#But as kids with a terrible life in a terrible situation. I couldn't help but be endeared by the deranged guy
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❥︎ yandere! Dilf
❥︎ Warnings !
☞︎︎︎ drugging, stalking, delusional, doing things without consent
( male yandere! oc x female reader )
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It was a sunny afternoon when yandere! dilf finally finished unloading his and his son's stuff into their new home. Due to work and terrible memories from his past marriage, he moved into a different town with his son to start a new life. He was just beginning to unpack everything when someone knocked on his door.
"Hi! I'm your neighbor! I noticed that you were spending the whole day just unloading stuff so I decided to make you and your son some lemonade!"
The voice came from a woman who had a jug of lemonade on a tray with a couple of glass cups to pour the citrus drink into. Yandere! dilf couldn't help but smile at the offer as his muscular hands take the tray from your hands as he sent a pearly white smile their way.
"Thanks! I really appreciate it. I'm yandere! dilf by the way," he introduced himself while his son hides behind his leg "and this is my son."
"I'm (y/n)! Well then, I'll see you around neighbor!" (y/n) then disappeared back into their house which was right beside his. At first, yandere! dilf thought that he liked them because of their kind gift but it was only going to escalate from there.
It really surprised yandere! dilf a few days when he met (y/n) again only in the most unexpected place. He was picking his son up from kindergarten when he realized that you were there, playing with his son.
"(y/n)? What are you doing here?"
"Oh! This is really such a coincidence! I happen to be your son's kindergarten teacher!" she explained with a bright smile on her face as his son came rushing to hug him.
"I was only playing with him since all the kids left already and I didn't want him to be alone for too long"
Yandere! dilf felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
"I'm really sorry about that. I've just been swamped with work and before I knew it, I was 2 hours late to pick him up."
You sent the muscular man a sympathetic smile.
"No, I completely understand... Does this mean that he's with babysitters most of the time?"
"That's what My plan is but well... it seems like I'm finding difficulty finding any babysitters in this neighborhood"
"If you'd like, I can babysit your son on the weekends? I happen to need some extra money but, don't worry, I won't charge a crazy amount. We're neighbors after all," she offered.
Ever since (y/n) offered yandere! dilf to be his son's babysitter, he only began seeing more and more of you inside his house. Yandere! dilf only expected you to take care of his son but you always seemed to go above and beyond. Sometimes, if the house was messy you'd try to clean it as best you could. Or maybe when you knew that he'll be home late, you'd prepare a simple dinner for both his son and him.
"Don't worry about it! Being a single parent must be really hard so I'll try to help you as best as I can!" That was always the kind of answer you would give when yandere! dilf feels bad for having you do all the housework.
Slowly though, yandere! dilf can't help but feel like (y/n) was acting just like a stay-at-home wife for him and he liked it. He can't help but daydream of situations where you were actually his wife. Situations where he was sharing a bed with you or taking you out on dates or sometimes to the extent of either their marriage or what their future children would look like.
Yandere! dilf might not look like it but, he was completely smitten. He was scared however of you finding out that he had a fat massive crush on you since he was at least 7 years older than you. This crush caused him to be obsessive and overprotective of you.
"What if she finds someone better? What if she is seeing someone?" Those were the questions that always made him have a small panic attack. He can't afford to lose someone so perfect; someone, who proved herself to be the perfect wife for him.
So, yandere! dilf would set up cameras in his house and ask you to babysit all the time. This would mean that he could always see you playing with his son through his phone and it always makes his heart swell with joy. He loved seeing how well you were getting along with the most precious little human in his world which only boosts the idea of how you were the only perfect person to be his son's mother and his wife. Not only that, but to take it one step further, he loved to buy you some treats or drinks when he gets back from work. The only catch is that they were drugged so you'd always end up falling asleep in yandere! dilf's house. (Y/n) never found it too odd though since you always connected it to you being too exhausted by playing with yandere! dilf's son all day.
(Y/n) falling asleep in his house was a big win for yandere! dilf too. The drugs that he used would make (y/n) fall into such a deep sleep it would actually be impossible to wake you up. This would mean that he can take as many pictures as he can and make you sleep on the bed with him before he has to move you to a spare room before you wake up to avoid suspicion. He loves it when he gets to snuggle your smaller body on his bed; a bigger plus if his son decides to join in. It was as if you three were already a picture-perfect family that yandere!dilf always dreamed of. His phone gallery is now filled to the brim with pictures of his son and you. His phone wallpaper is (y/n), there was a group picture of (y/n), his son and him set as his computer wallpaper, and there was a picture of (y/n) and his son in his wallet; acting like the perfect family he always dreamed of.
"Oh, good morning (y/n)! You fell asleep here again. Don't worry about it though! Here I made us all breakfast!"
#tw: stalking#tw: yandere#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#lovesick#male yandere#male yandere x reader#yandere dilf#yandere dilf x reader#obsession#obsessive love#yandere blog#obsessive yandere#yandere drabble
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All Bark and No Bite
Chapter 1
It's here! This is the first chapter of my first real fic here on tumblr! I am not the best writer so please be kind :')
Series masterlist
Alternate Universe SKZ!
Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8
Previous - Next
Summary: There's no turning back now, not when you know what you left behind. A dangerous situation now replaced with another. After the omegas disappeared you have to extra careful, especially now that you have left your pack and family. What happens when your car breaks down on another pack's land?
Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!)
Chapter warnings: Angst, anxiety, reader is VERY sad, minor violence, cursing, A/B/O (pls let me know if I missed any!)
MDNI 18+
Wc: 2400 ish
Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please.
You should have known better. All those hushed conversations your parents have been having, all the phone calls your father excused himself to take, even the trip to your packs doctor for a very extensive physical. None of it set off your mental alarm bells and that made you feel so stupid. But how could you have known that your own parents, the people who raised you and were supposed to have your best interest at heart, were planning on selling you off to the highest bidder once you became mature enough.
That's life for omegas these days, though. After a worldwide virus a few decades ago, omegas just stopped being born. The virus wiped the gene out almost completely, leaving a very small percentage of omegas left. Unluckily for you, you happened to be the only omega born in your area in the last 40 years. That made you highly sought after by alphas, especially dangerous ones.
Your hands were still shaking. It had been hours since you escaped your parents house in your car, yet you couldn't get your hands to stop shaking with the immense adrenaline you’re feeling. You had no plan, no money, nowhere to go and no one to help you. Your only friend, Ash, was a beta girl in your pack and as much as you liked her you knew she could do nothing to save you now. At least your car had a full tank of gas, the only good thing your father had done for you was allow you to drive to Ash's house on occasion.
All the adrenaline was starting to wear off as you drove, the realization of what this would mean for you and your life now starting to sink in. The constant looking over your shoulder, the uneasiness you will always feel, it was almost too much to handle. No. What would have been too much to handle is letting that filthy man get his hands on you. Kim Hongjoong.You had heard about the things that alpha had done to claim power over his pack. From sabotage to murder, none of it was good. From what you could gather he was on the search for an omega to complete his pack and somehow had heard whispers about you. The only known omega within a few hundred miles. He wanted an omega to raise his children and help him lead his pack and would do anything to get his hands on one; whatever necessary.
You imagine the sum of money he offered your parents was just too good for them to pass up on. Your alpha father was too proud to accept anything less than a hefty amount. Your mother was an omega through and through. Obedient and submissive to her alpha. Just as she raised you to be. She herself was a rare omega. Though back in her day the omega population wasn't as low as it is now. Now the numbers have fallen to less than 0.2%. Your mother molded you into the perfect little doll. Almost. Never in your wildest dreams did she or your father imagine you, their doll, would be disobeying and running from all you had ever known, yet here you are. That's what real fear does to a person. Fight or flight. All your life you had been all bark and no bite. Now this is your way of biting back.
All you had to your name was this old car (technically your fathers), an old backpack with a few changes of clothes, and couple cans of spaghetti o’s. Luckily this car had an old map in the glovebox. Better than nothing especially since you had no gps and no phone. You knew better than to take the main roads. Your pack would undoubtedly be looking for you and the car. Back roads it was then.
You couldn't tell exactly how many hours you had been driving at this point, too caught up in your mind to really pay attention to the time but by now it had gotten very dark and you found yourself on this old road going through a small town in the woods. You vaguely remember passing through the small community about half an hour ago. Of course you hadn't stopped in the town in fear of being noticed or recognised somehow. But now you’re wishing you had stopped at that little gas station and at least tried to get an ounce of gas with the spare change left in the middle console. The car was officially running out of gas. In the middle of nowhere. Just your luck.
“Are you serious?” You asked no one with tears starting to fill your eyes.
Feeling the difference in the vehicle causes you to pull off to the side of the road with a groan. You know it won't be going any further with the way it just gives up there on the side. Turning off the car and leaning your head against the wheel you let out a light sob. This wasn't the life you had envisioned for yourself. Once upon a time you thought one day you would meet your true mate, a caring alpha who would love you for you and want to make you happy. Seems as though that was just a fairytale after all. Even your parents weren’t true mates. They just settled for each other. You knew you couldn’t let that be you. You wouldn’t settle, especially not for a vile man you didn't love.
It was too late now to leave the car. This is where you will be staying for the night. Good thing it was late spring and not winter or you would freeze out here. Once your tears have slowed and the sobs have ceased you took a deep breath to calm yourself.
“You will be ok.” You repeat to yourself a few times. “You will be ok. You will be ok.”
Will you though? It didn't matter. You had to be. With one last sigh you locked the doors and climbed into the backseat of the old car. Its seats were worn and uncomfortable but it somehow felt comforting. It felt like the last remaining bit you had from childhood. When things were simple for you. Were things ever that simple as you remembered it being though? Before presenting as an omega when you were 16 things were definitely simple. You had assumed along with everyone else that you would be a beta and go on to have a normal life. Sure sometimes you were a little agreeable and always had a gentle nature, but you had just thought you took after your mom in that aspect. Little did you know you would take after her in a different way. It wasn’t until you presented that it made sense to the pack why you were that way. It was then that the looks began from other pack members. The way their eyes would linger on you a little too hard. The way their nostrils would flare when you entered a room. It made your skin crawl thinking back.
From that point on there was no more public school for you. You were homeschooled the last few years of high school for your protection. “We're doing this to protect you not punish you, Y/N.” your father had said when he forbade you from going back to school. “You can't trust anyone these days. Not around an omega.” He was right. The thought never crossed your mind that you couldn't even trust your own parents. You wished you had been born a beta like your sister, or even an alpha like your brother. Being the youngest out of three you figured you would be like them.
The worst part was you didn't have the suppressants you had been taking since you were a teen. They were almost impossible to come by normally, but your father had somehow gotten his hands on a steady supply and had been forcing you to take them. Another thing that was for your protection. To keep alphas from detecting you by scent. You hadn't taken any this morning before you left so you imagine your scent was going to start leaking out for any one nearby to smell. Great. Another problem for tomorrow.
Adjusting yourself on the seat to lay down as much as you could, you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing. It wouldn't be long before sleep overcame you. The exhaustion of the whole ordeal catching up with you.
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The sun peaking through the trees awoke you from your surprisingly restful slumber. It seemed to be early morning if the dew on the windows was any indication. Peeking out the window you saw nothing around. Not even any animals. Perfect. You slowly unlocked the door and crept out quietly shutting the door behind you. Taking careful steps a few yards into the thickets ahead of you and relieving yourself helped you feel a little better. You made your way back to the car and took a second to breathe. In and out. In and out. The air was crisp and refreshing and helped you clear your head.
Now feeling a little better you noticed how bad your stomach was growling at you. Reaching into the trunk of the car you pulled out a small can of spaghetti o’s. Not your first choice of a meal but when you panic you grab what you figure will be easiest to take with you. Plus you could use a can as a weapon if needed!
Eating was the last thing on your mind yesterday, but now you knew you could no longer put it off. Popping a can open and taking a seat on the hood of the car with a spoon you dug into the food. It was….. food . Cold and disappointing but at the same time satisfying as you had an empty stomach.
There you were, sitting there on the old car contemplating your next move from here with now a half full can of disappointment, when you catch a scent in the air getting stronger with each passing second. It was another person, no it was people. More than one.
Fuck
You have been found. Whether by the packs that were after you or by a stranger it didn’t matter all you felt was terror.
There was no time to flee. Before you could even move from the hood you could feel a pair of eyes on you to the right of you. You twist your head to face the eyes that are peaking out at you from the trees ahead.
The stranger takes a tentative step towards you and comes out from hiding and you immediately go into fight or flight.
With an alarmed shout “NO”, you launched the half full can of spaghetti o’s at the intruder, hitting him square in the chest and sending the cold contents all across his shirt.
“What the fuck?!” the possible assailant yelled.
Spotting another figure approaching the first one you threw yourself back off the hood and onto the ground, then as quickly as possible you yanked the door open to the car and jammed yourself in locking it immediately. You made yourself as small as possible as to not be seen by them but you knew the damage had been done. There was no way out of this. No gas in the tank and even if there was you had no idea where your keys had gone.
You could hear them talking but you were too frightened to pick up any of the words except girl, mess and Alpha. Now you really felt terror. Without realizing how close they had been to you, you let out a shriek when there was a sudden knock on the window next to you.
Not daring to look at them for even a second you yelled through the glass “Please go away! Please please I don’t deserve this!” tears filled your eyes.
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The smell of your distress was making Seungmins and Jeongins eyes water. They had never experienced such a powerful scent before. Not even the odor from the Spaghetti Os covering Seungmins shirt would distract from the one coming from within the vehicle. The beta wanted to be mad that she had pretty much assaulted him, but at the same time couldn’t find it within himself to care much given how much pure terror he smelled coming from the young woman. The omega.
The young alpha Jeongin felt similarly now that he had eyes on her he felt this overwhelming urge to protect. He had never encountered one before and honestly thought he never would but now that he was laying eyes on her he felt his alpha side perk up. A part of him never wanted to stop looking at her.
Honestly the boys didn’t know what to expect when they came out here to investigate the scent that had appeared on their land late into the night. They truly didn’t expect the cause to be an omega girl that was holed up on the side of a path.
Seungmin tried knocking again, a little more timid this time so as not to frighten her more. “Excuse me, we could smell your distress. Do you need any help?” He asked slowly.
You spared him one quick glance then shrunk into yourself again. “No thank you, please go!”
He sighed and stepped back a few feet to look at Jeongin in amazement at the situation. Giving him one small nod he said “ We need to call Chan.”
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What felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, passed and you stayed in your same position. The boys had remained there but not so close to the car anymore to which you were thankful. They were quietly mumbling amongst themselves, no doubt about an omega being caught out here alone. Every so often you would move your head just slightly to peer over at them. You hadn’t noticed before in your initial panic but they were pretty cute young men. A beta and an alpha from what you could tell. Even covered in your thrown breakfast (a shame about that really) they still managed to carry themselves proudly. Though your smell is causing their faces to scrunch up, you could tell it was taking it's toll on them.
Not even a moment later after taking another look at them you could feel the change in the air as another pair of people was approaching. Not just anybody was coming this way, it was an Alpha. A very strong one at that. The smell was starting to permeate all of your senses and was quickly becoming intoxicating.
You could sense him before he even appeared. No matter how intrigued you may be though you can’t show weakness.
‘Keep your head down and wait it out’ you kept telling yourself like a mantra.
You knew he was approaching your door. It took everything in you to remain still. Then as if struck by lightning you felt your body alight like it never has before.
“Omega..”
(A/N: Please do not steal my writing and content! Reblogs and comments are encouraged tho 😙once again i would LOVE to hear your thoughts and theories! This has not been beta read all mistakes are my own.)
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I'm not typically a fan of pregnancy au stuff for hazbin because it introduces a hell lotta new questions, but anyways, I DO find it absolutely entertaining thinking about a Reader who did the nasty with Alastor and had kind of a friends-with-benefits situation with him and he does his whole 7 year disappearing act without warning you or telling you anything at all (assumedly because he did not have a choice or opportunity) and he comes back, knocking on your front door, "say, doll! What's say we mosey on over to our old favorite jazz club to catch up on old times?"
and suddenly peeking out from behind your back is just the cutest little fawn with a head full of curls who is very clearly Alastor's son, clutching at your apron, "Mama, isn't he the man you listen to those old recordings of? He sounds the same"
Alastor feeling this, this WARMTH in his chest as you invite him inside your home and it's completely different from the last time he was there, filled with everything your son could need, his drawings and report cards from that nice school you break your back to afford stuck lovingly on the fridge and a hot home-cooked meal currently cooling on the stove as Alastor's invited for some food... if he feels comfortable. You and him discuss privately where your son can't hear as you get all weepy, "I'm sorry, but when you disappeared, I couldn't... ASK you what you would have wanted... I didn't want to have some kind of, of PROCEDURE and you hate me for it... and even from the very first scan, I loved him so much... he's my entire world... I couldn't even CONSIDER... getting rid of him. He's my beautiful smart baby boy and i would die for him"
Genuinely I think it would be real funny if Alastor is initially quite jealous actually for having to share you with a CHILD, but the more time he spends around the young boy, the more he realizes, oh, this is quite the upstanding young fellow! His mama raised him right and he likes to help around the house, likes to read lots of books, loves all kinds of music, helps his mother on all the crosswords and word searches and puzzle books, and he's smart enough to suss out pretty quickly, "sir are you my father"
and the second your son receives an answer, just, KICKING THE RADIO DEMON IN THE SHIN, "You're a horrible man!! You call yourself a gentleman but you left my mama to raise a baby all by herself!! You're terrible! Incorrigible! Disrespectful! Untoward!--" Your young son is breaking out the goddamn dictionary and synonyms on this man, "you lying, deceitful, devious, DEPLORABLE--"
And Alastor is watching this little kid threaten to beat his ass and not even caring that he's up against The Infamous Radio Demon, just shouting at Alastor until the young boy is absolutely changing colors in the face, getting SO SO upset for his mama that he's ready to FIGHT OVER IT, and Alastor is just, essentially, breaking out into laughter, "oh, so you ARE my son!! Aren't you a gutsy one!! Put JUST a little force behind that next one and it might actually sting a bit!" and pats the boy on the head. That settles it; he's accepted as Alastor's son like THAT
Of course, Alastor now caring for this boy does not come without its... complications. There might be some 'incidents' if you, for example, have other positive role models for your son, other men who are regularly coming around, making Alastor's new position as the boy's father and your not-quite-husband (yet) feel threatened and unstable and encouraging the Radio Demon to 'act out'. You're so happy to have Alastor back in your life that you don't even notice things are a little off until your son starts mentioning things like "Mama where did Mr Thomas go? He used to come by every Thursday to play chess but I don't remember seeing him for a while?" "Mama I know Benson has bullied me and pushed me down and stolen my things but I saw his mom crying outside the bookstore earlier saying he's gone missing and I think we should help look for him" "Mama I know Mr Alastor said we don't need her and he can teach me but I also like my old piano teacher. Could I have some lessons with her and some with Mr Alastor instead of just all of them with him? I miss Ms. Mason"
But like... you don't want to deny Alastor a relationship with his child after they both have already lost so much time and you don't want to deprive your son of his father without a good reason, so you stifle some of your suspicions. It's all for your son's sake, isn't it? And you can't help but, get a little selfish when Alastor insists on taking you and your boy out, going to see live bands, going to local events, taking your son to the county fair and you feeling tears in your eyes as, your boy finally gets to spend time with his father. It's like... it's like you're a real family... you've always wanted something like this, for him, for them, for yourself--
But... Alastor doesn't... see you THAT way, does he? He displays his emotions much differently than you, and there were even times in the past where Alastor himself drew the line in the sand that, oh yes you two were quite close friends, he has such a deep affection for you, but... romantically? Sorry, sweetheart, but no
... or so he thought. Now that he's back, he sees how deeply you love his son and sacrifice so much for him amd how much your son absolutely adores you and how, completely by yourself, without any of Alastor's help, you raised him into a fine young man that... the Radio Demon could see himself helping raise, a boy he can't help but feel a little pride in helping make and, can't help but feel a little sad he missed all sorts of important milestones for. And of course, of course of course of course, he missed YOU ever so much, and when Alastor looks up from his paper to see you at the stove, hair all out of place and your hands messy as you cook a meal for your son and his father, your little boy dutifully helping clean as you go, he can't help wish that THIS was how he spent his last 7 years.
Lucifer have mercy on anyone who tries to disrupt his new utopia of peace and tranquility. Could you even imagine, could you even fucking imagine you and Alastor are walking with your son and nearby TVs snap on and it's fucking Vox, showing your family on TV, talking shit to Alastor, using HORRIBLE language in front of your son--
And Alastor feels his love for you grow all the more as you use your own magic to surge through the television and begin strangling the newscaster right on the air, "DONT YOU DARE SHOW MY SON'S FACE ON TV YOU FUCKING--" and Alastor starts lovingly conversing with his son about how important it is to stand up for your family and your values as the pair of them watch you throw Vox around his recording studio in a frenzied rage, "You and your disgusting Vees always trying to peddle your worthless garbage to kids, you CREEPS!! BABIES DON'T NEED IPADS, RETINOL CREAMS, SKEEYEE DANCE ROUTINES, AND ATHLEISUREWEAR LEGGINGS THAT GO UP THEIR ASS, YOU CONSUMERIST IMMORAL SHELL OF A HUMAN BEING--"
Snapcut to you rejoining your family on the sidewalk with your hair a mess and visible blood on you while Vox is facedown on the floor in his broadcast unable to move before it cuts to a "technical difficulties, please stand by" screen. Alastor is oh so genuinely joyfully smiling, "Now who wants to go and get some waffles? I say we should celebrate any victory over our enemies with some tasty grub!!" and he takes you and your son's hands and is all but skipping down the sidewalk while his hated rival is bleeding out in his tower somewhere. Oh, Alastor will give the Television Demon his own revenge for daring to try and shame the lovely beautiful mother of his child and his beloved boy on that disgusting show. What kind of degenerate uses children for content, let alone threatens their safety? Alastor will be back for him later and do much, MUCH worse than you did.
For now, though? Alastor just wants to enjoy the sight of you and his son sitting in a booth with him while you all scarf down some hotcakes. A family of his very own, huh? How wonderful. If only his own mom were here to see it...
#yandere hazbin hotel#yandere x reader#alastor x reader#hh#sinprompts#god do you ever think about how people in hell feel miserable if their family is on heaven#you dont WANT your loved one to be suffering in hell but... if thwy were at least you could still see them#catch me crying out here piss drunk to alastor because my mom/granny are in heaven and he nods knowingly bc his mom isnt down there either
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Dad!haikyuu is everything! I imagine Omi being your fake date to a family gathering and he swoons at your interaction with the kids until an auntie shoves a baby in his arms and he’s like UHHHHH 🧍🏻”don’tcrushthisbaby don’tcrushthisbaby” And now everyone including yourself can’t take their eyes off him 😭😭😭😭
STOP I LOVE THIS
warnings: fake dating, fluff, cue flustered kiyoomi
One month ago Sakusa Kiyoomi took you aside during one of your usual hangouts with Atsumu to ask if you could pretend to be his girlfriend. Your brain told you over and over that this is a terrible idea, but you couldn't help yourself and said yes. Plus, it was one night at his mom's house. You already knew his family it wouldn't be to shocking to see you by Kiyoomi's side.
That's the thing. Your heart strings started to be pulled on the moment the two of you walked through the door and Kiyoomi let out a short, quiet "we're dating now." His mom's only response was to pull you into a hug and explain how she's been waiting forever for this. After greeting the two of you she told everyone the good news.
You felt terribly guilty for lying to her but Sakusa seemed unbothered. Maybe you were just being dramatic about the whole situation.
Somehow mid-way through the night you ended up spending most of your time with Kiyoomi's sister's kids. She was your favorite Sakusa. She also was the only one who knew you had a crush on her brother since middle school. She would help you get pretty for him, but it never worked. She claimed it did, but you never saw any progress. You and the children were in the basement playing with toys while a random kids TV show played in the background. The characters would sing and save the day successfully holding the attention of the youngest Sakusa. She isn't even one yet, but she has the whole family whipped except Kiyoomi of course. For some reason he tries to stay away from her leading you to never actually meeting the little one til today. She was adorable. She'd bounce her arms up and down while babbling to the song. In front of you was her older brother, and Kiyoomi's first nephew. He had toy trucks and a few random characters from animes you know and some you don't. You were helping zoom the cars around the basement, crawling on your knees still you looked up to see Kiyoomi has finally decided to spend time with you. You could have swore you saw his lip twitch before he stepped pass you and sat on the couch switching the TV channel.
Kaia, the youngest, immediately started crying when she couldn't hear the joy of a few cartoon pups saving the day. Quickly you ran over to her picking her up to help calm her down. You lightly bounced her on your hip while giving small shushes to the baby. You walked away from Kiyoomi because your pretty convinced by his actions that he doesn't like children. Which tears a bit of you heart knowing that you always imagined what having kids with him would be like. What a great dad he would be, but that's all in your imagination. The little girl begins to quiet down as you lift her up so she can stuff her head into your neck.
From across the room Kiyoomi watches you calm the baby with a red face. How are you so good at this? He's never seen you with a baby and from what he knows your not an aunt of any sort, unless you count Atsumu's dogs. He finally lets out a small smile as he watches you bring the baby up so she can snuggle into your neck, but as if the gods are against him. You turn around to see him watching you, and you tell the baby with a slight smirk, "baby I think your uncle Kiy wants to apologize," you walk over still holding the baby like a natural. Finally setting her down to crawl over to him on the couch. The older man trys to hold the baby like a puppy. He's never done this before and he's never felt embarrassed in his life. You giggle softly at his nervous face and tell him, "Kiyoomi that's not how you hold a baby," he can barely focus on your words when your giggles are enough for him to worship the group you walk on. He swears he enters heaven the moment he hears that sound. "it's good that your holding her butt but i think she wants to be facing you," You say as you scoot closer and reach to try and show him the proper way.
Kiyoomi leaned back on the couch and attempted to correctly hold the baby on his chest. One hand on her back and the other holding her butt up. As if Kiyoomi was a sleeping pill the little girl immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep on the tall man. "see it's not hard. Do you wanna take her to her momma? She seems sleepy," you said with small smile on your face. Not forgetting the little boy playing behind the couch you glanced over to make sure he was okay. God, Kiyoomi could help but want to ask if you wanted to be a mom right now.
Unmoving Kiyoomi stiffly shakes his head no at the though of having to hold this baby while moving. You srunch your eyebrows together in thought trying to understand why he's so stiff. noticing your confusion he squeaks out, "What if I break her?" and at first you thought he was joking but there was genuine panic in his features. He thought he was this cool collected guy, but you could honestly read him like a book.
"i'll be right here, okay? You're not going to break her," You nodded your head while you spoke to him in the calmest voice you could muster. Slowly he stood up and you redirected his hand so that it held up some of her head too along with her back. "you need to keep her head up. Baby's head's are weak," he nodded his head at your words like they were the gospel. Anything you said he would take it as the truth. If you said it, it was right. Cautiously walking up the steps to the family room. His whole family seems shocked to see the large man holding such a delicate baby. He takes a deep breath while he tries to pass the sleeping girl to his sister.
"whoa, what did you do to her? She never sleeps this heavy." His sister said in shock, "Kiyoomi you need to hold her more often," she continued. Then did you finally take in how red his face was. He was so flustered it was adorable. Quickly you took your phone out and snapped a picture of the boy without his knowledge.
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It was late and about everyone at the gathering had left except for Kiyoomi's immediate family. The baby girl was back in your and Kiyoomi's lap trying to decide who she wants to get attention from. You and Kiyoomi were shoulder to shoulder and at one point he brought his arm over to hold you even closer. After falling a few times on Kiyoomi and then gripping his shirt like a life line the little girl turned and crawled into your lap. You let a small Ha at Kiyoomi for her ultimately choosing you, but you take it back once the little girl tried pulling the top of you dress down to get to your boob. Kiyoomi quickly grabs the little girl and she starts crying sad that she didn't get fed. If you heard correctly you swore you heard him tell the little one that you would have milk soon but not now.
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It all fell Down.
Jason todd x reader
warnings: mentions of death, blood, sad jason. read at your own risk. Angst shit.
Notes: I cried writing this. good luck. and yes, I wrote a super cute smut a few hours ago and now this puddle of sadness. Maybe I should continue?
please comment.
"Stay with me, stay with me..." Jason's fingers passed over your face affectionately. Thick tears of fear left his face.
You were bleeding. Your wound was deep, a bullet hit you.
It was supposed to be the perfect day. Your wedding. Your white dress was now red across the entire length of your chest. Jason's white suit blouse was in the same situation.
You lost blood quickly.
"It's okay." Your voice was weak and you coughed. The bullet hole had pierced one of your lungs, making blood fill it.
"There's nothing okay. Just stay with me, okay?" Jason sobbed and held you tightly against him. "Don't leave me..."
"I won't. I'm with you, right there." You placed your hand on Jason’s heart. His voice was low. Your lips were turning purple. "Jay..."
"Don't talk, save your breath. Look at me, please" Jason had never cried so much in his life. "Where's the fucking help?!"
Jason shouted, his voice broken by crying. The entire Batfamily was trying hard to control the chaos that was happening. No one had understood where the attacks came from.
"Jay..." You called him again. his eyes were heavy. You knew you couldn't take it anymore. "I love you..."
"Don't! Don't say that!" Jason shook his head. Childish sobs left his lips. "Don't do this with me!"
"Kiss me..." your blood-stained hand went towards Jason's face.
Jason would deny it. But he couldn't. Inside him he knew his end was coming. He was just being selfish.
His lips kissed you with tenderness and pain. Fear. afraid to lose you
Your lips were cold. A heavy sigh left your lips. Your heart stopped.
A scream of pain left Jason's lips.
"No! No! NO!" Heavy tears were left, loud sobs and screams. "DONT LEAVE ME! No..."
Jason shook your freezing body.
"Wake up! come on! wake up!" Jason caressed your face "My love, my princess. Come on, you have to wake up. Let's get married."
Jason went into a state of delirium. He wouldn't accept it. No. The only one who loves him the way he is, the only one who wasn't afraid of him. You were just sleeping.
"You chose such a beautiful dress for me, huh?" Jason's voice was broken. The tears didn't stop falling. "I can't wait to fill our house with kids. We want three, remember?"
Bruce, Dick, Barbara, Tim and Damian had managed to stop the attack. They did not identify who sent the shooters. But that didn't matter now.
A tear left Barbara's eyes when she saw Jason kneeling on the floor with you in his arms.
Dick, Tim and Damian knelt in respect.
Little Damian let a few small tears fall. Tears that no one thought he would ever drop.
Bruce walked over to his son. He placed a hand on Jason's shoulder.
"Jason..." Jason ignored him and continued talking to you.
"Come on love, wake up. I promised to take you to London! We have to catch the plane in a few hours!"
"Jason." Bruce spoke more firmly.
"You're going to love Paris! You told me it was your dream to see that big tower! My French is terrible, by the way!"
"Jason!" It was Barbara's turn to call him.
Jason looked at her. Barbara shook her head.
Jason didn't want to believe it yet. He ignored her.
"Jason! She died!" Damian's voice was loud and tearful. Broken.
"No... not for me..."
For Jason it was just a nightmare that for him, he would wake up like every other time. But this time, it wasn't a dream.
you were gone. you died.
and Jason can't save you.
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Listening to Wyll's backstory in context of all the details we're acquiring on devil's contracts and soul selling is fascinating.
See - I listened to Lann Tarv's three tales to get my soul coins. I felt bad for making Karlach listen to that, obviously, but to be honest I didn't even want the coins that much. I actually wanted the stories. I wanted a better understanding of how this works.
And what I'm learning is - for the gods (and godlike beings) of this world, cruelty seems to be the point. I mean - it's possible there's a god in this world I wouldn't want to stab to death with a rusty fork, but if so I have not met them yet.
These beings have the power to save people and places, to change lives, to do anything. And when someone asks them to - they demand a terrible price. But they don't just demand a price. They subvert the original request in such a way that they utterly fail to deliver on the original promise.
An abused woman wishes to be loved - and her true love appears, but dies instantly. A man wishes to save his children from starvation, and ends up personally growing masses of meat on his own body - not only painful for him, but forcing his children into survival cannibalism, which they were trying to avoid.
Auntie Ethel works the same way. Every one of her customers is left in a tortured state, while Ethel still takes her payment.
The idea is that the person must come to regret their wish long before the payment comes due. Every cry for help must be met with a boot to the face. Or else the mortals will get uppity? Or something.
What is interesting is how consciously Wyll defies that. And how much Mizora is dancing around, trying to force him into that state of miserable regret.
Wyll was manipulated into selling his soul. He was a kid, and he was summoned into a terrible situation - and in that moment, he could see no other way to save the city. Mizora did need to save Baldur's Gate to serve her boss's purposes, so she couldn't take that victory from him - but she did everything she could to take the joy of it.
He didn't get respect, or admiration, or his father's pride for saving the city. He lost his home and his family. He was assumed to have done something monstrous because he was denied an opportunity to defend himself.
That was supposed to fill him with bitterness and regret - but he got to work building his own life instead. By the time you run into him, the Blade of Frontiers is a hero of some renown. He's remade himself, and found a way to enjoy what his powers can do, however he came by them.
So that didn't work.
Then Mizora sent him after Karlach, and that was a mission tailored to break him. Karlach is kind and heroic herself, and that the start she has been sold into slavery, mutilated and forced to fight in a war against her will. If Wyll killed her, and then found out who she really was, then he betrayed everything the Blade of Frontiers is supposed to stand for - and he would lose the life he made for himself.
But he didn't, and that didn't work either. He's got a friend, now, who at least knows part of what he's dealing with.
So Mizora gave him demonic features. That would destroy the life he's made for himself, because no one would trust him to help them.
Except now Wyll basically goes nowhere on his own, and a small army of people can attest that he got those horns and eyes as punishment for being a good man. Mizora might be able to shut his mouth, but she can't silence his friends - and the group absolutely have shouting sessions about everything. Wyll's horns become a battle scar, like his missing eye, and nothing more.
And beyond that, if you are playing as a heroic character, a significant throughline in the game's story is the journey of the tiefling refugees. The story makes it clear that these people experience a constant barrage of racism, due to their appearance and "demonic" heritage. It also makes it abundantly clear that this prejudice is entirely undeserved - they're just people, with virtues and flaws like everyone else, and what is happening to them is terrible. So Wyll turns up to assist a bunch of people whom he now at least somewhat resembles - and with Karlach along, you have two people in the group who technically count as "infernal", but haven't got an evil bone in either of their bodies.
Mizora created solidarity. Oops.
Wyll is deeply suspicious of gods and higher powers. He doesn't want to make more deals with devils. When Elminster arrives to tell Gale what Mystra demands of him, he explicitly says he does not do religion. When you get Mizora to agree to let his contract expire in six months, he starts by casually invoking the gods - but switches to thanking the player character instead, because he knows who helped, and who did not.
But he utterly refuses to regret the pact he made. That can be a struggle. He clearly misses his dad, and would like that relationship repaired. The fact that he was transformed very much against his will is clearly a source of distress from him.
But if he regrets, then Mizora wins. That's it. Game over. She gets what she wanted all along. So he doesn't.
The main companion characters all have this kind of problem, and naturally have different ways of dealing with it. You have characters like Shadowheart and Lae'zel, who were indoctrinated as children, or Gale, who was literally seduced by one of these nightmare deities - and with them you have to start out by convincing them they they were the wronged party in the first place.
But Wyll knows exactly what game he's playing, and he's been screaming defiance the whole time. It's just that, in his case, the "defiance" is grinning and carrying on every time Mizora inflicts some more bullshit on him.
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Gold Digger | Part Two
Summary: A broken plate can't be fixed.
Warnings: cursing.
A/N: hello, it's been a long time, but here it is. I want to apologize for the wait, I was sick and ended up at the hospital, but now I'm good. Thank you all ❤️✨️
Part one | Part Three
It's been a week since the whole incident. In that time, Kylian was blowing up your phone with calls and texts. He even tried to talk in person, but Ethan and Fayza weren't having it.
You were thankful with both Ethan and Fayza. They made sure you were okay. The night you left Kylians house, his mother was the shoulder you cried onto.
She was so embarrassed for his actions. Ethan even called him to berate his actions.
They loved you as family. For them, you didn't need a paper or a ring to become part of their family, your loyalty and unconditional love for the whole family was enough.
You planned on leaving Fayzas house and going to a friend's house, but she refused. Insisted on you staying for a little more.
But at the same time, the fact that you couldn't really mourn the feelings was taking a toll on you. So you explained that and your best friend and you became roommates.
Kylian wasn't at his best either. He fought with his father. But also blame himself for being so naive, believing things he knew you would never do.
He missed two games, faking being sick. Missed a whole week of training. Until Sergio and Achraf went to his house to check on him.
When he explained the whole situation to them. Sergio slapped him, and Achraf almost did the same but control a little more.
"You're so stupid," Sergio says angrily. "Es que, si sabes que ella no lo haría por que no la defendiste? Kylian, what the hell?" (It's just, if you know she wouldn't, why didn't you defend her?)
"Okay, time out." Achraf says, pushing Sergio away from him. "Go get something to drink, calm down."
Sergio did that. He was so mad at his friend.
To sergio, you were like a little sister, always helping him and Pilar with everything you can. Even Achraf held you to a big standard.
You were that person who's always looking for everyone and trying to help as much as you can without expecting anything in return.
"Bro. Look, I'm not judging, but why did you do that?"
"I'm so stupid Haki, I'm so fucking stupid."
"You fucking are" Sergio yells outside the room.
"My gosh, fucking kids. It's what you are." Achraf says, hands caressing his forehead. "My child is more mature than you, and he's not even five years old."
"Tell me what can I do?" Kylian cry out. "I don't want to lose her."
His friends didn't even know how to help him.
"Take this, you look like the shit you say you're." Sergio hands him some water.
"Sergio." Achraf growled. "Stop it, we both know he fucked up, he knows it, his mother, brother, and whole family knows it. Stop it."
"Hey, that's mean." Kylian says, finishing the water Sergio brought him.
"But the truth, asshole."
"Enough, I feel like I'm with my kids. If I wanted to fight, I would've called my ex-wife." Achraf says frustrated.
"Mira Kyky, I'm going to be honest with you, I don't know if you can get her to forgive you. Maybe some therapy, maybe some expensive ass gift, but you already know that's not her." Sergio sighs. "What you need to do is let her breath, take her time to cool down, as much as you think you can't fix everything. This is not a match. This is your life. So what I recommend is for you to let her have her time. Text her saying that you'll wait as much as you have to, for her to be able to listen to you. And then apologize, man, because that shit was terrible. Pilar me hubiera cortado los"
"We got the point, Sergio, thank you." Achraf interrupts. "But he's right. She needs space. This shit is fresh. You also need to think what you're going to say. Apologizing is not enough. But don't make excuses. That's not cute."
And that's exactly what Kylian did. He texted you saying that he was going to stop with the text messages and the calls. He was giving you the space you need. And it was up to you to decide how much time you need for him to be able to see you again.
You never answered, but you did read the text. Thankful for his decision.
When Kylian texted you that as much time as you needed, he meant it.
What he never expected was for you to take a whole two months. And counting.
His mother and brother were in talking terms with him. It wasn't easy, but he apologized with them too.
Now, his father was another story. Wilfrid tried everything to reach him. Nothing.
Kylian understood that it was his fault. But, he didn't feel comfortable with having a talk with him.
On the other side of the city, you were closing a very hard finals week. The last finals of your whole college career.
"So, now that we finished with everything." Your friend says. "Are you going to text him?"
You told her that as soon as your finals ended, you were reaching Kylian. Two months in her head were enough of a punishment for him.
Not for you. You want him to understand that what he did was something you were not okay with.
You could take his father disliking you. But you can't take the lies and accusations. You weren't a thief.
You can tell how many times you denied your boyfriend to pay for things for you. Dinners, vacations, even your college debt.
You also were the one in charge of his whole financial situation. You knew how much he earned in a month. You helped him with the payments and saving.
So, for him to even believe you were in possession of his cards was crazy. Even after you made the calls to block every single one of them. Making sure there wasn't any new charge.
"I don't know." You say. "I'm not sure if I feel ready."
"Well, you know you can always count on me. But if you ask me, it's been enough."
After that, you both said goodbye to each other.
You were walking back to your new place. It was close to your college and it was pretty.
Just when you were about to get there, you smelled the fresh coffee aroma, coming from a small coffee shop you loved.
"Well, I deserve it."
And you did, after the amount of deprived sleep and hard study sessions you went through.
You order your usual to go. Wanting to go home and relax.
"Y/n?" Someone calls you from behind.
You knew who it was. You even thought that acting as if you didn't hear was the best, but when he repeated your name, you couldn't.
"Hi," you say.
You felt lucky when, after that little, "Hi" the girl called your name and handed you your order.
"I have to go." You say getting out quickly.
"Can we talk? Please". He asks following you outside.
You wanted to be nice, you do. But you can't do it. His words, his accusations, everything is replaying in your mind.
"If I'm not even giving that benefit to your son, why would I do that for you?"
"Just let me apologize."
"I don't need your apology, sir."
"One minute."
You stare at him. You didn't want it. But at least after this he was going to stop.
"One minute, after I'm leaving." You say watching the time on your watch.
"I'm sorry for the accusations, for telling you those awful words and treated you like a thief and someone you're not. I'm sorry for ruining the best thing Kylian ever had. But you had to understand me. He's Kylian Mbappé and everything he has worked so hard for it's been also my and Fayzas work."
You scuff.
"Of course." You say laughing. "He's Kylian Mbappé and I'm just a broke college student who was ready to take all his money, right?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Oh, you didn't?" You ask sarcastically. "So let's see, if all his hard work is also Fayza and yours. Why does she trust me? Why can she see me for more than just my school debts? Why can she see me as someone who loves your son and not his net worth?"
"I worded this wrong."
"No, you didn't. And even if you want to fix it," you say, quoting the last two words. "Your time ran out. Please don't bother me again, I'm done with this situation for good."
You walked to your apartment, mad at everything. At him, at Kylian, at yourself. Even when you didn't even have a reason to be mad at yourself.
Without thinking you texted Kylian.
"Let's meet up at your house in an hour."
It was not the smartest thing to do, but the rage inside wasn't helping much.
You ask for an Uber due to the time all the cabs were busy. Plus, his house was a good forty-five minutes from where you live.
You knock on his door.
Even when you have your own key, this wasn't your home anymore. This was his.
"Hey," he says happily, opening the door for you to get inside. "It's kind of chill for just that cardigan."
You ignore him. Walking to the living room. The house feels different. The home you used to love is now just a place.
You feel like crying. It's like having an intense flashback.
"Can we talk?" He asked.
You nod, blinking the tears away.
"Yes, go ahead."
"Don't you want to sit?" He asks, confused. Your posture is like a rock. Hard and not easy to break.
"No, go ahead."
"Okay." He clears his throat. "I have to apologize. I know I fucked up. I was so wrong for not saying anything to defend you. I just want you to know that I don't believe any of that, never did, never will."
You interrupted his speech by laughing. "You don't? Then why did you let your father belittle me in that way?"
Your question take him by surprise. He wasn't expecting this.
"Well."
"No, I'll tell you why." You interrupted him again. "You're so up your ass, Kylian. You don't have an idea of what the real world is like anymore. You've been so glorified by everyone. Specifically your father."
The way his eyes are about to pop out of his head.
"And I'm so mad at you." You laugh again, trying to calm yourself down. "I've been the one who denied your offer to pay my whole debt, I was the one who helped you with money, with savings, with payments. I was the one who turned your additional cards when you offered them to me. Because I wasn't here for the money, I was here for you. I was here because I love you. Because I saw myself staring a family with you. I saw myself growing old with you."
"Let's just pause." He says breathless, even when he's not the one speaking.
"No, I'm not pausing."
"Okay, just, please let me finish."
"Save your apologies." You say.
"Amour. Y/n. Wait, I need."
"I needed you." You interrupted again. "I needed you to defend me. I needed you to say something, and not doubt me. I needed you, Kylian. And you failed me."
The burning sensation was consuming you.
"Please, we can go to therapy." He tries.
"Kylian, don't you get it?" You ask. "Even if I say yes. What's next? You stop talking to your dad for good? That's not what I want. Do you really think I can come back here? I can hear his words in my head, I blink and see him accusing me of stealing from you, and I see you taking his side, even when you didn't believe it."
"We can sell the house," he grabs your face. "I can have a new property tomorrow morning. Better, pick one, the one you want, as big as you want, as expensive as you want. But please, don't give up on me."
His eyes are shining with tears.
A part of you is saying, "forgive him," but the rational part of you is throwing that option out of your head.
"It's not about that, Kylian."
"Then what do you want? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. Everything." He cries.
You shake your head. Tears rolling down.
"I want you to let me go."
"No. Everything but that."
"Let me go, Kylian." You take his hands off your face. "I can't do this."
He hugs you, crying on your shoulder.
"Please don't go. You're my everything."
You only caress his back. Letting him cry.
He keeps begging, and with every word, with every sob, every tear you feel yourself breaking more.
"Kylian. Please let me go."
He hugs you tighter. "Please, no."
"Baby, please."
You can feel him tense because of the nickname. He let go enough for him to be face to face again.
"Tell me you don't love me anymore, and I'll let you go."
You shake your head. You can't.
"Don't do this to me."
"Tell me, look at me in the eyes and tell me."
"Let me go." You repeat. "Please."
"You can't say it because you love me. And I love you. We can get over this. I promise even if I have to spend my whole life apologizing, even if I have to tell you every day, how important you're for me."
"Stop, please." You cry. "We can't. I can't. I need time kylian. You say everything, I need time."
"How much?"
"I don't know, but I need it. I can't just forget and swipe this under the rug like it's nothing. We can't build each other again if we're both broken." You say holding his face. "You promised me years ago that you would never doubt me. And here we are, so I need you to give me space. Let me heal and heal yourself in the process. Make up with your family, go to therapy. And then we can go back."
His eyes were burning, and the tears fell like cascades.
"Can you promise me that you will be back to me?" He asks
You didn't have an answer because time and life were unsure. Life can change in a moment, just when you less expect it.
"I promise you that I'll work on healing. I promise you that if you need me I'll be here. I'll be your biggest cheerleader from afar. But I can't do it alone, you have to make your part."
He hugs you again.
It wasn't a goodbye.
But it hurt like it was.
He let go of you. Looks you from head to toe. It's like if he's taking a mental photo of you.
You pick your purse from the floor. Walking to the front door.
"Y/n" he calls.
You turn around.
"I love you."
"I love you too." You smile at him, closing the door.
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Family love(less). Chapter I
Self-Aware! Platonic! Yandere! BSD Characters x GN!Child! Reader
Self-Aware! Platonic! Yandere! Yukichi Fukuzawa x GN! Child! Reader
Chapter description: you woke up in unfamiliar place. Fukuzawa promise to keep your safe.
Warning: OOC. Platonic Yandere. Mental abuse. English is my second language.
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A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄🎅🧑🎄🤶☃️
Chapter I. Bodyguard's memories
The Park was quiet. No children's laughter. No adults talking with each other. No birds singing.
Only wind's howling.
But the Park wasn't completely empty.
There were six people.
Fukuzawa Yukichi, the bodyguard. President of the Armed Detective Agency in the future. Right now, a bodyguard, again.
He was cradling you. You were sleeping soundly, nested against Fukuzawa's chest.
On the ground were laying four of your relatives. Four people, on punishing whom Fukuzawa, Oda, Ranpo and Natsume insisted personally.
Three of your cousins. Their father, your uncle. Four people, who tortured them.
And who hurt and abused you.
Fukuzawa breath through his teeth. Your so-called family personified everything he (and others) hated.
Fukuzawa cradle you closer to his chest and walked towards the bench.
He kicked your uncle on his way. Their revenge will start, only after you and your relatives woke up, yet, Fukuzawa couldn't help it. After quick thinking, Fukuzawa kicked your uncle a few more times.
The man on the ground groan in pain, yet, didn't wake up. Slightly satisfied, Fukuzawa sat on the bench.
He, after making sure, that you are comfortably cradled in his arms, he started to think.
He had some time, before all of you wake up.
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Three months ago. After another session of "Read BSD together" video call.
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Fukuzawa was sitting in his office. He was hiding his face in his hands.
The words of forsaken Real People rang in his ears.
"Fukuzawa is such a terrible character!"
"Agree! How could anyone like an old bag like him!"
"And this is the great swordsman? A babysitter for a bunch of kids!"
Word.
After word.
After word.
Insult.
After insult.
After insult.
Aimed at him. Aimed at his detectives. At other organizations' members.
And with every insult come pain. With every insult, Fukuzawa felt, like he was drowning, teared apart. Tortured.
Fukuzawa can accept, that he and others can't be liked by everyone. And, while he despised of thinking about that, he understands, that not everyone will like stories about their life.
But this people hate all of them.
Hate them for simply existing.
For not reaching their expectations.
For being too kind, too cruel, too old, too young, too strict, too soft.
Fukuzawa hated Real People.
They only insulted them. Not even once Real People said something relatively nice about Fukuzawa or others. Only complaints and insults.
... Well, Readers said something nice about their looks from time to time. Yet, this comments didn't make the situation better.
"I am so tired of BSD. I can't even understand, why I still read it together with all of you!"
Fukuzawa, unheard to the real world, grumble under his nose.
"Then why are you still reading about us? If we bring to you only anger and boredom, why you torture both yourself and us?"
But, of course, no one answered Fukuzawa's question.
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Fukuzawa's thoughts were interrupted by movement on his lap. You started to woke up.
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You felt warm. Warm and safe. You were dreaming about being protected by someone.
But, it's just a dream, for sure. No one from your family would care enough to protect you.
You yawn, opened your eyes and looked around.
At the park. At Uncle Arnold, Rita, Monika and Rebecca, who were laying unconscious on the ground. And at Fukuzawa, who was looking at you, and his gaze was soft.
If it wasn't for Fukuzawa's grip, you would fell on the ground. But, bodyguard held you close, not letting you fall down and hurt yourself.
"Careful, kiddo, there's no need to be afraid." Fukuzawa's hand ruffle your hair.
"Who... Where... How?" almost squeaked you. You had no idea how you got here and what was going on. Fukuzawa continue ruffling your hair.
"Shh... Don't worry, you are safe here. Nothing is going to harm you, kiddo." His voice was shooting.
No one has ever talked to you with so much softness in their voice, or pet your head. Slowly, your fear disappeared. You sat still.
"Now, let's introduce ourselves to each other. I am Fukuzawa Yukichi. And you are?" Fukuzawa sound genuine curious.
he gives you no reason to think, that he already knew your name
"[Y/N]... Nice to meet you, sir" Mumble you under your breath. You were nervous, yet, you still remain polite. You don't want to be hit by Fukuzawa. Bodyguard chuckled.
"You have a nice name, kiddo. Say, what were you doing, sleeping on the streets?" Fukuzawa's eyes remains soft. You looked at the ground and shrugged.
"I don't know... I fall asleep in my bed. Woke up here." Fukuzawa chuckled, hold you closer to his chest and stands up.
"Well then, you can stay with me, for now. Let's find you something more suitable for walking down the streets." Fukuzawa takes a few steps towards the Park entrance, when you shake his shoulder.
"M-Mister Fukuzawa, but, my family are still here!" You point at four unconscious people on the ground. You looked down at them, feeling nervous. You knew, that they would ruin anything good, that is supposed to happen to you, yet, you were afraid of leaving them here. They would be mad at you.
they will hit you
You didn't notice Fukuzawa's glare, that he send towards your family.
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The new person, who start reading about them, weren't that bad.
They were a child.
And a sweet one.
Soft-spoken. Kind.
And utterly adorable.
They were nice to all of them.
Not a single insult were thrown in their way. The new reader didn't feel even a speck of hate towards them.
Such a contrast, in comparison to the previous... Readers.
They start calling the new Reader Guiding Light. Their hope in this dark days.
Yet, the voices of previous Readers remained.
And this time, they were hating on Little Guiding Light.
This four weren't an exception. And, the man was Fukuzawa's enemy.
Yukichi's eyes shrink, when he looked at your uncle.
Arnold... Despicable being...
"Hey, Little Rat, are you still here? Shouldn't you be in a sewer with the rest of your kind?"
"[Y/N], don't try to act smart. You are dumber, then a donkey!"
"You useless clod! Your mother's should have get rid of you, when she had a chance!"
Fukuzawa wished, he could break the phone's screen, go to your world, destroy your family and, finally, give you the father's love you deserve.
But, for now, Fukuzawa can only wait.
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Fukuzawa felt you shaking in his arms. Your voice sounded scared.
"P-please, we can't leave them."
'We can. They would leave you. They won't care about you. Stop caring about them only because you are related! Are you afraid, that they will punish you? Don't be! Your new father won't let them lay a finger on you!'
Fukuzawa wanted to say this.
Instead, he smiled.
It was the fakest smile in the world.
"Don't worry, kiddo, we won't be gone for long. I promise, that we will return in ten minutes. And, if they woke up before we return, then." Fukuzawa winks. "We will pretend, that we found them after they woke up. Deal?"
You looked at Fukuzawa and slowly nodded.
What remains of your childish curiosity has won.
Fukuzawa chuckled and walked towards the entrance.
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The clothing shop wasn't far away from the Park, so, you quickly choose your new outfit.
There were no salespersons, but, Fukuzawa assured you, that it wasn't a problem, and he will simply leave money on the counter.
'There are no other people in this world, except you, kiddo, your older brother Ranpo, your second new father Natsume-sensei, your future new third father, Oda Sakunosuke and I, first of your new fathers. And your relatives? I don't consider them as humans.'
Fukuzawa didn't say this out loud. He didn't want to scare you by mentioning your family.
You were too nervous, you didn't want make Fukuzawa to spend money on you, but, swordsmen firmly insisted on getting you new clothes.
You choose a simple clothes, that was good enough for taking a walk. When you changed, Fukuzawa lead you back to the park. He assured you, that he did leave money on the counter.
He grasps your much smaller hand in his.
For the first time, an adult hold your hand, to make sure, that you won't get lost.
Was it normal to like Fukuzawa more, than your actual relatives?
You still don't know, how you get here.
But, right now, this place was better, then home.
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When Fukuzawa and you returned, your uncle and cousins were awake.
Fukuzawa took a step forward, shielding you from your relatives.
People, who made him and others go through torture. People, who made your life miserable.
'You will never hurt my kid ever again.'
His revenge has officially begun.
#self-awareau#self-awarebsd#bungou stray dogs au#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd anime#bsd x gender neutral reader#gender neutral reader#yandere#platonic#familylove_less#SABSD_Familylove_less
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I love the headcannons sm!! Can you make some following headcannons, and what happens is: After the events of episode 6, Lutes little sister was also in the court without Lute knowing. Eventually, she confronts Lute, asks questions, and comes to the final that she doesn't like the whole "extermination", and tries sneaking out because of it (it can be onshot or headcannon)
✖️ Lute x angel kid fem!Reader platonic headcanons Heaven is a big lie 🗡
Lute was angry that Charlie and the traitor Vaggie had come to Heaven. But what angered her even more was that the Princess of Hell was trying to convince the others that sinners could atone for their sins. However, the main problem awaited Lute when she returned home. You were there and you were angry. It was the first time she saw you, the eternally smiling girl she loved and cared about so much, with such an expression on her face. When she asked you what happened, you asked her directly if she was really going down to Hell to kill souls. This was not what she expected when she returned home
She claimed that it was necessary. This was what she had to do so that Heaven would continue to have peace and tranquility. But you had a different opinion and you told her so bluntly. You were outraged that this had even happened. You've always been told that Heaven is a place where everyone can be forgiven, but now it turns out that you've been lied to your whole life. And the most terrible thing was that Lute, whom you trusted the most, lied to you. You were lied to by someone who was like an older sister to you
You have been talking about this topic for a long time. Lute tried to convince you that everything was not as it seemed at first glance, but you did not believe her. You saw it with your own eyes. She realized that you saw what happened during the meeting with the Princess of Hell and it complicated the situation. You locked yourself in your room and Lute hoped that in the morning you would be able to reconcile. She hoped that you would be able to understand that it was really necessary. However, in the morning, when you didn't come out for breakfast, Lute realized that the situation had only gotten worse
There was no one in your room and only the window was open, and there was a note on the table. You wrote about going to Hell to prove to Lute that sinners can really change. When she read your note, she couldn't help but scream. You really ran away from home, as if you were not an angel but an ordinary child. And she would have reacted much more calmly if the place you went to wasn't literally Hell. It was a dangerous place where the young angel had no place. She had to bring you home no matter what
Lute was going to get permission to go to Hell, but she realized that if someone found out that you had escaped, then you might have problems. The only one she could trust was Adam. Maybe he could help her go to Hell to find you. Lute guessed where you might be, so she intended to get you out of there as soon as possible so that Charlie and the others would not have time to inspire you with the nonsense that the Princess of Hell so stubbornly believed in. Lute couldn't let you stay in Hell until the coming extermination
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✦ ── SOMEONE WHO WANTS YOU: WHITEBEARD CREW
Relationships: Platonic! WhiteBeard Crew x Child! Reader, Platonic! Edward Newgate x Child! Reader, Platonic! Marco x Child! Reader, Platonic! Thatch x Gn! Reader, Platonic! Ace x Gn! Reader, Platonic! Izo x Child! Reader
Warnings: Mention of child abuse
Synopsis: What to do when no one in this world wants you? And what to do when for the first time you find someone who wants you?
Word count: 1,9k
Notes: This is my first imagine after a while without writing so I might be a bit rusty, I apologize for the translation English is not my main language. I'm going to apologize for the pronouns, the idea is to write with a neutral reader but how I translate the fics is difficult, since the neutral in Portuguese and English are different. I ask that you forgive me and read Imagining the pronouns that feel most comfortable
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His life was difficult from the beginning, his mother was the lover of a married boy from the small island where he lived, so when he found out that he had impregnated his mistress, he didn't like to become aggressive and abandon her. Your mom could have handled that awful situation in any number of ways, but she decided that blaming you for screwing up her life was the best way to go, so when you were born expecting to be welcomed with open arms and comfort, you were met with stares. disgust and disgust.
Of course, you weren't at fault, you were just a child like any other, pure and sinless. At first your mother wasn't really bad, as long as you didn't cry and cuddle her things would be fine. But as you grew up and became more like your biological father, something inside her awakened. A terrible fury awoke. It was then that the abuses prompted.
You weren't exactly rich, but soon she started to lose control and spend all her money on gambling, she started stealing both meals and even selling her clothes or toys to get more money. When you reached the age of twelve, it was clear from your appearance the suffering life you had had, your old and dirty clothes, your hair and skin not cared for, your eyes without hope and life. You're living in a world that made it clear it didn't want you, so life seemed meaningless.
So you ran away. Of course, your "mother" didn't mind going after you, maybe for her it was even better that the focus of all her anger finally disappeared. You ran as far as your legs could take you, farther than the small town they lived in. It was clear that you couldn't leave the island being so young and alone, so all you could do was run to a neighboring town that was further away from where you were born. At least there you could guarantee that you would be safe and far enough away from your former guardian.
It wasn't easy, you were small and fragile, you had to live off the pity of others and steal food in most cases. The adults were cruel and some even attacked you when they saw you stealing, throwing stones or leftover rotten food. Don't you think the people who want to help you all had their own problems, who would want a stupid kid to support? You knew that nobody wanted you, not your mother, not your father, not even those adults in the new city. You were just a burden. That's what you believed.
Then one day you saw the market getting more crowded, lots of unknown people were walking around and the traders looked both happy and worried at the same time, you weren't curious why. Getting ready for another day you bumped into a young man, the trick was simple: pretend to have accidentally bumped into someone and steal their wallet quickly. You were already getting better as the months went by, but just as you turned to run towards the alleys, a hand firmly gripped your wrist and you were forced to stay put.
"Easy there little one, you have faster em-yoi" The yellow haired guy said laughing, how did he realize that you stole his wallet? Desperation began to course through his veins and his stomach twisted at the thought of the motivation he could receive.
"What do you have there, Marco?" Another man approached, he had a long chestnut color and was carrying several bags. Next to him was another younger boy, shirtless and with black hair.
"What is it, a child?" The black haired one asked looking at you, he looked curious and confused.
"A petty thief, I guess" Marco, you seemed to understand, said and then took back the small bag of coins from your hand. You instinctively started pulling your arm hard as the tears started to flow, you didn't want to stand there and find out what your motivation for stealing was.
"What?! I can't believe you were stolen by a child!" The black-haired one spoke laughing, for him everything seemed like a big joke.
"I didn't get robbed, Ace-yoi" Marco corrected "I caught him before they could get away" He then turned to you, his eyes were serious though not causing the anger and disgust you were used to seeing. "Aren't you going to explain yourself? Small-yoi" He chuckled.
"Poor thing, he must be scared with that scowl on his face... Don't talk to him, talk to me, yes?" The man with the topknot placed the bags on the floor as he knelt down to be at your height, he reached out with his arm as if he was going to catch you. Scared, you simply screamed while using your legs that were loose to defend yourself, the problem was that you hit the guy square in the face.
"Thatch!" Marco and Ace screamed together and quickly his arm was released as both men turned to help their friend who was on his ass on the ground and holding his nose that was now bleeding.
You didn't wait another second before running through the crowd at te market. You heard voices shouting behind you but didn't turn around to find out if they were following you. When you were far from the city, deep in the woods, and your feet were already hurting, you knew you had run enough. You threw yourself against a tree while catching your breath, you had run too far and you hadn't even been able to eat, so now you were tired and hungry.
Not having the courage to go back to the market and have the chance to meet the same men and receive even worse punishment, you decided to curl up in the grass and get some sleep. Maybe at night you could go back and try to eat leftovers from the restaurants, it wasn't worth the risk of getting hurt if you went back too soon. So closing your eyes you let the light breeze and ambient heat settle you as they carried you off to dreamland.
Something was wrong. You were sure of that when you woke up with a jump, you frantically looked around, there didn't seem to be anything wrong, but your whole body said otherwise. You got up and started running while looking back trying to figure out if you were being followed. You could hear the sea and must have been starting to get closer to shore when you hit something firm and landed on your butt.
You screamed in pain and looked up in confusion, that's when you saw… A giant! You had never seen someone so big and immediately your eyes widened in shock as you thought how it was possible for someone to be so big. He had his hair tied back in a headband and wore a nice outfit but he was definitely not an ordinary person, in the background you could see a huge ship and several people walking with boxes and bags, both inside and outside.
"Then that's it?" He spoke, not to you, but to some men beside you.
"Look, we were going to look for you and you came running towards us!" Ace you recognized said excitedly "You gotta show me that kick again shorty, Thatch is still pissed off that you broke his nose!" Then he burst out laughing.
"Don't laugh about it" A man with long hair and strange traditional clothing spoke with some disappointment. He wore makeup and was extremely handsome. "Isn't this child too small?" He said looking at you.
"I told you he was tiny" Marco shrugged "But he had more quick ones to rob me in the market today, I thought it would get your attention, oyaji-yoi" He said looking at the huge man.
"Hm… let's see" the man raised his hand towards you and you immediately tried to run, but he was faster by grabbing your shirt from behind and pulling you off the ground. You fit in the palm of the man's hand and now too far off the ground you couldn't run away. "So, brat, what's your name?"
You looked around desperately, who were these people and why were they so interested in you? You initially thought they just wanted to punish you for stealing one of the members, but now your head was spinning and you thought you could be sold into slavery. You didn't want that! Then your body reacted and you bit down with all your strength on the man's palm, of course that didn't seem to have any effect, the only thing that changed was the man's face, which formed an irritated frown.
Tears were already starting to flow and you curled into a ball while thinking what they would do to you... That's when everyone started laughing, your face burned in embarrassment as you looked at everyone without understanding anything.
"They has grit, I like that!" The man holding you would laugh like he heard the best joke in the world.
"I told you" Marco laughed "When he realizes he's in an ugly situation he reacts, smart brat…"
The tall man placed you on the ground and knelt down to appear less threatening, the others beside him were smiling as if everything was going extremely well. You didn't understand exactly what was going on, but you were too scared to run away, so you just stood there waiting for someone to explain the situation.
"Let's try again, what's your name brat?" He said and now he looked a little less intimidating, although his face was still serious.
"(Y/n)" you said in a low voice, afraid to answer, you didn't know what they wanted with you.
"Hm… A good name for a little fighter… Tell me, are you alone?" You shyly nod your head "Don't you have a family?" Again you wave with a certain fear, then the man opens a gentle smile while moving his hand to lightly caress your hair "So come be my son, become part of my family, brat! You have fighter blood and don't give up easily , I like that" He chuckled again.
Did you look at him confused, son? What was this man saying? "You… You're not going to sell me into slavery?" You asked shyly, the men around made a little shocked face and looked really offended by your question.
"Slave? We are pirates but we still have morals!" The long haired man spoke.
"Yes, you don'twhat do you need to worry about, no one here is going to sell you or hurt you-yoi" Marco smiled patting him on the head "We just want you to be part of the family."
"Do you want?" His eyes glistened with newfound hope, were you really listening to that? Did anyone want you? "Do you want me? Really?"
The men seemed to understand their predicament, their gazes becoming softer and their smiles gentler.
"Yes, I want you as my son" The huge man said "My name is Edward Newgate and from today you are part of our family, brat, so don't worry about anything anymore, understood?"
You nodded as you felt tears welling up, for the first time being from joy. You were now wanted, you were now part of a family, with a father, brothers and you would have people wanting and loving you. You finally understood what this love you saw on the streets was and you were happy.
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Notes: I hope you enjoyed it, if you can tell me what you think I'll really appreciate it, it's my first story after a lockdown so I'm a little unsure, you can ask for a story too!
#one piece x reader#imagines#writing#one piece x you#one piece#onepiece#whitebeard crew#whitebeard pirates#whitebeard x reader#whitebeard one piece#marco the phoenix#marco the pineapple#portgas ace x you#portgas d ace#portgas ace x reader#anime imagines
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I really like Azure Lion as a character. Yeah, you can stop following me now. /j
But no, seriously, I like how LMK has adapted this particular character, given him way more potential complexity than his novel counterpart——not that it's a high bar, the LCR trio of JTTW are just demon warlords living in a literal human slaughterhouse.
Which is why I deeply dislike the take that "Oh, Azure manipulated SWK into fighting the JE! He's just using him like a pawn!" Like, wow, way to completely butcher two characters' personality and agency in one go.
Such takes reduce SWK to some innocent kid, when he is at most an impulsive, daring teenager who haven't met a single real obstacle so far——he robbed the dragon kings blind, and they couldn't do a thing! He struck his name and all his monkeys' names off the Book of Life and Death! What couldn't he do?
And Azure's failing isn't him telling a toddler: "You know what? Driving your tricycle into oncoming traffic will be real fun, trust me kiddo." It's letting his friend go way over the speed limit and not telling him that he should maybe, y'know, slow down, bc he'd seen his epic driving skills, SWK's the bestest driver he ever met, surely nothing would happen!
(And also, no one in that car is sober, except Macaque.)
What I'm getting at here is, even without Azure, SWK is not gonna be content with sitting on his mountain, eating peaches forever. Hell, he sure doesn't in the novel, where his demon king brothers are little more than namedropped NPCs.
He is always gonna want more, chase after greater destinies, drown out that existential ennui and fear of death at the back of his mind with bigger and bigger power-ups and the laughters of his companions.
He told himself he would be content after getting this one thing he wanted. That he could stop at any time. But alas, like any ADHDer, he will not stop at this one exciting thing, and sooner or later, the boredom sets in, and he gets ideas and impulsively leaps into making them reality.
That is the Mind Monkey at his worst: being a whirlwind of chaos, while unknowingly enslaved to his own chaotic mind.
(In the book, this is Wu Cheng'en's reminder to the reader that, even though you shouldn't keep your heart constantly under lock and keys, Neo-Confucian style, the other extreme——letting it go completely wild, disregarding all external rules and consequences, can be equally disastrous.)
And when that car was driven through the Celestial Palace's front door, off a bridge, and straight into a ditch, it was him in the driver's seat, steering the wheels the whole time.
Everyone else in that car failed terribly as friends when they didn't voice any objections, or try to get him off the driver's seat, or realize that cheering and egging him on is an awful idea, however genuine their blind trust was.
Like, they are certainly not helping, and made the situation much, much worse. If you let your buddy drive while under influence and hand him more beers in the car, even if you are also drunk out of your mind and aren't actively trying to get him into a traffic accident, you are a shitty, irresponsible friend.
But the thing is? SWK is still responsible for the consequences of his decisions. He could have stopped, by his own volition, and no one was holding a gun to his head and forcing him to drive. He, too, wanted this.
That, to me, makes a much more interesting narrative than "Poor innocent baby SWK was puppeted into becoming the Great Sage in Heaven by shady blue cat, how awful!"
Oh, and since I'm feeling particularly salty today, I'll also ask some last questions: is SWK so weak-willed and devoid of self-agency to you that he couldn't even OWE his most famous title, the Great Sage in Heaven, 100%, without being manipulated into it?
Is SWK so immature and unintelligent to you that he is incapable of being a genuine idealist or rebel, that he cannot agree, out of the depth of his heart, that the Celestial Realm sucks balls and needs better management?
TL;DR: Havoc! Era Azure Lion isn't some cult leader brainwashing this kid into becoming his figurehead. He's the dumbass who's too busy staring at his teenage crush to care about the blaring police sirens.
Also, I had a bit of an epiphany after writing this: why am I so annoyed by people reading Azure's idealization of SWK as him intentionally manipulating and love-bombing him? Because it is a very western and modern reading.
For someone with traditional Confucian beliefs, it is perfectly normal——it is what you are supposed to feel, as a liege who has found your just and virtuous lord.
If Romance of the Three Kingdoms existed back then, he would probably describe himself as the Guan Yu to SWK's Liu Bei, however wonky the analogy was.
(Gosh, now I want a "Four Classics read each other" crossover.)
I'm not saying it is healthy or wise. But under this context, putting your lord on a pedestral was normalized, and even encouraged, as the virtue of a righteous gentleman. It was the sort of ideals romanticized culture-wide. NOT having such beliefs would probably make you look weird.
And since the Celestial Realm in the novel is a parody of Confucian hierarchy in a Daoist trenchcoat, it was really no surprise that an idealistic ex-celestial soldier would hold the same beliefs.
To torture the analogy further, the problem is that he was trying to be the Guan Yu to SWK's Liu Bei, when the Brotherhood had more in common with the Bandits of the Marsh, down to their giant downer ending.
#lego monkie kid#azure lion#lmk azure lion#lmk sun wukong#sun wukong#rant#chinese literature#journey to the west
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Well, today I had the entertainment of having a dental hygienist schedule me for my next cleaning to make sure that she was the one doing the cleaning, so that she could hear "the end of the story". It was definitely a uniquely entertaining tooth cleaning.
You see, I got a message from Jacob while I was in the waiting room, telling me that... Well, the situation with my mom, who lives in our basement and is causing us problems I don't really need to get into, had deteriorated even further. So when the hygienist went to take my blood pressure, I was like, "oh actually, it might be really bad right now, cuz I just got upsetting news, don't worry about it." And then it was, in fact, fairly terrible. It's always been great before, and was great in their records, so we called that one a scratch.
But naturally she was curious to know what had my blood pressure through the roof. Presumably if I'd brushed it off she'd have respected that, but I was like, hell, why not, it's some pretty wild gossip. So I told her the basic outlines, and actually it was good for me, because at some point I'd really started to give my mom a little too much credit, trying to keep the situation peaceful. The hygienist gave me a fresh perspective of like, "wait so why is that even a problem for her?" And at a couple points there seemed to be surprising parallels with her life. So when I was done, and hopefully less likely to pop a blood vessel, I said, "Well I gave you the goods, I think you'll agree, so fill me in on your story!"
Because after all I was about to have her hands in my mouth for fifteen minutes, so my turn with the talking ball was definitely over.
She's like, "Alright, but fair warning, this might be more uncomfortable for you than me." And naturally I say something to the effect of, "Oh nah I'm cool with most things", and she gets to work.
"So ten years ago," she begins, "my husband died."
Me: *indistinct noises of shock and dismay* What's that one Twitter thread--"I know, classic start to a funny story."
Anyhow, short version, her husband died, she had a two year old to take care of, and she was working as a social worker and feeling like she couldn't take another day of it. So she quit her job, sold her house, moved back in with her parents (she got space in the unfinished basement, the baby got her old bedroom) and trained to become a hygienist. It certainly hadn't been her plan to still be there ten years later, but hey, she had help with the kid, he comes home to his grandparents every day instead of her scrambling to find a situation for him until she gets off work, and she feels spoiled to have her mom cooking for her. It's not perfect, but the way she sees it, it's been much better this way for her son.
So now she's gotta wait six months to find out if we get a mediator and how we settle the situation. Which I guess means I gotta actually settle it. God I hope.
As we were saying goodbye, I said, "Wait, I didn't get the punchline. Are you happier as a hygienist?"
"Oh. Oh yeah. Absolutely."
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Kat watches Moon Knight
Okay, so with the encouragement of several people on here and the emotional support of my roommate, I have finally (in February 2024) started watching Moon Knight, a show whose basic concept scares the shit out of me.
Context: I had an adopted older brother with DID. Note that I said "had". That's past tense because life treated him so appallingly poorly that he died (horribly, in prison) when I was 19. Part of that abuse was enabled by pop-culture depictions of DID in the 1980s and 90s that convinced everyone who knew about his condition (including the court system) that he was a walking time bomb.
One of my earliest memories is of my brother as a young adult, playing Super Mario Bros with my toddler self. Another is of him patiently teaching me how to make friends with a large dog. I never met any of his alters, afaik; I was small and cute and safe for him to be himself with, so he probably didn't need them around me. He was a profoundly gentle man when he was allowed, and it hurt like hell to see him turned into a monster in movies and on TV. I've turned off a lot of "psychological thrillers" in sorrow and disgust.
Ironically, I loved Moon Knight comics as a kid in the 90s, BEFORE he was retconned to have DID circa the mid-2000s. Because those comics came out right after my brother died in 2002 and leaned HARD into making people with DID seem like violently unstable monsters (for reference, see the cover of Moon Knight: God and Country), I stopped reading them around 2008, when I couldn't take being poked in the trauma by a comfort character anymore.
But I do love Werewolf By Night, and there's been a lot of good fic mashing Jack up with Moon Knight without dehumanizing anyone, and several people have encouraged me to try the show. So this post will be a place for my thoughts as I try to work my way through with my Essential Editions in one hand and my memories of my brother in the other. I'll add to it as I watch.
If this entertains the Moon Knight fandom or provides useful fic reference, so be it. Just don't be jerks on my post.
Also, anyone who chooses to be shitty about my brother will be eaten by bears. I don't make the rules.
Episode 1
Okay, we open with Steven as our POV character, and he's...convinced he's a sleepwalker. All right, not terrible. Steven is now a bumbling nerd, which is probably an improvement; good luck making a billionaire playboy sympathetic in the 2020s. Jake would be the logical everyman POV from the comics, but I understand from fic that he's got a different role now. I'm confused about the accent, but it's only episode 1, and Steven clearly doesn't yet know who Khonshu is, or that Marc exists, so obviously there's a ways to go here. (Is Marc ... undercover inside Steven? Ugh, this is a trope I have seen and do not like.)
Did Marc kill Steven's fish? Did Khonshu kill Steven's fish? I'm baffled by the fish. Which is a nice break from the larger anxiety. I'm gonna try to worry more about the fish.
The bits with Steven losing time and finding himself in odd situations were distressingly close to the old tropes, but both of those happened to my brother, so I'm not going to bitch about them quite yet. I want to be as fair as I can.
Oh, hey, I recognize Harrow from the comics. What up, dude. How's the cult biz treating you?
The end of the episode, with the jackal thing chasing Steven into the bathroom, came RIGHT up to the line for me. I realized that what I was most afraid of was that the story would assign "good" and "bad" labels to the alters--make Steven the sweet, innocent one and Marc (or maybe Jake, I guess) the monstrous killer. The early flashes of Steven covered in blood didn't really help allay that anxiety. And now Marc is demanding that Steven let him have control in a pretty threatening manner. But so far, it seems like the contrast between Marc and Steven is one of competence--Marc is better at fighting and Steven is better at ... panicking? Unclear. At least Oscar Isaac is playing the protagonist, so his character(s) might remain sympathetic. Nobody has been monsterized quite yet.
I finished the episode with every muscle in my body locked up, waiting for the emotional punch in the face. But I did finish it, and I think I'm gonna try episode two.
#kat watches moon knight#moon knight#marc spector#steven grant#i guess I'm processing trauma again#hello trauma my old friend
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AITA for being semi-close to someone a lot younger than me?
This is something I've been worried about for a while, but it's become more prominent lately after me seeing several people say it's inherently creepy for an adult (or even just way older person) to be interacting with a child. And I really don't want to be like that, I don't want to hurt a kid ever, especially since I know what it's like to be groomed myself.
So I (18F) have known this kid (13) for about 3 years now. They reached out to me online because of similar interests- mainly in games and in YouTube channels, and we bonded a lot over that. They didn't have their age in their bio so I didn't immediately know their age, but I did find out a few months in.
Over the course of when we've known each other I've been as careful as I can to be age appropriate. I never bring up anything sexual for obvious reasons (the only time it ever came up was them asking what a sexual term meant, which made me very uncomfortable and I tried to change the subject... to which they started repeatedly inappropriately using the word. They ended up looking up the definition and where horrified. Even that conversation makes me feel wrong).
I also make sure to not put any of my personal issues on them. I couldn't always hide when I was upset- both because for the first year of us knowing each other I had unmedicated ADHD that made my mood swing a lot, and for the past 2 1/2 years or so I've been in a very toxic relationship that I still don't know how to get out of and quite frankly, am scared to get out of because I don't know how they'll react if I do actually leave them. Do to this, there's been times they could tell something was off and would ask me what's wrong. I avoided telling them as much as possible, just giving them something vague and reminding them that it's not their responsibility to help me, because they would always try to help cheer me up, and even that didn't feel right because they're a kid. They should be focusing on themself, not me. The worst of this though, is there was a time I was struggling heavilly with suicidal thoughts. I was planning to attempt, and sent out a vague "goodbye" type message, trying not to make it too obvious what was happening. They caught on though. They weren't the one who helped me calm down from that but I still know how awful it is to be sitting there, scared you're going to loose someone important to you. Especially for a kid. I've apologized for that happening many times, and it hasn't repeated, but every time they just go "It's fine, you were a struggling kid too back then" as if that makes that okay. It doesn't feel right.
Throughout the 3 years we've known each other, I've also tried to help out where I can with several issues they've had. Which was pretty much just me giving advice for how to handle difficult situations where I felt I could, and offering comfort and reassurance where I couldn't. Among other things, I helped them recognize several instances where other people they met online where intentionally trying to groom them. I explained to them that it wasn't normal for someone my age to want to be with them/find them attractive, because there where several instances of them telling me of 15/16 year olds getting with them. That no responsible person my age would be doing that to them, and that it wasn't okay for them to do that.
Because of the help I've given them, I notice they look up to me quite a lot. They have told me they see me as a role model and "the best person they know" (I can guarantee I'm not, and have tried to get them to not see me that highly because that seems unhealthy). They even see me as a sort of parental figure, including calling me parental-like names. That by itself I don't mind too much, I know they had a terrible home-life and didn't feel they could actually look up to their real life parents. So if I am giving them something I think every child deserves to have (a parental role model they can look up to), I'm glad. I just worry I'm not as good a role model for that as they think I am, and that I'm a creep, just like the ones I have gotten away from them in the past. I do care about them a lot, and do see them in that sort of familial way, and I want to protect them and help them have a better life, because I know they have struggled a lot and if I am able to help them, I want to. But I'm worried I'm causing the same harm that has been caused to me, and that others have tried to/have caused to them in the past without even realizing what I'm doing wrong. I don't want to be like those creepy assholes.
AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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Forbidden love (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader)
Summary: Soap fell in love with you and Ghost was there to support him as he tried to win over your heart. What he didn't expect was falling in love with you himself--and you returning his feelings.
Warning: No warning. A little angst. The end is fluff. Soap was supposed to find them but I don't want to hurt my boy.
Shortly after you joined the team, Soap became obsessed with you. He followed you around like a lost puppy, always eager to have a conversation, always ready to help when needed. He became your friend, a confidant you could trust during your missions.
He often told certain things about you to Ghost, as if he was the annoying little brother who couldn't shut up about his latest crush while also asking for the advice of his more experienced big brother. The lieutenant didn't mind in the beginning, he was aiming at giving Soap as much help in this situation as he could.
Ghost could only hope the sergeant's advances wouldn't ruin your teamwork. After all, Price kept working with Gaz most of the time and left Soap and you under his command. It didn't take long for the three of you to build a great little team, and Ghost didn't want to lose that over some stupid heartbreak.
But as it slowly became obvious Soap's efforts were fruitless, the mood started to change. The Scot began to feel depressed, his replies usually shortening to one word or a single sentence in your presence. When they were alone, he often talked to Ghost about how sad he was because of your indifference.
"Being friends with her isn't enough," he once said on the brink of drunkness. "But every time I make a move, she ignores it. She brushes it off and acts like it was either a joke or nothing even happened."
Ghost patted him on the shoulder before taking a swig of his beer. What was he supposed to say to that? 'Don't worry, she'll come around eventually?' Or 'she might not even realize you're flirting with her?' Neither of these sounded right, and in all honesty, he wasn't sure he could be supportive in this situation.
Because there was a problem. Ghost wasn't only talking to Soap. He talked to you as well. And the more you talked, the more he began to like you. You were disciplined, hard-working, kind, funny, and definitely easy on the eyes. You had everything he was looking for in a woman.
He couldn't let Soap find out, but with time it became a bit hard to keep his feelings a secret. His eyes often found you, like when his gaze was fixed on you as he drank his morning tea. He would have given up everything to have a chance to kiss you and hold you close. He wanted to know how soft your skin was, how your lips tasted.
One night, a few months into his suffering, he couldn't fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you being happy with him, either out on a date or in his bed. But that wasn't real and there was very little chance that it would ever become reality which made it a hundred times worse. So he didn't sleep, instead he went outside for a walk in the chilly night air.
He closed his eyes and let out a groan when he saw you lying on a bench, looking up at the night sky. He should have turned around and walk somewhere else but something drew him towards you. "All by yourself?" he asked when he got closer.
You sat up and gave him a sweet smile. "The stars are beautiful out here," you replied.
"Stargazing? Nice. Mind if I join you?"
"Some company would be nice," you admitted as you moved a little so he could sit down.
Ghost leaned his head back and looked up. You were right, it was a beautiful sight. But when he looked back at you, he realized these stars couldn't compete with you. "Do you know the constellations?" he suddenly asked. Back when he was a kid, he loved to learn about them. It was his way of escaping all the terrible things that were happening in his life.
"Not really. But I remember some ancient Greek stories about them."
"Can I tell you a secret?" You nodded and he leaned a little closer as if it was some conspiracy. "I feel like I was Orion."
You laughed in the most adorable way at this. "What? The woman you love might accidentally kill you because of the tricks of a jealous brother?" you asked incredulously.
If Soap found out he loved you, who knows what would happen. "There's a small chance," he said in the end.
"You have quite a wild personal life then, lieutenant."
Ghost shrugged. "I'd call it complicated."
The two of you sat there in silence, looking at the sky and appreciating the view. But after a while he noticed out of the corner of his eye that you were watching him with a concerned look on your face. He took a deep breath then turned to you with a questioning hum.
"Johnny seems to be under the weather lately. Or is it just me?" you asked.
"No, he really is."
"I asked him what's wrong but he just forced a smile on his face and said it was nothing. I thought we were friends."
Friends? Oh, you couldn't be more wrong. Maybe it was time to find out the truth. What Soap did was unhealthy, he should have given up trying a while ago. Being friends was still better than not having you around at all, he should finally understand that.
So Ghost inhaled deeply and looked at you again. "There's something you should probably know about him. He doesn't necessarily see you as a friend. Along the way he fell in love with you, but lately he realized you don't have the same feelings for him."
"I didn't know," you said quietly.
"Yeah, I had a feeling you just didn't notice the way he kept flirting with you."
Laughing, you scratched the back of your head. "I'm terrible at that. Always has been."
Under the mask, Ghost couldn't help but smile. You were so cute when you were embarrassed that he just wanted to reach out and pull you into a slow, soft kiss. Just to help you relax a bit. No big deal.
But no, he couldn't even think about that. You were off limits.
"Simon, there's something I need to tell you," you suddenly spoke up, your voice surprisingly serious.
Fucking hell, what were you doing to him? Just hearing his name roll off your tongue so sweetly made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. "Ghost. Riley. Lieutenant. Call me anything but Simon," he said sternly, hoping he would never have to go through the torture of hearing it again from you.
You tilted your head to the side a bit as you tried to figure out why he had a problem with this. "But that's your name."
"Don't push your luck, sergeant."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I just thought--"
"Don't think," he snapped.
Gulping, you moved a little away from him on the bench. "Did I do something wrong?" you asked cautiously.
Letting out a sigh, Ghost looked away. "You didn't," he replied, unable to look you in the eye after his outburst.
"Then why are you so harsh with me?"
"I have my reasons."
"But you won't elaborate, I guess."
"No," he confirmed.
Deafening silence fell between you after his answer. You got comfortable on the bench, leaning back and looking up at the sky again as if he wasn't even there. Suddenly he began to feel lonely, even though you were sitting right there next to him. Well, physically you were there, but your mind was up in the sky by now.
He was thinking about going to bed despite being sure he wouldn't be able to sleep now. But something told him looking at the ceiling would be better than ruining your evening with his presence. You had been here first, it was him who had to leave.
When he began to stand up, you suddenly broke the silence without looking over at him. "I'm gonna ask Price to let me transfer somewhere else," you said.
"You want to leave us?" he asked as he sat back down.
"Yes. I've been thinking about it for a while."
"Why?" But you didn't answer. You didn't even turn to him. With a groan he grabbed your chin and forcully made you look at him. "I need to know the reason," he told you.
"Personal reason."
Personal? What could that be? "Did Johnny do something stupid?"
"He didn't do anything," you replied, giving him a pointed look for accusing the fellow sergeant.
"Then why?"
You shook your head as much as you could while he held you tightly. "It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me. Am I the reason? Did I say or do something?"
"You're my superior," you said, as if it would explain everything. Ghost gave you a questioning look, but you just shrugged. "That's all."
"I don't understand." Nothing. You remained silent. "Y/N, I'm begging you, tell me."
"I," you began hesitantly before falling silent again. "Oh, fuck, I could just as well tell you since I'm leaving. I shouldn't have feelings for my superior, that's it. I'm so sorry, I can't help it. It would be for the best if I just left."
He shook his head and moved his hand from your chin to your cheek. Even though he still had a hard time accepting that he did hear you say this, his brain worked on autopilot as he said his next words. "Don't leave. Please, just stay here. We'll figure something out," he added as he caressed your soft skin.
"Ghost, I really like you," you began, leaning into his touch. "Every time we talk, I find something new I love about you, and this hole I'm digging for myself is getting way too deep. I can't get out anymore and it slowly ruins my life because I can't think and can't breathe without you."
"Then I'll be your ladder. Look, I… I've been harsh with you because… God damn it," he cursed angrily before pulling his mask up to his nose and closing the gap between you to kiss you passionately. "You're driving me crazy," he muttered against your lips.
You giggled into the kiss before finally leaning back a little to look him in the eye. "That wasn't my intention."
"Trust me, you don't have to do anything for that result," he informed you as he pulled down the mask.
"What are we going to do now?"
"What do you mean?"
You shifted on the bench so you were now lying on your back with your head resting in his lap. "You're my superior, we can't be together," you explained as you reached out to intertwine your fingers with his.
"We will keep it a secret," he said with a shrug then buried his free hand in your hair.
"And if someone finds out?"
"We'll be careful."
"Johnny will pick up on it. We work together all the time, he will notice if the way we communicate changes," you pointed out.
"Then let's make sure he won't. Just trust me, okay? And don't you dare talk to Price about transferring," he warned you, making sure it didn't come out as an order.
Ghost couldn't believe it was happening for real. Just a couple of minutes ago he was trying to push you away for your own good, and now he was sitting there hand in hand with you. How in the hell did this happen? But it felt right, as if the two of you had been heading in this direction all along.
He moved his hand out of your hair and began to stroke the skin on your neck absentmindedly. The two of you began to talk about silly little things to pass the time, and his face began to hurt from smiling so much as he listened to you. He wondered how he could deny having feelings for you for this long.
It was so easy to love you, came as natural as breathing. And he never wanted to let you go.
#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#call of duty#fanfiction#fanfic#ghost x reader#ghost
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WhAT IF ANGST,,, What if,, Big movie fight fucked up child and father relationship (draft of an idea I'm working on)
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Your feet dangled by the side of the building, the sun at it's peak, however the cold howling winds of winter wouldn't allow your body to grow warm even if you wished to– Your body spurred with bitterness and sorrow as you continued to scarf down your hamburger and milkshake, attempting to drown any negative emotions down with the food (failing as you did so)—
It was too quiet for you, the silence was so loud, it followed with the gushing of the wind, the atmosphere didn't feel like home, not like how it used to anyways— You sighed as you finished your meal, pinching the bridge of your nose– You let yourself live with the static of your mind for a moment before putting on your mask and leaping off, you couldn't stay in a universe for too long, he'd come running after, and you didn't want it, you never wanted to see his face again, not after knowing what he had done, what you had seen him do
‐ ★☆★-
It was terrible, really, you'd thought you'd seen it all with your father, but you were wrong, and for the first time, you wish you weren't—
You'd seen the animal your father had slowly build himself to become, how he treated people as far less than usual, how he'd snap at any small mistake or quick quip, throw things as an outlet for his (unjust) anger, how he'd almost become physical with others– And how his love and kindness for you slowly seemed to decay, turning into nothing more than dust in the wind-- Life drained from his soul before you could even reach out to help, for what?
An anomaly
One that had torn holes through the multiverse (although it wasn't really his fault, the poor boy), that "killed his own spiderman" (as your father put it), a kid that was a mistake, shouldn't have been made, born— You thought you could brush it off, you all did, thinking it was just another harsh Era, except this one was a little harder than the others, maybe it'd be over soon too, something you could laugh about later, dust it off your shoulder-
Until you had seen how angry, he had become, how he fought like an animal that tore through everyone and everything just to get his hands- no- claws and dig them at the boy's skin— Miles didn't deserve this, everyone knew, this was blown out of proportion, but it was too late, he was out for blood, eyes bloodshot with rage- How he'd carelessly treated Gwen and how bitter he was towards Peter, the one who had stuck by his side no matter what–
How coldly he treated you
His child, what he called his pride and joy
"I thought I raised you better than this, yet you're sticking by his side, aren't you?"-
You clenched your jaw at that, looking down, everyone stared at you both, almost expectantly, like something great would be spoken between you both and everyone would be released from the hectic situation, but instead the tension was thick, bubbling with so many emotions, and no sound ever came from your throat— You scoffed, your fists tight, you bit the inside of your cheek as to not yell at him, you turned on your heel as you heard him muttering something about 'disappointment'– That just made you speed walk, biting your bottom lip as you fought off tears
———
Miguel teleported to Earth-42 as he continued his chase, organizing a quick strategy as he did so— Utilizing his (so called) Gizmo to check all locations as he spoke with Jess and Ben--
"Hey Migueeeel!~"
His eye twitched in annoyance, now was not the best time for Lyla to be playful with him, she probably knew that‐ scratch that, she was sure of it, but chose to anyways, he'd probably have to update her later if she kept doing this–
"What now? Is it any updates on locations? Because if not I don't wanna hear it"— He pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke
"Ouch, you don't wanna hear about how mini you ran off and can't be located currently? Alright then" — Lyla looked at her nails as she said that oh so nonchalantly, Miguel's heart dropped as his stomach churned-
" Send a crew to locate them immediately "
‐ ☆★☆ ‐
Miguel now lives with the burden of his words and the weight of his actions on his mind, running after you and chasing you endlessly, while you may never stop running away— Away from the beast's sharps claws and deadly teeth
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A/N; YES this is gonna be a full on fic and this is like? The intro to it? In a way? Yea, anyways get uh ready ig wooooo *expldoes*
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara angst#me when i resemble the pinch of bridge of nose as a child and father sorta thing smirks#anyways this is gonna be calledddddddd#★ Villain - Miguel & Child
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