elias is of course stalking and spying on Jon whenever he can, doing the metaphorical equivalent of doodling hearts in his notebook whenever he catches a glimpse of why Jon no longer connects with Martin. He’s a bastard avatar with shitty morals and, frankly, far better taste in poetry. Open your third eyes, Jon!!

Gertrude, who avoided sacrificing Michael after a stern talking to from Jon: “You sure you don’t want the Spiral to eat you, kid? Anything’s better than watching this clusterfuck.”

Michael: 🙃🙃🙃

After a while the Institute settles into a new kind of normal. Jon, Gertrude, and Michael defend the archives from the slew of enemies they’ve both amassed, stopping the occasional ritual in their free time. Jon has long come to the conclusion that the Fears couldn’t have originated here - not with the Eye being unable to see its own creation - so starving them in this reality at the expense of their world wouldn’t serve the greater good. The best they can do is continually contain them - which they’ve gotten real good at. Elias continues to bother Jon with a fervor that’s almost admirable (he can see how this guy managed plans for upwards of 200 years) and waffles between playing the Mysterious Boss archetype that he’d used on Jon the first time around, and just giving in to the utter adoration he feels whenever Jon is in the room. It’s clear he’s long since started worshiping Jon rather than the Eye and the Eye is... totally fine with that?

Gertrude: “How did you get the Ceaseless Watcher to treat you like a favored child?”

Jon: Trauma?? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

After seeing how much happier Martin is, Jon guides the rest of his former assistants away from the Institute, Sasha included. It helps, a little, but it also makes him even more isolated than he was the first time around.

Gertrude realizes this, so when Elias’ flirting - “I’ve found a fresh statement for you, Jon. Oh do stop glaring, it’s just a bit of chloroform. She’ll wake up soon. You can’t be satisfied with stale writings for forever” - starts inducing more fond annoyance than fear or horror, she becomes #Concerned.

Gertrude: “You realize that desensitizing you to his actions was the point all along, right?”

Jon: “Mmhm. But is it still manipulation if I know it’s manipulation?”

Gertrude: “You cannot possibly be considering this.”

Jon: “Would it help if I admitted that dating Elias wouldn’t be the worst decision I’ve ever made?”

Gertrude: “NO.”

The thing is, Jon liked Elias before he revealed himself to be an immortal body-snatcher hell-bent on creating... well, hell on Earth. He liked the soft academic exterior, his careful words, love of organization and attention to detail, the dry humor, cutting intellect, those suits that likely cost more than three months of his salary combined... In fact, Jon is now in a place to vividly remember the embarrassment he felt while interviewing for the archivist’s position, too busy avoiding looking at Elias’ lips to catch the hungry glint in his eye.

Of course, that Elias only exists as a veneer... though what was Jon’s “I’m just a normal man going grocery shopping, please ignore my scars and aborted grab as I resist demanding a statement from you” if not a veneer of its own? Where did their ‘real’ selves begin and their conscious choices end? The most awful thing about all this is that Elias is right. Oh, not about them being Kings of a ruined world, but about how no one but another avatar can truly understand an avatar. By this point Jon is years past his coma, fully at peace - or at least, as at peace as he’ll ever get - with the fact that he chose to live as a monster rather than die as a human. That means Knowing things at his leisure... though he tries not to catch anything private. It means Compelling others to provide him with more knowledge... though he’s careful with his questions around friends. It means Feeding off of others’ worst moments in life... though Jon restricts himself to statements that Gertrude has collected first, so that he never haunts anyone’s dreams. And it means spending the majority of his time with other monsters and monster-aligned allies... though Jon plants his feet firmly in his human morals and refuses to budge.

If he can navigate all that, why not this too?

Elias has said more than once that he would make Jon the worst version of himself - said with such glee and promise as to almost, almost sound like something Jon wants. Jon figures that the worst version of Elias, from his perspective, would be to look a bit more human.

“We can bring out the worst in each other,” he agrees one day, followed by a shark-like grin.

Elias hasn’t the faintest idea what he’s just gotten himself into.

And that feels wonderful. Manipulating him into being a marginally better person who doesn’t bring about the apocalypse might actually be more satisfying than stabbing him. The Elias of Jon's original timeline would have HATED this and that makes Jon do a happy little wiggle whenever he thinks about it.

Gertrude: “You’re leashing a fucking dragon, Sims.”

Jon: “Better than letting it roam free.”

Gertrude: “Just so long as he doesn’t chew through the reins.”

Jon: “Yeah well, I’ll be the first one burned if that happens” and he holds up his charred hand with a shrug.

So begins the most messed up courting ritual the world has ever seen. Do they work as a couple? Oddly enough, yes. Amazingly well, in fact. Is it a healthy relationship? LOL yeah right. But then that’s rather the point. Jon gave up on that the day he acknowledged that, yes, a part of him liked being the most powerful being roaming a hellish landscape - liked not being vulnerable for once. Back when he’d first joined the Institute, post-breakup with Georgie, Jon couldn’t even imagine someone liking him enough to grab a drink after work. He’s past pretending that having the cult-like devotion of a lover, the favor of a Fear god, and the grudging respect of everything else that goes bump in the night isn’t really fucking nice.

Sometimes Elias plays the part of a compassionate human for Jon, as a treat. Sometimes Jon let’s Elias bask in another’s terror, as a treat. Sometimes Jon is Jonathan Sims and sometimes he’s The Archivist. “Let’s rule a burned-out world together” becomes a staple request in their relationship, with Jon always giving Elias the equivalent of a pat on the head and a, “Sure, honey. Maybe next week.” They find something like balance that way.

Plus there’s Gertrude, perpetually in the shadows with an arsenal of weaponry and the promise to obliterate them both if they ever go too far. She reminds Jon of his grandmother when she threatens to fuck them up in the afterlife if they ever make her kill them.

Something, something, dysfunctional eldritch found families are beautiful?

Jon and Elias have achieved something akin to an uncanny, domestic bliss when Elias points out that this body won’t last forever...

Jon Does Not Like the idea of Elias kidnapping another innocent.

However...

Jon: “You know Jurgen Leitner is living in the Institute’s tunnels, right?”

And they lived ever after. The “happily” is highly subjective.

Bonus:

Post-apocalypse!Jon meeting with Original!Jon to warn him away from the Institute, painfully thin ever since his coma, hip-length hair streaked unnaturally white, a slew of scars covering every available bit of skin, the slightest green glow behind his eyes, somehow looking supremely confident and powerful while also embodying the most Awkward Academic you’ve ever seen: Hey.

Og!Jon: G-good lord!

Jon: It’s okay. You can say ‘fuck.’ Please say ‘fuck,’ Jon. We deserve it.

#TMA #The Magnus Archives #TMA fic #Jonlias #Jon/Elias

[frogking17]

First time parents - happy family au

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Macaque and Wukong love their baby so much but being a parent can be hard and they still have some stuff to figure out.

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Macaque watches in awe as the little cub with a coat of black fluff grabs little fistfuls of Wukong’s fur while yawning, satisfied now he knows his baba is right there. He still can’t quite believe that this adorable creature is half him but the almost black fur and four colour ears make it quite obvious that this is his son.

“Xiaotiān… our little heaven… I’m surprised your baba didn’t slap my arm for practically naming you after him but… I feel like he deserves it, don’t you?” He whispers quietly and gets a tiny grumble from his son who flattens his ears against his head while peaking open an eye to glare at his papa. Macaque wants to laugh but controls himself because he remembers how painful sound was when he was little and instead starts to put up a sound barrier around the room. Xiaotian sighs in relief before getting comfortable again on his sleeping baba’s chest; Wukong doesn’t even acknowledge the movement considering he clocked out the moment he knew everyone was safe.

Macaque sits at Wukong’s bedside and watches over him and their baby as they both rest peacefully until Xiaotian gets hungry. Xiaotian grumbles as his eyes blink open and look around the room before starting to sob which hurts his ears as he tries to flatten them against his head again and cries harder, “oh, oh no! It’s okay little buddy, just tell your papa what’s wrong” he coos while picking up Xiaotian to cradle him but the cub just continues to sob. Macaque is starting to panic when he hears Wukong’s tired voice mumble “give him here.”

Wukong has his arms held out towards Macaque to take their baby as Macaque awkwardly passes them over before pulling up his shirt making Macaque whip his head away; out of the corner of his eye Wukong catches the reaction and chuckles before urging his baby to latch, “you know you helped make him… you don’t have to turn away.” Macaque laughs nervously and glances at Wukong before mumbling “I feel like I’m imposing on Xiaotian’s meal.” That makes Wukong burst out laughing until Xiaotian starts fussing, trying to tell his baba to stop, “oh I’m sorry kiddo… though now that I think about it Xiaotian is kinda long… oooh why don’t we call him monkie kid, Mk for short!” Macaque is stone face as he turns to Wukong and says “absolutely not.”

Sadly though Mk catches on and even Macaque starts calling him Mk after a while which makes Wukong look all smug. Macaque also tries to hide his face when Wukong decides the way they’re going to introduce their baby to the troop is to do a lion king. He stands on top of the waterfall and holds out Mk for the monkeys below to see, all of them staring up in awe.

The monkeys all swarm around Wukong afterwards to see the new baby and the mothers have to keep the excited little ones back so they don’t pull on MK’s tail or arms. Meanwhile Mk just clings to his baba and occasionally reaches out a hand to wrap it around a mother’s but if one of them tries to take Mk they get a harsh push from Wukong (nothing too hard but it’s a clear warning) because he knows they’ll try to steal Mk if they get the chance. Macaque distracts the youngsters and keeps the dads back so Wukong doesn’t have to deal with all of the troop but he can only deal with so many tugs to his ears and after chirping to Wukong for help as he gets dog piled by the babies the meeting is called short.

They walk back up to the stone mansion with their tails intertwined as Mk clings to Wukong’s back; his tail cautiously wrapping around Wukong’s to keep himself in place. Wukong was fine with walking in silence but something nags at Macaque, “what… what happened to the demon monkeys?” Macaque feels bad for bringing it up when he sees Wukong tense before looking down, his eyes watering over and shining with sadness that makes Macaque’s heart ache, as he mumbles “honestly… I don’t know… I got back from the journey and almost all of them were gone… I was told many had died and the ones that hadn’t left…” he pauses for a moment like he’s trying to collect himself before continuing “Ba was the last and ended up dying in my arms from old age.” Slowly Macaque reaches out and holds Wukong’s hand, giving it a squeeze, in hopes of grounding Wukong before saying “I’m so sorry, peaches… being alone and dealing with that must have been hard” which gets him a shrug from Wukong. However, Mk notices his baba is sad and starts chirping for him and Wukong seems to perk up when he gently gets Mk off his back, instead cradling him in their arms.

Macaque drops the topic because he doesn’t want to push Wukong and both parents try to focus on Mk. Though they didn’t predict just how hard parenting was going to be. Macaque is almost at his breaking point when for the fifth night in a row he’s rudely awoken by Mk sobbing.

Macaque jolts awake and groggily looks around the room before spotting the tiny bassinet on the other side of the bed right next to Wukong because he wanted Mk close while he was asleep. It’s dark and Macaque can barely see Mk waving his little hands in the air trying to find his parents or the lump in the blankets where Wukong was. He’s a little shocked that Wukong hasn’t woken up yet because Mk was screaming his head off at this point, it was so loud it felt like it was going to burst his ear drums. Gently, Macaque leaned over Wukong, he couldn’t see his face at first because Wukong was on his side facing the bassinet, but he’s shocked to see Wukong just staring at Mk.

Frozen in shock, Macaque just looks at Wukong and is about to ask Wukong what’s wrong when his husband jumps out of bed. Macaque practically had to dodge him to avoid being head butted before looking at Wukong in confusion as he takes Mk out of the bassinet and starts to rock him. When that doesn’t work he climbs back into bed and puts Mk on his chest with two of his ears pressed over where his heart is. Slowly, Mk starts to calm down as he lets out little chirps of pain (crying that loudly must have hurt his ears).

None of that was the thing that confused or worried Macaque; instead it was the fact that Wukong did all of it with a stone cold expression but Macaque hopes that was just because he was sleep deprived. However, he’s not to sure how to explain away the glare of hatred he saw Wukong give Mk when he leaned over him.

Macaque ends up taking Mk from Wukong so he can sleep that night. Wukong smiles at Macaque, the first kind one he’d seen that night, before passing Mk over while giving Macaque a little peck then rolling over to get some sleep.

Macaque goes outside with Mk to get some fresh air because sitting in his bedroom with Wukong just felt like he was being choked. He loves Wukong and knows he’d never hurt Mk… but he’s seen him get like this before; it leads to fights and objects being thrown, mostly at Macaque, and he’s just scared Mk might get caught in the crossfire.

He sighs in defeat before sitting down crossed-legged with Mk in his lap, right by the edge of the cliff where he and Wukong had spent so many evenings together. He staring down at Mk who’s wrapped up in a red blanket to keep him warm but his fur is still sticking up on it’s end as a reaction to the cold morning air, “ha… sorry kiddo, I guess you inherited my snow monkey fur” he whispers jokingly and the only answer he gets it’s a quite coo from Mk. Macaque looks up at the sky and watches as the dark sky filled with twinkling stars fades to a beautiful, vibrant orange as the sun comes over the horizon. The early morning rays of sun slowly fall over Macaque’s face as he closes his eyes to enjoy the warm feeling that gently brushes over his face; he can almost imagine it’s Wukong who’s cupping his face lovingly but the illusion is shattered the moment he opens his eyes.

He goes back into the house and carefully puts Mk in his bassinet. The cub makes some trills in complaint before grabbing the stuffed monkey Macaque nudges towards him and clings tightly. He’s quiet for the rest of the morning which Macaque is thankful for because he’s not a morning person and he really doesn’t want to be doing anything this early.

When he wakes up hours later Wukong and Mk are both gone which makes him panic, he tells himself that everything is fine even as he rushes through each room of the mansion looking for them both. It’s a relief when he finally finds Wukong feeding Mk in the kitchens as he snacks on a peach himself. Wukong chews on a chunk of peach as he watches Macaque slide down the doorframe like a boneless chicken before saying “why are you acting like a crazy person?”

Macaque tries to laugh off Wukong’s concerns but he’s sweating nervously as he walks over to sit next to Wukong on the little, L-shaped wooden bench they have in the corner of the kitchen with a table that they use instead of the huge dinning room. Wukong raises an eyebrow at him and keeps glaring at him no matter how many excuses Macaque tries to regurgitate, “ok ok ok, it’s just… last night you… the way you glared at Mk… it scared me and I know you can’t help it but when you get bad it feels like our entire relationship is being held by a string and it’s making me anxious!”

Wukong’s eyes go wide as he stares at Macaque who’s rubbing his arm up and down to try to self-comfort. Carefully, Wukong gets Mk to detach which makes the baby grumble in annoyance before pulling the side of his red kimono back up, he’d rather not have this conversation while breastfeeding. Then Wukong reaches out and takes Macaque’s hand while sliding closer, turning so he’s facing Macaque as he supports Mk with his other hand, “moonlight… I had no idea you felt like that way… I’m sorry that I bottle stuff up till it comes bursting out in more… destructive ways.” Macaque laughs waterly as tears well up in his eyes and Wukong gives him a sympathetic smile before continuing, “but I’m not going down that rabbit hole, I promise… I was kind of worried after I blew up at you last time while I was pregnant and decided to talk with PIF to see if she knew any other remedies for stuff like this… she suggested a brew of some herbs and so far they’ve been working pretty well!”

Macaque looks at Wukong suspiciously, he’s happy but can’t shake the feeling that Wukong’s keeping something from him, “but… last night you were looking at Mk like you hated him and… I don’t want you to resent our son.”

Wukong moves his hand from Macaque’s to gently rest it on his cheek as he leans closer to Macaque, “I don’t hate or resent our son, I’ve never loved someone more… sorry honey” he mumbles the last part and once again gets Macaque to chuckle, “I’m just recovering from growing a baby demon inside me for 9 months then having to push them out of me… I mean I am so sore like everywhere; from breastfeeding, carrying him around, and down there hasn’t gotten that much better… I don’t even want to talk about what I have to do when going to the bathroom!… So, yeah… when I wake up at one in the morning to a screaming baby I get a little angry but I would never hate our baby.”

Mk looks at his parents, very confused at what’s going on and why they aren’t paying attention to him, he chirps while trying to climb up his baba who coos at him and kisses his forehead making Mk giggle happily. Macaque watches the interaction with little hearts in his eyes before asking nervously “so you’re better? Maybe not physically but.. you know what I mean.”

Wukong hesitates for a second and looks off to the side to avoid eye contact but Macaque leans forward and kisses his cheek making him look back before shaking his head, “I’m probably still going to have those days where I can’t get up and the hormones from giving birth still make me go kind of crazy but… I’m doing okay and I don’t want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells, if you’re nervous.” Macaque nods and smiles as he feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders before leaning forwards for another kiss which makes Wukong chuckle.

They end up moving Mk into his nursery and into the crib Wukong lovingly made and this time instead of a blank space in the centre of the vines there’s a rough carving of Xiaotian because Macaque wasn’t going to let Wukong carve Mk. However, it’s a little messy and he was kind of worried Wukong would hate it but when Wukong sees it he gave Macaque a lot of kisses, “it’s like we worked on it together now.” Wukong was a little nervous not to have Mk in the room with them while they slept but it ends up being for the best because in his first night in the nursery Mk sleeps through the entire night; Macaque jokes that Wukong made a comfy bed for him and that’s why their baby slept through the night.

It’s wonderful for the two parents to be getting full night sleeps again and with the new energy they feel like they can actually start to try and teach their baby things. They have an on going bet about what MK’s first word is going to be; Wukong wants it to be baba and Macaque wants it to be dada or papa. Wukong doesn’t take the competition too seriously just trying to coax’s Mk into saying baba whenever Macaque is around just to annoy him a little bit but Macaque has decided this is a challenge against his honour and their son’s first word will be dad!

However, so far Mk looks like he has no interest in talking; the baby won’t even crawl which Macaque says is because Wukong carries him everywhere, “he’s a baby monkey! He needs me!” Macaque rolls his eyes but he’s not any better, completely wrapped around the tiny cub’s finger.

One day Macaque had been keeping Mk up just a little bit past his bed time trying t to get him to say dada, “come on kiddo, just da-da for me… can you say da-da?” Mk looks up at his dada before huffing and trying to curl up into a ball to go to bed, “let our son sleep!” Wukong groans as he walks into the living room before taking Mk from Macaque, “now I’m going to put him to bed… do you want to join me?”

Macaque follows Wukong while grumbling that Mk was just about to say dada as Wukong nods along to humour him.

Gently Wukong puts Mk into the crib and leans over the railing to move the stuffed monkey plush over to him so he has something to cling to throughout the night before stepping back and putting a gently barrier around the crib. It keeps Mk warm throughout the night so they don’t have to give him a blanket he’ll probably hate and Wukong makes it look like there’s stars above him which Mk stares at in awe the first time.

Once they were certain Mk had settled for the night both parents creeped out of the room before turning and smiling at each other. Macaque slides over to Wukong before putting his hands on his waist to drag Wukong close till he was bracing himself against Macaque’s chest, “why look at that… MK’s asleep and it’s a little early to be going to bed… perhaps we could have some fun of our own?” Wukong chuckles until Macaque cuts him off by kissing him passionately and after Wukong got over his surprise he happily trialed up his hands across Macaque’s chest before wrapping them around his neck.

Macaque starts backing Wukong clumsily down the hall towards their room which makes Wukong come back to reality before gently pushing Macaque back, getting a disappointed wimped from the fearsome shadow demon, “I’m sorry moonlight but I don’t think I’m healed enough for us to be doing that.” Wukong can practically see a light bulb go off above his head before he says “we don’t necessarily have to do that there’s… other stuff.” Wukong opens and closes his mouth like a fish before mumbling “that might work… just as long as we don’t get carried away” and Wukong starts to lean towards Macaque making the demon smile from ear to ear, “that works for me!” He joyfully says before sweeping Wukong off his feet and rushing him towards their bedroom even as Wukong whacks his shoulder and tells him not to do that so suddenly.

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#lego monkie kid #sun wukong #monkie kid sun wukong #six eared macaque #monkie kid macaque #monkie kid mk #sun wuking x macaque #shadowpeach #happy family #happy family au #trans sun wukong #parent macaque #parent wukong #dad monkey king #dad sun wukong #dad wukong #dad macaque

[zentraex]

Chapter 7 - It’s okay

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After our "date", I never saw Tomura again. Meanwhile, more than a month passed and my apartment is as empty as before his show up.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's not a big deal. Just carry on like before! Keep your head up high! What's so bad about it anyway? Why so sad? It was clear from the beginning: he won't stay.

...

But why do I hope every time I walk into my apartment that he's sitting on the couch, watching the TV, like always?

Why does my heart ache so much when I think about his disappearance? He took everything with him, without saying a single word. Gone, with my keys.

Sighing, I slip out of my comfy clothes and change. Today is Sunday. The fresh air will make my head clear.

As I step out of the door, the sun greets me with its warm ray. Relieved, I take a deep breath. My feet guide me to a small coffee shop in the city center, then through the door and then I'm already sitting on a table next to the window.

Suddenly, my hair on the back of my neck stand up and a shiver runs down my spine. After my date with Tomura, this became a regular thing. I told myself, that this is just some kind of newfound paranoia and nothing to worry about.

I take three deep breaths and feel how my body relaxes. It doesn't take long until a waiter comes to take in my order. My gaze shifts to the city life outside of the coffee shop.

Too deep in thoughts, I don't even realize that somebody takes a seat before me.

"Oh? Do you want to order something too?" asks the waiter, who places my coffee in front of me. Totally shocked, my eyes widen as I analyze the person - black hoodie, sweatpants and white hair, too long to be covered by the hood.

"No," rings the rough voice. After I swallow the thick lump in my throat, I thank the waiter, who forms his hand to a telephone while giving me a note.

My cheeks are warming up, which doesn't last long.

Ahhh..right. The stranger.

Nervous, I play with my hands.  The men clicks his tongue as he grabs the note and turns it immediately to dust.

Wait..what?

"Unbelievable...I was gone for just a while and here you are, looking for another men already, Reader. I really thought you missed me."

Then the penny drops.

My eyes widen as I recognize the voice.

"Tomura?"

Immediately, anger flows through my veins and my hand clenches to a fist.

"What do you want?" I asks as calm as possible, but I am sure that he can sense my fury.

"What do you think? Talking of course."

"I don't want to talk with you. Give me my house key back!"

It stays quiet for a a while.

"Watch your mouth. Don't let this end up badly."

"You disappear without saying a word and show up like nothing happened. You have some nerve to expect me to stay kind!"

"I had things to do."

All I can do is roll my eyes. Is he kidding?

"Ohhh of course! Like stumping on my heart? I hope it was fun!"

Looking at the coffee I frown, my rage getting the better of me.

"Yeah, how stupid of me - always following the wrong people. I never learn, huh?"

Standing up and looking for the money, I say, "You know what? I also have things to do."

"Sit down, Reader", Tomura warns, but I ignore him and storm out. Tears are running down my face and an incredibly painful feeling spreads in chest.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Stop crying! He doesn't care at all! Be strong! Megan was so much worse!

...

Was she?

The pain feels so much more different. Even though I was so angry, a small part of me was still happy to see him.

Did I fell in love with him?

Is this the reason why everything hurts so much?

Sobbing, I walk home, to the stairwell and then to the door. My sight: blurred.

Shit. Why am I not able to open the door?

As i wipe away my tears, new ones are already blocking my view. Sighing, I lean my head against the door and take a moment. After calming down a bit, I manage to open it. It takes me a moment to realize everything.

Huh?

I rub my eyes and walk deeper into my apartment. Way too stunned by the sight, my tears stopped running entirely.

Gone. Everything is gone.

And then my eyes start to water again, as I kneel at the ground.

What am I supposed to do now? How can something even happen?

My house door opens and Tomura enters. With my hazy sight, I can barely make out his movement as he kneels to me and lays a hand on my cheek. His thumb wipes away my tears.

Speechless and aghast, I can only watch how he pulls the hood from his head and gazes at me with a huge smirk.

"Everything is gone, huh? What do we do now? There is now way that you can live here. Am I right, Reader?"

"Are you behind this?" I asks downhearted. My heart aches with disappointment.

"Do you remember our conversation in the coffee shop? That you should behave?"

I nod weakly.

"Well, you wanted the hard way. That's all your doing."

It's okay.

"Here is another decision..."

It's okay.

"You will come with me voluntarily or I'll force you."

It's okay.

Relax! Play smart! You lost all you posses, what's the big deal? Go with him! Don't make it harder than it has to be!

Sobbing, I grab his hand and his smirk goes only wider. How is this even possible?

"Good choice," he says and holds a cloth over my face.

Everything goes black.

It's okay. Everything will be okay...right?

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@repostingmyfavs

#tomura shiragaki #tomura #shigaraki x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader #yandere tomura x reader #shigaraki #mha #bnha #x reader

[kindheart525]

Warning: Mention of Animal Death

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The guys gave no thought to their experience in the fortune teller’s shop—it was just something to waste time when they had nothing else to do. In fact, they forgot about it as soon as they left the place, moving right on with their lives. 

At least for a little while.

“Dude, you okay? You barely touched your hayburger at lunch.”

Golden Opportunity had been sullen and quiet all day and his friends took notice. They both followed him down the hospital halls where they worked, trying to tease a response out of him.

“Who would want to touch those burgers? That shit’s nasty!”

Lemon Wedge cackled and Swift Valor laughed along with him, but Golden was hardly responsive to the joke. Instead he stopped and snapped at them.

“Fine, since you won’t get off my back!”

Then he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure with the news he delivered.

“Noodle died last night. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.”

For Swift, a tiny pang of guilt shot through him at the news.

“Oh, your ferret? Sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, uh, that sucks.”

He and Lemon both issued awkward apologies, not really knowing how to deal with such a situation.

“Wasn’t she getting old? She lived a good life and everything, right?”

“She definitely had a year or two left on her. It just came out of nowhere!”

A dark shadow of realization suddenly passed over Golden’s face.

“That psychic mare. Prophecy. She said I’d lose a dear friend. Oh Gaia, is this it? Is the universe punishing me for something I did? Why Noodle!?”

Instead of sharing in his fear, or trying to reassure him, or any other halfway decent reaction, Lemon started outright guffawing.

“BWAHAHA! You think that horseshit was REAL?”

“Maybe! You never know!”

Golden tried to defend himself, growing increasingly hurt and irritated at his friends’ reactions. Even Swift was stifling laughter himself.

“I’m sorry—the ferret thing is terrible. Seriously.”

Unlike Lemon, Swift really did feel bad about being so insensitive. But he was more baffled by the sheer illogicality he saw in this situation, and he felt compelled to point it out.

“It’s just…you can’t really believe that, right? Psychics are wrong all the time, you don’t have any evidence that she was really seeing the future. What happened is awful but it’s a coincidence, she was just trying to get in your head and scare you! You’ve got to see that!”

“Besides, she says you’ll lose a ‘dear friend,’ and all she takes is a stupid rodent?—OW!”

Lemon received a sharp kick in the side from Swift, but his words were already a slap in the face to Golden.

“That rodent was all I had in high school! And she was a better friend than you assholes!”

It took every ounce of effort Golden could muster to not break down in tears, to not let out a sob—though he was really close to it.

“If shit like this starts happening to you, you’ll see! That mare was on to something!”

“If being the key word…”

Swift mumbled under his breath, totally unfazed by this threat. But before he could try to reason with the stallion, he had already stormed off.

Fate would catch up to the rest of them later.

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Meanwhile: Iconoclast Previous: Rotten Tomatoes Next: Spilled Salt

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#KindsArt #auraverse #red string #swift valor #lemon wedge #golden opportunity #story piece #next generation #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4 #tw animal death mention

[what-the-heck-is-rwby]

NOW I KNOW WHO TO BLAME FOR THIS

MILES LUNA AND KERRY SHAWCROSS I’M COMING FOR YOUR SHINS

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Now that that’s out of the way, I freaking loved this episode. I mean there wasn’t really a single happy thing that happened in it, but I still loved it.The show’s taken a shift after the Fall of Beacon, and I really admire the writers for sticking to their guns

These kids are grieving. They’re traumatized. Weiss is back trapped with her abusive father, and even though she’s gained some autonomy, Jacques still holds the power in the house. Ren and Nora (mostly Ren) seem like they’re on the brink of reliving some trauma from WAY back in their childhood related to Grimm/bandits attacking their village

And then there’s our two leaders Ruby and Jaune. Neither of them are dealing well with their grief, guilt, and trauma. While Jaune is certainly showing his more outwardly, I don’t think Ruby is handling hers any better. She’s just had more practice keeping up the hopeful/happy facade since she’s had people close to her die before

They’re both just keeping up a front for Nora and Ren, we saw it when they were joking around on the walk with the map and what not. But then as soon as the village happened... the mask dropped away. Ruby went some level of shut down and apathetic, while still trying to comfort Jaune. Meanwhile Jaune almost entirely broke down

The scene in the woods was especially telling. When nobody was around, Jaune REALLY broke down. He was listening to Pyrrha’s message on loop and didn’t feel the need to keep up the strong front since nobody was around to ask him if he was alright. So he’s screaming out his emotions, outright sobbing, and torturing himself with the what-ifs by listening to her almost confession over and over

Of course Ruby was around, but I doubt she’s going to call him on it. After all, when Jaune wasn’t looking, she looked just as exhausted, just as broken as he was

My kids be going through it, and I hate it. But also I love it

But yeah, that’s it for this episode! Recap got pretty long, because I’ve got emotions :)

Thank you to everyone on Patreon for your continued support, it really means so much and helps to keep this liveblog going! I’ll be back with episode three next Thursday at the same time with another song on the Discord the Monday before then

But until then, thanks everyone for reading along! :D

#rwby #rwby liveblog #liveblog #rwby e02v04

[rinbowaman]

HHP - Chapter 12 Part 1 (18+MDNI)

PLEASE READ!

There is some sexual assault described in this chapter, and it is a little uncomfortable. It is a really good read, so please read and enjoy just beware there is a little bit of SA in this. I'm not going to spoil anything.

You remained awake yet the inside of the van was so dark, not to mention the offenders had placed a blanket over you. While you were left unbounded by any restraints, you felt the weight of a man’s body, maybe even two of them, pressing up against you to pin you next to the window you were seated by.

“If you fucking move or do anything, I’ll cut your mouth wide open.”

You heard a male voice issue out the violent warning to you in an aggressive tone. You rendered obedience, for now, just due to the unknowns of the situation. You weren’t sure if these men were armed, how many of them there were, what they wanted, who they were, and where they were taking you.

You felt scared.

Too scared, you silently sobbed underneath the blanket that covered your entire body. How, and why this happened was beyond you, yet the only thing you could think of was Heeseung and Ethan, the image of them being with you was the only thing that could calm you down. Had you sobbed vigorously, you were afraid that the offenders, which could accurately be labeled as kidnappers at this point, would have done more harm or grew angrier towards you.

You remained still, and silent. Pretty much forced to do nothing but sit and ride, trying to guess how long the drive was, and figuring out where these people were taking you.

‘Is he going to be able to come find me?’

A sudden chill of the deepest fears riddled all throughout your skin as the production of your tears grew, and you did your best to remain silent although a few whimpers escaped uncontrollably.

‘He will find me…right? Please dear God…let him find me. I’m scared. I’m so scared.’

Meanwhile, Heeseung ran for God knows how long, though he went fast, hard, and far, he barely put a dent in towards the distance to reach you, as the van had been long gone for several minutes by now.

With his hands on his hips, chest heaving, already experienced massive exhaustion from the game, now he was running even more just to try and find that damn van.

Why? Why did this happen? Why did they take you? This wasn’t right at all. Who were they? What did they want? Where did they take you? What did they want with you?

He snapped his thoughts the very moment he issued the last bit of it.

‘What did they want with y/n?...What are they wanting to do with her?....’

His heart nearly stopped beating. They can’t. They can’t hurt you; they can’t touch you; they can’t do anything terrible to you. You were so kind, so genuine, so pure, so innocent, and so righteous. You loved animals, you loved helping people, you loved gardens, you loved flowers, you loved the sky, you loved the beauty of nature, you loved your friends, your family, and him…you loved him. So why? Why would anyone want to hurt you? Why would anyone want to take you away from him-…

‘…………………….’

With a sudden thought that hit his brain, like lightening streaking its way through the sky, Heeseung looks down on the ground as he tilts his head back. Licking the inside of his cheek, with an expression that displayed the ultimate view of being fed up, he reaches into his back pocket and grabs his phone.

Dialing Jakes number, his friend quickly answers.

“Bro? Heeseung? Where are you? Are you okay? Did you call the police? Wh-“

“Come get me. I need you to pick me up now, I’m on Belift St.”

“O-okay. On my way right now, be there in two minutes.”

Hanging up, Heeseung just stood there, as still as a log. His hands fall back on to his side, as he pushes the bill of his cap forward, positioning it to hover over his eyes in its usual fashion, as the momentum of his chase had slightly pushed it back.

Bringing his phone back up once more, he dials a different number, places the phone by his ear and waits for an answer. Picking up, the person on the other line issues a greeting.

“Hey, I don’t have a lot of time to explain, but I need you to do something…” Heeseung states in a low tone. With built up bravado deep in his throat, he spoke with a tone that trembled with a shuddered vibration. The devil would have shivered in fear by it the black tone he raged his words in.

You weren’t sure how long the drive had been, but it felt like you were inside the van for forty minutes already. You were still sobbing. The thought of being on the road, or whatever path the van was driving on, the fact that it was so long made your fear that you were too far away from Heeseung. You were shaking, quivering, and trembling so much that you started to get cold just from your body focusing on shaking off the fear you were feeling. It became obvious, you overheard the male voices scoff and make remarks of it.

‘I’m….so scared. I feel so weak because I’m so scared. What’s going to happen to me? What do they want? Why are they threatening me?’

Jake and a distressed Emily pick up Heeseung. Emily laid in the backseat, covered with a jacket that Jake had in his car. Fortunately, she wasn’t seriously hurt, yet she did attained deep scrapes from someone who had shoved her to the ground harshly, and pinned her steady as she was forced to watch three men take you away.

Her stockings that matched her frilled skirt was all torn and ripped to shreds, coated with bits of gravel, dirt, and blood stains. The whole side of her leg looked as if she had been in some type of incident as the scrape marks trailed up along her thigh, knee, and her shin cap.

Heeseung sat in the front passenger seat, as Jake drove to where he gave him directions to. Hearing the whimpers and sobbing moans of Emily in the back, Heeseung thought that if Emily was this scared, then how did you feel? You were all alone and taken with no one there to comfort you. Emily was at least here, she was safe, she was with him and Jake, but you….

Emily hiccupped as she sobbed, in which Heeseung reached back with his hand, patted her down atop Jake’s jacket that covered her, and gave her a gentle grab along with a squeeze on her arm.

“It’s alright. You’re safe now…don’t cry…please…don’t cry. You’re safe.” He issues very softly.

Sure, he did want the girl to feel comfort and warmth, but also, he couldn’t bear to hear her cry as he didn’t know how you could possibly be feeling at this very moment, since your situation was far worse. Were you crying right now? All alone…with no one to hug you, pat you down, to tell you that you were safe…how were you handling yourself right now?

Recalling the words, he often said to you, more notably during that incident with Samuel when you were sustaining his Ethan side as he taught the boy a harsh lesson, Heeseung vibrates the memory in his brain and softly speaks aloud…as if you were able to hear him.

“You gotta hang in there baby.”

Jake noticing Heeseung’s action, could already tell that his best friend was beyond fearful for your safety. He somehow just knew by reading Heeseung’s face as his eyes remained glossed over, yet he was displaying an expression of rage, apart from the one moment where he softened it as he patted Emily’s shoulder. The man was hurting. He was dying inside.

“Turn right here…” Heeseung calmly instructs Jake, to which his dear friend followed without any question.

Heeseung already knew, that this was something that the police could not handle, not now, given that timing was of the essence. They would be wasting every minute, waiting for the authorities to get to them, writing statements, and waiting for more officers and staff to arrive, just to inform him that they were on the lookout for you. Meaningless.

Considering there was no memory of the license plate, no photos of the van, the driver, or any of the other passengers that it contained, the only lead that he, Jake, and Emily had, was that you were taken, and the van headed out in an aimless direction.

No. This was way beyond personal. This was his life that was being destroyed. This was his reason for living. For dying. For laughing. And for crying. This…this was something he wanted to handle, to ensure the punishment fit the crime…forever.

Receiving a text on his phone, Heeseung opens the screen to read the contents of it. Placing his phone down, Jake looks over to him and raises a brow. Since he knew Heeseung better than anyone, aside from you, he didn’t bother pelting the man with questions, he just trusted his judgement because the only thing that mattered, was to find you.

The only one that was going to ensure to make that happen, was Heeseung.

Jake spoke to Emily with a soft tone.

“Stardust? I’m going to stay with Heeseung and help him find Y/n. Do you want me to drop you off at the ER so they can take care of your injuries? As soon as we find her, I’ll be right back to be there with you.”

With a small series of tiny hiccups as her frail voice issues the remainder of her tiring sobs, Emily shakes her head and whimpers out.

“N-no…I want to find y/n too. I had to watch them take her…”

Heeseung winced at the last bit of her statement.

“I want to help find her.” Emily finished.

“Stardust, it might be a bit dangerous.” Jake continued.

“I don’t care. I like y/n…she’s nice…she’s always been nice.” Recalling the moments where Emily would take your hand and hop along by your side as her tiny legs would stay in step with your longer strides, she caved into the memories of looking at you as a sister, always walking together to class and even sharing snacks and meals for lunch.

“Y/n…she’s like a sister to me. I want to help find her.” Emily trailed off as she closes her eyes, feeling the residual effects of exhaustion, trauma, and despair all at once, she calm’s herself to a soft sleep at the car’s vibration from the drive.

Taking note of Emily passing out, Jake glances over to Heeseung once more.

“Do you have a plan on where to start?” Jake asks calmly, knowing that the man was beyond triggered.

“Already started…” Heeseung sat with his arms crossed, legs spread, merely staring at the ground with his cap covering his eyes. His long blue sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up a quarter of the way, which was your favorite style, paired with your favorite straight jeans that were light blue, and his black cap that you absolutely loved seeing him in as it had been his signature look since the day you met him.

Receiving another text, Heeseung checks the contents, immediately guiding Jake towards the destination.

You felt tired…

‘How long have we been driving for now?...I feel so weak from crying…but also trying to hold back as much of my tears…I’m so…tired…’

A loud ring comes in on someone’s phone…you suddenly remembered, you left your phone inside Heeseung’s car since you didn’t need it for the game…how you wished you had it to try and reach him.

“Where? Yeah, I know where that is…seriously? Huh, well fuck…I’m not gonna complain. What’s with you and these girls? Hang on.” There was a slight pause in the conversation. YOu could hear the man lean over, somehow, you felt him looking at you even though your vision was obscured by the thick blanket that covered you.

“Hey man, grab her hands and show them to me.”

Upon hearing the statement, you grew nervous and fearful, the tears started to stream down once more relentlessly. You whimpered as you felt three or four hands grab hold your own, pulling them from under the blanket while keeping your upper body and head covered. With your wrists painfully gripped, your hands were exposed to the cool air inside the vehicle. You could feel the flow of the A/C as it traveled through your fingers.

“Okay, good.”

You felt the hands release your wrists. In a hurried manner, you tucked them back under the blanket, cradling yourself within the plush, athletic jacket you still wore that represented the rugby team, with Heeseung’s codename and number on the back.

“Yeah its there. I don’t know…fucking gold, its fucking dark in here, I just know it’s on her finger.”

‘M-my ring?’

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…okay so meet you there? Is it empty? Perfect, there’s more space, I can invite more friends. Sure.”

‘More…friends?’

You hear the man end the phone conversation, it sounded like he was seated in the front passenger seat. His voice sounded somewhat familiar.

You felt the shift of the vehicle turning around.

‘Now what?...Where are they taking me?....Please….let me go home. Let me go back to him. I didn’t do anything…why?’

Heeseung’s phone starts to ring, looking down at the screen, he ignores it and lets it continue ringing. Jake glances over.

“You good man?”

Heeseung nods.

“Who is that?”

Heeseung doesn’t answer, he remains seated with his arms crossed, staring at the floor bed of the car. His eyes completely covered the shadow of his cap. Taking the hint, Jake leaves him be and continues to the destination.

“We’ll be there shortly bro.” Jake is heard stating.

Again, Heeseung doesn’t say anything back, nor does he move. As still as a statue, he was steady as his frame merely moved from the momentum of the car ride.

The van pulls up and parks somewhere…you felt as if your chest was going to explode out of your chest. Would there be a chance for you to escape? Where are you? Where did they take you?

“Okay, bring her out but keep her wrapped up so she can’t see anything.”

You hear the male voice state, as strong arms wrap around you once more, along with a firm grab of your ankles, carrying you against your will outside the vehicle. It was faint, but through the thickness of the blanket that covered you, you could make out a bright light fluorescent light. Judging by the sound of the footsteps on the ground, they were walking on pavement.

‘A driveway?’

Were they bringing you inside a building? You began to panic as your body trembles yet again.

“She’s shaking.” One of the men that had their wrap around you remarks as he laughs.

“Wonder if she’ll keep doing that later.” You hear another say as both men laugh.

‘What are they talking about?’

You suddenly felt them plop you on what felt like aluminum or hard plastic, it was familiar to you. It was warm and the smell of engine oil was present.

‘The hood of a car?’

The light seemed like it got brighter, you look down on what you were seated on, sure enough, it was the hood of a car. Underneath the blanket, peeking through one of the openings, you could see that the car was white, and there was light, that surrounded all around you and the vehicle.

There was two or maybe three pairs of hands that maintained a hold on you, no doubt to keep you still. Though you had thoughts about escaping, it nearly seemed impossible as the blanket was kept over you, inhibiting you to make out the details of the scenario. The last thing you wanted to do was antagonize the situation, what if you were surrounded and trying to escape provokes them to do something terrible…not that sitting here waiting for it to happen was any better. You just deeply hoped that somehow, Heeseung was able to find a way to you…and would be here soon.

Suddenly you hear footsteps…they sounded different. You could tell they were walking on pavement, which meant that the combination of the car you were seated on, you must have been brought to an empty parking lot or a vacant spot hidden somewhere.

The footsteps breached closely; they sounded like…heels?

“Take off the blanket.” A woman’s voice…you knew this voice.

The blanket pulled off your frame, the bright lights nearly blinded you as the sudden intrusion of brightness made your eyes wince as you bury your face into your hands. Your eyes had become so sensitive already just from the adjusting to the darkness, but they were ultra-tender from all the sobbing, making the stinging more pungent.

Finally adjusting somewhat to the bright light, that seemed like was coming from a lamp or something that was directed right at you. Not like a streetlight that hovered high above and was left immobile.

“Let me see it. Grab her hand.”

You heard the woman’s voice demand as a hand grabs your hand to present it, you assume she was referring to your ring.

“That’s it?? Oh my God that is literally the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Where’s the diamond? There’s no diamond or jewels? It…oh my God Ethan…your grandmother has no taste.”

‘What is she talking about?’

You were confused as the woman stated something about Ethan and his grandmother? Taste? Was she under the impression that Ethan and his grandmother picked out the rings? Where would she get that idea from?

Suddenly you hear the girl, Tiff, get on her phone as she calls someone.

“Hey! The ring is nothing like you showed me in the photo, what’s up? Well, it’s fucking ugly, so no deal. What do you mean? Oh my God whatever, you’re such a liar.” The girl hangs up abruptly.

You were beyond confused. Your eyes adjusting to the lighting and the environment, you slowly raised your head from your hands, trying to inconspicuously wipe the tears on the sleeves of your jacket as you lifted your face.

Looking around, you felt your brows furrowed in fear and worry as you see Tiff, looking at her phone in anger, while a large group of unfamiliar men surrounded you. There were possibly six or seven, which somewhat relieved you as you thought there had been more. Some appeared to be short, skinny, and out of shape. Maybe you will have a chance to outrun them.

Suddenly another familiar voice peeves in, it was a male’s voice. Turning your face slightly, you saw Scott as he walks towards Tiff.

“Didn’t I tell you she was a looker. Never mind the crying, it’s actually hot.” He remarks as he points to you, while all the other men scoff and laugh, nodding in agreement as they all stared at you.

Standing next to Tiff, Scott asks her what she wants to do at this point.

“Hey! Y/n, did Ethan give you that ring?” Tiff inquired in the most snobbish manner.

“Is there another ring that he gave you? One with a diamond on it?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you were deeply confused. What on earth was she talking about.

“You went to the rally didn’t you? Oh my God this girl probably lost it or left it in her room to avoid losing it. She just doesn’t want to give it up because it’s worth a lot.”

You remained confused as you slightly shook your head, eyeballing the figures standing all around you. You felt confident in having a slight chance of getting away from them had they been a bit more distant and not so enclosed all around you, but with those factors in place, along with Scott’s burly form nearby, you were too hesitant to take a chance.

“….Tiff…are you wanting my ring? Is that why this…is this why you-“

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!”

Tiff goes back on her phone, it seemed she was calling someone, yet they didn’t answer. She harshly tsk’s as she looks down on her phone screen, her face appeared annoyed and angry.

“Take the ring off her finger and bring it to me.” Tiff demanded.

Your chest started to heave as you felt hands restraining your arms and legs as Scott takes off your golden ring that matched with Heeseung’s silver one.

Presenting it to Tiff, she looks it over.

“God it’s so ugly and it’s got like…ugly engraving on it.” She remarks in disgust.

“Whatever, are you good with her? Can we start?” Scott extends a hand towards you.

“I don’t fucking care!” Tiff spats out in annoyance.

“Okay, get the cameras out.” He instructs as you hear the bodies around scuffling around grabbing equipment and triponds out.

‘Cameras?’

“It’s good that she’s dressed sexy too.” You overhear him scoff out.

“Okay y/n, listen to me carefully. This is what I want you to do, you see these cameras? I want you to switch your vision and take turns looking directly into each one from time to time. We’re going to start out with the strip tease and then we’ll move on from there.”

‘….Striptease?....Wh-….’

You see one of the fellows lean in and whisper something to Scott.

“Oh right.” He whispers back, before looking towards you.

“Y/n, you’re on birth control, right?”

Your eyes widened and you jolted out of fear for a split second as you remained speechless and staring at the man with a look of shock with a hint of horror.

“Yes? Or no?” He insists upon you.

Still, you remained speechless. What kind of question was that? What business was it to him?

“Fuck it. Hey Tiff, you got one of those fucking pills, the Plan B ones?”

‘Plan B?....’

Watching Tiff, she digs into her purse and takes out something and hands it to Scott.

“You owe me seventy bucks.” She harshly states as she continues to look at her phone screen.

You swallowed hard, though you kept your expression still with the mixture of horror, shock, and grief, your eyes began to stream all the tears your body produced. You never cried so much in your life, and as much as you wanted to scream and sob as loud as you could to relieve the pain in your chest, your body trembled as you did your best to contain yourself.

Scot approaches you as the men around continued to set up. His hands raise up to cradle your cheeks.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re going to be a star; do you know how much money you’re going to make? And from what I can guess, you’re probably not a virgin, are you? Because if you are I need to know before we would start, that’s a big bonus.”

That did it. You couldn’t hold it anymore; you hung your head low as you began to sob loudly into your hand. You couldn’t even think anymore.

Rubbing your arms with a fist full of the faux leather material of your athletic jacket, Scott slightly scoffs out.

“Let’s removes this jacket, huh? It’s too bulky, we should show more of that body.” He states as he pulls the jacket off you, effortlessly sliding it off your arms as you didn’t have the strength nor the courage to fight against his much larger frame. You were scared. You were deathly afraid. Outnumbered, outsized, and out of sight and reach. What could you do?

As he takes your jacket off, he reads the logo on the back.

“01…Heli?”

Tiff’s ears and eyes perk up at the reading of Heeseung’s codename and number.

“Give me that!” She snaps as she snags the jacket away from Scotts hands, who responds by raising them both in the air in a defensive manner.

“Well shit…don’t take my head off, I was just reading it.” He snide.

“Where did you get this? Is this Ethan’s? Did he give this to you?” Tiff started to yell out her questions as you sat there with your vision completely blurred out, not moving, or saying anything, it’s not like you could.

“Answer me!” She screams out, her face enthralled with anger.

You winced your eyes shut and shook your head.

“Hey! Stop…you’re scaring her. I need her to look happy and sexy…then you can scare her well after we start.” Scott murmurs as he shushes Tiff.

Scott looks over to you, approaches you. The men around were still setting up, yet he comes in and places his hands to firmly grip your arms. The arms that belonged to Heeseung and Ethan, not this man.

“We still have a while before things are in order. How about you and I do a little bit of practice? Hmm? I wanna know how good of a kisser you are.”

He leans in, you turn your face away as he applies his open lip over your cheek and his tongue tries to reach for your mouth as you begin to sob loudly.

“Stop!” you cry out.

“Come on…just one little kiss.” He urges.

“Stop! Stop it!”

Gripping your face, he forces a kiss on your firmly shut lips. Feeling the sliminess of his tongue trying to pry through your mouth as you felt the tension in your nerves as you kept your lips closed tightly. You didn’t cry out or yell, opening your mouth one bit would allow him access.

“Stubborn.” He remarks as he tries again to kiss you, instead, your entire chin and your cheeks were coated by his saliva instead.

Reach up underneath your crop top, you gasped as you felt his hairy hands touch and grab your skin. You kept your lips shut but sobbed as you placed both your palms on his chest, trying to push him away.

He successfully reaches under your thin bra, grabbing and squeezing your breasts. He was trying to get you to scream, causing you to open. As much as you hated his hands groping your skin and your breasts, you were tenacious in making sure that no part of that man would stick any part of him inside you.

“Come on babe, you’re not playing fair. I’m about make you rich and famous and I can’t get one little kiss?” he starts to sound irked.

He squeezes your breasts hard; it was painful and disgusting. You pushed his chest as hard as you could, keeping your mouth pinned shut. The fractioning sensation of your facial nerves around your mouth became painful, you breathed hard through your nose trying to get air into your system. You suddenly felt light-headed, you were exhausted, traumatized, and scared. You wanted to die right then and there.

You hear Tiff’s voice yell out once more.

“Scott! How long are you going to do this? I need my car, now that I’ve got that stupid ring. When can I leave already?”

“How about when I’m done with you? Does that sound good, Tiff?”

The sound of a familiar voice graces your ears. It was a voice you felt like you hadn’t heard for a lifetime, it soothed and warmed you. You felt almost revitalized as you looked beyond, in the direction of where the voice came from. Scott also looked behind as he retracted his hands from under your shirt.

“Tiff…what the fuck? I thought you said you got psychoboy.” Scott sounded irked.

Tiff turns around, surprised as she sets her gaze on the taller figure approaching, with Jake by his side.

“E-Ethan? You’re here…I-I thought.”

Heeseung stood, merely a few feet away from her. He looks over at her, while his eyes remained covered by the shadow of his hat. His forearms partially exposed from the slightly rolled sleeves, and you noticed the rage in his flex as the veins in his hands and arms were protruding much more than usual.

Looking at you, or it seemed like he was looking at you, you couldn’t tell as you too were restricted from the view of his eyes, all you could tell was that his face was directed towards you. Observing the painful look on your face as the tears continued to stream down, even with him present. Your hands pushing against Scott’s chest as he maintained a grip around your waist after detracting his hands from under your crop top completely.

Assuming he shifted his gaze around to view the lighting, the setting, and the equipment set up, you tilted his chin downward a bit as it seemed like he had configured what Tiff and Scott were up to. What their plans were with you.

Sighing with a deep breath, he speaks as he smacks his teeth with his tongue. The shattering and crisp sound echoed throughout the parking lot.

“Did she message you?” he asks. You watched as the conversation ensues, with Jake by his side holding on to Emily who had a disdain look on her face yet was replaced with sympathy as she looked over to you, obviously struggling against the grasp of the burly man before you.

“Yo-you mean….” Tiff starts.

“Vickey.”  Heeseung remarks. Still looking down with his eyes covered. Only his nose and mouth remained visible.

“Ethan…I thought you were supposed to-“

“You thought?” He walks closer to her. “Tell me…what were you thinking about? Hmm?” He lowers his tone in a whisper, his facial expression was hard to make out.

“Ethan…I wasn’t going to really have them…you know…we were just going to…with y/n.” Tiff stuttered.

“What?” Scott interjects. “You weren’t what Tiff? I thought we had a deal. I get my recording with the girl, and you handle this dude.”  Scott irritatingly remarks, causing your eyes to widen with fear as you heard of what their plan was with you. Crying and whimpering softly as you placed your hand over your mouth, the feeling of fear came back up, even though Heeseung was nearby, along with Jake and Emily, who both appeared shock and ridden with disgust.

“You are disgusting assholes! You guys were going to do THAT to y/n?” Jake hisses out, glaring at Tiff as he recognized the girl from high school, never taking a liking to her to begin with.

Heeseung raises a hand softly in a manner to let Jake know that all was well.

“It’s all good Jake…. I got it.” He softly remarks. “You got that ring, Tiff?” Heeseung asks.

“U-uh yeah…it’s nothing like the picture she sent me though.” Tiff starts to become more comfortable in her tone and wording the more she converses with Heeseung.

“Let me see it.” He calmly, very calmly speaks out.

Handing him the ring, he admires it for a second before looking at her.

“So…. understanding the terms of conditions….do you accept the deal?” Heeseung asks her.

“…. I mean…yeah.” She smiles and chuckles out. “But…would I get..like…a new one? Like a prettier one…maybe after your grandmother dies so we don’t like…hurt her feelings?” she responds.

Again, you had no idea what she was talking about, but it would appear now that Heeseung was here, that he had something up his sleeve and was able to bribe or trick Tiff into finding his way to you.

“I know you want me….I know you want my name and….the house…that I was building for y/n, but I guess it’s now going to be yours…” Heeseung continues.

Jake and Emily stayed silent.

“Hey Scott…” Heeseung applies a little bit of infliction in his voice as he looks down, eyes still covered, as he played with the ring in his hand as he stood with his arms loosely crossed.

“What the fuck do you want?” Scott abrasively responds.

“You are aware that Tiff and I made a deal, right?” Heeseung claims.

“Not before she and I made a deal.”

“Well…that’s no longer the case. There’s a new one now.” Heeseung continues.

“Tiff what the fuck?! I didn’t fucking bring all of my crew and all my shit just for you to get cold feet just because your fucking ex-boyfriend decides to show up. How the fuck did he know we were here?!” Scot begins to yell.

“I…I don’t know…I didn’t tell hi-“Tiff was cut off by Heeseung.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is, the deal she and I have is, I give her this ring, marry her, take her away with me, and the plan she HIRED you to do, is not going to be followed through. Isn’t that right, Tiff?” Still playing with the ring, his arms crossed firmly with his legs shoulder width apart, Heeseung barely moves.

“Yeah, that’s not good for me bro, I got all my shit here, I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks now. I’m fucking her.” Scott yells back.

The ring that he twirled in his fingers suddenly stopped movement. He remained so still, not moving an inch. He was silent.

“Did you…touch her?” Heeseung inquired.

Scoffing, Scot replies “What?”

“Did you…touch her?” He repeats.

“What you mean like this?” Shoving his hands back up underneath your shirt, he begins to forcibly fondle your breasts once more. You whined and sobbed out.

“STOOOP!!!” You cried out.

Jake stares harshly towards Scott, as did Heeseung. Emily yells out as she remains in Jake’s embrace, bidding the man to stop his assault on you, claiming she would call the police.

“Heeseung, we need to call the police now!” Jake harshly whispers to his best friend, as he cradled Emily.  

“No one is going to call anybody! I had a fucking deal! Tiff, you’re a fucking piece of shit whore! I never want to see you again and don’t fucking call me again!” Scott spats out.

Tiff, looking somewhat irritated, yet also victorious as she lays her hand out, in preparation of Heeseung to place the ring on her finger, slightly smiles.

“Never mind him. And I swear, nothing happened Ethan. He just felt her up under her shirt, but nothing happened.” Tiff reassured. “And nothing will happen, so long as we keep our deal?” Tiff smirks towards him.

“What!?” Scott screams out.

“Scott if you don’t follow through with the deal I made with Ethan, I’ve already recorded all of our conversations, I’ll report you.” Tiff accounts.

“Bitch! You’re a part of those conversations!”

“Yeah, but I also have the evidence of all those other girls so, if Ethan sticks with the deal, and I get what I want, you can focus on another girl. Or maybe just start off slow and be friends with y/n and see if she’ll come around.” Tiff carelessly spits out.

“I don’t fucking believe this!” Scott rants out.

“Tiff…” Heeseung lowly speaks out.

“Hmm?”

“The deal…was that nothing…absolutely NOTHING happens to y/n….”

“…Uh…yeah.”

“…. He touched her…that’s a deal breaker.” Palming the ring into his hand as he fully crosses his arms, he glares down at Tiff.

“And you know what else...” Leaning in as he whispered, seemingly putting her in a trance, he calmly speaks right up against her ear. In a manner as if he was trying to seduce her, and it was working. Feeling his breath against her ear as his low voice cradles her drums, his hand reaching up and seemingly caressing her neck, he nearly buries his face into the side of her head.

“Didn’t I say I would cut you up if you guys ever went near her?” He whispers. Snapped out of her lustful desires for a second, she pulls her head back to find that same, murderous, and violent glare peering down at her, with a sinister smile to go with it.

“You…fucking asshole! You lied to me!” Tiff starts to yell. “You fucki-“ cut off, a sudden grip around her mouth slaps against her skin as it appears in a flash. Squishing her cheeks together as he squeezes hard, digging his fingers into the hollowness of her cheek as he pinched into the skin.

With her eyes wide and glistened with tears of fear as the man before her stared down at her with a sinister smile, he chuckles.

The pain in her cheeks became excruciating as she tried to pull away, yet Ethan pulls her back in by the harsh grab of her cheeks as he mashes his palm against her mouth.

“Aww…always thought your face looked a little…delicate…watch me break it to fucking pieces.” He chuckles as he smiles malicious, squeezing harder as Tiff’s muffled scream could be heard.

“W-what…what is he doing?” Emily starts to stutter.

Jake wraps her head and binds her to his chest to cover her eyes and ears, while he watches the whole ordeal with no emotion on his face.

Knowing Heeseung nearly his whole life, he’s sensed a different side of him on many occasions, yet he couldn’t deny, he’s never seen it this enthralled with malevolence before. Yet given the circumstance, Heeseung’s response and handling of Tiff, was in his own eyes, justified as he watched his best friend become so violent and malicious, choosing to do absolutely nothing to stop his handling of Tiff. At least not now, not until things got too carried away.

Turning his gaze over to Scott, that sinister smile and pointed nose greets him with the eyes remaining hidden in a dark shadow.

“I’d take your hands off of her if I were you…I’ve already got plans for you. I don’t think you want to add anything more to the list.” Ethan grins as he bit down on his lip hard, a slight puncture, and audible pop is faintly heard. Ethan bit down and punctured his own lip, causing a drip of blood trailing down to his chin. Upon seeing it with her eyes, Tiff shakes with fear as he chuckles, slurping it while squeezing her face even more.

Scott developed an uneasy expression as the familiar face he saw that day on the campus was back. It was so creepy, he found it weird how Ethan could switch between a calm and handsome demeanor to that of one that looked like a serial killer.

“I don’t really care about Tiff dude.” Scott scoffs out, trying to call out Ethan’s bluff.

“Oh?” Ethan opens his eyes wide, his iris shrinks, furthering enhancing the white around them, causing his look to become rather demonic as his peepers appeared like black dots that shot right through flesh, like bullets. Leaning into Tiff’s face, with his nose pressed against hers rather harshly, Ethan speaks, completely mad at this point. “Did you hear that? I guess no one cares about you then. Because I sure as hell don’t.”

Bringing her face in by his jarring grasp, lifting her by it as she struggles to find stability with the lack of foundation under her feet as she is suspended in the air, barely grazing her tip toes on the pavement. The skin on her face felt completely stretched by the squeeze he had on her, he whispers into her ear.

“And if you had thought for a split second that I would actually marry you…that further proves my theory that you…don’t deserve to walk the fucking earth.” Spitting a ball of blood and saliva onto the center of her face, while spraying his own hand with splatters of red speckles, he issues one final tight squeeze. The girl screams into his hand, which came out muffled once more, had his hand been removed, it would have shattered glass.

By the grab he had on her face, he swayed his arm, using the momentum of her weight and tossed the girl harshly off to the side. Rolling into her fall, skin scraping in the same manner to how it had been done to Emily, Tiff felt the staggering pain in her facial muscles. Trying to apply some pressure to relieve the pain, her jaw locked from the forced separation of his grasp squeezing her cheeks inward, she felt the extreme loss of elasticity in her face.

Her face…her pretty face was ruined.

Turning his face once more back to Scott, Ethan stretches his neck,

From left.

‘crack’

To right

‘crack’

Back to center

‘crrrraaack’

Each cracking sound shattered the echo of silence that filled the air after witnessing how he man-handled Tiff, who was laying on the ground, shaking violently and screaming into her hand as she tried to massage out the strain of her muscles being overstretched and pinched in so harshly. Everyone became shocked.

Ethan slightly leans his head back to reveal his eyes, peeking from the shadow of his cap as he grins, displaying blood-stained teeth.

Scott, already feeling a bit creeped out from the cracking sounds when Ethan stretched his neck, puts on a brave face, and grips your waist tightly, causing you to wince in pain and disgust as you kept struggling to push him away.

“Stop! Let go!” you sobbed out in an exhausting manner. All the pushing and pulling you were experiencing, with the somber sobs, the boulder-clashing sense of fear that had hit you right before Heeseung showed up, and the assault of Scott’s groping was starting to take a toll on you as your head began pounding with throbs of pain. You were starting to feel dizzy.

“You heard her….” Ethan whispers in a deadly low and airy tone. “She said…let go…that’s mine….that’s all….fucking mine.” Ethan, who took full control at this point with Heeseung residing into dormancy, raises a hand.

Placing the tip of his index finger under the pad of his thumb, he presses down to crack the middle knuckle of his pointer. ‘Pop!’

The sound was like gun fire. Moving on to the next finger he simulates the same act.

‘Pop!’

Walking towards Scott, slowly, he continues to pop the remaining knuckles of each finger. One by one, glaring with a bloody grin towards the muscular man.

“If I remember correctly…”

‘Pop!’

“didn’t I say….”

’Pop!’

“that I would break your fingers if you ever touched her again?” ‘Pop!’

Slurping up the bloody saliva that dripped down from his mouth, his bloody stained teeth remained biting down on his bottom lip once more as he displayed a smirk and took a few more steps towards Scott, yet he remained trepid as the man still had a forced grab on you. Staring directly at Scott, he hears your voice as you whimper out “Stop…. let me go…” in a tiring manner, sobbing simultaneously, nearly passing out from over exhaustion.

For the first time since you were taken, he speaks, directing his words towards you as he maintained the glare towards Scott.

“I know baby…I know…he’s going to…. Trust me…I’m right here, pretty baby. Shhh…daddy’s going to take care of it.” Ethan’s growling tone slightly softened as he spoke to you.

Comforting you through his words as he locked his sights on Scott, Ethan warmed your soul, knowing he couldn’t do it physically just yet, so he reaches out to you with his words and his voice, the parts of him that could and did touch you.

Your heart begins to feel cradled.

Scott, by any means, didn’t feel threatened as he was overconfident with his stature as he contained more muscle mass and felt that he could take on the man approaching him. But he couldn’t deny that the level of craziness he sensed from Ethan was just…not right.

“Look man, I’m not scared of you. But just so you know, we hadn’t even done anything, well, apart from me coating her face with my tongue since she wouldn’t open- up for me. But you, as usual, came in the most inconvenient time. I’m trying to make some money here, and she’s got the face and body the industry needs. Why not let her become something great?”

Pausing in his steps as he tilts his chin down, his cap once again covers his eyes, Ethan reaches up to wipe away the blood from his chin, and issues a sinister grin as he chuckles to the man.

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[starry-hughes]

OH!! Adding into the idea of Cole trying to cheer her up & help her

One night he takes her out & they get drunk to take her mind off things since literally nothing else is working. He doesn’t know though that it doesn’t seem to be helping her because every time he dies something that they’d do at OSU when they needed cheering up, like getting ice cream or going to a movie (idk) Tyler would also be there so now doing those things is just making her sadder because he’s missing.

Anyway, they go out & when he’s bringing her back to whoever’s apartment (like maybe she’s staying at his so Quinn doesn’t see her like that) she tries to kiss him (just because she’s drunk & lonely, no feelings here). It’s barely a brush before she pulls back & starts sobbing

“I know we’re not together but it feels like I’m cheating on him by even attempting that” “i don’t know how to make the pain go away” “what if I made a mistake” “ but kj said he’d seen him on a date so he’s probably moved on & did he ever really love me if he can do that so soon after the break up. Meanwhile I’m losing my mind over here and my heart feels like it’s physically cracked in two”

And now she’s worried that she might lose cole as a friend because of a dumb drunk moment m, which doesn’t help her spiral - they only really started hanging out & became friends because of Tyler, and why would he choose her over Tyler (who let’s pretend they’d been friends for a few years before osu). He’s probably just being nice to her because they’re on the same team now, not because he wants to stay friends with her (like I said, drunk spiral)

Poor cole just sits there with her on the floor holding her while she sobs & mumbles, reassuring her that nothing that happens between her & Tyler would affect their friendship (the baby Canucks have to stick together) but this is when he sees just how badly the break up has affected her & it breaks his heart a bit because he also knows how bad it hurt Tyler but he can’t bring that up to her, so he just holds her & tries to be the best friend ge can to both of them separately

this hurt my heart

he’s just holding her and he’s like “i’m not going to leave you. we’re still friends, okay? and i’m not going to leave you heartbroken i’m going to help you. we’re going to get you feeling like yourself, get you a date if you’re ready, start getting you to move on.” and mooch just breaks and is like “i don’t want to move on.”

and cole is confused because he knows that mooch asked for the breakup. “i thought i knew what i wanted and i don’t. i want tyler. and now i can’t even have him.”

#osu!hughes sister

[darkstarofchaos]

Alien Breeding Experiment? (Sending on anon because I can’t send from my nsfw alt—I wrote half a Quint Breeding Fic and posted it to enthusiasticinformedfragging because I gave up on writing it, so that title definitely intrigues me…)

Alien Breeding Experiment can be summed up as "A bunch of TFs are abducted by alien conservationists who have decide Cybertronians are endangered and they need to save the species".

The inspiration comes from a novel I read as a teen (The Cage by Megan Shepard) and the TF fic, The Mechanoid Preserve by Fianna9 and gatekat. In the former, a group of teenagers are taken by aliens for a zoo, and the latter has a premise fairly similar to mine, from what I remember (full disclosure, the fic lost me halfway through). One of the points I've taken from The Cage is the idea that the aliens are telepathic and don't consider non-telepathic races sentient, but unlike The Cage, there's also a language barrier. And no cross-species romance. The Mechanoid Preserve, as far as I remember, has no real similarity to mine apart from the concept and a couple main characters.

Anyway, the main plotline in my story follows a mixed group of Autobots and Decepticons as they figure out what's going on and try to communicate with or escape from their captors. The aliens don't actually know how Cybertronians reproduce (hence the "experiment" part), so they're trying to pair off the captives by frametype. Which is fine for pairs like Prowl and Bluestreak or Starscream and Thundercracker, but not so much for cross-faction pairs like Optimus and Motormaster.

Meanwhile, the Autobots and Decepticons are trying to find their missing bots, but things aren't moving fast enough for Skywarp and the Stunticons who weren't captured, so they abduct Skyfire and set off to find their missing teammates themselves. Shenannigans ensue.

A lot of my stories are in a rough drafted state, but this is one I have a semi-complete first chapter for. Snippet under the cut:

A muffled crash sounded from somewhere nearby. Prowl jumped, uncurling enough to stare around himself once more. Nothing had changed inside his prison. Whatever - or whoever - had made that noise must have been outside. Was it at all possible that the Autobots had come for him?

Yes. Of course it was possible. But with no other sounds to suggest a battle, it grew less likely by the second. Prowl couldn’t help checking his comms, though, praying that they hadn’t been disabled.

They responded immediately, as though nothing was wrong. He choked back a sob of relief and ran a scan for active frequencies, not caring who they belonged to. Autobots, humans, it didn’t matter as long as he got out of here.

He found one. A deep, stern voice came over the connection, and Prowl shuddered as a wave of hot shame joined his nausea.

::-no time for senseless violence,:: Optimus was saying.

::I think this is the perfect time for violence,:: a different voice snarled. Not an Autobot. Motormaster. Prowl hadn’t even noticed he’d landed on a universal frequency, though given the circumstances, a Decepticon on an Autobot frequency might have been the least of his worries.

Optimus started to say something else, but Blaster’s voice interrupted. ::Hold that thought, Prime. We have another caller on the line.:: A momentary pause followed his words, then he added, ::Hey, Prowl. You with us?::

“I… Yes. I’m here,” Prowl managed. His words were edged with static, possibly from whatever had knocked him out. Hopefully it concealed the worst of his distress. He sat up slowly, fighting to compose himself, and asked, “What’s happening?”

::That’s an excellent question.:: Starscream’s voice was tight and angry. But he barely finished his sentence before yet another bot chimed in.

::It was aliens!:: Red Alert said. ::Someone came and took us right off the battlefield!::

::Will you shut up about aliens?:: Motormaster snapped.

Optimus sighed, the sound almost an impatient growl. ::Prowl. What’s the last thing you remember?::

That was not a question Prowl wanted to answer, even for himself. But he cast his thoughts back, sifting through hazy, corrupted memory files. “There was a battle,” he said slowly. “We were protecting… some human thing?”

::Speak for yourself,:: Starscream muttered. Optimus sighed again. ::What else?::

“That’s everything,” Prowl admitted. “Prime… What’s going on?”

::That’s what we’re trying to figure out,:: Optimus said. He sounded disappointed, and Prowl’s tanks gave another unpleasant lurch. He hated that tone.

#transformers #implied noncon

[trannydean]

All Right, Hold Tight - Fictober Prompt #10

Prompt - #10, "It's all right, I'm here now."

Fandom - Supernatural

Rating - T

Warnings - Family death, cursing, asthma attack.

Word count - 619

Summary - Jaime learns he has now lost someone close to him, and his immediate response isn't the best.

A/N - Yeahhh so this one is sad, I'm sorry guys. Also, though I'm suspecting I do have asthma, I don't believe I've experienced a full-on asthma attack, so if I wrote this wrong, please lmk so I can change it. I hope y'all enjoy this!!!

Jaime ran.

She can’t be dead. Fuck, no, she can’t, she can’t, she can’t.

No matter how many times he denied it in his mind, Jaime knew that did nothing. That didn’t change what he heard just learned over the phone.

Where was his phone? He wondered for a brief moment, before vaguely remembering that he had dropped it. Dropped after he heard those words he had hoped to never, ever hear.

Your cousin, Jacqueline—she’s dead.

Jaime ran.

He kept running, because he didn’t know what else to do. Even as his lungs began to hurt, warning him of an asthma attack, he still ran. Tears blurred his vision as he ran through the woods, away from Dean and Cas, away from his phone, away from that horrible news.

A car crash. Something so normal, so regular. Something that happened on the daily. This time, it just had to happen to Jaime’s remaining family.

Not all of them, he thought numbly, but that didn’t quite register at the moment. The last person he had grown up with was now dead.

His baby cousin. His beloved Jackie. She was dead, and that was worse than losing his parents, losing his aunt and uncle—fuck, it was worse than when he himself died, and that had happened a couple of times now.

Jaime ran.

He ran until he literally couldn’t anymore. He stumbled and fell to his hands and knees, coughing and sobbing. His lungs were on fire, and he knew he needed to grab his inhaler. He didn’t need to die; then he would’ve been a fucking disappointment. He didn’t need to disappoint Jackie, or Dean and Cas, or Sam, or anyone.

Retrieving the Ziploc bag he had in his pocket, he pulled his inhaler from it and shook it, meanwhile forcing himself to calm down enough to concentrate on his breathing. He swallowed, then let out his breath. Putting the inhaler to his mouth, he took a puff of it. Shook it. Took another puff.

When his lungs didn’t feel like sandpaper anymore, he put his inhaler away, then began to sob. His legs still felt like Jell-O, so he didn’t bother getting up and running again. Besides, he didn’t need Asthma Attack, Take Two. So he just wrapped his arms around his knees and wept.

He heard someone yelling his name long before he truly registered it. He didn’t even recognize who it was until the person was right there, falling to his knees beside Jaime. It was Cas.

“Jaime! Jaime, hey, it’s me,” Cas said softly, and Jaime practically threw himself into Cas’ arms, which quickly wrapped around him in a tight embrace.

“It’s all right, I’m here now,” Cas assured, caressing Jaime’s hair. Jaime clutched at his coat, trembling.

“Where’s Dean?” Jaime begged to know. “Cas—where’s Dean?”

“He’s coming, it’s okay,” Cas whispered. “He’ll be here any minute. Right now, I’ve got you, okay? You’re going to be okay.”

Jaime accepted this, leaning into Cas’ hold. Tears streaked down his face, and he knew he must have made Cas’ trench coat wet by now. But Cas didn’t say anything, and neither did Jaime.

He didn’t know when Dean arrived, but all of a sudden, a second set of arms wrapped around him and Cas, holding them tight. Jaime knew it was Dean in an instant—nobody else was around, for one thing. But he also recognized the way Dean put his arms around them, like he was shielding them from the pains and horrors of the world.

But he couldn’t take away Jaime’s pain of losing Jackie. All three of them knew that. Still, the thought was appreciated, even if it couldn’t fix much.

#dean writes #fictober23 #oc: jaime morgan #dean winchester #castiel #jestiel #family death #cursing #asthma attack

[simpalert]

Blood curdles,suns set ep 3:regress and regrets [this aus inspired by silly celestials au](tw:blood,pain,starvation, sfw agere pls dont be weird]

eclipse was somehow able to sleep, its been weeks since he had. Bloodmoon and harvestmoon were just poking and prodding at him, wondering if he died, hey checked his status and he was alive. They guessed he passed out from all the pain and went to go control the body and hunt.leaving eclipse alone. 

And once eclipse woke up he was instantly hit with intense pain everywhere, everything hurt, he was hoping he was just having a bad dream but he remebered that this is his reality. In his eyes his well deserved reality.he wanted to scream and cry at the same time but nothing came out, he felt the need to grab the blood bag near him, tear it open, and chug it. He was so hungry, he was so scared, he was so in pain and stressed.

But he didnt, he couldnt, he was so weak, he was so in pain, he still felt so wrong about it.he felt the feeling of getting smaller and smaller.until he drops. He didnt understand what was going on, he felt small. His body was big but he felt small. He was in somewhere so big, so scary and so big.he didnt understand he didnt wanna feel like this.Hes not small, hes not weak. And just then another sharp pain kicked in, it hurt way worse then before he felt small. At this point he just started to sob.

Meanwhile bloodmoon and harvestmoon are enjoying a feast of a random hobo they found on the street, when they decided to go check on eclipse. Hey go back into the head space and see a sobbing eclipse. Bloodmoon laughs his head off finding the fact eclipse is crying hilarous but harvestmoon wasnt laughing,he wasnt even giggling. He noticed somthing bloodmoon couldnt. He tapped bloodmoon shoulder and says “brother, harvestmoon thinks dorito man has regressed”. Bloodmoon tilted his head and asked “what do you mean brother?”. Harvestmoon explained what regressing meant and the realization hit bloodmoon like a bus.”we cause dorito man to go small?” bloodmoon timidly asks which harvestmoon responds with a nod.bloodmoon look back to eclipse and asks “did we take it to far?”.”harvestmoon thinks we toke it way to far” harvestmoon says in reply.

Bloodmoon slowly goes over to eclipse and softly says “hey lil guy?” and the moment bloodmoon says that eclipse sobs even more stuttering out the words “i-i’m not little, i-i’m not little!” he scratchs at his face casing and pulls his rays which makes bloodmoon flinch and let out a worried whimper, he calls over harvestmoon who goes over and tries to explain to eclipse whats happening and why its happening. Eclipse after a bit understands why he feels so small, even though hes still upset about it. But just then another strike of pain to eclipses stomach, he sobs and crys, holding his stomach.the twins both know hes not gonna eat the blood if he knows it blood, so they go to someone who knows how to make blood not seem like blood.

Meanwhile lunars just happily prepping some blood cookie batter for the twins when they burst in, lunar trys to tell them they have to wait for the cookies but they stop him and explained the situation.lunar understands and grabs some blood muffins and cookies from the pantry. He tells the twins to let eclipse control the body. Which they do, and lunars greeted with terrified and pained crying and blubbering. Lunar shushes and calms him, handing him a muffin. Eclipse sniffs it a bit and takes a bite. And instantly starts to calm down. He happily eats the cookies and muffins. And lunar makes sure he doesnt eat to fast.

Eclipse ate quite a bit, and once he was done the pain was gone and he felt great. Still small but great.lunar smiles seeing that hes all better, he then asks if eclipse wants to sleep since he must be tired after eating all that. Which was true, instead of feeling pain he was feeling sleepy.eclipse streached and yawned rubbing his eye sleepily. Lunar grabs him a plushie and blanket, leading him over to a bed and laying him down. He reads eclipse a story and leaves a nightlight on when he turns off the light.

Looks like things are looking up.

[this is sfw agere pls dont be weird]

this au is inspired by @basilbots :]

ep one-ep two

#the sun and moon show moon #the sun and moon show monty #the sun and moon show eclipse #the sun and moon show sun #the sun and moon show #the sun and moon show bloodmoon #the sun and moon show lunar #blood curdles.suns set au #bcss au #sfw agere #agere eclipse