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i-cant-sing · 4 months

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I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere batboys #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake #yandere jason todd

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madwomansapologist · 4 months

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gift exchange with baldur's gate 3 companions

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synopsis: As the end of the year approaches, the group united by worms decides over starting a tradition: exchanging gifts!

warnings: i don't think there is any...? this can be seen as tavrem or just platonic. ASTARION FLIRTS. i use tav as a nickname for reader, so... i made the sortition on a site so this is really random. i swear. like y'all wont't believe me, but it's random. also, i love those weirdos. just thought i should said that. happy rest of 2023 for all of us!

After losing a bet, Gale was responsible for starting what soon will be a tradition among the almost honorable group.

Gale stood up from his place near the fire, an unopened package floating beside his body, making a little flourish. "When I found out who companion I would gift, an immense honor took over my chest. My virtuosic―"

"Chk," Lae'zel crossed her arms. The look on her face was clear: she was daring Gale to dare her. "Humanoid, use fewer words."

Gale breathe in, so close to losing it. One things is to be disrespected, an that he can bear, but to be interrupted? He prepared jokes, and it would even rhyme. Decided not to be the one that would ruin the night, he ignored her.

"To sum up," he smiled at Lae'zel. "What a honor to put a face to the name, Blade of Frontiers."

Wyll hugged Gale, patting his shoulder affectionately. "The honor is all mine to meet such a renowned wizarding prodig."

Gale handed over the package, and then sat back down by the fire. The wine goblet returned to the wizard's hand.

Wyll's smile gradually died. From the packaging, he took out a book. "General Theory of Contracts and Unilateral Acts?" He glared at Gale. "What should this mean?"

"I'm just helping my friend," Gale took a sip. "So in the future you won't sign any appealing contract."

Facing the book that soon will be burned, Wyll regret getting into debt with Tav just so he could buy the perfect gift.

Wyll picked up the bag left on the log, and ignored Shadowheart's giggles.

"In this year full of surprises, good ones and horrible ones, but meeting this person..." Wyll breathed. "Gale, you worthless cunt. Astarion, I hope you like this."

Astarion took the gift with his fingertips, excited to have guessed who had drawn him. He told Karlach that Wyll was acting strange lately. He didn't thanked Wyll, that is something he'll only do if his gift is good.

When he touched what was inside the bag, he knew that the fabric was of quality. And upon seeing the details of the black ensemble, Astarion's smile became real.

"Oh, darling," he purred. "You spoil me."

With a smug smile and a hesitation to provoke his companions, Astarion continued.

"To show that I am capable of doing the right thing from time to time," Astarion licked his fangs. "I spent arduous weeks collecting what I would need for tonight's best gift."

Everyone booed him.

Rolling his eyes, Astarion took the chest from his tent. "I smell the scent of jealousy coming from all of you," said Astarion. He stopped talking, just to play with everyone's feelings. "That one is to my sweet leader."

You cheered as you stood up. If there's one thing no one can say about Astarion, it's that he doesn't have good taste. After all, there is a reason for why he chose to bite you.

"Thank you, darling," you mirrored the way he talks to you. "That won't make me mad, will it?"

"Oh, Tav, you know me" your nickname flowed from his lips like honey. "I only play with your feelings when we have privacy."

When he handed you the trunk, you even stumbled under its weight. You placed it on one of the fallen trees. Opening it, a smile appeared on your face.

Potions. Lots of potions. Of all kinds. Speed, invisibility, healing. Poisons, coatings. From the most basic to the rarest.

Looking at Astarion, you pouted. "Thank you," you whispered.

Excited, you runned to your tent to take the hidden gift. Something on you told you the problems you got yourself into just to able to get that would be worth it.

"Oh gods," Gale murmured. Sarcams dripped from his tongue. "What is that? Can anyone tell?"

"On my defense," you pointed at him. No words made to your brain, so you breathed in. "How else would I pack an trident?"

"Not like that," said Shadowheart.

You chose not to discuss with them only because you knew that just wrapping it with red silk and a pink knot was a bad idea, but it still hurted to know that it was the best you could do. How can wrapping things be so difficult? Why no one told you that it would be so difficult?

"The person I gonna gift deserve the whole world, and one day I will sure that they get's it," you started. Surprised that Lae'zel didn't stopped you already, you continued. "I really wasn't expecting to like that person, but she won my heart so easily."

"Heart," Lae'zel murmured. "Is it Karlach?"

Karlach jumped from her place. "IS IT ME?!"

You showed your tongue to Lae'zel, then turned to Karlach. "Yes, it is!"

In a matter of seconds you were too far from the ground. Only when your breathing had already become a problem did Karlach carefully place you on the ground again.

Karlach tore open the wrapping, the trident glinting in her hands. She was already thanking you so happily. The only reason why she didn't hugged you again was because she didn't want to hurt you.

"This pretty girl in your hands is Nyrulna," you started. "Because of an spell, it'll return to your hand when thrown. Plus, no one can force you to drop it. It also creates an explosion. But the best part is that I found a way to make it red!"

Wyll sighed, and threw his book on the fire.

"Hey!" Gale yelled.

After a little dance to celebrate, Karlach tried to control her beaming smile. She didn't knew most of her companions felt their hearts getting warmer, but if she did it would have just worried her.

Karlach held onto the box she protected with her life to ensure no one would tamper with the gift. "This person deserves a fucking break and I―"

"Shadowheart," you yelled. "Is it Shadowheart?"

"You're fucking right!" Karlach pointed at the cleric. "Is it you, my girl! You're the one that deserve a break!"

"Well," Shadowheart forced a little smile. "Thank you. I guess."

Karlach handed over the small package, and without delay she pulled Shadowheart into a hug. The brunette had no option but to accept it. Carefully, Shadowheart opened the package and found a book with leather cover.

She threw the package on the floor to open it. "What is it about?" Shadowheart asked, flipping through the book.

"It's a collection of erotic stories," said Karlach.

Halsin took a sip from his goblet. Finally someone with taste.

Shadowheart ignored whatever wit comment Astarion made and took a deep breath. "Of course it is."

Shadowheart wasn't recovered from her gift, but the tiredness that overtook her members was also caused by the irony of what was about to happen.

"Lady of Sorrow guides us," Shadowheart whispered to herself. Instead of trying to make people guess who she's about to gift, Shadowheart just threw the box onto Lae'zel's lap. "There is no reason for me to delay this torture even more."

"Chk. Oh. This seems like it's you fate to deal with me." Lae'zel opened the box with one of her daggers. "Let's see if I will thank you, follower of Shar."

Inside the box, Lae'zel found several instruments for improving weapons. How she hated liking the gift. Lae'zel would like to do like Wyll and burn everything just to embarrass Shadowheart, but she couldn't damage such well-made instruments.

"Well done, cleric," Lae'zel hissed.

Lae'zel knew that her gift was the best, but there was a possibility that she did not thought about: maybe she had got the gift she would like to receive. Either way, it would be worth it.

"I share the cleric's interest for no unecessary fuss," Lae'zel was quickly to say. "Bear, I hope you enjoy this."

She handed over the box and walked away before Halsin could think about hugging her. Halsin undid the knot that kept the box closed, and everyone gasped at the sight of his gift.

You looked at Lae'zel. "How did you... Did you keep it all this time? How did you preserve it?"

In the glass above Halsin's hands was Minthara's head.

"You truly are..." Halsin sighed. He didn't knew what to say. "Civilized."

Before Halsin could recover, Gale approached the druid.

Unable to say anything, Halsin handed him the package. Gale didn't care, he just wanted to know what he had won. His smile didn't last a lot.

"Boots, Halsin?" He yelled. "Very mature of you. Very mature."

Wyll laughed at last.

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bettysupremacy · 1 year

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Summer Girl

summary: Rafe and his summer girl scramble for more time.

word count 1.4k

a/n big thanks to lynn cause i probably wouldn’t have posted this without her</3 im sorry if it seems rushed🙁 I’ve looked over it so many times I’m kinda sick of it

The shrieks of Sarah as topper flings her over his shoulder are deftly drowned by Rafe’s intent fixation on her. The slope of her nose, her shoulders, her pretty eyes, the downturn of her lips as she focuses on the waves. It’s a quiet moment between the both of them, it suffocates Rafe in the best way possible.

It’s a warm summer day, the sun shining down achily, no cloud in sight. The water crystal and shiny, the waves big and disturbed by Topper and Sarah’s loud joyousness. They splash, and kick, they scream, and giggle. It’s a disgusting show of PDA, if you ask Rafe.

He turns his gaze back to her, watches her hands ball into the sand, let it go, and worm her fingers under the warm grain. He never knew he could find so much fondness in the quiet with her, in the chilly summer days with her. He’s a party boy, as he’d say, through and through.

“Put me down!” Sarah’s shrill voice giggles over crashing waves.

Rafe had laughed when his summer fling proclaimed her love for the summer. Boyish disinterest when she sighed about salty skin and dinners at the club after beach days, more interested on when he’d kiss her agin. You couldn’t blame the boy, pretty girl laying in his bed and all, but now he understood.

“Is it because of me?” Rafe had said, poking her side playfully. “Am I the reason you love summer so much, hmm?”

“Yes,” She smiled at him, tilting her head back into the pillows to stare at his ceiling, “but it’s also the ocean, the way bonfires smell when the fire mixes with the salt of the beach.”

He didn’t understand, didn’t care to ask. Too poetic for the teen boy.

“The way I looks in my midsummers tux?” Rafe adds, turning on his side.

“The way you looks in your midsummers tux, the hotdogs your dad makes during pool days, Roses lemonade.”

“It’s so fucking good.” He sighs dramatically, dropping his head in the crook of her neck, blotting some sneaky kisses haphazardly. Her arm wraps around him instinctually as she smiles.

“So fucking good.” She agrees.

He understands what she had been talking about now. He had teased that her love for summer was because of him, but wasn’t that why he loved summer? Her?

“What are you thinking about, handsome?“

Her hand comes up cupping his cheek, thumb swiping over his lips curiously. Her gaze matches his and deep down he knows she’s admiring him how he admires her. Greedy for attention, sick on love. He doesn’t know how to feel about it. Excitement sits deep in his chest.

“You.” He mumbles, dopey smile on his lips as her hand sneaks back to scratch the back of his newly shaved head. He leans into the touch “You wanna get in again?”

She’s warm on her towel, letting golden hour soak into her dried skin. “With you?”

“With me.” He nods.

“I’m hungry,” Her touch is pulled from him as she sits up. “The Wreck?”

He sits up as well. “You know it.”

“Should we invite Top and Sar?”

His slow glare pulls her lips up prettily. “No, we shouldn’t.”

“They might be hungry you know.” She shakes her head. “Out in the sun all day, swimming with us.”

“They’ll manage.” He stands up, sighing tiredly and wiping his legs of rogue sand left on his damp skin. She looks up at him confusedly. “You coming, sunny?”

She smiles at the nickname. “We gotta pack up.”

“They’ll manage,” He repeats, jutting his hand out for her to grab. “come on.”

She shakes her head again, slipping her hand in his and letting him use his body weight to lift her. “I’m only letting you do this because I’m so hungry.”

He doesn’t let go of her hand, readjusting and giving it a firm squeeze. “Is that so?” They walk past Sarah’s Jeep.

“Yes, i could just eat a cow.” She swings their fingers.

He smiles and she turns away in delight. “What’re you ordering?”

“A cheese burger and fries, with a milkshake.” She smiles at him. “And Kiara’s Mac n cheese, and-“

“Mac n Cheese? That’s not on the menu?”

“Not for you.” He rolls his eyes.

“Mac n Cheese, and onion rings, and fried shrimp, and a biscuit, with jelly.”

“Grape.” He adds.

“Yes. Grape jelly.”

“Anything else?”

“Tater tots,” She brings their fingers up and kisses his knuckles. “With cheese and bacon.”

“You’re trying to send me in debt.”

“You’ll manage.” She beams.

—

“Are you gonna miss your touron when she leaves?” She teases lightly, flicking her straw wrapper at him. He dodges swiftly. Flicking it to the other side of the table. She used to roll her eyes at couples who shared a booth bench, but now she couldn’t imagine sitting so far from her summer boy.

“You’re not a fuckin touron.” Rafe rolls his eyes.

“Yes I am.”

“No you’re not.” He puts out, gruffer than he meant. He feels bad.

“Then what am I?”

“You live a ferry away,” He leans in, both his elbows on the table “2 hours baby, and you’re here for every major holiday.”

“Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring break, summer.”

“You remember the time you convinced your mom to let you take the ferry so you could trick or treat with Sarah?” She smiles at him fondly. That was Halloween seven. Sarah and Y/N’s first, and only, Halloween with each other.

“You remember that?”

“Uh, yeah? What were you again? Velma and Daphne?” She sits back in her chair. “Yeah, baby, I remember things.”

“You hated me back then.”

His head twitches affronted. “No i didn’t?”

“You called us tweedle dee and tweedle dum.” He laughs, unashamed by Mr. And Mrs. Cooper eyeing him at table three.

“Okay, yeah, i did that.”

She sighs and he tilts his head to catch her eye.

“You’re not a touron.” It comes out more assuringly this time.

She nods. “I know.”

“So what’s this about, huh?” He shakes his head, knocking his foot with hers. It’s silent. “What’s this about, baby?”

“I’m gonna miss you.” She snakes her arms around him, pulling him in and breathing in the cologne that stuck to his wet body hungrily. His arms wrap around her neck, his nose buries in her wet hair.

“Me too,” he says muffled. “I always do, you know that.”

“But it was never like this summer.” She sighs.

“This summer?” He questions.

“You never had to miss us while we were a thing. I never had to miss us.”

The words hang over their heads oppressingly. Thing. They were a thing. Last year they weren’t a thing, neither the year before that. They never had to mourn a blooming relationship. He doesn’t know what to say.

Her phone buzzes.

Y’all just up and left us

rude :(

She looks away. Ignores it. He doesn’t like to see her so upset. It takes his heart between cruel fingers and squeezes it meanly. “We’ll figure it out.” She nods in response, letting Rafe pull her into his side, pressing a long warm kiss into her hair. It’s prolonged by his want to be close to her forever, to never let her go back. “You can stay.”

“I can stay.” She weighs the pros and cons of moving to the banks. She’d have Sarah as her neighbor 24/7, Rafe has her boyfriend, not just for the summer. She’d have a fall boyfriend, winter boyfriend, spring boyfriend, and when it came to it, summer boyfriend all over again. She never liked the kids on the mainland anyways, they didn’t get the obx the way she did.

“You can stay.” He affirms.

“I can stay with my grandpa.” He’d been practically begging her to move in since she was 16.

“You know he’s been inviting you to move in for years.”

“And go to the academy.” Get my grandad to put me in all of Sarah’s classes.

“Chapel Hill in a year.” Apartment with Rafe.

She looks up at him. He looks down at her. She laughs at his attention and sticks her face in his warm chest. “I’m moving to the banks.”

“You’re moving to the banks baby!” His arms wrap around her deftly, moving them side to side in quick celebration. “This deserves some cake.”

#outer banks #obx #rafe #rafe cameron #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #rafe fanfiction #rafe fluff #rafe x you #rafe fic #rafe obx

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apprenticestanheight · 4 months

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THE FIVE DAYS OF SMUTMAS QUEUE: DAY ONE

Bad Decembers - Adam Stanheight x gn! reader

OKAY!! I would not be me if I did not find a way to worm my love for the holiday season into my love for writing, so that's what the fics coming out in this queue are going to be—not all of them will be the pinnacle of the christmas season but all of them will at least be set in december and mentions of the holidays will probably worm their way into several, but the guarantees I can make are that the fics will either be close to or more than 1k words, and that there will, at a minimum, be snowy weather in the fics because we have gotten snow maybe twice where I am and I can't resist.

This one stems from a thought that I had on the sixteenth where I was like "okay angry and aggressive sex with adam, talk it out, then make up sex for round two yay" but it did change a little bit as things do when they start as ideas but get turned into fics! It's not that different from the original concept—the idea is the same it's just that round two is a little different than how I'd originally intended because I believe in my heart of hearts that Adam would be a fiend for giving oral so this fits that headcanon.

lastly, this fic is meant for audiences of 18+! Minors, DO NOT INTERACT.

Fic type- this is smut!

Warnings- adam is a guy with anger issues and they get the best of him (it is mentioned a couple of times that he punches a coworker in the face after he was provoked, and the work environment Adam is in is implied to be shitty anyway, as someone slapping someone else is also mentioned) the reader is gn for all intents and purposes but as I know the anatomy best, they're AFAB but referenced with gn terms and petnames (aside from the word pussy, which only gets used once), Unprotected sex, rough sex, reader is a masochist and Adam is kind of sadistic, oral sex (m! giving) bruises do happen because adam gets a bit manhandl-y and bruises and rough biting ensue, as does rough groping. Pet play is also in this one a few times (in use of the nickname puppy only, gn terms when smut writing aren't my strongest suit so puppy is for some reason my go-to)

December, despite all of the cheer and festiveness it usually carried, was just not your month, so it seemed.

Work was very, very difficult for you, which really shouldn't've come as a surprise come the last month of the year, but somehow always did.

Crappy coworkers always became the crappiest versions of themselves with the onset of the holiday season, and by December, amidst having to listen to your coworkers complain about how difficult their relatives were to shop for, several HR-funded Christmas parties where you and Adam would drink some of the cheapest booze and listen to your crappiest coworkers complain, and a Secret Santa gift exchange with a minimum—yes, a minimum, which to you seemed kind of ludicrous, though a max amount was certainly something you understood—spending allowance of $150 and a maximum of $380, you were angry and exhausted and looked forward to the nine days off you took between the twenty third and the thirty first like nobodies fuckin' business.

The only bright side to working in that company was the fact that you'd gotten the opportunity to get your secret santa—and one of the few decent coworkers you had in your offices, one named Claire who was actually breeching close friend territory more and more by the day—a bundle of things she'd mentioned really needing in those past few weeks thanks to the budget imposed by your offices.

You'd had the chance to get her a couple of the books she liked in addition to a couple of gift cards to grocery stores and gas stations as she was in a very tight situation with her mooch husband who refused to work point blank period. You'd gone over budget with her gift, actually, and it was the first and last year you'd ever do that.

You were working in marketing and sales and you made $2000 biweekly, which covered your half of rent and utilities, groceries and other bills with something like six hundred to spare to use as fun money. When you'd brought it up with Adam, who'd met Claire a good couple times at those Christmas parties and thought she was great for your morale, he'd supported you, said to go all out because you'd have the money back in your account two weeks from your latest paycheck anyway.

So, grocery cards, gas cards, books and around $100 in stowaway cash later, you'd gone over budget by $80 but had zero regrets because of how happy it made Claire at the end of the gift exchange.

For what it was worth—you were gifted a Nespresso and five boxes of Nespresso pods from someone who practically loathed you and probably wanted you to refuse it, but by the 21st you were so sick of work and people and everything else that you just faked a smile, said your thanks in a way that seemed just a little too sweet and definitely a bit too happy, and knew that you and Adam would cherish that Nespresso for all of the glorious coffee it made on your latest nights until it broke in the years to follow.

Getting home from the gift exchange at six, you were tired and angry at the world, pretty much, and it seemed—based on vibes alone—that Adam was much the same.

For Adam, though, it had definitely been work. After the trap, he'd switched from working as a glorified snitch for far less money than all of it was worth to working closely with a gallery that liked the shots he took enough to commission him for collections of photos. The commission money was certainly more than enough—from commissions, he got $3000 a month for 300 photos, which were typically displayed for six, eight, or ten months before he had to pick a new theme and the cycle repeated—but the gallery people he was working with were much like your coworkers in that they became the worst versions of themselves in the holiday season.

The collection he'd been trying to get together had been one part of a four hundred photo collection that captured Jersey in the winter which was due to start displaying on the 23rd and would stay up until the second of January the following year. He was working with three other people and the gallery staff and all of them were too stuck up to actually cooperate with him.

To that point, it had been twenty-one days of screaming matches, crappy coffee made worse by the bitterness Adam felt, and fighting day in and day out to keep his anger internal while he was in the apartment you shared because yelling at you, when he'd worked so hard to keep his anger issues in check? That was, under no circumstances, an option.

The first four months of your relationship had been spent with fights once every two weeks because Adam was still trying to learn how to keep his anger in check after letting it go unchecked for so long, and you'd been dating for five years. In those five years, after that rocky four months, you'd both found a balance and you both loved that balance. Adam wasn't going to fuck it up because he was angry at people who existed in a realm completely othered from the one where you were.

Well—he was going to try to avoid fucking it up for himself.

He's sitting on the couch, stewing in his anger when you come home. You grin at him, exhausted, and Adam leaves to the kitchen before you can get a word in—he'd been warned to expect a joint call sometime before midnight in relation to the collection that he had to take 100 photos for and he was antsy as well as angry, and he doesn't want you to see him like that, spiteful and angry at anything that breathes the wrong way.

He tries to make coffee with the pot you'd taken when you'd moved out of your parents place eight years prior, though the coffee machine seems to have a disagreement with Adams idea as it refuses to work, which causes Adam to snap.

"Fuck!" He shouts, hitting the coffee machine and regretting it because damn, plastic meeting knuckles is a horrible feeling. "All I need is some goddamned coffee, but no! The fucking machine—"

You step into the kitchen. When Adam hears your footsteps, he turns on his heels to face you, sees your grin.

"The coworker who loathes me gave me something that will definitely make your night a bit better," you say. "He probably wanted me to refuse but I figured we would need a new one soon anyway. It's a Nespresso, there are five different coffee types to choose from, and all you need to do is set it up. Shitty month?"

"Shitty is a fucking understatement," Adam grits his teeth. "I'm just so pissed off at the world right now, Y/N. I wouldn't be around me if I were you—when I get like this I am a flight risk because I tend to want to break things. Punched a guy in the face today and was reprimanded for an hour or three, which just made my day a lot fucking longer than it needed to be, and everything is shitty all the goddamned time and I'm sick of it."

You nod, further enter the kitchen and set the Nespresso up while Adam stews in his anger, trying to calm himself down in the ways he normally does only to find that nothing is working. He's frustrated with everything that's happened in the past three weeks, and the more he reflects on that time the angrier he gets.

And then, something happens. You accidentally sidestep onto his foot and the floodgates open, and he snaps. He screams for a solid five minutes about shit that doesn't even relate to you and you just—you just let him. You do fight back but it's like part of you understands that not all of it relates to you anyway so you just let him say his peace, and when he storms off, you don't follow him.

He goes to your bedroom, angry now with the events of the past three weeks, and the fact that he punched someone in the face, and with himself for snapping at you instead of just communicating, and he sits on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall and stewing within his anger until you're opening the door, poking your head in and meeting his gaze.

"You're still angry?" You ask, tone calm and even.

Adam nods, pursing his lips. He doesn't want to be angry anymore, doesn't want to do anything other than let everything go and apologize for all of the shit he berated you for, but he's still angry. Something within him isn't letting him let it go, even as much as he wants to.

"All right," you step into the room. "Would sex help? That way you can just get your frustrations out while also getting endorphins and all that other health shit."

Adam clenches his jaw. "No," he says. "We've never fucked while one of us has been angry, Y/N, and if I'm willing to punch someone in the face while I'm pissed off, I'm a little scared to find out how rough I would be willing to be with you if I did that while so mad I could smoke two joints and still feel it."

You shrug, leaning your back against the door to close it. "So be rough," you suggest. "I don't care, Adam—I think we've discussed it before, but I do like being manhandled. You can leave bruises, too. I don't care how rough you are with me, I just hate seeing you like this and if sex will take your mind off it and if it's something you're willing to do, I want to do it."

"I don't wanna leave you bruised," Adam says. He hates how obvious it is that he's half-lying. He doesn't hate the idea of you bruised—it's just how you end up as such—if someone else hurts you, he'll be ready to commit murder. But if he were ever to do that? He would feel immeasurably guilty.

"You're lying to me," you say, catching onto it immediately. "You don't want me bruised as in black eyes or punches or something else physical and abusive and you would never, ever do that to me so I'm not at all worried about that, but you would absolutely cherish the bruising on my hips and arms from holding onto me that tight during sex. I would cherish them, too, actually."

Adam tsks, "masochist," he says before biting on his bottom lip. He gets to standing, crosses the room and closes in on you, grinning as he feels your breath against his face.

"If I'm a masochist, you're a sadist," you whisper pointedly. Adams hands go to your hips, holding them tightly, thumbs pressing into your skin until he finds your hip bones and you moan just low enough for Adam not to hear it at the contact.

"Mhm," Adam whispers as he leans in so that his lips are millimeters away from your pulse point. "Gonna let me use you, puppy? Need an outlet for my anger, and you did offer."

"Yeah," Adam can't help but smile as he presses himself up against you and notices the way that your arms clench at your sides because you're physically trying to keep yourself from leaning into his touches, not wanting to give into it as quickly as you might've when he called you puppy. "All yours to use, Adam. Please. Don't want you to be angry anymore, and if using me is what it takes then go ahead."

Adams left hand moves from your hip to your face, thumb tilting your chin up and to the left so that he has better access to your neck.

"Good puppy," he whispers, this time close enough to hear the quiet moan that the praise pulls out of you. "That's all you are, isn't it? Just a good puppy, reliant on praise and my cock."

You haven't had sex since early November, so both of you are sexually frustrated, which is the icing on the fucking cake.

You moan in response, grinding your hips against him. He pushes his leg between your thighs as his tongue presses flat against your pulse point, the grip he holds on your hip remaining steady. The hand thats on your face moves down to your hip again, thumb pressing until it finds the bone.

"Mine to use," Adam says after a couple of seconds. The anger that's within him exists like a fire pit in his stomach, burning bright and burning hot and burning unrelentingly. "Right, Y/N?"

"However you want," You don't know how you're managing to speak. "As rough as you want, Adam—fucking hell. Please."

"You're perfect," he loosens his grip on your hips, kisses down your jawline until he's back at your lips again.

When he kisses his way up to your lips, the kisses he leaves in his path are rather sweet. His hands are groping aggressively at just about anywhere they can get to, and when his hands settle on your hips again, your lips are on his and the kiss he pulls you into, tongue sliding into your mouth as you open it in a quiet moan, is enough to leave your lips bruised.

Adam doesn't pull away until you're starting to and he's realizing that he can't really breathe. You press your forehead against his shoulder and take a deep inhale, arms settling around his waist.

Adam pulls away, cups your face in his hands. "Getting submissive on me already?" He asks teasingly, grinning at you a little. "Oh, Y/N. You're so easy."

You hum your agreement. "You always manage to make quick work," you murmur, moving to lay down on the bed that you share. Adam stops you, unbuttoning your work shirt and tossing it into the farthest corner of the room before you can go any further. You lay on the bed as Adam takes off the granddad sweater he'd chosen to wear after having absolutely nothing else in his closet during what would later turn into a laundry evening, happy to stare at the ceiling while you wait for your beloveds next move.

His lips are on yours again seconds later, one hand roving over your chest while the other is near your face after he'd bent his arm at the elbow to hold himself up.

After he's kissed you sufficiently, he moves his lips down your neck, kissing and biting and sucking at the skin mercilessly. You wonder, for a second, if he wants to draw blood and decide that if he does, you'll let him because the pain feels so good.

Adam laughs after he's bitten down on your collarbone particularly harshly and you've moaned lewdly, rolling your hips against his half hard length without thought.

"You're such a slut for pain," he nips at the skin again gently. "I really do think that I could cut you to pieces and you'd thank me for it, Y/N."

the thought of it makes your core wet, and so you give an embarrassed nod. Adam just laughs again, lifting your hips while still maintaining an aggressive hold on them and releasing that hold to take off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely open and bare in front of him.

You shiver as a gust of cold Jersey air gets through the room through the slightly opened window, nipples hard as pebbles from Adams ministrations, and watch him take his own pants and boxers off.

"Want me to wear a condom?" Adam asks.

You shake your head. "I can take a plan B pill," you respond. "Just--please. Please don't make me wait. Need you."

"Good puppy," Adam breathes. He goes back to kissing you before his lips move to your chest, biting and sucking at your nipples in the way he knows makes you melt the quickest. "Gonna let me do whatever I want, mm? Even if it means you're in pain?"

"Adam," you moan as he presses his cold tongue flat against your warm skin. "Fuck—mmm, whatever you want. Please, just—please don't stop. Please don't—"

"Pain slut," Adam laughs a little. "You love this, yeah? Love me using you, manhandling you, not giving a fuck if you get bruised up?"

You moan, pressing the back of your head into the pillow.

"Speak to me, baby," he murmurs, pressing kisses down your navel.

You whimper, bucking your hips against Adams shoulders and Adam repositions himself so that he's eye level with you again, holding your chin lightly.

"Use your words for me, baby," he says. "I know you love how this feels, yeah? I know you love it when I bite you because you like the pain that the biting draws out, but how am I supposed to know you want me to keep going if you don't tell me? How am I supposed to know you're not whimpering, not squirming, because the pain is too much?"

"Adam," you moan, rolling your hips against nothing. "Adam, it—you—oh my fucking—" you moan again, and Adam smiles.

He moves back to where he'd been before kissing down your navel to the place where you needed him most, kissing back up to your lips again and wetting his dick with the wetness from your folds before he thrusts into you in one fell swoop.

He gives you maybe three seconds to adjust to his length before he sets a quick, aggressive pace, one hand on your hips to keep you steady while the other sits on your breast, first finger and thumb pinching your nipple with as much force as he can muster. He needs the anger to be gone, needs it to be replaced by the comfortable, airy feelings that come with sex and post-sex glory, needs to get his anger out of his system before he's at risk of snapping at you again.

He thrusts with as much fervor as he can, trying to rid the anger from himself with each thrust. It works, for the most part, and when his hand finds your throat and presses on the sides but is careful to avoid the front, most of the anger goes out of his system completely.

You lean up into his touch, and Adam laughs at it.

"Pain slut," he whispers, leaning down to bite and suck at your nipples.

Adams release triggers yours, and Adam thrusts through the aftershocks before he pulls out, falling to your right and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close.

A few minutes pass by. You get up to use the bathroom and return to Adams embrace, press a kiss to his lips and look at him like you want to talk.

"You've been angry for three weeks," you say. "If you're in a talking mood, let's talk, yeah?"

"I know that photography is what I'm good at, and normally I love it but I think I have something of an independence issue with regard to working there," Adam admits, moving the hand that's on your waist up to your face. He just wants to kiss you senseless, kiss you until he forgets his own name and how to speak words other than yours, but he knows he owes you a conversation—an explanation, mostly, and an apology. "I just can't do it. I can't work with other people. Three people on this project besides me and all of us are in conflict day in and day out because we're all apparently averse to compromise, and yeah, I punched Harry in the face but he smacked Kelce the other day because he didn't agree with one of Harrys ideas. It was payback, which I know doesn't excuse it for shit, but—I just—"

You press a kiss to Adams forehead. "I'm sorry that work has been so terrible," you murmur. "Soon as you get this installation done, though, you'll be able to work on your own again. Gotta practice a bit of optimism, baby. Gotta see the bright side and all that."

Adam laughs. "There is no light at the end of the work related tunnel," he says. "I'll be due in to work with the same group of people in the spring, and then in summer, and then in autumn. I've been told I'll have to do my own installations on top of that, which will mean picking more themes, dealing with more disagreements."

He props himself up on his elbows, presses a quick peck against your lips.

"I'm sorry," he says, green-blue eyes meeting yours. "About earlier—snapping at you like that? It was a dick move, and with the coffee—I flipped my lid in a way that was completely unfair. I'm sorry you had to get screamed at like that, everything just boiled over and taking it out on you is the last thing that I should've done."

You nod. "It was a dick move, and you do kind of need to work on talking it out with me before the shit hits the very angry fan, but you're forgiven," you grin at him. "If it helps, work hasn't been a picnic for me either. Never is during December."

Adam groans. "You work in an office," he notes. "How many of your coworkers complained about how difficult it is to buy gifts on their salary?"

"Everyone who had anyone willing to listen," you laugh. "Claire liked the gift I got her for the Secret Santa gift exchange, though. Glad I was hers—were it Leon, I fear she would've gotten a book on being a housewife or some shit like that. James was the guy who got stuck with me, which means we have a Nespresso. Bastard probably wanted me to reject the gift, too, because he scowled from the window at me while I loaded it into the back seat of my car."

Adam laughs. "Good thing the old coffee machine broke when it did, then," he pecks your forehead, feels the desire to kiss you senseless evade all of his senses. "A broken coffee machine turns into a Christmas miracle! Oh, glorious day."

You laugh, hand moving up Adams shoulders until your cupping Adams face, hand resting against his jawline.

"Was my apology good enough?" Adam asks, dipping his lips to your neck as your hands slide back down his and you let your arms drape over his shoulders.

"Why do you ask?" You know why he's asking, but you want to hear him say it. He had his angry fun, and now you get a shot to have a bit of fun of your own.

"There's something that I haven't tasted since early last month," he kisses until he's at the center of your collarbone. "Miss it, is all. Had a bit of a craving lately too, if I'm honest."

You spread your legs on impulse, already weakened and ready to let Adam give in to his whims. It makes him laugh because of course the bastard notices the movement, and he nods.

"You're amazing," he presses kisses down your chest, careful to kiss lightly over the places where light bruising has started because of how aggressive he was with his groping, kissing delicately over the places where the bite marks remain. You hate how quickly he can get you hot and bothered but admire it all the same, hate how you thrive off the feeling of his wet kisses and his perfect tongue moving down and across your torso.

"You're depraved," you try to say it, but it comes out as a moan, and you feel Adams smile against your navel. "Absolutely fucking depraved, Adam."

"Well, if you weren't so fuckin' ethereal, I might be less depraved, but every time I look at you all I see is perfection. Can't help it, baby."

He kisses across your lightly bruised stomach to your hips, careful to kiss lightly over the already-forming bruises that match the shapes of his thumbs.

"'M sorry about these," he says. "Sorry about all of it—the bruises and the bite marks. I didn't mean to hurt you this bad."

"It doesn't hurt," you assure. "And even if it did—I like the pain, Adam. The pain is good, I promise."

He kisses the bruises on the sides of your hips, too, nods. "I momentarily forgot about the masochism," he admits. "They do look nice, but I just can't help feelin' bad about being that rough."

"Focus on how nice they look," you hope it comes out reassuring. "They don't hurt, Adam. I promise. If I tell you not to worry, will you listen?"

Adam hums, kisses along your stomach to your other hip and takes his time there as well.

By the time Adams gotten to your thighs, you're wet and aching and just about ready to start clenching around nothing. He's got you needy and wanting, which is what he wants, and he loves it.

He turns his gaze to yours as he presses his tongue flat against your clit, loving the way that you writhe, clenching around nothing in response.

"So wet for me," he says, kissing along the outside of your pussy. "Good God, you're perfect."

And then he's licking at your folds, eating you out like he's a man starved, and you're not even trying to be quiet because of how consumed you feel by his lips and his tongue.

He moans against you, clearly getting off from getting you off, and can't help but buck your hips against his face.

He laughs, pulling away for a second. "You're so fuckin' needy," he says, bringing one finger to your gaping hole and slowly pushing it inside you.

You clench around the digit, moaning. "You're the reason. You and your perfect tongue, your amazing lips," you moan, arching your back off the bed for a split second.

He brings his lips and tongue back to your clit, thrusting into you with one finger, doing as you wish when you start begging for a second and a third.

"Adam," you moan, "fucking hell—Adam,"

Your orgasm crests, and you feel Adam moan against you with his own release as you cum over his fingers.

Breathless, your gaze moves up to the ceiling as you feel Adam pull his hand away. You turn to him as you hear him get up, watch him make something of a show out of licking your cum from his fingers.

"Just as good as I remember it," he grins teasingly at you, leaves to go to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he's telling you that a bath is ready and you're leaning against him as you walk to your bathroom, sinking into the hot water and pressing your back against Adams front.

"I'll get better at communicating before it boils over," Adam murmurs, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your shoulder. "Promise, baby."

You hum, leaning against him. "We can work on it together, yeah?"

Adam nods. "That sounds like a nice idea," he says.

Silence lapses, though its comfortable. You get out of the bath tub and stumble back to bed because of how jello-y your legs feel, which Adam laughs at even though he knows he's to blame, and when you steal a pair of his boxers and one of his button up flannels, he doesn't object, merely pulls a pair of boxers and sweatpants on himself before joining you in bed and pulling you close.

The two of you fall asleep early that night, curled up together in the quiet of a Jersey evening in the tail end of December. Adam sleeps through the call from the gallery and you sleep through the call that Claire tries to get to you to talk about the aftermath of the Secret Santa gift exchange, but the sleep you get is so good that the missed calls feel entirely justified.

#adam stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #saw (2004)#saw posting

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mikagecorp · 1 year

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lmao whats their response to the age old question: Would you love me if I was a worm?

love, me :)

if you were a worm, i'd put you in a plastic oil drum and make you compost all of my table scraps until you eventually became one with the soil 💕

@ratspoison

characters ━ itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyouma, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, yukimiya kenyu

warnings ━ none

consider yourself single if you ask rin this question

with blue lock's schedule, bro barely has time to text his parents on a regular basis. if you hit bro with 'would you love me if i was a worm' he'd block you and never speak to you again

but really, he'd think that's so foolish of you

is it not enough that he likes you as a human?

(what a lukewarm question)

rin's trustworthy, but now he has to wonder if there's another reason to ask such a question

what's the true meaning behind this worm???

you'd have to catch him awake to do any of that

and if he's awake, he's probably doing a million things, like training or conditioning or gaming

for someone who finds working hard 'troublesome', nagi seems to be the one working the hardest out of everyone

if he does call you, though, expect him to regret it almost as soon as you pop the question

'would you love me if i was a worm?'

'you exhaust me'

though, even if you'd been joking and had forgotten about it, you'd be getting a text in the middle of the night, days later

'if you were a worm, i'd build you a little worm house, and feed you only the finest worm meals'

'would you love me if i was a worm?'

'well. . .i guess i've made worse decisions in my life'

super chill about it, has definitely heard similar things from his older sister

honestly, he's kind of a natural at the whole dating thing

don't tell him that though, it'll go to his head

it helps that he's such a genuine guy, he doesn't have to lie when he says things in order to comfort someone else

it's the way he says it; most people who are 'brutally honest' tend to be crude with everything they say

chigiri only talks like that when he's talking to kunigami's mean ass

my guy is speechless

dude knows nothing about relationships and it's very obvious, so he'll search for the right answer rather than the honest answer

'i...i think so?'

in reality, you couldn't pay isagi a hundred bucks to pick up a worm

he's not afraid, he just thinks they're nasty

he. . .might be a little scared

he just doesn't want to touch a worm, okay?

but he will, if his s/o becomes a worm. he will face his fear for the greater good

it's not a matter of what his answer is: it's a matter of who asks first

bachira would 100% call you up in the middle of the night in a panic, like he just got hit by a car and needed a ride to the emergency room

'bachira, what's wrong?'

'babe! would you love me if i was a worm?!'

you don't deserve a hello when bachira's demanding an answer to such an important question

''i might love you if you were a bee, not a worm. what about me? would you love me if i was a worm?'

he'd spend the rest of the night trying to decide what kind of insect you would be, because he wouldn't let his s/o be a worm of all thing

yuki is my friend's favourite, and lucky for her, i think he'd be very princely about it

'i'd never stop loving you, even until the ends of the earth. even if you were a worm.'

it's okay to gag at him, he deserves it

but if he knows you think it's cringey he'll just keep doing it

for a few weeks, everything he does around you ends up being a callback to the worm question

even if it was a joke, yukimiya will make you regret ever asking it

and he'll be so sweet about it to

changes your name in his phone to 'my worm❤️' and expects you to appreciate the new nickname

he's not changing it until you appreciate it

appreciate the nickname!

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #itoshi rin #nagi seishiro #chigiri hyoma #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #yukimiya kenyu #perserverance #hubble.txt #would you love me if i was a worm #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock scenarios

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heavymeta1ova · 3 months

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Recognition

pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair Word Count: 1k Summary: Wednesday and Enid realize and accept their feelings for each other

Ever since attending Nevermore Academy, Wednesday Addams had her life turned upside down. From murdering monsters to annoying classmates, there’s one thing she couldn’t understand. How in Death’s name did the annoyingly colorful, and bubbly Enid Sinclair worm herself past Wednesday’s walls?

It did nothing but infuriate her. Every time she would do things for her that she wouldn’t do otherwise, she would let Enid touch her whereas others might have already lost a limb. She would let her hug her and Wednesday would hug back, she would even let herself relax around the bubbly girl. And worst of all, Wednesday didn’t hate it.

As she was laying on her bed, scrolling through Instagram, Enid noticed the distinct lack of clacking coming from Wednesday’s typewriter. She looked at the time and saw that it had only been half an hour into her roommate’s writing time. She glanced to the other side of the room to see Wednesday in her usual spot, sitting with her back to Enid's side of the room, but without the typewriter’s clacking.

After staring for a little bit longer, which usually gets a reaction out of the shorter girl, she decided that something was wrong. She hopped out of her bed and walked to Wednesday's side of the room. Still getting closer, she could now see that there was nothing written on the paper that was loaded into the typewriter.

“Weds,” Enid called, hovering behind the goth.

Wednesday’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second as she was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of her roommate's voice just behind her.

“What is it, Sinclair? You better have a good reason for disturbing my writing time. And stop calling me that abhorrent nickname,” She snapped, turning to look at the blonde.

“Welllll, I kinda noticed that your typewriter wasn’t making sounds so I came to see if something was wrong and it doesn't look like you've written anything in a half hour. Your hands aren’t even on the keys!” Enid managed to get out, in one breath.

Wednesday stares at her for a moment before responding in her usual monotone voice, “I was just trying to find inspiration.”

Thing then scuttles out from his usual hiding spot, using a multitude of gestures and taps conveyed to Enid that Wednesday was lying.

Wednesday turned and stared at him. “If you say anything I will return you with more than a few digits missing.” She then turned to face Enid.

“I will be out for a few hours.” Wednesday said as she grabbed her coat. “Do try to keep Thing in check, he has been acting different as of late.”

Thing acted as indignant as a hand could look as Wednesday walks out and closes the door with a click.

As soon as Wednesday had gone, Enid turned to Thing “What did you mean she was lying?”

“She was thinking about you.” Thing tapped out before scuttling away, Not wanting to give more information away. He did enjoy watching the psychic and the werewolf dance around each other.

Enid just stared at the spot where Thing was. Only one thought ran through her mind, “She was thinking about you.” She tried to distract herself by laying down and scrolling through her phone but her mind won’t give her any peace.

All she could think about was Wednesday. How the girl had accepted her, and how she had entranced Enid when she first walked into the room. She really cared for her roommate and she knew that the psychic also cared for her in her own dark way. Then it hit her, harder than a speeding truck. Enid didn’t feel like how she felt towards Wednesday to any of her other friends. She came to only one conclusion. She is in love with Wednesday Addams.

It was about 3 hours later when Wednesday finally decided to come back to their dorm. It annoyed Wednesday so much that whenever she tried to even think of hating the werewolf all she could do was think of her radiant smile and her deep mesmerizing blue eyes, everything about her just seemed to lure her in despite her efforts of resisting.

It was during her walk that she learnt to accept that she was always gonna have a soft spot for the blonde. But it was at this moment that she knew that the mere soft spot for her was something else. It was love. How could she not love the bright colorful werewolf? The one that always nagged Wednesday to do things she normally wouldn’t, the one that saved her life.

As she steps into the room the first thing she sees is Enid laying in her bed, laughing at something on her phone. She noisily closed the door to alert her of her presence before entering her closet to discard her coat.

As soon as she stepped out the blue-eyed werewolf immediately bounded toward her with a smile on her face.

“Weds! How was your walk?!” Questioned the bubbly girl.

“It was… Informative.” The goth drawled back. “I can tell you want to tell me something. Spit it out before I lock you in a room full of spiders.”

Enid suddenly felt nervous. Bouncing on the spot, she tried to look everywhere but Wednesday. “IloveyouandIwannabewithyouallthetime” She tried to rush her words hoping that Wednesday wouldn’t catch on. Unfortunately for her, she did.

Wednesday’s heart skipped a beat before murmuring, “Oh il mia cucciola how could I not return your feelings?”

At her response, Enid’s head snapped to look Wednesday in the eyes. She couldn’t believe that this was real. She had to be dreaming, right? No way Wednesday would feel the same way.

“Really?” She managed to get out, subconsciously leaning in.

“Indubitably, mon chiot,” Wednesday whispered, unknowingly leaning in towards the werewolf.

“I love you,” Wednesday lets out as their lips touch in a passionate kiss. As air became a necessity Enid pulled back, still a little woozy from the kiss.

She looked into a smirking Wednesday’s eyes and asked, “So, what’s with the nicknames?”

Enid took great pleasure in watching the goth’s dark eyes widen in realization of what she had done.

#wenclair #wednesday netflix #wlw #enid sinclair #wednesday addams

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benevolenterrancy · 29 days

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I am both so sorry and so delighted to have given you OHSHC/TGCF brain worms it’s literally the best thing ever though!!!

It is seriously haunting me at the moment, I can't stop finding the premise absolutely hilarious... here, have some Three Tumours

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Ling Wen doesn't like wearing dresses and uses the boys' uniform instead. For this reason she's often mistaken for a boy which drives her nuts. She's been accused of doing this for clout or preferential treatment.

Ling Wen is the president of the Computer Sciences Club and manages the school's monstrous group chat server. It is hell. She secretly can't wait to graduate because everyone else refuses to learn how to run it and she knows it'll go down in the flames the second she's out the door

Pei Ming is a certified Jock™ and tries to convince his friends to join him on a sports team -- any sports team! -- every year. Hasn't happened yet but he's persistent

(Pei Ming eventually learns that Xie Lian is a Secret Jock and begins a dedicated campaign to pilfer him from the Host Club; Hua Cheng is Not Fucking Amused)

Shi Wudu is easily the richest student in this school of rich kids and is not above throwing his wealth around to get what he wants. This earns him the less than affection nickname of "Tyrant"

He Xuan applied for this school and got through its entrance exams specifically to ruin Shi Wudu's life. No one knows this (or why he's so set on it) except Hua Cheng who thinks it's hilarious

There's a sign outside the compsci club door that says "Palace of Ling Wen". No matter how often she takes this down, one of her compsci minions will put up another of increasingly elaborate design (everyone at this school has money to burn and time to kill)

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #the three tumors #3tumors #ling wen #pei ming #shi wudu #ouran high school host club #i have a huge soft spot for this trio #they're such a shitty group of frat boys (gender neutral) and i find that HILARIOUS #also i think ling wen deserves to have friends to bitch to about her workload #my art #please come talk to me about this au please come throw your ideas at me this is infecting my brain

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weeb-polls-with-pip · 6 months

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Autistic Anime Girls Group 2 Round 2 Match 7

SUBMISSION PROPAGANDA:

Alluka -

"OKAY so this might just be me having brain worms about things, but I feel like Alluka and Nanika together are a really good allegory for what it's like to be autistic. For those that don't know-- Alluka is a child who's been trapped in the basement of her family's manor ever since they learned that she's possessed by a spirit called Nanika. The reason that they trapped her is because Nanika can grant people any wish they desire, no matter how dangerous or impossible, but she always takes something of great value in return. The person won't know what will be taken until it's been taken, and people have lost body parts, friends, and other things.

Alluka doesn't control when Nanika comes out, but when she does, the person that she's talking to MUST ask three wishes from her before she's able to leave. Most of her family doesn't attempt to understand her besides the most basic "oh she's possessed and we have to abide by these rules if we want things to be safe and normal again". They simply refuse to interact with her and remain afraid and disturbed by her. Nanika herself can't really speak many words, but she clearly isn't just an unfeeling monster that grants wishes like they believe her to be. She has feelings and desires too, and she cares deeply for the people that love her. Even though she's different than others and seems inhuman and incomprehensible to most people, she's still just a person- a child, and if people put in effort to try to understand and communicate with her, they'd be able to see that she doesn't actually want to cause anyone harm, she just has certain rules that she needs to follow that allow her to function normally.

Alluka and Nanika are two parts of a whole. While they are considered to be separate entities, they both inhabit the same body and share each other's experiences. So any struggles that Nanika faces are also felt by Alluka once she wakes up and Nanika hides away again. Even when Alluka is asked to hide Nanika forever so that she can have a normal life, she refuses and gets upset and distressed, because Nanika is a part of who she is, and she doesn't want to hurt Nanika in that way. Together, Alluka and Nanika are an autistic girl who is unable to mask the part of herself that makes her seem different from other people. As a result, most people don't understand her and are afraid of her. They shun her, abuse her, try to "cure" her, use her for whatever she can give them, and then try to kill her when they decide she's too much trouble. Really, she's still just a girl. :("

Ringo -

"In addition to what I've sent before, Ringo also speaks in a very polite manner at all times yet still accidentally comes off as rude to others when she really doesn't mean to. She gives nicknames to people she doesn't know based on their behaviour/clothing items in order to remember them better and her food taste is also considered weird. She also carries a very specific apple on her at all times and feels lost without it."

#autistic anime girls poll #tumblr polls #alluka zoldyck #hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh alluka #puyo puyo #ringo andou #andou ringo #nanika #hxh nanika

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scoops-stevie-archive · 1 year

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If you’re still taking requests, can I ask for 8. sweater weather and either romantic steddie Or platonic stobin?

i wasn't expecting this thing to grow legs and run as far as it did. i'm sure i lost the original plot somewhere along the way. but i hope you like it! takes place after the events of spring break and is a companion piece to this. also now on ao3

Robin will admit she's a bit of a clothes thief. 80% of her closet now consists of every article of clothing she'd ever stolen from Steve's wardrobe.

Though, stealing is a strong word, she thinks. They're more like hand-me-downs, or "a charitable donation to the less fortunate, Steve. I won't get mad if you write it off your taxes, pinky promise."

Most of the clothes Steve doesn't even realize are gone until Robin wears it to work or a movie night. Just gives her a once over, an appreciative nod, and a "looks nice, Rob. Better on you than me." Which.

Okay.

They're platonic soulmates. Best friends. Twin flames, even. Everybody knows this. They've both come out to the party and Steve is with Eddie exclusively now, so there's no romantic feelings between them whatsoever— excluding the brief moment of one sided attraction on Steve's end.

But.

Steve is still Steve.

He's still Steve Harrington.

His natural state is casual flirting even if he doesn't mean anything by it and Robin is 100% a hot blooded lesbian, but his easy compliments still manage to make her tummy flutter and her cheeks pink as she fights the smile trying to worm its way onto her face. The giggle (a fucking giggle) that bubbles from her throat is no help, either.

She chalks it up to never receiving a lot of compliments from people in her formative years.

Now that Steve's dating Eddie, though, their closets look like they've exploded together in a clash of brights and darks, leather and chains meeting polos and denim. Eddie would never spend his hard earned drug earnings on school spirit attire, but sometimes he'll be lounging around the trailer in some Hawkins High sports shirt. Steve wears Eddie's band shirts more often than not because of how comfy they are (he does this on purpose.)

So now when Robin raids Steve's closet, she gets Eddie's clothes too, which is what gets her into the current situation:

She doesn't even think about what she puts on that morning before rushing out the door so Steve will stop honking the fucking horn. It's 6:30am and she has elderly neighbors who need their beauty sleep, for Christ's sake.

(Mr. Cochran currently mowing his yard across the street doesn't share the same sentiments.)

She can tell something's wrong by the whispers that follow her down the hallway as she walks to her locker. She ignores it, though, chalks it up to another rumor about her and Steve making the rounds again.

It's not until lunch that the reason becomes apparent.

She sits beside Nancy at the Hellfire table. The boys aren't there yet so it gives them a chance to catch up and gossip a little, something Robin never thought she'd be interested in before becoming friends with Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler and learning that little miss reporter has stories on almost everyone of their classmates.

They're in the middle of Nancy telling her how Becky was caught in a janitor's closet making out with someone not her boyfriend, when—

"That my jacket, Buckley?"

Eddie's voice is suddenly right in her ear and he materializes out of nowhere, dragging a chair to the head of the table and turning it around to sit on it backwards. The guys follow suit and sit in their own chairs, flanking Eddie's left and right.

Robin frowns and lifts the collar like she's expecting to see Eddie's name stitched on the inside. "Uh, no? I think I'd notice if it were, Munson."

Eddie laughs as he pulls out his lunch that he won't admit Steve made for him. "I do think it is, little birdie."

Robin bristles a bit at the nickname. Eddie jerks his chin.

"Take a look at the back."

Robin glances around the table before hesitantly shrugging the jacket off. She balks at the very obvious image of the signature Hellfire Club devil, painted against a wall of white on the black denim.

"What the hell was this doing in Steve's closet?"

Eddie chokes on his sandwich.

Nancy's perfect eyebrows pull together. "Why were you looking through his closet?"

"Stealing his clothes, obviously."

"Why do you steal his clothes?" Gareth asks.

Robin throws her head back and groans. "I always take his clothes, haven't you noticed almost every shirt I wear is his? We're getting off topic, why did Steve put this in his closet?" She throws an accusing look at Eddie who shrugs.

"Why are you acting like my clothes being in my boyfriend's closet is some big conspiracy?" he shoots back.

Robin narrows her eyes. They stare each other down for a few seconds. She can hear that little whistle from all the western movies and she glares at Jeff to knock it off. Eventually, Robin concedes.

"Touché, Munson. Just don't be surprised when I start wearing your clothes, too. If it's in his closet it's fair game."

Eddie tilts his head in a bow. "As you wish, Lady Buckley."

She doesn't give the jacket back. Isn't sure if she wants to and Eddie doesn't mention even wanting it back. So she keeps it. Admires the little stitches on the front pocket and traces her fingers over the painted devil. There are pins she was somehow blind to, of bands she'd never heard of— except Metallica and Dio— and she curses her brain for being too curious for its own good.

A couple weeks pass and Robin casually mentions to Steve in passing that they should take a day trip down to Indy and hit up a few thrift shops and music stores. He doesn't question it, so they do, and she comes home with new tapes she wants to show Eddie and new clothes that she can call hers.

She doesn't give the jacket back. Instead it hangs on her closet door as she pulls on her own, decorated in various pins and patches she bought in the city and had her mom help her sew them on, over a black Blondie t-shirt.

She's even taken a chance with eyeliner and darker eye shadow that compliments her nails. Wears the chain necklaces she was wearing the day she got Steve as a best friend.

He's leaning against the car when she walks out of the house. He gives her that same once over and she can already feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks. She comes to a stop in front of him.

"It's a good look on you," he says gently as if he can sense her nervousness. He probably can. They share a brain cell, after all.

She lets out a sigh of relief and leans into his space. He just laughs and pulls her in to plant a kiss on the middle of her forehead.

"Does this mean you'll stop stealing my clothes?"

"Not a chance, dingus."

#cj writes #the three muskequeers #answered #sharpbutsoft #robin buckley #platonic stobin #i am SO sorry this is late. i started it then forgot about it and it's been sitting here staring at me ever since. so. here you go!#i love the hc that steve's robin's and eddie's wardrobe gets all mixed together #also this sort of turned into punk-leaning robin and i'm not mad about it

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[ . . . ] ARMY FANDOM BREAKDOWN

while main BTS stans refer to themselves as ARMY and are often viewed to stanning all eight members, there are however several solo stans or fans who bias one member more than the others. Y/N has referred to her fans as GRLANDRITES. this comes from a combination of her stage name GRLZILLA + ALEXANDRITE, a gem that is labeled as one of the ugliest in the worlds.

NICKNAMES : uglies, little shits, gems, worms

LIGHTSTICK : ARMY BOMB

GRLANDRITES EMOJI : 🪱

OO. FAN DEMOGRAPHICS

AGE RANGE : while ARMY come in all ages, your fans are mostly in the age range of early teens to late 30s.

GENDER : when you originally debuted in 2013, bighit had it so you were geared to bring male k-pop stans into the fandoms. and up until around 2016, most of your fans were male. beginning at around 2018 you have gained a plethora of more female and nonbinary / genderqueer fans. this spike has remained constant in recent years from 2020-2022 and while you still have male fans, your female fans have outnumbered them.

REGIONS : you are most popular in east asia, north america, oceania, and europe. your largest fanbases are found in korea, america, japan, england, france, germany, australia, new zealand, and scotland.

OTHER FANDOMS THEY ARE CLOSE TO : ixluvs ( exile her ) revluvs ( red velvet ) moas ( tomorrow by together ) engene ( enhypen ) fearnot ( le sserafim ) carats ( seventeen )

OO. FAN REPUTATION

ANTISOCIAL : it’s a known fact that you are antisocial. it’s often seen during interviews and when how very rarely you are seen out when in korea. this trait is often shared with a number of your stans as many have voiced that the reason why they stan you is because of how you don’t talk much in interviews, always avoiding talking on red carpets, and how you don’t leave your home.

COMPETITIVE : this is trait shared with the rest of the ARMY fandom. GRLANDRITES are often competitive when it comes to voting for you specifically especially in the BEST FEMALE category. it’s not often you get placed into that category so when you do, your stans work harder than the devil himself to make sure you win.

OBSERVANT : your stans have became observant when BTS started becoming extremely popular. this trait is often used when they watch videos of you during interviews. some of your longer stans mostly have this trait as they can tell by your body language if someone is making you uncomfortable or not.

CREATIVE : GRLANDRITES are probably some of the most creative people you will ever meet. they have been known to create several different types of art works and projects dedicated to you. when GRLHOOD was released, one specific stan did a whole series of painting dedicated to the mixtape. you found out about this and even bought the pieces and they can still be seen hanging up in your apartment today.

HUMOROUS : your stans love making jokes. especially at your expense. they are the ones who started the “disappointed y/n look” meme back in 2018. if you do something meme worthy, they are the first ones to turn it into either a meme or sound on tiktok.

OO. FAN FAVORITES

ANTHEMS : i doll, girl in the mirror, dead man runnin’

FAVORITE ALBUMS : grlhood, wings, most beautiful moments in life pt.2, love yourself: her

FAVORITE ERAS : i need u, run, spring day, fake love, on

FAVORITE TITLE TRACKS : i need u, fake love, idol, on, run bts

FAVORITE B SIDES : borderline, egoist, dead man runnin’, pied piper, save me, left right, breathe, dracula, whalien 52

FAVORITE COVERS : come back home ( seo taiji and boys ) speechless ( aladdin ) paradise lost ( gain ) watermelon sugar ( harry styles ) talk ( khalid )

OO. FAN TRIVIA

GRLANDRITES do not get along with jungkook stans for some reason and can always been seen fighting with them on twitter

their nickname “worm” comes from when some fans asked you if you would still love them even if they were worms and you just replied with “but you guys are already worms, aren’t you?”

GRLANDRITES have a good relationship with exile her’s fandom, IXLUVS.

a notable moment for GRLANDRITES was when one of your long time stans since debut was getting married and her fiancé had invited you. you flew back to korea just to attend the wedding and even sang as a song that you had written just for the couple.

in 2017, a fan bought you a star and named it GRLZILLA. you then bought a star that looked to be right next to yours in 2019 and named it GRLANDRITE.

#girlzilla.#poly bts x reader #bts x reader #bts 8th member #bts added member #bts addition #idol au #idol!reader #bts imagines #bts headcanons #[ 🧾 ] — diary entries

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Devi vs. David: aka a comprehensive list of every single time ben gross has referred to devi as one or the other (season one edition)

okay, first things first, i am linking this post and this one, both by @catty-words, because they're so well-worded and honestly, probably explain a lot better than i can about the whole devi vs. david thing (even though those are about s2 and this one is about s1). seriously. go read those, then come back. this post is just going to be cataloging every instance in season one where ben calls her one or the other, with context + insight but i'm likely not going to be going super in-depth. i mainly wanted to document this for my own purposes. i will also be creating a separate post for season 2, so expect that sometime in the near future.

ANYWAYS. here we go, i guess.

"...was just about the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.”

here we have the first instance of ben referring to her as david. they're still nemeses, obviously — this is in 1x01, they're not close, they know each other but still only really see the other in the negative sense. (or so we're told, at least; i have a whole theory about how ben has been crushing on devi the whole damn time but we'll get into that at a later date) he calls her david here because it's part of their banter, and we can infer that he has likely been calling her that prior to 1x01. this is also the same instance he refers to the un, which she calls him out for, as she should! but you know what she doesn't call him out for? david. from this very first instance we can infer that she does not give a shit that he calls her david.

"...because you went straight-up psycho and couldn't walk for three months.”

okay, so bear with me here, this might be reaching, as well as a few others down the line. but i think his tone is softer here than it tends to be when they banter pre-friendship. he knows he's hitting close to her trauma, to the cause of her paralyzation and reason for seeing a therapist. calling her david while referencing to her biggest trauma just would not be in good taste, imo.

"...I know how hard it is to memorize seven facts.” / "Yeah, Devi, please share your mumble with the rest of the class.”

ok, so they're in a classroom setting, and he has just, in his own words, "pwned" her as her "intellectual superior" (way to be humble, benjamin). he's got this hoity-toity air about him in this scene, calling her devi because it's more mature of him and as her "intellectual superior" he should appear that way. also, they're in a classroom setting and shapiro is paying attention to them (not that anyone else in the class is lol)

okay, so he doesn't refer to her as either devi or david after 1x02 until we get to 1x05. here, he's on the defensive, obviously. she is threatening to nuke him. literally. no time for banter or nicknames when your entire country is about to be wiped out, am i right?

he doesn't know why she's mad at him yet. he's trying to slip back into their banter, to worm his way back into that sliver of not-quite-nemeses-anymore-but-still-not-quite-friends that they had going on for all of two seconds in 1x05. he wants to go back to normal, or at least some version of normal, where she only hates him because of their academic rivalry and not whatever it is she’s holding against him now. (which of course he immediately learns is the whole sleeping-with-pax thing, but he still doesn't know why she's upset about that.)

this is obvious i feel like i don't have to explain that he calls her devi here because he's having dinner with her family lmao anyways moving on

"...I actually think I am going to have a party tonight.”

boy is crushing HARD. he is SO JEALOUS. speaking up immediately after pax makes the "you look great here" comment? having a party just so devi will come? ok, jay gatsby jr, i see you. ANYWAYS. imo he calls here david here to take back some of the control he just lost after pax showed up. because "david" belongs to ben and devi and nobody else.

the smile on her face in this scene when he greets her. the smile on his face when he sees her. they are in love, your honor. anyways. this is, imo, the first time we see david being used as a term of endearment. their friendship has been solidified after the events at the end of 1x06, and it shows. she is excited to see him and he is, very obviously, excited to see her.

"...Um, did something kinda weird happen? Or did I do something dumb at my party?”

aaand we are on the defensive again lol. david once again being used as a means to control the situation and deflect away from that horrifying failed kiss attempt back in 1x08. dude is freeeaaaking the fuck out, because he knows now that he has this stupid big crush on devi (that he’s probably had the whole damn time, even prior to 1x01, if we’re being real here), but he just got her as his friend and doesn’t want to screw it up. so. blame it on the booze. throw in a friendly nickname. hope for the best.

obv i don't have like, concrete evidence for this because we only see the literal last day she stays with ben, but i have this theory that during her stay, he defaults to calling her david to keep his guard up. because again. he knows he has this stupid huge fucking crush on her. so, keeping up with the old nickname helps establish those boundaries in his head. (this is also the last time we see him refer to her as david in season one.)

but then there's this, immediately after he refers to her as david in front of his father. because he is worried about her. because she is making rash, dumb decisions without thinking anything through (you know, like trying to get emancipated from her mom and refusing to spread her dad’s ashes)

again, he is going for serious, worried as fuck, for the same reasons listed above. hoping that her friends will see reason for concern just like he does, because his friendship with her is so new and if she’s going to listen to anyone, it's going to be them. this is the first time we ever see ben refer to devi to other people without her being present, and this is also the last time we see him refer to her as devi in season one.

#long post #ben gross #devi vishwakumar #benvi #ben x devi #devi x ben #never have i ever #nhie #i don't think this is technically a meta but should i tag it as one anyways?#fuck it #meta #never have i ever meta #nhie meta #devi vs david

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Three Or One's A Crowd~ S.H

Summary : You're dating Steve Harrington, but he's holding a secret out. He's a triplet and doesn't want you to know. What happens when you come over one day and meet them?

Mention of Kidnapping

Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @harringtons-cupid @livsters @ajeff855 @sunfairyy @rainbowfruity14 @

My Master List is in This Area

" Why don't you ever invite me over?" you asked plopping down next to Steve on your bed as you look over to him. Steve runs a hand down his face as he sighs. " There is stuff going on in the house that I don't want you to be involved in."

" What is the even mean?" He rolls his eyes making up as the conversation goes. " My parents have this thing in the house and people just going in and out. It's too busy. Just don't ask" he mutters.

He doesn't mean to lie to you but his reason is he doesn't want you to meet his brothers. He knows Kurt will never let you go out of his sight if he ever met you and Keys will start talking about all the technology and doesn't want you to be weird out.

" Fine" you pouted as you looked up at your ceiling. Steve turns to his side as his arm wraps around you. " I'm sorry, I know you want to come over and see the house. Maybe another time" he says. " Don't be mad" he brushes his nose against your cheeks.

You turn your head, breath hitches seeing how close he was as he leans closer placing his lips on yours. Your hand goes into his hair causing him to groan as you tug on it.

You squeal as hovers above you.

" I love you" Steve says.

" I love you too, Stevie" he rolls his eyes at the nickname. Your the only one that is allowed to call him.

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Steve walks into his house just as Kurt walks down the steps, almost knocking into Steve.

" Hey!" Steve stumbles back grabbing onto the door as he catches himself. " I need to borrow your keys" Kurt pleads. " Why don't you have your own car, Kurt?"

Kurt twirls back and forth on his heels as he shrugs, " Mom and dad think it's better if you drive me around." Last time Kurt had a car, he had a girl in the back of the car that he was supposingly driving her to where she needed to go. She was going to pay him but the police let him off with a warning as they found a drill in his car, she was unconscious in the back with water that wasn't really water.

" Kurt" Steve warns. Keys walk from the kitchen, pushing his glasses onto the bridge of his nose as he watches Kurt plead Steve for the car keys, rolling his eyes.

" The last time you drove a car, you had a poor girl in the back barely even alive. It's a good thing the police let you off with a warning. You can't cause trouble"

" But I need to go to the store" Kurt whines as he stomps his foot. Keys is munching on a pack of gummy worms as he says to Steve, " I'll take him."

He grabs the keys away from Steve before Steve can protest and those two were out the door.

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" Dingus! Are you home?" Robin stood as she rang the door bell. Steve's BMW was parked in the drive way but he hasn't been answering her calls. She hurried over to his house in a hurry thinking something has happened.

The door swings open and it's not Steve who answers the door, but someone that looks like him with glasses on his face.

" Um, hello?" she asks like she knows him but she doesn't. Keys leans against the door as he looks at Robin in a bit of surprise and shock.

" Can I help you?" He asks.

" Is Steve here?" He cautiously eyes her up and down. A hand appears on his back, " I've got this." It's Steve as he closes the door a bit leaving it a jar as he steps out to talk to Robin.

" Who was that?" she asks, pointing to the door. "Do you know him?"

" That's no one" Steve shakes his head. " Why are you here?" he crosses his arms over his chest. Robin looks at him weirdly as she brushes away the person she saw before like it was nothing.

" Okay" she flicked him in the forehead, " why aren't you answering your phone? I've called like a gazillion times" He rubbed his forehead while she talked.

" Because I was busy Robin" he says.

" What-" she was cut off when the door opened and there stood Kurt, looking between Steve and Robin.

" Oh who's this, Steve? Is this your girlfriend?" He asks, Robin takes in sight of him with her nose scrunching up. Didn't he know what a shower was? Did he know the definition of shampoo?

" Uh hi" Robin says. " I'm not this dingus girlfriend, far from it"

" I'm Kurt" he introduces himself when Steve pushes at his chest. " Go inside Kurt. I'll be there in a minute" Kurt is pouting as he waves to Robin as he walks inside.

" Who was that? How many people are in there? Why do they both look like you?"

" They are my brothers, I'm a triplet" Robin's eyes go wide. There was no way that Steve was a triplet and holding this far too long.

" Does Y/N know? Why haven't you told anyone else?" Steve sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. " Now is not a good time, Robin. I will explain everything later. I need to get back inside"

" You need to tell Y/N. You can't hide this from her"

" I will when the time comes, now please Robin" she sighs as she waves him by walking down his drive way and taking her bike as she rides away.

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You've been trying to get a hold of your boyfriend all week and he has been making up some excuses that he's busy with the kids or something else came up. You catch Robin before she goes to work to find out anything from her.

" It's nothing too bad, you have to talk to him" She wasn't about to tell you about the triplets thing. She wanted you to find out on your own and this was a topic to talk to Steve about.

" Are you sure? He's not cheating on me?" you asked, worry written in your eyes. She shook her head, " If he was cheating on you than you'd already know. From me" she pats her chest as she makes her way down the steps.

The familiar BMW rolls around the corner and Steve curses to himself seeing on the sidewalk with Robin.

" Hey baby, what are you doing here?" he asks leaning through the window, already in his vest as he's ready for work.

" Came to see Robin about something, nice to see you too" he winced at the way your worded that. His heart sinks to his stomach and he knows he's doing this wrong and should tell you.

" Come by later, to the house" he says, surprising you and Robin. " We will talk."

" are you sure?" you asked.

" Yes, you'll see everything" Robin looks at him than at you seeing the worry wash off your face replaced with surprise. You casted her a look to make sure he told you what he said and she shrugged.

" I'll see you later, I love you" he blew you a kiss as he said he loves you too.

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You stood on the front porch of his house debating if you should ring the door bell or not. The door swings open to reveal Steve, he's looking a bit worried as you entered his house.

" Jesus, this is massive and beautiful" Steve smirks.

" That's not the only thing that's massive" He mumbles making you gasp as you swat his chest. " Steve Harrington!" he laughs throwing his head back.

" Who's this?" you turn around hearing an unfamiliar voice. Your eyes grow wide seeing another look a like your boyfriend, only he had glasses on his face.

" Y/N, this is my brother Keys. Keys, this is my girlfriend Y/N"

" Keys?" you question not really getting the name.

" My name is Walter, but I go by Keys" you nod as you understood. A pair of hands land on your shoulders, scaring you as you turned around meeting a face that looks like your boyfriend too. This one had greasy hair, a wide smile on his face as he looks you over.

" She's so pretty, Steve. You really scored" Kurt says. You shift uncomfortable as you look at Steve for help.

" Kurt, leave Y/N alone. Y/N this is Kurt, my brother" your eyes got wide as you look at the three. " You three are triplets? Is this what you wanted me to not find out?"

Steve nodded as he sighed.

" I didn't want to scare you off"

" Steve" you made your way over to him but not before Kurt go in between the of you. " You're really pretty, my brother always gets the best once" he pouts. You wraps his arm around your shoulder while you shifted uncomfortably.

" Leave Y/N alone" Steve warned knowing the look on Kurts face already telling him some bad news. Kurt put his hands up as he stepped back but not before winking at you.

Kurt watches as Steve moves to stand next to you with his arm when his arm previously was. Something lingering his eyes as he frowns. Keys takes a look at Kurt seeing the look on his face before he makes his way over to him.

" You better not do anything, she seems like a nice girl and Steve loves her"

Kurt hums in response not paying attention as he's paying attention the way you giggled and pushed Steve's shoulder playfully. Why couldn't he find someone as pretty as you? He wanted what Steve has.

You.

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You have no idea what had happened but the next thing you knew you were waking up in a car as it was driving. You stared at the ceiling of the car, squinting your eyes feeling the car moving. Who was driving?

Last time you were watching a movie with Steve and fell asleep in his arms. You felt someone move you but you thought it was Steve putting you in his bed to sleep in.

You let out a groan as you sat up gripping your head.

" What is this?" you asked looking around when your eyes land on the person who's driving the car. It's Kurt.

" Kurt? Where are we going? Where are you taking me?" your hand reached out for the door handle but it didn't budge. Kurt has locked the doors. He looked at you through the review mirror with a wide grin spread on his face.

" Don't you worry" he turns around when he's at a stop sign. " You're safe with me" he says. You felt a really cold chill down your spine.

" Where we going?" you looked around to see if you knew the area he was taking you but you had no idea. You haven't been around much here.

" You're going to stay with me for a bit, we're going to hang out. You seem really cool girl and I just want to see what your all about, you know?"

" Kurt take me back to your house" Kurt shakes his head.

" Nope, can't do that" he says grinning through the review mirror. You sank back in your seat hoping that Steve would know that you were gone.

You didn't like this one bit.

" Please take me back" you gripped his seat with your fingers. His eyes grew wide a bit feeling you closeness as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

" I can't do that, relax. Have a water in the back, you're fine" he reaches into the back of the pockets for the water he's talking about and tosses to you. It falls into your lap and rolls to the ground.

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Steve's hands reaches out to grab onto you when he comes to find the coldness of the mattress where your body usually lays. His eyes snap open, blinking sleep raising his head to look around the darkness of his bedroom. He mumbles underneath his breathe softly saying your name to be met with nothingness. He sits up in his bed with the covers falling off of him and rubs on of his eyes with a balled up fist moving the covers off of him as his feet hit the floor.

He reaches with his hand turning the door knob, the door creaks open and his shoulder raises to hear if he awoken Kurt up or Keys. There was not a sound coming from anywhere. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Usually he would hear Kurt staying up all night in his room.

He steps into the hall, closing his door softly as he heads towards the kitchen where he knows he usually would find you. His feet padded on the ground as his hands searches for the light switch on the wall and he find it, the light makes his squint.

There was no one in sight at the kitchen, the only sound he heard was the little water dripping. He turns his head to peek into the living room and no one was there either. Where were you? He turns around ready to head back to his room when a body collides with him sending him stumbling back.

He rubs the little pain in his head from collision with someone. He looks around in the hallway to see it was his brother, Keys. He pushed his glasses up his nose as he looks toward Steve.

" Thought it was you" Keys muttered as he ran a hand through his hair.

" Have you seen Y/N?" Keys knitted his eyebrows together as he shook his head. The last time he saw you was the last interaction he had with you and that you were by Steve's side.

" I haven't, sorry" he says. Steve nods, biting his lips as he looks up at the ceiling wondering if Kurt was sleeping or you were in Kurt's room and he was scaring you. " Do you think Kurt is with her?" Key asked, there was a feeling in Steve's stomach as he looked towards his brother.

" I have a feeling they might be together" The two headed back down the hall towards Kurt's room. Keys opened the door and turning on the light. Kurt's bed was a bit messy with the covers pulled back and he was no where in sight. Neither were you.

" He's not here" Steve says. Keys turns to look at him giving him thank you for that information look on his face. Steve shrugged as he ran a hand through his hair.

" Maybe they took a walk" Keys offered like it wasn't the right answer, but an answer. " Kurt doesn't like walks" Steve says.

" Where are you keys, Steve?" Steve eyes got wide as he rushed back into his room with Keys following him and fumble with his pants looking for the pocket where he usually puts his keys in.

He comes up empty. The two look at each other with panic.

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You groaned as your head rolls back and your vision comes in clear view of a ceiling that was unknown to you. You turned your head to see someone standing by a fire place poking at something. Your little noises has alert him as he turned around. Kurt.

" You're awake, sunshine" he beams making his way over to you and sitting on the edge of the bed. Your eyes grew wide in panic scooting away from him on the bed with fear in your eyes. Kurt pouted at the sight of the fear.

" No need to be afraid, I just want to get to know you and be your friend Y/N' he reaches with his hand but you scoots back some more, away from him.

" Please ta-ake m-me home" you shake, nibbling on the inside of your cheeks. " Pl-lease.." you begged him. He hummed as he took a hold of your wrist in his hands, tugging you to his side.

" Don't worry, you are safe here. With me" he says brushing his lips against the side of your head. " You belong with me" he mumbles. You clench your eyes shut, whimpering and wishing Steve would walk through the doors and save you.

" He doesn't deserve you" he's talking about Steve, Kurt was really jealous that Steve got all the girls and got the prettiest girl out of them all. You.

" You never noticed me before, you were alway so kind to me" he says. You looked over him as he looked down at his lap. His greasy hair shielding his eyes from you. " What do you mean, Kurt?"

His gaze met yours as he smiled, " At school. Steve was King Steve. Keys was always the smart one and me" he shrugged, " no one liked me. But you, you were my partner for one of the classes we had together and you were so kind to me."

" People never noticed you, you were always trying to fit in and you always wanted to be like Steve" He nods. There is a deep frown on his face as he listens to you.

" I've only wanted someone to care about me the way you care about Steve"

" One day you will find that, Kurt.." he shakes his head.

" I want it with you" the words send chills down your spine from the way he looked at you. Did Steve knew you were missing? Was he looking for you?

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" Why do you think he took her?" Robin asks as she looks between Steve and Keys. Steve was pacing the room while Keys stood in the corner tuning the radio in his hands alerting the others about the situation.

" Do you really think hearing the sound of his voice will alter the others? I mean have they met him?" Robin points towards Keys who looked up at the sound of her question.

" Yes I think he took her, Kurt is capable of something like this and Robin, it's bound to happen where they all find out about my brothers. It's not like they were hidden. We all went to high school together " Steve says with his hands on his hips.

" I went to same school as him" she points to Keys who scoffed at her, " and your other brother?" Steve nodded, shrugging. " The two weren't popular like King Steve."

" King Steve" snorted Keys.

" What's wrong with King Steve?" Steve asked, " Why do you always have to laugh about it?' Keys shrugged.

" You were a joke back then" Keys says. Then they hear a voice on the radio, it's Mike's and El's voice.

" Repeat that" Steve rushes towards Keys grabbing the radio off of him and leaning his ear against it to hear better. He thought he heard right but he's not too sure.

" There was a guy, he had unwashed hair with a trucker hat on and a blue long sleeve shirt and he looked like he was in a rush but he looked like Steve..."El spoke as she caught the attention of Steve. He withheld it back from his hands as all the color from his face disappeared.

" Steve...?" Robin asked watching him lose all the color from his face as he stumbled back. " Woah there" Keys rushed around to hold him up.

" We're going to find her, okay?" Keys says. Steve looked up him with glossed over eyes as his lip quivered. He couldn't believe Kurt would do something like this, to his own brother. His heart felt torn of the thought of something happening to you.

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The door to the cabin opened was Kurt stumbled in with bags of food that he had brought with him. He sets them on the kitchen counter turning to look at you, you were in the same spot as you were before.

" Your free to come take a look at what I brought for you. These are some of. your favorites" your eyes looked towards the door then back to Kurt seeing his back to you. He moved to the other side of the kitchen when you slide off the couch and quietly stood up.

The little noise alerted Kurt that you had moved. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder through his greasy hair and turned back around to look into the bags. He thought you were going to come and take a look at what he brought for you when his head snapped hearing the sound of your feet running to the door.

" You can't leave!" he shouts running after you, the bag falls to the ground with a roll of some cans that Kurt found in the kitchen in his house. You were too busy to run to pay attention to anything else. The wind flew in your hair as you continued to run with Kurt hot on your tail.

" I love you!" he shouted after you in the distance. You came near a tree to catch your breath, sliding down down at feeling your heart race and looking behind the tree to see no one was there. It was silence only the sound of some birds.

You licked your lips, looking around the tree once more and turned your head gasping in sight seeing Kurt standing there with a small knife in his hand.

" I told you that you can't leave" your eyes grew wide as he placed a small piece of tape on your mouth and next thing you knew, you saw nothing. Kurt picked you over his shoulder as he carried you back into the cabin.

" Bad Y/N, really bad Y/N. You disappointed me" he says.

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" Y/N! Y/N!" Nancy shouted your name in the middle of the woods looking around. " Would you keep it down? He might hear us" Keys says as he glares at her. " She was just doing the same thing, you know?" she points to Robin who looks back at her with a shrug.

" How are we going to find her?" Dustin asked. Steve looked around and his eyes spotted a figure walking to a car to get something.

" Do-" Lucas spoke up but Steve's hand clasped over his mouth as he puts a finger to his lips pointing to the figure. It was really hard to tell who it was until the sound of a snap was heard alerting the person that someone was there.

The gang and both Harrington brothers hide in the bushes and trees while Kurt turned around with a flash light in his hands over looking to see who was there.

" Whoever you are, go away" he says turning back around. He was leaning in his truck to not notice that Steve and Keys were slowly making their way behind him, and suddenly feeling hands on him as he was ready to scream when he got pushed into the trunk.

" That's not-" he didn't get to finish his sentence as he spots his brothers staring down at him. " Keys! Steve!" he says happy to see them. Steve looks like he was ready to kill but Keys stared down at his brother in disappointment.

" You always cause trouble, Kurt. This time you went too far" Steve says, " I'm going to call mom and dad, you'll be joining them from now on on their vacations" Kurts eyes grew wide as he shook his head. He didn't like his parents very much, he felt more comfortable with his brothers.

" Please...I'm-" he didn't get to finish his sentence as Keys and Steve shut the trunk of the car closed with Kurt yelling inside that he was going to get back at Steve for this.

" Steve?" it was like music to his ears hearing the sound of your voice. He quickly turned around just in time for you to race in his arms. His eyes brim with tears having you back in his arms.

" I'm here" Steve mumbles into the crook of your neck, " you're safe."

He pulls away cupping your face, frowning seeing the dried up blood in the corner of your head.

" I'm okay, Stevie. I'm much better now, I knew you were going to come for me."

" I always will" He says, leaning down pressing his forehead against yours. " I'm always going to find you."

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