#( finally decided to explain this even if nobody was wondering )
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— 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 (𝐡𝐜𝐬)
INCLUDES | toman members [mentioned: draken, hakkai, mitsuya, pah-chin, peh-yan, takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, baji.], bonten members [mentioned: takeomi, koko, kakucho, sanzu, ran and rindou haitani]
NOTE | headcanons for toman are set in the final timeline! everyone is in their mid/late 20s, happy & alive :) | request
— TOMAN.
When Mikey shows up with a pregnant lady at his side, most of the gang is stunned into silence. Curious gazes are exchanged, then everyone start whispering among each other, trying to make sense of the situation.
At first, nobody really connects the dots. They all assume you must be a friend in need or someone Mikey found and decided to help. They imagine that Mikey took you under his wing and promised to keep you safe – which would explain why he brought you here. Typical Mikey.
Imagine the absolute whiplash when Mikey starts the meeting by introducing you as his wife.
For some of them (especially Draken), it's kind of a hard pill to swallow.
A wave of realization hits him hard and he suddenly feels like he never really knew Mikey after all. His best friend, whom he hangs out with pretty much every day and has been looking after his whole life, has been married this entire time? He can't help but wonder how he missed all the signs and feels a mixture of emotions as he tries to process those unexpected layers of Mikey's life that he never knew existed.
But once he starts to grasp the reasons why Mikey did it, he begins to feel better about it.
He knows that Mikey has always been a responsible and thoughtful young man. The fact that he kept his wife hidden from the gang because he knew your presence might've made you a target for rival gangs or enemies seeking to exploit the slightest vulnerability in his life only made Draken more admirative of Mikey.
Over time, everyone in Toman gets accustomed to the situation and they all grow closer to you, much to Mikey's delight.
Hakkai has yet to get used to seeing you around all the time, but he tries his best. He really likes you and tries not to freeze completely when you talk to him. It's not easy for him, but he does manage to get a few words out when you start a conversation. It's cute to see him make the effort and face his shyness just to be able talk to you.
Baji and Chifuyu are like your personal bodyguards. They treat you like a younger sibling, always looking out for you and stealing you from Mikey to hang out or help with shopping for the baby.
As for Mitsuya, he'll put all his energy into making his own unique pieces of clothing for the baby. Before your child is even born, he's is already envisioning the most adorable designs to keep the little one cozy and stylish at all times. He'll design all sort of cute outfits, knit baby blankets, baby booties, and maybe even craft some nursery decor, because why not.
Everyone quickly realizes that you are an essential pillar of support for Mikey and they, too, end up finding comfort in your presence.
In moments of stress and anxiety, you always know how to calm them down. A gentle touch on the shoulder or a quick pep talk is all it takes to ease the burden from their shoulders. It's as if you have this innate sense of knowing when people need support the most, and you're always there to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to lean on.
You've practically become Kazutora's best friend and confident, and he often seeks your advice on important decisions. Your bond with him runs deep, forged through shared experiences and the understanding that you have for each other. He knows that you genuinely care about his well-being and will always have his best interests at heart.
After the baby's arrival, Pah-Chin and Peh-Yan turn into the typical pair of bickering uncles, always competing to hold the baby first (because of course, everyone gets to hold your baby at least once a day).
One day, their playful argument escalates and their voices disturb the baby's peaceful sleep, leading to Mikey landing a friendly kick on them, while Draken settles to giving them a rather harsh slap on the back of the head.
In the midst of the chaos, Takemichi eventually gets the privilege of holding the baby first. You could tell he was practically dying to ask, but simply didn't dare to.
You share a special connection with all of Mikey's friends, like a close-knit found family, and each of them wholeheartedly reciprocates your affection.
— BONTEN.
When Mikey holds a meeting to introduce his pregnant partner, the news doesn't really come off as a shock to anyone. Everyone in Bonten is used to sleeping around, and, well, they know that accidents can happen.
Mikey decided to be responsible and keep a prostitute and her baby? Okay, good for him. Maybe not the best decision, but that's none of their business.
What genuinely shocks them however, is finding out that you and your baby are actually far from being a mere accident or casual fling gone wrong.
In fact, you've been Mikey's wife for a little over a year now, and the main motivation behind his decision to introduce you to his gang is to ensure your safety at all times. He can't risk an enemy finding out about you before his allies do, especially now that you're pregnant.
They're not exactly thrilled by the idea of playing babysitter for their boss - but they quickly get used to having you around. (It's not like they have much of a choice anyway)
Takeomi handles you like literal porcelain. He doesn't leave your side, always following you around to make sure you don't trip, fall down the stairs or hurt yourself in any way shape or form.
His attentiveness is primarily driven by your position as the boss's wife rather than personal affection or genuine concern for you, though. He's just doing his job, knowing that any harm happening to you while he's in charge of watching you will result in him getting reprimanded by Mikey. You're a very nice woman, but he'd rather be tasked with more important business - hence the constant huffs and sighs when he's around you.
Koko, on the other hand, grows particularly fond of you and buys pretty much everything you need for yourself and the baby. Whether it be clothes, plushies, furniture for the nursery or your weird pregnancy cravings, he'll get you anything you desire. This baby is going to be spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. (Mikey complains about it more than you do)
Similarly, you and Kakucho develop a significant bond over time, the third-in-command becoming almost like an older brother to you. Among the gang, he stands out as the friendliest and least intimidating, Introducing a comforting and accessible presence in your life, something you've been missing for a while. Although you love Mikey dearly, being his wife presents its own set of difficulties and often leaves you feeling isolated.
Sanzu mostly minds his own business. He does his job and keeps an eye on you, but he has too much respect for Mikey to even consider befriending you. He wouldn't want his boss to get the wrong idea.
He mostly leaves the wifesitting job to the others, preferring to stay by Mikey's side and obey his more thrilling orders.
(And let's be honest, you're not complaining)
The Haitani brothers aren't big on befriending, and yet from time to time they'll buy some stuff for your baby, like little shoes or plushies. (That's mostly Rindou's doing, as he tends to be friendlier than his older brother).
When you find yourself alone at home, they're usually the ones assigned to stay by your front door, ensuring your security.
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Playful prompts for tadc cast playing hide and seek with hider reader?
Awe this is a cute idea! (not including Caine bc I see him as the one organizing this game).
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Pomni
During her first week inside the Digital Circus, she's slowly adapting to everything...although she refuses to give up on finding an exit.
But when Caine forced everybody to play some hide n' seek, with you being the hider, she really doesn't want any part of it.
However you convinced her to play along, whispering that if she found you first, you'll share what you remembered from your old life as a "prize".
Although initially annoyed you wouldn't just tell her, she becomes motivated searching high and low, opening doors, looking down barrels, etc.
When she finally finds you (courtesy of a glitching object), she's anxious to hear what you had to say-
Unfortunately Caine decides to pop in and put on a big celebration for Pomni winning the game...which goes on the whole damn day up until everybody goes to bed that night.
You seemingly forgot what you were gonna tell her, to which she gets upset and angry that you gave her false hope, sulking in her room.
But you slide a note under her door, explaining that you only recently remembered your real name.
Suddenly she realizes that maybe her memories weren't 100% gone.
If you could suddenly remember your name, then....surely she can, too!
Gangle
After Jax was mean to her during the last hide n' seek game, you try cheering her up by playing another one.
It didn't involve Caine or anybody else. Just you two.
She mopes about being a terrible seeker. But since you're her best friend (and you promised her a prize), she'll go along if it makes you happy.
You decide to hide in spots that she would 100% think to check, deliberately allowing her to win.
Since she's all ribbons, it's easy for her to slink around and squeeze into tight spaces.
After finding you three times, she gets suspicious that you're purposefully going easy on her-
But she stops her accusations as you finally present her prize:
It's a brand new comedy mask!! Except this one wasn't made of porcelain or ceramic, instead being unbreakable material (or at least material that's couldn't casually be broken by anyone, especially Jax).
Gangle sobs with happiness before putting the mask on, squealing over how perfectly it fits, and hugging you tightly.
Thanks to you, she can finally feel joyful again!
Zooble
They'd rather do anything else....
But since this little hide n' seek "adventure" was all Caine's idea, she has no choice but to go along with it.
Even so, she puts the least amount effort into the game.
When you're the hider and she's the seeker, they just pray to whatever god is in this world (besides Caine) that you aren't anywhere in the Gloink cavern.
She'd rather not get discombobulated again.
Sometimes, she'll throw parts of herself in the direction where she thinks you're hiding, hoping to startle you into giving away your location so this dumb game can finally end.
Lucky for you, you know their tricks and keep quiet.
She doesn't expect any prizes (unless it's a limb that makes her body not look like a hot mess).
If they find you, she'll be like "yay I win..now I'm going back to my room" and saunter off.
Kinger
Like Zooble, he'd much rather do something else.
But he goes along with Caine's game anyways after you enticed him into playing for a prize.
Whatever momentarily stops his sanity from spiraling, I guess.
He searches high and low, getting nervous when he can't find you anywhere in the places he'd 100% expect you to be.
Lowkey starts to wonder if something terrible actually happened to you--like if you were trapped and not even Caine could help you.
The last place he could think of was your room but.....he doesn't have your key.
At the same time, he knew you weren't a cheater. You wouldn't hide somewhere that nobody else (except Jax) could access!
In the end, he goes back to his fort to sulk, openly declaring that you've won the game.
As it turns out, you chose to hide in that same fort, and you jump out with a grin, feeling victorious.
Kinger just stares at you for a solid 10 seconds.....before he suddenly screams and asks why tf you were in there.
You feel bad for scaring him, so you reward him for at least trying: a jar with a caterpillar currently wrapped up in a chrysalis.
He LOVES it, but now he carries around the jar every second of the day, staring at it until the little bug hatches.
At least now he has a reason not to fall off the deep end just yet.
Jax
Hide n' seek is like child's play to him.
Somehow this cheeky bastard knows exactly where you're hiding no matter what, even if it's outside the tent (like at the lake or fair).
It's definitely tarnishing your reputation as the best "hider" out of all of the gang.
When you ask him how tf he knew, he just shrugs and says "you're too predictable, try a better spot next time".
Hiding in your room is definitely not an option, as he's stolen your key (and would point out that would be cheating if someone else was the seeker instead)--so there truly is no place to hide.
Like Zooble, he's not in it for some prize.
It is, however, quite rewarding seeing you get so frustrated when he effortlessly finds you.
And that's enough for him
If it's a game involving everyone, then he just straight-up mocks the others for not realizing the very obvious spot (or at least to him it was obvious) you were hiding in.
Ragatha
She's probably the most enthusiastic about Hide n' seek (like you have mentioned, it's a good distraction from the stresses of being stuck in this virtual world).
Is also a fair and honest player, never once peeking while she counts to 10.
Like Pomni, she does her best to find you first, searching places she knows you frequent--or mentioned liking in the past.
But you're definitely the best hider out of everyone, so it's a little challenging.
Still, she refuses to give up!
When she does successfully find you, you and Caine decided that she should get a prize for being such a great seeker.
It's her very own centipede-repellent spray bottle.
While it won't stop Jax from trying to sneak those little pests into her room, the mist will deter them from coming near her at all and help her conquer her fear.
She's forever grateful and sprays it around her bed every night before she sleeps.
Oh, and she'll definitely threaten Jax with it if he even mentioned centipedes around her.
#ty for this prompt tbh <3#trying to get a feel for how i wanna write these characters!#clanask#anonymous#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#tadc pomni#tadc jax#tadc kinger#tadc zooble#tadc ragatha#tadc gangle#platonic#headcanons
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Hii i love ur work i was wondering if u could do an angst story when ur the fem 9th member and jyp adds another fem member and they start ignoring you yelling at u and acting harsh and only one member is by ur side all the time
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-9th skz
Warning: yelling, panic attacks, harsh tones, angst
Pairing: I.N x 9th member
Summary: a new member joins your group and it seems everything starts crashing down when you realize your being slowly replaced.
!not proofread!
Hey thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this short story lol! Have a good day 🩷
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"Chan? I don't know where you are but I've been outside. Waiting. You promised to pick me up remember? Just text me or call me when you get this." I send the voicemail and let out a frustrated sigh. Had he forgotten to pick you up again? This was starting to become really annoying.
The last time he forgot because apparently the new girl, Haneul, needed help recoding something for the album. I let it go because it was the album after all and I want what's best for the team. But this time I had no idea why he wasn't texting or picking up.
The sky starts to drizzle and I let out a sigh. Slowly starting the walk home. I knew I was going to be soaking wet when I arrive at the dorms so I just put my phone in my bag to avoid it from getting spoilt.
The past few weeks, the schedule was really busy especially now that their was a 10th member. Everyone was trying to make her feel like home even offering her MY room as I took the couch until we were transferred to our new dorm. It was frustrating because now everyone's attention was on her and the fact that the boys were excited for a girl joining got me thinking that maybe they were tired of me.
The rain was pouring heavy now and my tears were too. Last week Han forgot to practice with you because he was with Haneul teaching her the rap part for the new song. Last week Felix forgot that you were making brownies with him and decided to do it with Haneul instead. Last week Changbin double booked his schedule with the recording studio and told me to come at a later date because Haneul needed more attention. LAST week Leeknow took her to the new game park when he had promised me to go with.
Haneul was slowly getting me replaced. The less I talked the more nobody would notice me.
My phone vibrates and I quickly pull out my phone.
"H-hello?" I say into it while snifling.
"Y/nie? Love? Are you there? What's all that noise?" I hear I.N's voice booming through the phone obviously panicking.
"I'm walking home." I sadly say looking at the puddles that had completely got my shoes wet.
"But it's raining dogs and cats outside! Yah! You're going to get sick."
"Chan forgot to pick me up again but it's okay I'm like 2 minutes away from the house."
"Oh baby. Let me make you some hot chocolate and run you a bath."
"You don't have to babe-"
"No I will! Now hurry along please. I want you home safe."
I say a little bye before rushing to get home.
My shoes let out squishy sounds against the hard wood floor as I make my way through the house.
"Where's Chan?" I glare at Changbin who's walking to the kitchen.
He stops and his eyes go wide when he finally sees me. "Oh my God. What happened babydoll?" He gasps at the state I'm in.
"Where. Is. Chan?" I ask one more time. Angry wasn’t even the word that could explain the emotion I felt at the moment.
"His in the studio-"
I walk past him and charge at the studio where I open the door to find him with Haneul laughing at something.
Was he being Foreal right now?
"Chan how could you?!" I say hurt at him causing him to jump and look up at me.
"Y/n? Oh my God what happened to you? Why are you soaking wet-"
"You fucking forgot to pick me up from schedules Where were you huh? Huh?" I frown and glare at him.
He looks panicked as he picks up his phone to check his reminders but his eyes open wide in realization.
"Oh my God- y/nie I'm so sorry. Haneul-"
“It’s okay,” I say not even bothering to fight with him. It wasn’t worth it. It was tiring.
"What’s going on guys?" Leeknow says coming into the room confused.
“Yah! Y/n your getting the whole house wet with your clothes? What’s your problem?” He scolds me.
“I had to walk through the rain and you don’t even care, no need to yell at me.”
The boys all start piling up into the room trying to figure out what the matter was.
"Y/n! Your wet!" Han exclaims
“Yes I think I get the point people!” I groan and shiver as the cold air hits my body.
“Y/n go get change please, now I have to clean up your mess,” Leeknow’s tone is harsh. I can hear it with a tint of frustration.
“Jeez Leeknow you won’t even bother to ask if I’m okay?” I roll my eyes trying to avoid the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks once again.
He just dismisses me with his hand and walks out the room to do whatever he had too.
“Anyways, Haneul do you still wanna watch riverdale later?” My neck snaps at the direction that Hyunjin stood. Did he just say riverdale?
“Yeah yeah, I hope it’s not too much work but I was wondering if we could also make those little friendship bracelets-“
“Hyunjin did you just say riverdale? That’s our show,” my voice is now soft and quivering. Why would he watch our show with her.
“Y/n don’t be selfish, she’s just watching season one. It’s not a big deal.” He didn’t care. He didn’t care at all.
“We can alwyaks watch another series Hyunjin I don’t mind really-“
“Nah Y/n will be okay she’s just being dramatic like always,”
My breathing started to pick up. I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. I was cold, tired, hungry and emotional. The sob that left my lips represented all that.
Chan’s eyes go wide when he notices the distress I’m in. “Hey, why are you crying? Are you okay?”
I don’t even bother to answer and just walk past the boys that stood by the door looking confused and worried.
“What’s the matter Y/n? Is it because of riverdale? Please don’t tell me you’re crying over that!” Hyunjin says as his hand grabs mine.
“You guys treat me like such a bother ever since she got here. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I’m I boring to you guys now? All of you have been mean or pushing me aside for her. I don’t even ask for much but to have my friends back. If you don’t want me in the group anymore just tell me.”
I’m a mess, I’m a mess. I free myself from his grip before walking up the stairs where I run into I.N. He gives me a smile and realizes the state I’m in. His smile drops.
“Hey- woah woah woah, what’s wrong?” He asks but he was the only one that knew the current position I was in. I had told him the day he saw Chan snap at me when we were learning a new choreography and I had messed up.
“I’m- I’m just tired.” I cry as he automatically pulls me into his arms.
“Don’t cry hmmm. It’s okay I’ve got you okay? Let’s go upstairs and get you showered and changed. Then we can talk about it okay?” He whispers in my ear and I just nod in response.
He pulls me up the stairs and into my room where I find my pajamas laid out and some candles lit. The bathroom was running.
He slowly undresses me and guides me into the bathroom where I sit in the hot bathtub.
“Join me?” I ask well basically whimper. Craving his touch.
He chuckles. “Yeah sure my love. You miss me hm?”
“Yeah,” I softly say before blushing.
He gets undressed and gets into the tab. He leans back as I sit in between his legs. My body slowly meting into his.
He leaves tiny kisses on my naked shoulders while slowly massaging my neck. I find my body relaxing and slowly shutting down.
“Hey do you wanna talk about it now?”
“Mmm, it’s just that Everbody’s been acting so different towards me eve since she joined, I told you this last time but now it’s worse. Sometimes they don’t even acknowledge my existence.” I sigh feeling the sadness start to rise again.
“Baby, I told you last time to talk to them about it. What happened?”
“I don’t know I geuss, I geuss I just don’t want to make them feel like they’re picking.”
“But it’s your feelings that matter
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LMAO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE FIRST STORIES I TRIED TO DO, SHOULD I DROP IT?😭
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König at a bar with you:
Tags: Related to this post / Fluff / Headcanon / Gender neutral / König is drunk and trusts you / König keeps his hood on
Word count: 400ish
He is talking more than usual, breathy laughs in between his words with a slight undertone of drunkenness, clearly in a good mood. König is talking about Austrian bread, Semmel, to be exact. You can hear his smile under his hood, describing how delicious Käsesemmel and Schinkensemmel are.
“Speak English, König.” You chuckle at him. He realizes he’s getting too comfortable with you and his German babbling stops. He clears his throat to hide away his slight embarrassment, then proceeds to explain: “Käsesemmel means cheese roll, it’s a round bread sandwich made with wheat flour, with cheese slices inside.” He explain, raising his voice a bit, excited about his country’s food. “It tastes amazing when it’s fresh out the oven. And it’s…” König holds his hand into a fist on the table, using it as a size reference. “It’s this big — the roll, I mean. And Schinkensemmel means ham roll… why are you laughing?”
You can’t help but laugh a little when he passionately describes his favourite bread. “Because you’re cute when you’re drunk, König.” You look at König’s eyes, and he quickly glances away onto something else. He lets out a dry laugh, you wonder if he’s blushing under the hood. “Mein Gott… stop mocking me like this. And I’m not drunk.” He mumbles with a grunt, in denial from your comment.
He’s always like this when you tease or praise him. If you drown him in praises, he’ll let out a frustrated grunt and tell you to cut it off, but nothing is truly aggressive from him, to you. You find that cute too.
“I meant it, even when you’re not drunk. I find you very… charming.” You insists, leaning a little towards him. His warmth is subtlety radiating out of his vest, and he starts to fumble with his fingers and knuckles on the table. He doesn’t say anything. What should he say? He is so flustered by your words. Bar and alcohol and you make his mind melt.
After a minute of silence of his uneasiness, you worry if you went too far. “You’re alright?” You ask, gently putting your hand on his back, comforting him by slowly moving up and down. To your surprise, he doesn’t push your arm away or anything. Instead, he turns his massive frame to you, hesitating. A pair of pretty eyes stare at yours, before he finally puts his head on your shoulder. You can’t help but to smile, feeling him nuzzling a little. You decide to be a bit bold as you slide your fingers from his back to the under of his hood, touching and massaging his neck.
König clearly tenses up for a second, then pushes his head deeper to your neck, letting out a sigh. You tease him as you softened your voice. “If you’re feeling sick, I can carry you back to the base, and we can eat some Käsemel together.” His laugh rumbles deep and intimate by your ear, and he gently wraps his arms around your waist. “It’s Käsesemmel, and you can never carry me, Liebling…” Of course, König is a hulking 300 pounds Goliath, nobody can carry him on the back. But he feels…small, and safe, under your touch. He buries his hooded face on you, so close that you can smell the Jägermeister from his breath. It was strong, he is definitely drunk.
The others are playing by the pool table away from you two. Billiards collide, and one of them cheer loudly. Looks like they will spend the night with pool and poker cards. And König chooses to spend the night with you. Talking, cuddling, anything. He closes his eyes, sits still and holds you in a little more. You smile, keep him comfortable by your side, as he lets himself to be vulnerable just for once.
“So it’s a no for Käsesemmel too?” You ask, then feeling a squeeze from his hand on your waist. “Käsesemmel, with you, always.” He mumbles back, as your touches make him sleepier by the second. He’s drunk, from the shots and drinks, but also from your caress.
#konig#konig x reader#könig call of duty#könig mw2#könig cod#könig x reader#könig#konig call of duty#konig mw2#konig cod#könig fluff#konig fluff#konig x you#könig x you
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What about showering with the mercs? Nothing dirty, like, at all. But like, washing the gross men’s hair while the bask in the most affection they’ve gotten since 5th grade. Maybe I just wanna see tough and gruff grown men turn into putty when given the smallest amount of care. Gn reader please!! And thank you!!
I love how you assume they got affection in 5th grade. What a very bold claim.
The Mercs taking a shower with Y/N (SFW)
Scout:
- Scout is a very restless person. He can never sit still for more than five seconds. It takes a lot of massages and rubbing soap on his body for him to finally stop shuffling his feet. Even then his attention is always caught by something mundane. Like a weird tile on the wall or the window high above near the ceiling where nobody could be a peeping tom.
- Your affections finally catch up to him. He relaxes a little more when you start to do his hair. He lays his entire head on you and lets you work at his scalp. You notice for some reason his dog-tags are still on him and ask him about it. He shrugs and goes “What if I die in the shower or some shit? Who knows. Maybe a frenchie will fuckshit out of nowhere and backstab me.”
- You can’t help but huff at his joke. It was an amused yet annoyed response to his nonsense. He smiles groggily as you begin washing his back. “Do you do this often?” “Do what?” You ask. “Join a group of mercenaries and then wash their backs.” He says. You scowl at him and shove the loofah in his mouth.
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Soldier:
- Literal dog. Arches his spine and tilts his head back in bliss as you scratch his scalp. Sighs in relief as you release him of today’s pressure. Turns around against the wall to let you do his back. Raises any limb up when you need it. He enjoys being treated like a pampered animal. He’s like a big Labrador that loves water
- He begins doing you as well mid wash. Covering you in body wash and rubbing your back and tummy in circles. You know little to nothing of soldier’s past so it’s quite a pleasant surprise when you discover he’s good at this. Palming the knots out of your muscles and encouraging you to relax. It’s just enough pressure not to hurt you.
- He took his helmet into the wash.. unsurprising. Pyro and Spy have insecurities with their true face as well. He tilts his helmet upward and flicks it off. allowing it to fall to the floor. His grey eyes are so.. loving. There’s this adoring smile on his face. He makes you so weak you both have to sit down in the shower.
- “C’mere cutie.” Oh. oh shit.
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Demoman:
- Motherfucker brings alcohol into the shower and lights candles. It’s going to be awkward trying to explain to the others why there’s traces of platonic/romantic intimacy (your pick) in the fucking showers.
- … Let alone why some of the candles look suspiciously like sticks of dynamite.
- “Eh, I ran out of candles and em’ too lazy to get me ass to the store. The rest are just Delayed-Dynamite I bought from mann co a year ago. Don’t worry, we have aroun’ an hour before dey explode!” God you hate him so much sometimes. But you trust his profession in explosive devices and decide to risk it. If all else fails you’ll both just respawn and you’ll beat the shit out of him. No biggie! (Also that dynamite sounds really unhelpful.. No wonder he never used it.)
- Falls asleep in the shower with you on his lap. Usually he snores but he’s dead quiet this time with a big smile on his face. He seems quite content with this. Although you’re the one who has to snuff out the dynamite in time.
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Engineer:
- He obviously won’t show it, but he’s really timid and embarrassed about this. The moment you both get in, you’re squished against the wall by his massive tummy. Like actually suffocating. This particular shower is way too small for two people.
- “Sorry, pardner.” He says, so unsympathetically that he practically radiates it. In truth his shyness immediately faded when he realized he had the upper hand in the situation. He had a grin on his face as he watched you struggle to grab the soap. Jesus, even his manboobs were obstacles. You wondered how this guy didn’t just crush people on the battlefield by sitting on them.
- “See here, now..” He adjusts his mechanical hand, making sure it was still working — even under the water. He grabbed the soap and began soaping up a loofah. “Guess you’ll just have to watch me, instead. Huh?” He teased. His soft spoken voice made it sound more like he was teasing a small newborn puppy for falling on its back, though. Good luck trying to move around, let alone convince him you’ll wash him.
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Heavy:
- LITERALLY SUFFOCATES YOU TO DEATH LIKE ENGINEER BUT MORE PAINFUL
- You’re half wondering if you’re actually going to die from this or break the tile wall. Heavy just stares down at your poor body — that you SWEAR is being mangled right now. “Little teddy bear is too small for Heavy.” He grumbles, shoving his body into you to see your panicked squeaks.
- It doesn’t help that he’s actually incredibly muscular. All of that isn’t fat. It’s pure. fucking. bear. He moves back a bit after getting his fill of enjoyment and you touch his chest with your hands for the first time. Realizing it was rock solid. How did you not notice this before?
- His soft monster-like breathing was calming and evened out your own. It was like you were washing a sleeping dragon. You’re slightly disappointed he’s not a huge werewolf. But regardless, he was calm very often and you weren’t. This closeness and intense heat from the shower was making you sleepy.
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Pyro:
- Literally refuses. good job trying to get them in. You have to be a SUPER trustworthy friend/partner of many years before you come to this point.
- Even then, after they take a shower they enjoy a nice hot bath to unwind. It’s incredibly relaxing to lay on their chubby belly and allow yourself to take in the heat. They like their bathes EXTREMELY hot by the way. Might as well be boiling themselves. Luckily it doesn’t seem to be killing you or causing third degree burns, so it’s not boiling.
- When you wash them, make sure to rub their belly. They’ll practically melt at the touch. Maybe even almost fall asleep. Don’t forget to slap their belly like a drum. Produces nice sound. You NEED to do this. This is a threat.
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Sniper:
- Yes, this man does shower regularly. Dear god. You people are degenerates. He is NOT smelly stinky. Professionals have standards.
- Gets extremely touchy feely with you. As you trace his chest scars he flinches for a second but then sighs. You explore his body whilst soaping him up. Every little part of him is free for touching. On his back are many, many scars from spies that the respawn machine didn’t quite heal. You touch those sensitive areas to test the waters (pun intended.) and he nearly takes a huge chunk out of your shoulder by almost biting you.
- But feeling your comforting touch.. And your fingers carefully gliding over the sensitive areas, he trusts you to treat them well. You are so close to him you can practically feel his breath on your face and smell his pleasant aftershave. “Goood..” He growls. He drags his compliment and his voice makes you shiver. It’s like your ears are orgasming.
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Medic:
- He is unbelievably stubborn at first, but the moment you try and respect his wishes and leave, he goes “WAIT.” Yeah, fucking figures. You get in the shower with him and he’s trying to be stoic and distant most of the time. He feels exposed and it’s making him feel conflicted. Medic is dominate, protective by nature due to his difficult past. He feels a need to be in control of this situation entirely.
- He gets grumpy when you insist on washing him and reverses the situation. Instead opting to take care of you instead. He’s no stranger to massages. (Please don’t ask him about the time he had to check people bare naked when he still had his medical license.) And he’s really experienced in knowing all the right places. Instructing you in an incredibly professional manner to turn around, lift an arm and whatnot.
- The moment he goes to your stomach, he says quietly “Did you know that all your intestines are moving around in there like a snake right now? Ohh.. I’d love to feel the texture of them.” He presses his hand on your lower half, sad that it isn’t possible without cutting you open. He hums contently as he feels around where your lungs and heart would be. Counting every single second you breathe in and out.
- For some reason you feel like you’re being examined and breathe deeper breaths on instinct. Which only furthers his pleasure. “I want to be close..” His voice is barely audible. You swear he’s whispering this repeatedly. “I want to be close, I want to be close.. I want to be close.” He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you to death like a plush doll. “I want to be close, I want to be close!” He’s beginning to sound a little frustrated. As if he wanted to be one with you in some way.
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Spy:
- He’s so used to sexual favors that he mistakes this as some sort of sexual intimacy at first. Taken aback when he realizes it’s just casual affection. He’s not used to people loving him for merely existing. He always has to be in somebody’s pants or he feels useless to said person.
- Refuses to take his mask off. It’s sopping wet. You look at his pitiful state with love in your eyes. He scoffs at you “Oh look, somebody who doesn’t have to hide their identity because they don’t have literal mafias, big name criminals, and government officials tailing them.. How very wonderful.” He’ll take it off for the hair wash but you have to close your eyes while doing it, otherwise he threatens to cut you. (Hah. Bullshit. He won’t.)
- Very quiet most of the time. Little speak. His touch is delicate and focused, rubbing your back as you wash his big chest. For somebody who folds like a piece of paper on the battlefield against enemy pyros, he’s certainly strong compared to you.
- You feel something gently poke at your back. Freezing in place, you eye the sliver object behind you. Low and behold there’s spy’s butterfly knife. He can’t seem to get intimate without pulling that thing out and doing casual knife play with you. No matter who you are to him; he’ll twirl the knife behind you on your skin. So delicate that he doesn’t pierce your skin at all. He does this often as a game of trust. Eager to see if you’ll shrink away or not. In fear of what he truly is. Weapons will always be a part of him.
#demoman x reader#heavy x reader#medic x reader#spy x reader#tf2 x reader#tf2 x you#pyro x reader#sniper x reader#team fortress 2#tf2
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hiii i love your writing!!! can you write something about yn telling jude she’s pregnant but they arent together (it was like a one night stand) and they haven’t been on speaking terms for a while
only one night
jude bellingham x f!reader
a/n: thank you for the request anon!! i hope you liked it, i didn't know how else to end it soo it ended with fluff. im also not going to school today or maybe even tomorrow beacuse im sick as hell and i had a test today, soo i can write moree😊 i kinda don't like this but ok😞
summary: the request😵💫
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y/n couldn't believe what was happening to her. she never thought that a one night stand could lead to this — she was pregnant with his baby. how did she know she was pregnant?
it had been a few weeks since their hook up and y/n hadn't been able to get in touch with him. she had been feeling sick and craving some strange food combinations, and her friends had started to notice. they were worried about her, wondering if she had some kind of food poisoning, beacuse nobody craves pickles and nutella with sprinkles.
how did she know its judes? well, jude was her first hook up after she broke up with her ex a few months ago. plus jude didn't use protection. why? he said theres no way she could get pregnant, and said he would need a bigger condom since they didn't make one for his size. obviously, they were both drunk. (and he was right.)
after several pregnancy tests, all showing positive results, she finally accepted the fact that she was carrying judes child. she had no idea how to get in touch with him, since their hook up ended awkwardly — him leaving in the morning without a message. but she knew she had to tell him somehow.
y/n spent days trying to figure out the best way to contact jude. she finally decided to text him, hoping he would respond. she could feel her heart beating fast as she typed out a simple 'hey'.
to her relief, jude responded quickly with a 'hi?' and a question mark. y/n mustered up the courage to tell him that she wanted to meet him at her house later that day. she nervously waited for his response, but he left her on seen.
'later that day' came. jude knocked on her door and y/n opened it with trembling hands. they both were unsure of what to say, but jude mustered up the courage to say hello and enter her house.
as they both sat down on the couch, y/n took a deep breath and told him the truth. jude's jaw dropped in shock and he stuttered, unable to believe what he was hearing.
y/n explained everything to him - how he was her first hook up since her long-term boyfriend, how he didn't use protection, and how she had taken 3 positive pregnancy tests. jude was speechless and didn't know how to respond.
in a mix of anger and frustration, jude exclaimed "what do you want me to do?i don't know what to say or do!"
y/n looked at him with a stressful face and replied, "i don't know either jude. keep it? I guess. i don't know.."
jude anger subsided as he realized the gravity of the situation. he looked at her and nodded, "okay.... okay, we'll.. keep it. but what about us?'
y/n didn't know the answer to that question. she didn't know what would happen to their relationship, or if they even had one. but they both knew that they had to work things out for the sake of their child.
the two sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in their own thoughts. y/n knew that this was a lot to take in for both of them.
y/n looked at him with a mix of emotions - gratitude, relief, and a hint of hope.
"listen...y/n i want you to know that im not mad you, but my self. if you're ready, im ready okay? this is.. our baby.. and we'll have to take care of it." he said, his voice soft and comforting,
"i know we haven't been talking since that night, but i promise to be there for you and the baby now." he uttered, his leg bouncing up and down.
she couldn't hold back the tears any longer. she had been scared and lost, but now she felt a glimmer of hope for the future. he hugged her tightly, and she hugged him back in return.
'"im sorry y/n. i should have been more careful. i never wanted to hurt you." jude said, pulling away from the hug and brushing her tears away
"t's okay jude. we both made mistakes. but, we'll make it work together somehow." y/n chuckled, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in judes embrace.
the two sat there for a while longer, talking about their future plans and how they would handle this unexpected pregnancy. jude promised to be there for every doctor's appointment, to help with anything she needed, and to be the best father he could be.
as they sat there, y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this one night stand that led to something much more meaningful.
she knew it wouldn't be easy, but she also knew that they would have to make it work. and as jude placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, she knew that they were in this together.
and as they talked and laughed, discussing baby names and nursery ideas, y/n couldn't help but feel hopeful for the future. they may have had a hook up that was supposed to be only for one night, but now they were having a new unexpected start,
a baby!
#football#jb5#jude#jude bellingham#bellingham#la liga#real madrid#soccer#england#jobe bellingham#jude bellingham x you#jude bellingham x reader#jobe
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Burrn! Japan vol. 23 Individual Interview Translation Notes
Kyo's favourite movies are those that leave a really bad aftertaste, which he just can't watch more than once or twice. Besides Holy Mountain, some of his highlights have been Pearl, MEN and Midsommar. Ideally, he'd love to replicate this in a live show: as a fan, you would be so shocked and blinded by tears that you couldn't even see Kyo. He thinks that Dir en grey is more and more working toward this kind of mission. Kyo would also love to perform in Las Vegas' SPHERE venue, with this type of overwhelming shock.
If he had to make a movie, it would also be one that leaves a bad aftertaste and which nobody could sanely watch more than twice, but since he would have to do multiple reviews as the director, it won't happen.
Kyo finally explained the focus on Uroboros more: he feels that Dir en grey was able to build something more from this point onward. The worldview started with Withering to death. too, but the base was set more firmly with Uroboros.
For Kyo, the inclusion of Oboro is what totally changes a setlist. He feels that it's a bottomless pit, like he's cutting deeper and deeper into a wound. For Die, The World of Mercy is the song that can make a whole difference in a setlist, because of the change of tempo in the middle.
Die described that when they try to compose songs, sometimes, after 25 years, they can have the impression that the melody's already been done before. But then, let's say Kyo adds his singing on top of it, and it goes through the filters of the other members too, and in the end, Die feels like: "Wow, it's something totally different now!"
Die doesn't usually work on melodies in his free time. The ideas come to him the most when there is a concrete release decided and deadlines, even if he doesn't like deadlines.
Regarding the upcoming European tour, Die reflects that Withering to death. was the first time that they toured in Europe, and in general they have never done "concept tours" overseas. He feels that the band will be able to do things in 2024 that they weren't able to do back then.
Apparently Dir en grey is thinking of celebrating the 30th anniversary since their formation!! And they are wondering whether to release the next album before that or around the same time.
Kaoru mentioned that at first, only Acro no Oka and Zan were supposed to be recorded with Yoshiki in LA, but when they arrived, it was decided to add Yurameki. About Acro no Oka, Yoshiki commented that it was a concern because of the lack of "collision of sounds", whereas Zan was a problem of collision of sounds.
In Yurameki, apparently they recorded some strings separately and overlapped them in post-production because Yoshiki asked Kaoru to play something in a specific way that was impossible, because the string couldn't be held down simultaneously. They figured: "No one will notice."
This European tour was supposed to happen in 2022 to coincide with the band's 25th anniversary.
Shinya would have preferred to sleep until 4PM on the day of this interview. He also appreciated that the songs of Phalaris were introduced in three segments/tours, because he had trouble memorizing the structure of the songs. It would have been impossible for him to play all of the album's songs at once live.
His favourite kind of ending is when the show doesn't end with a bang, but that it instead leaves a lingering worldview, which was accomplished with Kamuy. His favourite part is when the curtain was lowered in front of the stage as soon as Kamuy started. Ideally, he would always just walk off the stage without throwing drumsticks or anything.
For the first time, the rehearsal for Tour23 Phalaris Final –the scent of a peaceful death- was not just [rhythm section] then [whole band]. At Die's suggestion, they had rhythm first, then the four musicians, and finally the whole band rehearsed together.
Shinya was ecstatic that his composition, Yurameki, was chosen for the major debut and that it was produced with Yoshiki. Ever since then, he felt like he could die happy, and all the way up until now, Shinya has continually felt like he could be content to die at any moment.
For ten years now, Shinya has wished to record simple drum melodies. Also, he thinks that he will struggle to re-learn how to play the Uroboros songs.
Toshiya reveals that the imagery projected on the curtain in the opening (during Otogi) and ending (during Kamuy) of the shows in Tour23 Phalaris Final –the scent of a peaceful death- were generated by AI.
It seems that a lot of people have commented that going to see Dir en grey is more like a spectacle than seeing a rock band's live performance.
Toshiya was initially opposed to the idea of re-recording the three singles of their major debut. He feels that old songs are out of their hands, and some things about them belong to the listeners and their past experiences of it. In other words, he is worried that re-recording could destroy something about the memories associated to the songs. In his view, it's better for the creators to re-imagine the songs, like they have done with their remakes so far. At the same time, in retrospection, Toshiya is glad that they decided to do it, because it made him realize that a lot has changed in 25 years, but a lot also hasn't changed, with the band.
#Dir en grey#interview#translation#magazine#burrn#volume 23#Burrn! Japan#19990120#Kyo#Die#Kaoru#Shinya#Toshiya#scans#scan#live#tour23 Phalaris Final -the scent of a peaceful death-#Phalaris
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Buddie Hiatus Fic Recs - Day 1
Fics posted between May 15 - June 15
This is the first of probably 9 rec lists that I'm hoping to put out before the 911 premier! Each list will cover a month, starting with the day of the finale and wrapping up the day before the premier.
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wedding bells by renecdote / @renecdote
Gen | 1.9
In which Buck and Eddie plan a wedding.
You Should've Just Kissed Me by chronicallystendan / @chronicallystendan
Teen | 2.3k
Set after the Poker Date Night, Buck overhears Eddie talking about being set up on a date and wonders aloud why Eddie doesn't just explain that he's already in a relationship - with Buck.
let me see them tan lines by 42hrb
Teen | 2.8k
Four times the 118 notices Eddie Diaz's ring tan line and one time he was wearing a ring.
The Toothbrush Correlation by MidnightJen
Gen | 3.1k
‘A toothbrush?’ Hen repeated dubiously, eyebrows high and tone extremely dubious.
‘A toothbrush,’ Eddie confirmed.
The one where Buck has Celiac Disease by buddiefication (pumpkincreamcoldbrew) / @911onabc
Gen || 3.3k
Buck has celiac disease. He’s also in love with his best friend. His best friend who has a girlfriend. Somehow, these things keep colliding.
Love is stored in the kitchen by toomanybats / @buckstummy
Explicit | 3.6k
Eddie loses his mind on a Wednesday morning. The thing is that Buck has been around a lot more lately. Like a lot more. Like twenty four hours a day more, his whole apartment building is being fumigated, apparently. The problem is that it’s been like, two entire weeks, and Eddie is only a mere mortal.
take my hand (knot your fingers through mine) by rainbow_nerds, ransomdrysdale / @rainbow-nerdss
Teen | 4.1
what 6x18 could've been, pre-relationship
all i ever wanted was a life in your shape by tuckergreeen / @henwilsonmd
Gen | 4.3k
Pre-relationship | Buck buys a new couch, and a few other things that happen after the bridge collapse.
you'll feel the rush of it all by oklahoma / @malewifediaz
Explicit | 4.7k
Buck convinces Eddie to fuck him while they're on the clock at the station—even if it’s just the tip. To nobody's surprise, Eddie folds easily.
5k-10k
please don't take this feeling (if I wanted to, I'd be alright) by rowan_wood / @transboybuckley
Gen | 5.1k
Double Dates, getting together, love confessions
totally not interrupting. at all. by magicisrealforme
Gen | 5.2k
Maddie's bored and misses her brother so she decides to drop by. She didn't expect to see Eddie there.
ring the bells by thelikesofus / @the-likesofus
Gen | 5.3k
Buck starts frequenting a coffee shop near the firehouse in hopes of running into the beautiful man whose coffee he mistakenly drank.
mark me like a bloodstain by MonsterRae1 / @monsterrae1
Mature | 6k
In a universe were your soulmarks appear when your soulmate is badly injured, Buck think's his died, until his best friend gets shot in front of him and he finaly figures out it was Eddie all along.
not all of us are heroes (not all of us are brave) by withmeornotatall / @chronicowboy
Gen | 6k
buck and natalia break up, eddie decides to introduce his girlfriend to his son, christopher knows way too much, and the 118's wine night has never been quite so eventful
to feel the need of your touch by honestlydarkprincess / @honestlydarkprincess
Explicit | 7.5k
The one where Buck is touchstarved and desperate for Eddie. They fuck but it's also really sweet.
10k +
right in front of your eyes by rainbow_nerds / @rainbow-nerdss
Teen | 15.2k
Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.
very time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming) by withmeornotatall / @chronicowboy
Mature | 21.9k
buck gets reckless, eddie gets angry, they talk in all the wrong ways, and the universe decides to intervene
let's build this house (into a home, baby) by withmeornotatal / @chronicowboy
Explicit | 24k.4
Neighbours AU, slow burn, Different first meeting, getting together
i owe you a black eye and 2 kisses by colonoscopys / @colonoscopys
Explicit | 29.3k
Four weeks later, Buck completes his first mission. Ft Nurse Buck and Mob member Eddie
today i live for a single drop of you by Underhung_Aura / @eddiebabygirldiaz
Explicit | 38.9
Five times Buck dreams about sucking Eddie's cock and the one time he actually gets to do it.
let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts / @shitouttabuck
Explicit | 54.4k
a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realize—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along.
when it's you i'm with (everything goes quiet) by withoutthetiger / @rewritetheending
Explicit | 56.2k
Eddie can't speak after he and Christopher are in an accident, but somehow he asks Buck to stay while he recovers. Buck can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else, and even in the silence that lingers between them, they both find a way to say everything.
wishing to be the friction by ipretendtobesane / @useramor
Explicit | 97.2k
the straight eddie friends with benefits fic
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hello!! if you can and want, could you write some angst with steve x fem!reader in which reader feels insecure - in a way that she thinks she's annoying because she talks too much and sometimes too loud, and one day, steve has the party over for a movie night and one of the kids mention that she talks too much and she's too loud while steve goes into the kitchen for something (or to the bathroom, whatever). so from that moment on she tries to speak as little as possible until steve brings it up to her one day and comforts her about it.
i'm sorry if it's too specific, if you can't do it, it's alright! your writings are some of my favourites on tumblr!!! 🌼💗
you and steve never really had any major problems, little fights every now and then but it wasn’t big. you still loved each other, you completed each other
but sometimes, just sometimes, you’d wonder if you really did complete steve. moments like this would always come up, like you’d be play fighting with steve and you’d say “i’m gonna catch you!” a bit too loud
when that would happen, you’d quiet down, you’d be the same, just calmer and more quiet. steve never really notice it until one day, where it became way too clear for him not to.
you were with the party, everyone was wrapped around blankets, popcorn and snacks in hand as they watched the movie, steve was next to you, holding you close as you watched
“wait i don’t get it—how did all that happen when her boyfriend was just sleeping, he must’ve noticed, right?” you asked
“hm, don’t think so, it was outside so he couldn’t have heard it” steve explained
“ohh, yeah right” you said, steve then told you he was gonna go get more snacks from the kitchen
“that one’s my favorite” you pointed to the girl on the screen, you liked talking about the characters and movie overall
“oh my god” mike whined
“we get it, jesus” lucas said
“what the hell, guys?” dustin said
“im sorry dustin i cant take it anymore” mike said, “cant you go one minute without talking? it’s so annoying! we can barely hear the movie because of how loud you are!” mike rolled his eyes and dustin smacked him
“oh…i’m sorry” was all you said, you turned back to the movie and snuggled closer into your blanket, wishing you could hide under it forever. you wanted to disappear, to go away.
you zoned out as the scene kept replaying in your head, you knew it. you finally knew what they truly think of you, what they hate about you. and it was exactly what you hated about yourself
you felt steve sit next to you, making you snap back to reality
“got you your favorite” he smiled and gave you the bag, you slightly smiled and ate in silence
ever since that night, you barely spoke. when you’d visit steve, you’d just listen and nod when he’s speaking. only time you’d actually talk is when you had to give a verbal response.
even then, it was low and wasn’t the way you used to talk, it was worse when you were around the party, you wouldn’t utter a single sound. you thought nobody would notice, but steve did. very much.
steve was working robin’s shift, so it was just you and him, he called you earlier, asking if you could come over since he’s closing the store now, you muttered a small ‘mhm’ and went to the store, helping him close up
he was talking to you about one of the customers that came today, and how they’d taken so long to decide what movie they wanted
“can you believe it? 45 minutes just to pick ghostbusters, it’s not even that hard of a decision to make” he said as he put away the tapes, he looked to you and saw you nodding
“let’s go sit for a bit, take a little break” he said and you nodded again, he sat in front of you, holding your hand
he called your name, and you shook your head in question, “you know i love you, right?” he said and you nodded, “you know you can tell me anything, right?” and you nodded yet again
“did i do something?” he asked and you furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head, “talk to me” he said, his tone frustrated
“no” you shook your head
“then tell me what’s wrong” he asked and you stayed silent, “i know somethings wrong, please—tell me why are you acting this way?”
“what way—“
“are you serious?” he cut in, “you’ve barely said a word to me for the past few days, i know theres a reason—talk to me, please.”
you looked at him for a bit and looked down, “there’s nothing wrong, okay? just—some people finally decided be brave enough to tell me the truth”
“what truth? what people—“
“the truth is that im annoying!” you snapped, “that im annoying—and loud, and talkative. and im happy to hear it because they’re not wrong. they’re not! i should actually thank them for finally telling me what’s wrong with me.” you sighed
steve looked at you with such hurt in his eyes, “who said that?” he asked in a low voice
“why do you even care—”
“why do i even ca—are you—because it’s a lie! everything—they’re all lies! baby, who cares if you like to talk about things more than others do, who cares if you’re loud? you’re you and thats what matters, whoever said that is saying complete bullshit, and i don’t care about it. i just—“ he sighed and held your hand tighter, “i miss your voice, i miss the way you get excited about things, i miss the way you talk on and on and on, i miss you. i miss you, peach.”
a smile found its way on your face and you hugged him tight, “i love you, stevie” you said
“i love you too” he smiled, a feeling of comfort finally coming back to him, to hear you and have you in his arms again.
you two held onto each other for a bit before letting go, “now, you wanna tell me who in their right mind said that?”
#stranger things 4#stranger things x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington angst#stranger things fluff#steve harrington x plus sized reader#steve harrington x mayfield!reader#steve harrington x original character#steve harrington x henderson!reader#steve harrington x reader angst#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y:n#steve harrington x female!reader
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Hiiii can you do a pt 2 of you should date like maybe where reader and colby actually try dating but keep it a secret bc they just want it to themselves a but but a fan sees them together or smtg ??
You Should Date! (Part 2)
omg i'm sorry it's been like four months... i had to stop writing everything for awhile, so whenever i was writing i was only writing for my current fanfic. i finally am getting around to writing more things ago tho
colbybrock x f!reader
Summary: Colby and you decide to give dating a try after weeks of tension and subtle hints. The two of you agree to keep it a secret. That doesn’t stop you guys from doing fun things. You decide to go on a little cafe date, but the risk is too great. What happens when a fan spots you guys?
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“I’m just so lonely these days,” you sigh. You’re lying on Colby’s couch, complaining about your dating life. You’re trying to make it sound like you don’t have a massive crush on Colby. You think maybe if you act extremely desperate, he’ll cave and suddenly start liking you.
“Am I not enough for you?” Colby teases. You shake your head and groan.
“I’m talking about my lonely romantic life. Are you my boyfriend?” You ask, looking at Colby with a deadpan stare. His cheeks turn red, and he shrugs. “That’s what I thought.”
“I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on being single. I’m sure if you asked any guy out, they would say yes,” Colby explains, “Hell, I’d probably date you.”
“Yeah, right,” You laugh. Even the slight possibility of that happening makes your face heat up.
“Y/N, you are so fucking oblivious,” Colby huffs. He leans into you and grabs your chin, pulling your lips together. His lips are soft and push gently against yours. You both pull away from the kiss and look at each other awkwardly. Colby’s lips turn up into a smile. You touch your fingers to your lips, the feeling of Colby’s still lingering.
“Colby…” you mumble, “can I be honest with you?” He nods his head softly and brushes his hair out of his eyes. “I’ve liked you for a while. I thought that you’ve been messing with me. Were you actually flirting with me?”
“Y/N, I–,” Colby whispers. He doesn’t finish his sentence and stares at you silently. You tilt your head, confused. Colby smiles, puzzling you further. “I’ve been flirting with you for a year. I wonder how anything gets into that thick head of yours.”
You sigh and pout at him, “My head isn’t thick.”
“It took you until now to realize that I liked you,” Colby chuckles.
“You like me?”
“Of course I do,” Colby nods, caressing your cheek, “Will you be my girlfriend?” The sudden question makes your cheeks turn red. You fidget with your fingers and look down at Colby’s couch. Colby tilts your chin up with his hands, making you look into his eyes. His attention is too much, so you lean into his lips. You kiss him softly, trying to convey your feelings to his lips. You pull away, and he asks, “Is that a yes?” You smile, ruffling his hair.
“Colby, your fans are gonna think I’m some evil hoe taking you from them,” You blurt out, realizing the terms you just agreed to.
“That’s why we won’t tell anybody.”
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It’s been a few weeks since you and Colby started dating. You’ve been keeping in on the low, only telling Sam and a few other friends. Everyone’s been happy for you two. Today, you and Colby decided to go on a small cafe date. Nobody’s noticed your little dates. In reality, the new relationship hasn’t changed anything between you and Colby. Why would the fans notice?
Colby holds your hand subtly, just in case people are watching. You two walk into a small cafe that’s practically empty. Colby pulls out the chair for you, being the gentleman he is. He sits across from you.
“You look really pretty,” Colby compliments you. You smile and hide your blush with your hands. “You should wear that dress more often.” You nod, and he laughs at your quietness.
“What should I get? I know you come here a lot,” you say, switching the topic. Colby hands you the cafe’s menu. He points to a few things on the menu. Colby orders a sandwich and a coffee. You ordered a wrap and a latte that sounded nice. Another couple with a dog walks in. Your eyes glimmer at the sight of the pocket-sized puppy.
“Your dog is so cute,” you say to the couple. The couple smiles, walking over to you.
“Thank you! We just got him a week ago,” the woman responds.
“Ah, he’s so little,” you marvel, “Can I pet him?” The woman nods, and you pet the dog carefully. He wags his tail, and you smile brightly. “Thank you so much! Enjoy your lunch!” The couple waves, sitting down at a nearby table.
“You’re too cute, Y/N,” Colby teases, pinching your cheeks. You kick him lightly under the table as your cheeks turn pink. Your food arrives, and you guys eat happily. You take a sip of your latte and feel the foam coat your lips. You lick off the foam, and Colby laughs at you.
“What?”
Colby reaches forward and wipes his thumb across your upper lip. There’s white foam on his finger, and you laugh. He licks the foam off his finger with a smile.
“You’re so clumsy.” You shake your head. He nods. You reach across the table to kiss him. You peck his lips softly before sitting down again. Hopefully, no one saw.
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After your date, the two of you went home to watch a movie. You open your phone to find the internet in shambles.
COLBY BROCK, NEW GIRLFRIEND!!!
COLBY BROCK SECRETLY DATING HIS BEST FRIEND?!?!?!?!
Y/N AND COLBY BROCK CAUGHT KISSING IN PUBLIC!
You and Colby sigh before tossing your phones on the bed. “Shit,” Colby mutters.
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yandere ! dabi
requested by anon
prompts: “if you don’t kiss me i’ll slit your fucking throat.”
it started like any ordinary day.
you were sitting in an office room, ready for a job interview and completely unaware of the bank that was being robbed next building. and while you hadn’t seen him, he definitely saw you.
so fucking pretty in your little blouse and pencil skirt, he wanted to rip a hole into that pantyhose you wore and make you cry pretty tears for him. it started like this, with attraction and tight pants — he followed you home later, though he stayed in the dark of the shadows. for now.
dabi wouldn’t explain his sudden interest, shoved the nagging feeling to the back of his brain and countered with the fact you just had a sweet ass. and as he watched you for days on end and learned your routine, his obsession only grew. it wasn’t love he felt, but a need to possess you in every way possible. maybe it was a need to destroy your seemingly perfect life, to watch you crumble to the ground with nothing left.
one by one he picked off your friends, threatened to kill them and left burn marks where nobody would see — and you could only wonder why everyone suddenly stopped talking and hanging out. your weekends grew lonely and boring, and left an emptiness inside that you couldn’t explain.
it was one of those weekends when he finally decided to show himself, sprawled out on your couch like he owned the place while he listened to the shower running. he’d take you home tonight.
you couldn’t even scream when you saw him, it was like your brain went off and left you to face the danger on your own. you’ve seen him before, when they showed the news on tv and you were already certain this was how you’d die. they’d find you days later, burned to a crisp.
“took ya’ long enough.” his raspy voice reached your ears and you shook, knees feeling wobbly while you stared at him with wide eyes. when he stretched, and sauntered over to you like it was completely normal. a hand against the wall and trapping you there, you couldn’t even beg for your life.
the male chuckles, reaching out to tip your head up with the tip of a knife he’d stole from a certain blonde. “i’m not gonna kill ya. but you’d probably wish i did.” you’re not sure if he was serious or not but the threat alone was enough to keep you meek in his presence. he leans closer and you squeak, eyes squeezing shut instinctively and he relishes in the fear that radiates off of you.
his lips hover just short above yours, you can feel his breath fan over your cheeks — you can smell the faint scent of cigarettes and burnt flesh and it almost makes you want to puke.
“if you don’t kiss me i’ll slit your fucking throat.”
and the threat is enough to make you comply.
#yandere bnha#yandere mha#yandere dabi#yandere touya todoroki#yandere touya#yandere dabi x reader#yandere touya x reader#yandere x reader#prompt request#yandere requests#request
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𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 | 𝐤𝐬𝐧
synopsis ; you're definitely sunoo's number one photographer, said so even by himself. usually you're the first to be pointed out by him, but today he doesn't even spare you a glance before walking in his concert venue.
pairing ; guitarist!sunoo x femphotographer!reader
genre ; hurt/comfort, fluff, established rs, oneshot
disclaimer ; this is NOT an smau, i just included these two texts for context ^^ enjoy reading!
(click to expand pictures)
Hurriedly fishing your digital camera out of its pouch, you alight the bus and rush towards where hundreds, nearly thousands of people are congregating. There's a good mix of male and female fans, but they all have one thing in common - they're here to see your boyfriend perform.
Two teenage girls whisper behind hands to each other, barely concealing their excitement. You can feel their gazes burning your back alive as they try to subtly point at you, but it's no use for them. Before they can scurry off, you turn and wave at them.
As much as you would like to have your own meet and greet with Sunoo's fans, you slip past the blinding camera flashes, huge tripod set-ups and the bustling groups of fans to reach the front of the crowd. Hoping to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend before he makes it into the venue.
After apologising to several mildly annoyed fans, you finally stumble out of the crowd. And there, a little ways away, Sunoo turns to face you. Everyone around you starts to scream, when the artist begins to tug his guitar case from the back of the van.
While everyone marvels at the sight of Kim Sunoo right before their eyes, all you are looking at is the sticker you pasted on the back of his case. The signature he asked you to put, hidden next to the zipper. You wonder if everybody else sees it, too, or if it's a secret for you to keep.
Girlfriend privileges, you joke to yourself.
When Sunoo successfully heaves the case over his shoulder, a surprisingly loose grip on the sling, he turns back around to greet his fans.
Usually, his gaze scans the crowd to search for you. His eyes will visibly sparkle with an eagerness that can't be explained when they land on you. He'll grin to himself, do a tiny little wave of glee and continue walking to his destination.
However, this time, he seems either oddly sure that you're not around, or is plain ignoring your presence. Dramatically, like a scene in a movie or tv show, time seems to slow. Sunoo's eyes skip past you, moving with the crowd. And as the crowd moves with Sunoo and his bodyguards, the only barrier a few mere cones, you stand still.
You're fortunate that the strap connected to your camera is looped around your wrist when you drop the whole thing abruptly.
No. This can't be. You're not only Sunoo's girlfriend. You're his tip-top personal photographer. The highest HD qualities of him come from your digital Canon camera, and your camera only. You're not going to go home with an empty camera roll.
Relying on the hope that the security guards recognise you, you enter the area marked by the cones and dart after Sunoo.
"Yah!" You yell out, to nobody in particular as you enter the restricted zone in the stadium. It's a huge recreational area, off boundaries just for today's concert. Breaking through the crowd for the second time definitely stalled you for too long, because Sunoo is nowhere to be found in the empty room.
Across the dark, foot-ball field sized room, there's a staircase, leading to the backstage. You assume that's where Sunoo is, since he needs to rehearse with the two others in the band in about... you check your watch. About ten minutes.
You can hear Jungwon's voice trailing from the floor above, and that's what helps you make the decision to take the stairs up.
Why you decided to run, slip and fall at the first three steps of the staircase, however, you're not very sure. An agonising pain shoots up your ankle while your camera skids across the ground.
Letting out a hiss, you bring your hands to grab the base of your leg, willing the sharp pain away. Your head's a little dazed, but you can recognise Riki as he rushes down the stairs upon hearing the loud crash.
"Y/n!" He exclaims, doing a 360 to see if Sunoo's nearby. "What did you do? Are you okay?"
"No, not really," you wince a little sarcastically, trying not to break face in front of Sunoo's bandmate, who has assigned you as his punching bag of teasing remarks. Riki rolls his eyes and straightens up to call your boyfriend over.
"Sunoo! Your girlfriend's injured!"
Your eyes squeezed shut to block out the pain, you don't notice when Sunoo flies down the stairs and materialises right next to you after a few minutes pass.
"Hey, y/n, what did you do to yourself?" He presses an ice pack against your right ankle in lieu of your hands gripping it desperately.
"It's okay, I think it's just sprained," Riki sighs and continues unhelpfully, "you're such a bad boyfriend. I was the first one down here."
"Yah!" Sunoo glares his way. "You took one look at her and didn't know what to do and called me!"
"I'm joking, hyung," Riki raises his hands in a surrendering motion, the laid-back grin on his face never dissipating. With that, he spins on his heel and walks back up the stairs, leaving you and Sunoo in silence.
When you can't take the chilling quietness anymore, you blurt, "what did I do?"
You're prone to overthinking, yes, but there must be a reason warranting why Sunoo refused to acknowledge you there outside the venue.
"What did you do?" Sunoo echoes in confusion, tilting his head and adjusting the ice pack on your ankle. "What do you mean?"
"Did you not see me earlier?" you hiccup, and it hasn't even occurred to you that you're crying. The ice is doing little to numb the pain, and with Sunoo acting so off, you're not sure how to feel okay. "You didn't greet me, didn't wave. You just walked away."
"Y/n," Sunoo laughs, "I really, truly, didn't know you were there." He whips his phone out of his pocket and opens your chat, continuing to chuckle quietly to himself. "I'm so sorry I didn't see your texts. I had already reached the venue and had no idea you were there too. I assumed you were going to be late."
Your voice cracks embarrassingly when you say, "you could have at least tried," before shoving his shoulder gently.
"I'm sorry, baby," he murmurs, half-amused. He does not sound sorry at all. But then he leans back, pouts, and then kisses the top of your head. "I'll let you get even better resolution pictures, okay?"
Although Sunoo's interpretation of what an apology is... may be a little warped, he's still your boyfriend, and the show must go on. As promised, when you take your front row seats next to both Jungwon's and Riki's respective plus ones, you take the best, most satisfactory pictures you've ever taken.
you're just the best at photography aren't you 🥰
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Mortem Obire
Pairings: Hannigram x reader x Collectkin
Warnings: gore, violence, bad language, sex (non/dub-con), throat fucking, vomiting, Asa, 18+
Category: Angst, fluff, smut
Word Count: 8.4k
Summary: Death is always the hardest to face.
The Four Faces of Death Masterlist
You could run away if you tried but with nobody around you knew running would only land you with knives in your back. Asa caught your attention and shook his head as if he could read your thoughts. Will gently rubbed your shoulder as you stared down Asa. He simply smirked and continued to help Arkin load the plane while Hannibal talked to the pilot.
During dinner Hannibal had explained that he would be moving everyone to Florence so that you all could start over. Now even then you probably could have put up a fight, maybe you could have screamed at them until he decided something differently or until Dr. Emory, or Asa as he’s demanded you call him, decided to knock you out.
You knew that the only way you'd get away from them was if you killed them all, something you definitely couldn't do. At least maybe not now so it was just easier for you to give in.
Instead the only fight you put up was that Will got to bring his dogs. You wailed and screamed until they untied your arms and you got to make your demand to Hannibal. When Will understood what you asked he too put his foot down. Once Hannibal agreed you finished dinner like it was a regular night.
You were pulled from your thoughts when Asa held out the bowl of meatballs to you. Hannibal’s condition for bringing the dogs was that they’d be asleep during the flight so he cooked up meatballs that had sleeping drugs inside. You took the bowl and happily passed them out to Will’s dogs and Asa’s two. Once they all had their meatball and a quick ear scratch, you turned to give Asa the bowl back but he slammed you against the plane. The grip on your throat was so tight you wheezed with every breath, he pressed his body against yours and chuckled in your ear. Instead of pulling out a knife like you expected he grinned as he brought a meatball to your lips.
“You’re going to take a nice nap on the trip.”
Eating it was far easier than fighting so you opened your mouth, besides sleeping through the entire trip would definitely be better. He kept you pinned as you ate the meatball and didn't let you up until he inspected your mouth. When he shoved his fingers all the way to the back of your throat you knew he wasn't just doing it to check if you ate it.
When he was finally satisfied after making you gag a third time he roughly shoved you to Arkin who guided you on to the plane. Hannibal was apparently still talking to the pilot but Will already was sitting down and was waiting for you. He seemed to know about the drugged meatball as well because he had a blanket and pillow sitting in what was apparently your seat.
Arkin stood in front of you until you got into a comfortable sleeping position which was laying halfway across Will’s lap. He praised you for being so good as he laid the blanket over you. The drug began to work almost as instantly as you relaxed. Soon enough it was too hard to keep your eyes open and you just fell asleep.
When you woke up the sun was shining through the open curtains. You were snuggled against someone, from the amount of scars you could feel you assumed it was Arkin. You didn't have your clothes on anymore, instead in pajamas you didn't recognize.
The curtains fluttered in the wind and you sat up to look around. The room was beautiful, it had a warm golden color scheme that felt like something out of a movie. The bed was soft and large, far larger than Hannibal's old bed. Arkin laid next to you, seemingly still asleep. He was shirtless and the golden morning sun made his pale scars stand out. You gently traced the ones on Arkin’s chest and wondered what Asa had done to him.
A wild scream tore through the silence of the house. Arkin grabbed your arm and pulled you back down on the bed. He held you against him as someone suddenly came through the door.
“Still sleeping?”
Arkin nodded and kept you from turning your head. You could tell it was Asa by his voice and wanted to see what he was doing but obviously Arkin was trying to sell that you weren't awake yet. He seemed to know what he was doing so you just went limp against him and evened out your breathing.
“What happened?”
“Nothing yet really, the specimen has a good set of vocal cords on her, I'm thinking about tearing them out. She's been a pain in the ass,” he spat the last sentence with so much venom you nearly flinched.
“I'll be down to help in a bit. I want to make sure they actually wake up first.”
Asa didn't say anything and you listened to the sound of his heavy boots as he left the room. Once he left Arkin gently brushed the stitches on your thigh, whispered a quick apology and got up, probably to go help Asa with his “specimen.” While he got dressed you left the room, wanting to explore the house. You just hoped you didn't run into the specimen, although you guessed Asa had that hidden away.
The entire house seemed to have the same golden sunlight theme that made it feel warm, especially paired with the morning glow. You walked down the hallway and noticed a few more rooms, all of them were decorated differently. Two were offices, you could tell which one was Asa’s because of all the insects plastered all over his wall. You assumed the other office was Hannibal's. There were two more rooms but you didn't care to check them.
You made a quick stop at the bathroom before going downstairs. Will’s dogs were all waiting at the bottom and you sat down on the last step so you could pet them. Arkin came pounding down the steps and breezed past you with a quick pat on the head.
The dogs followed behind him and so did you but the smell of the kitchen caught your attention so you turned around to head that direction. The kitchen definitely had a fancy, culinary look but it fit well with the house. Hannibal was standing over the stove cooking something. He grinned when he saw you.
“Good morning, you slept for a long time.”
You gave him a dead look, he said that he wasn't the one who made the damn meatball. He chuckled and asked if you'd like to help. Exploring the house more was your only mission so you shook your head and left the kitchen. You found a large dining room that had the same fancy style of Hannibal’s old house. There were all kinds of incredible decorations, you stayed in the room to look at all of them.
Eventually you left and found an open set of double doors that led to another room with a back wall of windows. There was a small set of concrete stairs leading down and you could see all the dogs laid out in the sun streaming through the large windows. You also found Will sitting at one of the couches watching something on the TV. You padded down the steps and joined him on the couch.
“Good morning,” he lifted his arm so you could lean against his side. “The dogs have been waiting for you.”
And if on cue Winston hopped up on the couch and laid down next to you, followed by one of Asa's dogs. You leaned down to pet Max and Jack as they came to lay down by Will’s feet. The others didn't care to move. You decided to stay with Will because you've already seen every part of the house you needed to. The lullaby from the TV had you in a daze, and you drifted off to sleep again.
“Hannibal finished breakfast,” Will shook you awake and helped you stand. You were still sleepy as he pulled you up and led you to the table in the dining room.
You let him sit you down and did your best to fully wake up as Hannibal, Arkin, and Asa came to the table. There were tons of different foods and Hannibal asked what you'd like to drink. It took a bit of prodding to get you to choose but eventually you did and he brought you both your drink and plate while Asa talked about how Hannibal had been able to find them jobs at a university.
“There's an opening for you too,” Asa looked at Will as Hannibal continued to hand out plates of breakfast.
You began to eat since the conversation didn't concern you and you realized that one of the dogs had slipped in and crawled under your chair. You grinned as his nose bumped your leg. You broke off a piece of sausage and slipped it down to the dog. From the feeling of his fur you assumed it was Harley.
“No, I got a slot at the farmer's market up the road, I'm gonna sell our produce and some fish I catch from the river,” Will responded and you wondered how they had put together a life over here so quickly.
“Arkin will be here to help you with that then,” Asa looked over at you. “You aren't allowed beyond the fenceline unless one of us is with you. Understand?”
You nodded your head and did your best to not draw attention to the way you were about to toss the sausage piece down to Harley. Asa went back to eating so you quickly dropped the food down and went back to feeding yourself as well.
Once you finished breakfast you excused yourself and went back to the room with the windows which, according to Hannibal, is called sunroom. There was a large bookshelf against the wall, it was stocked full of books, records, all kinds of string and thread, fishing and gardening equipment. There was also stuff that looked like a bug hunting kit, you assumed it was Asa’s. There were even a couple board and card games.
You pulled a book off the shelf and curled yourself up in one of the chairs. One of Asa’s dogs hopped up there with you and laid down against your legs. You could tell from her collar she was the one laid with you and Winston earlier. You gently ran your fingers through her fur as you read. The book was so entertaining that you didn't notice how much time had passed until you were nearly finished with it and Will came to grab you for lunch. He walked you to the kitchen before disappearing off to somewhere in the house.
Lunch was simple, something that completely threw you off, Hannibal had set out all the ingredients for everyone to make their own sandwich. Asa was already there making his along with Arkin. You wanted to ask him about his dogs' names but had he made it clear he wasn't going to communicate with you through sign. He caught you looking and asked what you wanted.
You sighed, fought back the gag that crept up your throat and took a deep breath, “I want to know your dog's names….please.”
He grinned as your voice shook, you hated the way he looked at you. Every time you talked he got this chilling look in his eyes. You could talk perfectly fine if you wanted to, the cut didn't change anything about your tongue, silence just always felt safer. Now, talking felt like you were giving into him but you just really wanted to know their names.
“Arachne is the girl and Wasp is the boy. Arkin helped me name them.”
You just nodded as you began to make your sandwich. There were so many options and you knew that the dogs would probably love most of it. So you put all the condiments you wanted on the side and stacked your sandwich full of everything. Asa watched you with a grin but not a warm one.
“Arachne likes pickles, Wasp likes ham with his turkey,” Arkin commented as he walked off with his sandwich. You watched him open a hidden door in the back of the kitchen and walk down the stairs. That's probably where Asa was holding his collection. Your stomach twisted at the thought of how quickly he was able to start that again.
Asa snapped to grab your attention, “Don't feed them too much but you can give them snacks during lunch.”
He took his plate and left through the same door Arkin did. You threw a few more things on your plate before going back to the sun room so you could eat lunch with the dogs. As Arkin said, Arachne chomped up every pickle you gave her and Wasp did refuse the turkey until you wrapped it up with a slice of ham. It was kind of shocking how spoiled they were. Will’s dogs however had no care and ate everything you gave them.
Nobody else came into the sun room for the rest of the day. So you spent the time lounging around with the dogs, reading, watching TV and wondering if this was gonna be the rest of your life. When Hannibal found you laid out on the ground with the dogs he promised you that you'd have things to do tomorrow. He seemed to understand your boredom.
Dinner was nothing crazy, just a really tasty pasta dish and Hannibal once again promised you that tomorrow would be different because he and Asa were starting work so the house would be kicking into motion. Will and Arkin chimed in and promised they had things planned to do with you. You didn't contribute to the rest of the conversation and just ate your dinner.
As Arkin and Asa washed dishes, Will taught you how to make the dog's food. You could feel the way Asa stared you down as you chopped the ingredients. The only time he looked away was when Will asked him to get the meat. He went down through the same door he did after lunch and came back with a bag of suspicious looking meat. You couldn't watch as Will chopped it up.
When it was made, Will and Asa showed you how to distribute the food. As soon as you sat the last bowl down, Asa grabbed your arm and dragged you upstairs to his office. He sat down in his chair and pulled you onto his lap. He didn't say anything, just began typing away on his computer, something for the university you assumed. You just sat there. It was probably safer not to argue with him about it and besides you had nothing to do. The sound of his typing eventually lulled you to sleep on his lap.
You woke up to the sound of Hannibal and Asa getting ready for work. It was only you and Will left in the bed, he seemed to be reading something on his iPad while he stroked your back. He poked your nose once he noticed you were awake. You scooted up closer to him and he immediately planted a kiss on your forehead. He scattered kisses all over your face as you giggled.
For a moment he paused and looked at you then pressed his lips against yours. You were shocked but kissed him back immediately. Never would you deny your attraction for Will and while you didn't expect it, you'd also never turn him down. He held you closer to him as he kissed you with more eagerness. It was so intoxicating you didn't even notice you weren't breathing until he broke the kiss to get a breath. You sighed as he kissed your neck, the feeling of his beard against your skin made you shiver.
“Mm could I have some good morning kisses?”
You gasped as Hannibal came through the door, Will just grinned and laid back down. Hannibal was already dressed and holding a tray of food you assumed was for you and Will. He raised his eyebrows at you, like he was expecting you to answer. You nodded and he passed the tray to Will as you sat up. He brought his face closer but not all the way so you leaned up and pressed your lips to him. He caught you before you could pull away and kissed you more. Hannibal was much slower and passionate about kissing compared to Will’s deep and eager style. Hannibal held your face as he gently kissed you again and again.
“Enjoy the day my loves,” he gave you another quick kiss before leaning down to kiss Will goodbye too. He grabbed his jacket and left.
Everything had happened so fast and the unexpecting kissing left your head feeling fuzzy. They acted like kissing was something you all did everyday. You stayed frozen and wondered what the dynamic between you and them was going to be like, obviously it was changing.
“Go get Arkin up for breakfast,” Will patted your thigh to get your attention. “He's down the hall in his and Asa’s room.”
You climbed out the bed and went to the end of the hall. Their door was slightly cracked but you were too scared to enter so you just knocked on the door. Before you could finish knocking Asa swung the door open and left, he walked past you like you weren't there. You stood and watched him leave as you waited at the door.
“You can come in, baby.”
Arkin was sitting up in bed when you stepped into the room. He looked like he'd been attacked, his hair was disheveled and his shirt looked like it had been ripped open. There were dark hickies covering his chest and neck. He smirked as you stared at them.
“It’s his form of marking, a way to let you know you're his,” Arkin caught your attention when he spoke. “When he marks you, he's separated the line between lust and love. Just be careful though…you'll never expect it when he finally gets you!”
He growled and sprang from the bed. You screamed and ran as he playfully chased you out down the hall. He chased you all the way back to Will and Hannibal's room and you jumped on to the bed to hide behind Will. Arkin burst through the door with a loud roar. You giggled and screamed as he pretended to be a bear. He caught your ankle and pulled you away from Will.
When the dogs started barking and howling downstairs, Will settled you both down. You climbed into bed and went back to your spot next to Will. Arkin sat next to you as Will set up the tray for breakfast.
Arkin flipped through the TV channels as Will spread the jam on your toast. You wanted to do it but Will insisted that he do it. Arkin suddenly squeezed your side and you squealed. You noticed how all of them would constantly do things to get a sound out of you. The constant ticking, poking, smacking, and scaring you gave it away. They didn't really hide it either but you also didn't understand why they had such an obsession with hearing you. Arkin tried to tickle you but you screamed and pushed his hands away.
Once you all stopped fooling around and finished your breakfast, Will insisted that everyone go with him to the lake and you rushed to get dressed. Majority of your wardrobe had just become the others’ clothes so you slid on a shirt of Arkin's and a pair of shorts you found. Will had you wear his fishing vest and found a hat for you too. He apparently planned to teach you how to fish.
You and Will met Arkin and the dogs in the sun room. It took awhile to gather all the gear and it didn't help that Buster and Ellie got tangled in some loose string. You giggled as Will freed the dogs and handed you the string. When everything was finally packed and the dogs were all calm, Arkin led everyone outside.
This was the first time you had actually seen the entirety of the back yard. It was beyond the size of any backyard you've seen. You didn't even know there was a pool. There was a huge garden full of vegetables and fruits. Will pointed out the chicken coop to you and Arkin. The garden was Will’s but the chickens were Hannibal's. You giggled at the thought of Hannibal taking care of the chickens. He didn't really look like an animal person, not even if it was for meat.
The stream was far from the house and there wasn't an easy path to get there. There were tons of rocks in the dirt and in the grass the tree roots stuck out in ways that would kind of catch your foot, even if you were staring at the ground.
At some point of it Arkin put you in front for some reason like you knew where to go and you accidentally tripped over a tree root that was right in front of you. You didn't even have a chance to save yourself and pain tore through your knee.
In an instant, you were surrounded by the dogs and Will helped you sit up. It didn't look bad until Arkin wiped away the muck and dirt. The blood just started rushing from the large hunk of skin the roots and rocks ripped away. He began looking for something to cover it and eventually used his shirt. Arachne barked in his face as he ripped up his shirt.
“I'm fixing it so I don't know why you're yelling at me,” he snapped back at her as he wrapped a shirt piece around your knee.
You giggled as she continued to bark at him. This time it sounded more like she was arguing back with him.
“If you have such a problem you do it!”
She sniffed the makeshift bandage and yawned. You laughed through your tears as Arkin pushed her away from you. He picked you up and began to walk back towards the house. Will began to follow but you shook your head.
“We have to patch you up,” he sounded confused and both he and Arkin stopped so you could “talk.” You wiggled in Arkin’s arms until he put you down.
It took an insane amount of back and forth but after a while you convinced Will to go fish. He needed some to sell tomorrow and you knew Arkin would be able to handle it. When he began to walk away you yelled and threw your arms out towards him. He turned around expecting a hug but you grabbed his face and pulled him into a quick kiss. You pushed him away as he leaned in for another.
Arkin picked you up again as you tried your best not to laugh at the pout in Will’s face. You waved him off towards the river and blew him a kiss as Arkin began to carry you back towards the house. All the dogs except for Asa’s two followed Will.
“Why haven't I gotten a kiss from you?”
Arkin's question confused you. He never displayed signs of really liking you. Besides kissing was a new thing between you and Will. Hell, you weren't even sure what gave you the courage to kiss him just then.You certainly didn't know where the courage came from when you kissed Arkin too.
Unlike Will and Hannibal who took control of the kiss, Arkin let you control it. At first it was just meant to be one kiss but the feeling of his lips against yours and his stubble scraping against your skin was addicting. You were so sucked into the moment that if he hadn't broken the kiss you probably would have kissed him until your mouth was raw. He didn't say anything, just gave you a grin and continued walking back to the house.
When you got back to the house you expected him to just set you down in the sun room but he didn't. He didn't put you down in the dining room or kitchen either. Your stomach dropped when you realized he was going to take you downstairs. For a moment you tried to wiggle out of his arms as panic began to seize you but when he pinched the skin of your torn knee you screamed and stopped fighting him.
The stairs led down into an open room with nothing but a large black couch that the dogs wasted no time hopping onto and a coffee table to match. It would have looked like a regular lounge room if it wasn’t for the other side of the wall lined with a row of metal tables that resembled the autopsy tables they used in the crime shows that came on TV. There was a short hallway that led to a bunch of rooms. He sat you down on one of the tables and you gagged at the sight of the still wet blood that covered the table next to you. Arkin grabbed your face and moved it so you faced him.
“You don’t need to worry about what’s over there.”
You nodded and watched him as he took off the shirt pieces, he poked around in the wound for a bit. It wasn’t painful, it was just really weird to watch him prod at a piece of your torn flesh and touch what you assumed was muscle. There were a couple small pieces of your skin that weren't fully ripped off and they just kind of awkwardly hung there. Arkin walked off to get some things and you kept your eyes focused on him. There was no telling what you’d find down here and you didn’t wanna test it.
When he came back he sprayed your knee a couple times, for a moment it felt like he lit your knee on fire. You didn’t mean to but the unexpected pain caused you to kick your legs out, accidentally landing a hard kick to Arkin’s stomach. He doubled over and you gasped.
“‘m sorry,” you tried to say it quietly in case it had made him mad but he just stood back up and pecked your lips.
“It’s okay.”
He continued on and cut off the awkward strands of flesh and then wrapped it properly. It didn’t take long and thankfully the bandage wasn’t uncomfortable, just made it harder to bend your knee. You expected him to let you walk back upstairs but he picked you up and carried you back to the sun room. He didn’t let you go when he got to the room. Instead he sat down in the chair and sat you up between his legs with your back against his chest. The moment he reclined the chair back both Wasp and Arachne hopped in there too.
Wasp curled up between your legs but Arachne squished herself between the arm of the chair and your body. You loved how attached to your side she had become, her protectiveness of you was unquestionable. The moment you touched her she let out a deep sigh, like she had been waiting for you to pet her. You grinned and began to pet her as Arkin flipped through the channels until he found some random movie playing.
It was surprisingly more entertaining than what you thought it was going to be. You had gotten so into the movie you didn't even realize that Arkin had his hands between your legs until you heard the sound of your zipper coming undone. For a moment you considered grabbing his arm and stopping him but when he finally touched you the thought disappeared from your mind. Your back arched and you lifted your hips against his hand. He chuckled and forced you back down.
“Stay still or I'll stop.”
You nodded your head and he went back to pleasuring you. He was going so slow and you gripped the arms of the chair as you desperately tried not to move. A whine crept up your throat as he slowed down even more. You could feel his grin against your neck.
“I'll go faster if you can tell me how good it feels,” he ground his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he was.
“It…it feels good,” your voice was quiet and he could hear the hesitance in your voice.
He kissed your neck and started to move his hand faster. As he continued with a bit more speed you let out a moan and lifted your hips again. You completely forgot about his no movement rule until he pulled his hand out of your shorts.
“No please,” you couldn't stop yourself as he zipped up your shorts.
“Sorry baby, I told you not to move.”
You whined and he scrolled through the channels until he found another movie. It was painfully obvious that even if you begged he didn't plan on continuing. With no other choice you sighed and did your best to get comfortable despite the throbbing between your legs.
The sky was beginning to grow dark when Will finally came back. You and Arkin had watched a total of seven movies and you were now flopped sideways across his lap so your legs hung off the arm of the chair.
He held up his cooler with a big grin, “The river is incredible. I got more than enough to sell and keep.”
As he pulled off his hat the front door opened and all the dogs took off to greet Asa and Hannibal. Arkin helped you out of the chair and you followed Will to the kitchen. You gasped at the amount of fish that he dumped into the sink. He grinned at you before he walked off.
“What happened to your leg darling,” Hannibal asked as he entered the kitchen.
He knelt down to inspect the bandage as you explained what happened. The way he looked up at you made your stomach flip and your hands shook a bit as you signed to him. He kissed the bandage before he stood up.
“Let's try not to let that happen again,” he glanced over at the sink and sighed. “Will, please.”
Will laughed as he came back with a knife, “I'll clean it don't worry.”
Hannibal simply shook his head and left. Will helped you up on the counter top and you watched as Will skinned and cleaned the fish. When Hannibal came back, he and Will began to make dinner. You stayed on the counter as they cooked and every time Will passed you he squeezed your thigh.
Asa and Arkin passed through the kitchen on their way to the basement. Asa stopped to look at your bandage but he didn't say anything, just patted your leg and continued on. While everyone suddenly got more affectionate, Asa seemed to be getting more distant. You didn't pay no mind to it though, your gut told you that this was the calm before the storm.
“Fish for dinner,” Arkin gave Will a questioning look. “And you're cooking?”
“Yes, Hannibal is making dessert.”
Arkin threw you a suspicious look and you couldn't help but laugh.
Dinner turned out great, which caused Arkin to throw you another suspicious look. You yet again couldn't help but laugh. Will pouted a bit when you laughed so you took an extra serving to make him feel better. When Hannibal brought out the dessert he made you tried to decline but Asa demanded that you eat it. It was cake and you couldn't deny that nearly every bite was better than the last but it was weighing heavy on your already full stomach.
After dinner Asa and Arkin washed dishes as you helped Will make the food. You could tell this was going to be the nightly dynamic. Will asked Asa to get the meat again and this time the bag he brought back had an ear in it. A sick feeling settled in your stomach but you didn't say anything. There was a good chance if you did your ear would probably end up in the bag.
It didn't take you long to realize that you were eating people. The jokes Hannibal made weren't too well hidden but as sick as it was, his food tasted good. Plus in this house making a complaint about it would do absolutely nothing. Living with them was all about picking your battles and cannibalism wasn't the battle you really wanted to fight.
You fed the dogs and Asa brought you upstairs to his office again. This time he didn't drag you but let you follow him. You whined, each step only made your stomach hurt worse. He stood at the top and waited for you.
“You shouldn't have eaten so much,” he grumbled once you got to the top.
“I didn't want to. You made me eat dessert,” you snapped. You really didn't want to speak to him but he got on your nerves with the remark.
He grabbed your throat and pulled your face closer to his, “I find it interesting how you only know how to speak when you're talking back.”
You gasped when he let you go and rubbed your throat. He pulled you into his office and on to his lap. Boredom seemed to be his favorite torture method because truly it was mind melting have to sit there as he just typed on his computer. It didn't take very long for the boredom to get to you.
The only thing you could see from your angle was the shelves of insects Asa had in his office. He had a large spider that you could clearly watch as it moved. With nothing else to entertain your attention you just watched his bugs move, although you enjoyed the tarantula the most. It's slow movements and Asa's typing had you falling in and out of sleep.
When you opened your eyes again you were still in the room but it was cold and quiet. The lights were off and Asa was gone. You groaned as you left the chair and limped over to check the spider. It was hidden and none of the other insects were moving so you left.
Arkin was asleep in his bed and you could see Hannibal in his office. Will was nowhere to be found and the clock in the hall told you it was three a.m. The dogs were all asleep in the sun room, the kitchen and dining room were empty which left the basement. Going down there wouldn't be a good idea, even if Will did happen to be down there. Instead you turned around and decided that going upstairs was the only thing you'd be doing.
You froze at the sound of a muffled groan. Another louder groan followed and you faced the door again. Curiosity was getting the best of you, this time the groans were getting faster and faster. Before you could talk yourself out of it you grabbed the handle and opened the door.
A small bell was attached to the inside handle, the high pitched ring of the bell cut through the groans. In an instant everything fell silent. Dread ran through your body, you were caught.
“Come down here,” Asa's voice was low, you could hear the anger hidden in his words.
You took a deep breath and began to limp down the stairs. Every cell in your body begged you to run but years of running taught you that you'd only be prolonging the inevitable. Midway down the stairs Asa began to come into view. He was slouched on the couch with Will still kneeling between his legs. While Asa’s noises stopped, Will didn't. You stopped at the bottom step and watched the way he bobbed his head up and down.
Asa stared at you as he held Will’s head down. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like the room was vibrating. A sick grin grew on Asa’s face as Will began to gag. When Will began to shake Asa let him up. As Will gasped for air Asa beckoned you with his finger.
The vibrations turned into tingling as you stepped forward. As you limped over there Will gave you a quick smile, which did help you feel a bit safer. Before you were even fully in front of Asa he kicked your leg behind you causing you to fall onto your injured leg. Pain shot through your entire body. The right side of your face felt completely numb and your entire peripheral vision was black.
He leaned forward and grabbed the back of your head before pulling you closer. Your ears rang as your knee was dragged against the ground. The pain left you submissive as he maneuvered you around until you were in a position to his liking. When he tapped your lips you instinctively opened your mouth. As the pain subsided and your vision cleared up you could see Will move to behind you. He pulled your arms against your back and placed his other hand under your jaw.
“Stay relaxed, if you fight it gets worse,” Will's words didn't help you relax and as Asa brought his cock head to your lips your initial panic swept back like a wave.
He gently slid his length between your lips until he reached the back of your throat. You gagged a bit but he pulled back and let you breathe again. His gentleness was unexpected and it made your stomach tingle with suspicion. He pushed his length into your mouth again and this time Will helped you set a steady pace as wrapped your lips around his cock.
The sound of his groans went right between your legs. He leaned his head back and Will pushed your head down harder, forcing you to take Asa all the way to the back of your throat. You gagged a bit but was able to get it under control.
“Fuck,” Asa cursed and grabbed your head.
Will held you tighter to keep you still as Asa began to thrust into your mouth. For a moment it was tolerable but even as you gagged he didn't slow his pace. You fought to breathe as panic gripped your chest. The second gag felt like something was coming up with it but Asa still didn't slow.
When you gagged a third time he pushed your head off him. The vomit rushed up your throat so fast you didn't get a chance to breathe. Will turned your head so you could throw up on the floor rather than Asa. You groaned and whined once you finished vomiting.
“It gets easier,” Will rubbed your back as you spit out the last bit of offending saliva.
Asa didn't say anything, just pulled you back to face him. You opened your mouth again and took his cock down your throat. Like Will said it did get easier and you were able to handle Asa’s bruising pace for a bit longer before you began gagging again. This time when you gagged Asa held your head down against him until your nose was pressed against his skin.
He groaned and rocked his hips against your face, causing you to gag even harder. You cried and dug your nails into his thigh as his rocking became rougher. You choked as he suddenly came down your throat with a deep guttural moan. When he finished he pushed your head off and Will helped you move as your stomach forced everything up.
“Good job, let it all up,” Will continued to rub your back as you threw up Asa's cum and the rest of dinner you hadn't gotten up yet. “You did incredible.”
“Go get them cleaned up,” Asa’s voice cut through Will’s praise. His belt buckled clinked against the button of his pants as he tucked himself away.
Will helped you stand, the pain of your knee made it a bit hard but eventually he was able to help you up onto your feet. Asa said nothing else, just watched you two hobble up the stairs and out of the basement. Arachne met you both at the top of the stairs, you gave her a quick scratch before Will picked you up and shooed her away. As she trotted back off to the sun room Will carried you upstairs to the bathroom.
“Would you like to shower with me and Hannibal?”
The question took you back for a second but you nodded and Will left, to get Hannibal you assumed. You groaned at the sight of your now blood soaked bandage.
“We'll fix that after our shower, darling. For now let's get you undressed,” Hannibal startled you a bit as he suddenly came into the bathroom.
Will held you steady as Hannibal helped you out of your shorts. He sighed at the state of your bandage as you pulled off the rest of your clothes. You stepped into the shower as they got undressed. Hannibal pulled off Will’s shirt and revealed the dark hickeys covering his chest and neck, much like Arkin's. He also had multiple dark hickeys on his lower stomach and near his dick.
Hannibal chuckled, “He covered my marks.”
What you didn't expect him to do was suddenly pull Will into an aggressive kiss. You could tell Hannibal was pissed, he was kissing Will far harder than you've ever seen before. Will ripped Hannibal's shirt open and pushed him off.
“You let him cover mine too.”
Hannibal grinned and you shook your head. You were tired of waiting on them so you turned the water on. Will joined you almost immediately. He pulled back against him as Hannibal stepped in as well.
You let out an unexpected moan as Will suddenly began to suck on the side of your throat. Hannibal chuckled and you moaned again as he pulled you into a kiss. Will continued to bite and mark your throat, even moving down to your shoulder. Hannibal kissed away every cry and gasp until he too made his way down to your neck. It was overwhelming, having both of them littering hickeys all over your skin.
You cried and whined but they didn't stop until they were satisfied with the amount they left on you. When they finished they each gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. You tiredly leaned against Will’s shoulder as Hannibal washed you up. Between them and Asa’s throat fucking you were exhausted.
Will held you up as Hannibal wrapped you in a towel. You weakly laughed at all the jokes they made as Will carried you to the room. He sat you down on the bed as Hannibal grabbed the stuff for your bandage. You couldn't keep your eyes open so you simply listened to them talk to each other as Hannibal worked on your knee. As Will pulled a shirt over your head their voices began to fade and sleep pulled you away.
In the beginning everything was fine. Nothing hurt when you first opened your eyes but from the moment you swallowed, your throat felt like it had been scraped open with a fork. The biggest problem with your situation was being stuck in between Will and Hannibal. They were both still dead asleep and with Will’s iron grip around your waist, you had no chance of escaping. You had no other choice than to wake them up. Hannibal woke quickly but for a moment Will just wouldn’t open his eyes. He grumbled and buried his face into your back.
“I have to pee,” every word was painful and your voice sounded terrible but you needed him to let you go.
He did, almost immediately and you shot out the bed to the bathroom. You spotted something in the mirror as you passed by the sink but you had to go so bad you didn’t stop to check. When you washed your hands you discovered that what you spotted in the mirror were dark hickeys. Your entire neck was covered in dark bruises.
You just stood there staring at them. A knock on the door interrupted you. Hannibal was on the other side with a cup of tea.
“Will told me about last night,” he handed you the cup. “It'll be sore for a day. Do these hurt?”
He gently prodded at the hickeys on your neck and you shook your head. It was a bit tender but nothing bad.
“Well I'm going to begin breakfast, could you wake the others for me?”
He didn't give you any time to respond before he was off. You took your cup and went back to the room, Will was sat up and seemed to be waiting for your return.
“How's the throat?”
You shrugged and sipped the tea. It hurt to swallow but the warmth of the tea helped sooth the horrible pain of swallowing. You jumped when Will suddenly touched your throat. He didn't poke at the hickeys like Hannibal did, just simply ran his fingers over the marks.
“I have to feed the dogs breakfast, I'll see you at the table,” he gave you a quick kiss before he left.
From the room you could see that Asa and Arkin's door was still closed which meant they were definitely still asleep. You finished the last of your tea and went to go wake them as Hannibal requested. The first and second time you knocked there wasn't a single sound so despite your gut feeling you opened the door.
They were both still asleep even as you stepped into the room. You kind of expected Asa to just wake up the second you stuck your foot in the room. Arkin seemed to sense you in the room because he opened his eyes when you got to his side of the bed. He groaned and began to shake Asa awake. You turned to walk away but Asa grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the bed.
“Who put those on you,” he didn't point but you knew he was talking about the hickeys.
You didn't say anything, not even when he grabbed your throat. Asa knew exactly who did it, there was nothing to tell. He growled and got out of bed. You yelped as he snatched your arm and dragged you out the room. His grip on your arm was tight and every time you stumbled he just picked you up and kept going. He dragged you all the way to the kitchen where Hannibal and Will were talking.
“Who put these on their neck,” he slung you in front of him as he yelled at them.
“Hannibal and I did,” Will snapped back.
“We made a deal,” Asa growled at Hannibal. When Hannibal didn't respond he pulled you back and chuckled. “Do you still want it?”
You had no clue what he was talking about but Hannibal did. He nodded to Asa and in a second Asa was dragging you out the kitchen back upstairs. You tried to reach for Arkin as he passed you on the stairs but Asa yanked you away. He dragged you all the way up to his room and shoved you into the bed.
“If you don't fight, I'll make it clean,” he brought his knife up to slice through your shirt.
Again he gave you no hint of what he meant but you were too terrified to think about fighting him. As he cut through your pants you realized what he was doing. He rolled you over on to your back and unbuckled his belt.
Surprisingly he wasn't rough as he pushed into you, probably because you stayed completely still as he did so. For a second there was a bite of pain as he fully sheathed himself inside of you but it faded quickly as he began to move. He was slow and gentle, eventually even drew a few soft moans from you. Warmth began to bloom in your stomach so you closed your eyes and focused on the sound of Asa's low groans.
You gasped as he suddenly stopped but he just grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. He moved his hands up to your hips and pushed himself back inside you. You let out a loud moan as he started his new pace.
He pounded into you at a steady beat, like a drum. In, out. In, out. In, out. Boom. Boom. Boom. He fucked you with so much force your hearing became nothing but the sound of his hips hitting yours, the loud booming beat in your ear. His painfully tight grip on your hips allowed him to pull you back to meet his hips, making every stroke of his cock deeper. You wailed and grabbed his arms as pleasure grew stronger.
Then suddenly his pace became erratic and so did the beat in your head. The beat of his hips began to feel panicked and the feeling of anxiety rushed through your body as your orgasm began to grow closer much quicker. The mix of pleasure and panic caused your body to tremble. No matter how hard you shook he kept that steady pace.
Your body relaxed as he softened his thrusts a bit and leaned forward so you could clearly see his eyes. He grabbed your throat so quickly that you didn't even get a chance to take a breath before he squeezed it. He grinned as he quickened his pace back to the panicked wild beat.
Tears streamed from your face and your lungs burned as you clawed at his arms. He didn't stop, instead somehow his pace became more brutal. You gagged as your orgasm suddenly hit you. As your body tensed, he brought up a knife and began to slice you open starting from the base of your throat. The orgasm was so overwhelming that you didn't even realize he cut you until he was midway down your stomach.
The fire in your lungs burned up your throat. He continued to cut you until he reached your hips. Your vision was dark and your brain screamed for air. The buzzing in your body slowly stopped until you couldn't feel anything anymore. He stared down at you with a sick grin, his eyes colder than the devil's. As you slipped into the darkness, you wondered if this was the last time you'd look into death's eyes.
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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.4
It's in the paper that Allen Klein was involved in 40+ lawsuits and John doesn't question it? At this point, I feel like he just didn't want to let Paul be right about anything.
My question is who did that work on before? I mean who fucking does business like that? Let alone business with the most successful man in the world.
John's complaining about Paul being too good at his job is both hilarious (what the hell is Paul supposed to do with that) and sad (it shows just how far their musical relationship has degraded from partners to rivals)
How did they lose Northern Songs? Genuinely, if anyone can break it down for me I'd be so grateful. Anyway I'm sure it was devastating for both of them. “Who'd have the children?” “Dick James”.
I know I'm insane, but can I be allowed to see a glimmer of goodness here? I really do think it's John's kinder side winning out when he decides not to lie. Like, yes, he gets a buzz off of watching Paul go white at his words, but I think he also just – in that moment – didn't have the heart to trick Paul into staying.
But also. Why are we trying to maneuver Paul at all if the end game is for John to leave? It just doesn't make sense to try to trick Paul into signing the contract unless John's divorce threat is at the very least not meant to be final.
I will never understand this picture. Even in the emotional state he's in, he's still hamming it up? There is something seriously wrong with this man.
I do find it interesting that the fact that Paul cried his eyes out after that meeting isn't even mentioned in the doc. I wonder why.
Let's put the bizarre, super-warped timeline in this quote aside for a minute. Apparently the depression started after Brian died and it lasted for about two years and John was still in it during Pepper. Okay. That aside . . .
I have to assume this negative lense on what I can only assume means the period between 66 and 68 is highly influenced by hindsight bias. I agree that John was depressed at the time, in an unhappy marriage, doing too much LSD, etc and that looking at Paul's prolific talent and expansive , fast-paced life would have been maddening. But everyone go back to the end of part one really quick. He looks extremely happy. He sounds extremely happy. Everyone who knows him says he's never been happier. I think he just can't accept right now that there was so much good and he's lost it.
“I look from the wings at the play you are staging . . . I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love.”
Insanity quote Hall of Fame. Paul explaining why the Beatles just had to break up, obviously, because he and John "didn't marry the same girl." Someone write the fic where John and Paul both marry the same girl. Could be Yoko or Linda. Sister trad wives au.
Okay, cool, so this means I have full permission to interpret and tin hat about any lyrics I want then, right?
But also. Are we just not going to talk about the fact that Paul dumped a bucket of garbage water and punched this person? And are we not mentioning the depression and alcoholism and heroin abuse during this time?
It's so embarrassing how he looks to her for confirmation here. John, they asked you what you think. Just you. Not some complicated definition. Not Yoko's definition. Just your own thoughts.
“I couldn't wait for them to make up their mind about peace or whatever. About committing themselves.” Yeah, John. You sound real committed to peace. Or whatever. Here's a theory that anyone can shoot down if they want: John asked Paul for some kind of commitment (a friendship wedding, a partnership contract, a mutual wanking pledge) in India and Paul was a chicken about it.
What was that day like, I wonder? I imagine extremely stiff and professional and horrid. But who knows. Maybe it was nice, and maybe that made everything worse.
I will go to my death believing that instant karma was for Paul.
Do we think John actually did send Paul “about twenty postcards from Denmark” all covered in hearts none of which Paul responded to? Paul could be just as cruel in his lack of reaction as John was in his over reaction.
I'm sorry but that is not what a man says when he's just lying to the press to buy time for business. That's what a man says to the press when he's trying desperately to communicate with someone who he can't get through to any other way.
But really, I just don't understand why the creator chose to minimize Paul's emotional response to John's divorce statement. If we don't see him bawling his eyes out and losing the will to live, he comes off like a self-assured, uncaring, jerk. Which. To be fair. John didn't see those things, and that is exactly what John thought of Paul during this time. But still. The audience now comes away from this doc with a skewed view.
All we get is Paul being pissed off about Phil Spector butchering Let it Be without his consent and John and George trying to change McCartney's release date without his consent. Which are both a) understandable and b) strong, male, angry reactions. Making this section portray Paul in the same one-dimensional hyper-masculine way that John so often is. Which isn't my favorite. But hey, it's my only complaint about this doc so far.
Anyway, update: I won't be able to do part three until it gets reuploaded, so we're on hiatus for this project for the time being.
#paul mccartney#the beatles#john lennon#mclennon#ringo starr#george harrison#understanding lennon mccartney#ulm
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Hello! I was wondering if you could write about the Merc's with a gn! reader who loves baking?
Btw, I love your writing style! It all feels so accurate and it's helping to feed this new fixation of mine <3 <3
I see we have some food lovers in the askbox, chat. *crackles knuckles* you ask, and daddy delivers.
Mercs with somebody who gives them food
Scout:
- Depends on your current location. The gravel wars isn’t short of moving from place to place. If it’s somewhere like japan he’ll go full weeb mode and eat nothing but fish related dishes. You know speed racer? In the fucked up TF2 universe there’s a speed racer themed restaurant. Take him there. (On second thought maybe don’t go eating with him in Japan he might eat the Hiroshima rocks.)
- He swears he’s on a diet but it’s inconsistent as fuck. This is the same guy who canonically eats radiation we’re talking about here. You hand him some warm bread you baked and he’s ecstatic. You catch him sprinkling something on his slice. It’s grounded up like pepper. He’s like “This? This shit is fuckin’ perfect. The person who owns my gym back in boston recommended it for energy. Tastes great.” You read the label and you realize it’s grounded up uranium.
- If you make him homemade fried chicken he’ll nearly choke up. Seriously. nobody’s ever done that for him before. Giving him food in general is also his love language but chicken? He thinks you want to marry him forever and ever now.
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Soldier:
- You don’t really know what soldier likes.. He doesn’t make anything very evident and tries his hardest to make his one defining trait being that he’s a veteran. But you know that’s not true. You decide to make him some sandwiches and he’s confused. “Huh.. Well that’s some weird tasting MREs. Not complaining. It’s actually really good. Shame that civilians can’t get the same luxury right now.” He says. You have no idea how to explain that WW2 is virtually nonexistent anymore.
- Finally you settle with something. Honey with warm bread. Instead of eating slices like a normal person he just swallows the entire loaf like a snake. You are worried for this man’s intestines. He seems to be fine however.
- Gives you either a romantic or platonic kiss on the head. Your pick. His breath smells sugary and sweet and you nuzzle your head against his collarbone in response. This is his way of showing he appreciated the food.
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Demoman:
- I sure hope you’re capable of producing stew because that’s all he eats when he isn’t unhealthily suppressing his own hunger with scrumpy.
- You get him to eat a variety of food somehow. Although he’s picky, he isn’t impossible either. Due to growing up in an orphanage he was no stranger to having to cook for himself at times when the caretakers just really didn’t care. You exchange recipes. For some reason he has an entire Scottish cookbook under his bed. As well as a book on “Leonerdo Da Fuq’s Basic Guide To blowing Sentries Up. And making it look like an accident.”
- He’s very thankful. Demoman’s not much of a foodie. He eats to live rather than lives to eat. But your snacks hit different. They’re made with your love. That’s why they’re so much better than what he typically eats.
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Engineer:
- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THATS HIS JOB. HE’S THE OVERBEARING GRANDMOTHER THAT WONT STOP SHOVING FOOD INTO HER KIDS MOUTH!!! NOT YOU!!!
- He eats everything you give him. Even if it doesn’t particularly tickle his fancy. His belly is big and swollen afterwards and you want to squish him so bad. That’s a pillow waiting to be laid on. He then tells you fond memories of thanksgiving and when his mother would cook his family an entire turkey dinner.
- He responds twofold by making you something as well. You wake up one day to find an entire breakfast platter laid on your end table. There’s a little sticky note there and although it doesn’t have a name on it — the dash alongside the expertly drawn symbol of his class is evident enough. Only somebody with expertise in blueprints would draw something like that. Hint hint.
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Heavy:
- Heavy isn’t a dumbass by any means but this is a certified Heavy L situation. He thinks you’re trying to offend him at first because people call him fat on a regular basis. Medic explains from afar that actually it’s a gesture meant to express hospitality, and upon realizing you were just being nice he looks embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.
- Lets you spoon feed him your food. He likes it for some reason. He likes any kind of meat, and protein. He eats that shit everyday. Not just that but dark chocolate and other bitter tasting foods as well. Despite his massive size he doesn’t actually eat large portions at a time.
- He knows how to make mostly deserts. Takes on a sort of mentor role and tries to teach you how to bake cakes and stuff like that. You’ve never seen Heavy in such a domesticated setting. Watching him go about cooking without breaking somebody’s skull in for once was actually kind of surreal.
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Pyro:
- Cook / get them nothing but sweets. They won’t eat anything else. You begin to wonder if Pyro is even remotely human because of how much unhealthy food they eat. (But then again you’ve seen soldier survive losing both his arms and Medic sowing them back on. It’s probably fine.)
- They are unbelievably excited to see you walk into the room with plates and/or boxes. You’ve unintentionally pavloved them into associating it with your food. They clap and make grabby hands. Wanting to see what sweets you’ve brought them.
- It’s actually quite odd.. You see them retreat into their quarters to eat their food. It’s clear they’ve eaten it because they always take the plates back but you’re never allowed to see them eat directly. They don’t attend dinner with the other mercs or even breakfast.
- DO NOT LET THEM NEAR THE FUCKING OVEN. DO NOT LET THEM COOK. THE ADMINISTRATOR MADE IT AGAINST THE RULES TO LET PYRO NEAR THE STOVE.
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Sniper:
- “Bloody hell.. This for me?” His voice hiked up a little. A little shocked that somebody would even consider making or buying him food in the first place, Only his parents ever did that for him. He takes it hesitantly but his expression doesn’t seem negative. Just incredibly dumbfounded. You had got him some donuts from a market in tuefort. You figured it would go well with his coffee.
- Immediately starts eating them. Sniper is both a meats sort of guy and a sweets sort of guy. Looks from side to side to make sure nobody saw him take your offer. That would be a embarrassing. He grabs the entire box and retreats into his camper van like a rat.
- He then slowly opens the door.. “Oh, right. Bugger. This is typically the moment I comfortably invite you in.” He cringes at the thought. Leaving the door open for you, and moving aside to let you in. He begins telling you the basics about how to hunt your food. For some reason it’s all incredibly dangerous aussie animals though. Some of the stuff doesn’t sound edible but he’s apparently eaten. He’s especially passionate about how to properly cook crocodiles.
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Medic:
- Pretentiously nitpicks the fact you brought him cupcakes. Citing his knowledge about how too much sugar consumption can kill you… whilst simultaneously eating the cupcakes.
- “Even worse yet —- they ruin your dental health. Hoo, i’d hate to be on the receiving end of a tooth filling by an angry dentist.” He says, shoving more of your sweets into his face. You wonder if he’s even self aware of what he’s doing to be honest. “Although I do envy their sadism! It’s much worse than mine, actually — Das schmeckt gut.” He adds.
- He frowns. You knew Medic had loved cupcakes in particular so you were confused at first. Well it wasn’t that. In fact it was something more stupid. “Well then again the consumption of sugar is important for our bodies, I must add. With the wrong diet we could die from low blood sugar. I wonder if it is possible to extract all the sugar from a human body using a sort of giant homebrewed syringe. It is in theory possible for me to—“ The man is at his chalkboard writing down mathematical equations again.
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Spy:
- When you give him food for the first time he’s unbelievably pouty. Couldn’t you have asked him his tastes first? He hesitantly eats what you give him anyway. As long as it isn’t fried, fast food, candy or anything that wasn’t expensive as fuck.
- Incredibly good table manners. Incredibly good at cooking his native cuisine. For some reason he’s intent on insisting that french food is superior than any other food. When you’re eating with him he straightens your posture, politely puts your napkin in your lap and schools you on the fact you’re not using your salad fork or whatever. There’s way too much pointless shit on his table. Who the fuck created all these weirdly specific rules?
- Eventually he’s so tired from trying to teach you he loses his temper and crosses his arms like a discontent toddler while you eat nonchalantly. “What?” You say. Using the wrong fork again. He’s still staring at you. “What?!” You repeat yourself. “I love you, Spy.” You say. Shoving more food into your mouth. He keeps glaring at you.
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Overstimulated- Jay, Kelly, and Matt
Summary: Your day didn’t turn out the way you had hoped, ending in you snapping at your boyfriends.
Warnings: descriptions of panic attack, LaNgUaGe
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It’s been a while since you’ve been this overstimulated. You made specific changes in your life in hopes of avoiding this moment. Your three favorite people are sat, in stunned silence, after you just got up and snapped at them. You never snap. All of you joke about how you are the most chill person in this relationship. Today, you’ve had it.
It was suppose to be a peaceful Saturday morning. All of you were off, which was a rare occurrence for a Saturday in and of itself. The original plan was to sleep in and then have a lazy movie day. Of course, that got derailed when one of your UCs called for an assistant, dragging you out of bed at 0745.
Then, your mom decided to call and bicker about your relationship with the boys. She started the conversation like she had thought about it and was finally on board with the relationship, but she quickly exited that ship before she blew it up right in your face. It had made your day much worse, but after you had a good cry in the parking garage of your building, you had felt a little better.
Now, you were just upset that nobody could agree on a movie. All you wanted was to finally watch a movie with your favorite guys, but they wouldn’t stop arguing over who had the better movie idea. Now, your popcorn was cold, your favorite snacks were still left untouched, and you were pacing the living room while shaking your hands out and attempting to even your breathing.
Kelly had to be the one to break the silence. “What’s gotten into you? You’ve been pretty crabby all day.” Kelly shot at you, no real heat behind the words, but that didn’t matter in your state.
“What’s a matter with me? You really wanna fucking know?” You asked, stopping to yell as you spoke directly at him, seeing Jay shrink a bit in the corner of your eye. He’s never seen you like this. None of them have, but he can tell something isn’t quite right. “My day was ruined when I got an early morning wake up call, then my mom laid into me about our relationship, again. All I wanted was to have a nice movie night and eat junk and then go to bed and start over tomorrow but you guys won’t just pick a damn movie and hold me!” You shouted, tears threatening to spill.
“Well baby, I’m sorry, but we didn’t know any of this. You gotta tell us these things. We can let you pick the movie and just go about our night. We are sorry we made things worse.” Matt said, always the fixer, but that just upset you more.
You shook your hands harder, closing your eyes and trying to focus on breathing through the sobs that were threatening to escape. “I-I can’t. I love you guys, but I can’t right n-.”
In your panic, you hadn’t seen or heard Jay get up and approach you, bringing you into his arms. You immediately stopped when you smelled his cologne and buried your face into his neck. You were still trying to be strong, but it was hard with Jay’s lips next to your ear, a hand running through your hair and the other running up and down your back.
“Shhhhh baby.” Jay whispered calmly. “Follow me. If you need to cry, cry, but you need to breathe.” Jay coached, slowly rocking you back and forth as you let out a sob into his neck. “There you go. I have you now. Your safe.” Jay soothed, kissing the side of your head.
The other two wondered off as Jay continued to consol you. They grabbed some wet cloths, Jay’s army hoodie, your favorite blanket, your anxiety meds, and some tissue. When they got back, Jay was sat back on the couch, you sitting in his lap, wrapped around him like a koala.
“Think she got overwhelmed. That’s a lot to happen in a day, especially when you try to do it all on your own.” Jay explained, still caressing you.
The other two nodded, sheepishly handing over their items like apology gifts. Jay ended up helping you clean your face before you allowed Matt to slide the hoodie over your head and Kelly to toss the blanket over you and Jay.
“We didn’t mean to upset you further sweetheart. I’m so sorry I snapped back at you in the moment. I should have noticed something was bothering you with your change in behavior.” Kelly said, sitting on one side of Jay.
“And I’m sorry for being overwhelming with how badly I wanted to fix it. I know what overstimulation feels like and I also know that it doesn’t really help when someone tries to reason.” Matt said, lightly rubbing your arm.
“And I’m sorry for yelling.” You said, sitting up slightly and playing with the strings on the hoodie. “I was really frustrated this morning and then my mom just really made me overwhelmed and sad. I just got way too overstimulated and I couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry for taking it out on you guys.” You said, not looking up.
Jay gently tilted your chin up. “Hey. You know that we still love you. We all have bad days and snap when we don’t mean to.”
“Us more than you.” Kelly added in.
“So, we totally get it. Just please tell us how you feel next time. Okay?” Jay asked, wiping the fresh tears from your eyes.
You nodded, allowing Matt to help you blow your nose.
“Now, what do you say we watch Y/F/M, eat all these snacks, and then turn in early. How does that sound?” Jay asks, helping you adjust in his lap.
“Sounds amazing.” You whispered, getting comfy as Kelly began the movie.
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