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new beginnings

an; Joel has completely overtaken my brain and I'm not mad about it. I kept thinking about how Joel would feel about being approached, and openly desired after everything that happens between game one and game two-although here, he doesn't lie to Ellie. (I won't say more in case anyone hasn't seen the full play through but iykyk) Enjoy a semi-well adjusted Joel. Thanks to @wheresarizona for talking me through this💜 and to @foli-vora for being the bestest cheerleader 💜

reblogs are appreciated

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ no minors, big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, creampie, a few spanks, generally clueless Joel, Ellie being a little shit (affectionately) alcohol, let me know if I missed any!

Masterlist part 2

He’d barely taken a sip of his drink when she sat down at his booth.

“Hi.” She smiled brightly, mischief and amusement shining in her pretty eyes. He frowned at her.

“Hi-” He took a look around, vaguely wondering if she’d mistaken him for someone else but she pressed on, introducing herself.

“Now’s when you’d introduce yourself back.” Her smile remained, her eyes scanning him, something like interest arranging itself on her features.

“I’m Joel.” He straightened out, watching her with growing confusion.

“Hi Joel, it’s nice to meet you.” She stuck out her hand, waiting for him patiently. He obliged, giving hers a firm shake.

“You need somethin’?” His tone was neutral, maybe a bit gruff but she laughed.

“Depends. You offering anything?” She bit her lip, her drink grasped against her chest and for the first time in years Joel was shocked into silence. She was flirting with him.

“I–uh, I’m good.” He kicked himself mentally. It wasn’t how he’d meant to decline, she wasn’t deterred though, instead she rose, smile still present.

“Come find me if you change your mind.” She winked then, and disappeared through the crowd. Leaving him with his drink, and his thoughts.

You asked about him as you went about your day, bringing him up as casually as you could with your hands elbow deep in the dirt.

“Joel? Joel Miller?” Tommy had been looking for Maria, overhearing you mention his name.

“Joel yes, not sure about his last name-” He was smiling curiously and it clicked. “Is he your brother?”

“Well, if we’re thinkin’ of the same guy then yes. Big, grumpy old man? Grey hair? Sour expression?” The horse he was leading knickered softly behind him.

“Gorgeous older man, broad as all get out? Yes–is he single?” The dirt clumped by your feet as you transferred seedlings into bigger nursery pots. Tommy laughed.

“Shit yeah, he’s single. Not sure how he’d react to you hittin’ on him though.”

“He seemed a bit annoyed, and confused.” You conceded, “I am very interested in him.” You sighed to yourself, remembering the broadness of him.

“You already hit on him?” His eyebrows flew up into his hairline. “God I wish I coulda been there to see that. What’d he say?”

“Well, he basically said -I’m good- and frowned, he seemed a little lost which leads me to believe he doesn’t get approached much.” It was a crazy thought, that no one else would take their chance and speak to him.

“Yeah I bet he did-” he was leading the horse away. “-he’s a bit closed off, but a good guy. Be patient with him!” He was off then, leading the horse towards the stables.

It was another few days before you saw him at the bar again, that same annoyed expression on his handsome face. You wasted no time.

“Hi Joel.” You slid into the spot next to him, looking up at him through your lashes. “Nice to see you again.” He frowned at you.

“Hi–” He signalled to the bartender, “You need somethin’ from me?”

“Some company?” He pursed his lips and thoughts of kissing him flooded your mind. “Thought maybe you could teach me where you learned to be such a great conversationalist?” You raised your eyebrows and almost despite himself, he let out a bark of laughter, but caught himself quickly.

“I am only here for a drink.” The bartender brought a glass over then, pouring him a healthy measure of something a dark amber colour. He turned with the cup in hand, facing you with something like uncertainty before making his way to the same booth from your first meeting.

“So, Joel. Tell me about yourself.” You sat across from him, making yourself comfortable.

“Not much to tell.” He took a gulp of his drink, scanning the room before his eyes fell back on you. They scanned you just as they did the room. “What about you then?”

“What about me?” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t think you were here when I came the first time.” He took another gulp. “Or maybe you were. I don’t know.”

“I wasn’t, I arrived about a month ago and now I work in agriculture.”

“Agriculture.” He repeated, “Growing the food.”

“That’s right, growing the food.” You nursed your own drink, taking in his features in the low light of the bar. “How old are you Joel?” He lets out a heavy sigh.

“I’d say fifty-six, fifty-seven come fall.” He gulped down the rest of his drink, “And you?”

“Somewhere in my mid thirties in a few months, could be thirty-seven or thirty-eight. I stopped counting a long time ago.” His frown deepened for a moment before he rose abruptly.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” With that he was gone.

The food always surprised him, no matter how long he’d been in Jackson, it always floored him how good it was. Warm and comforting, nothing like the dry stale things he’d eaten for–well years.

Ellie was speaking to him but he was too focused on the food in front of him, hadn’t even realized he wasn’t listening until he felt her smack his arm.

“Hello? Earth to Joel? Am I talking to my goddamn self?” Her face was pinched in annoyance.

“Sorry, what?” He tore his attention away from his bowl and made himself listen.

“I said—“ she sighed big, “Tommy says he can help us fix the garage for me.” She spooned more food into her mouth, “I want it to be like a loft.”

“Mhm.” He grunted into his bowl, “Sure.”

“Hey Joel, nice to see you during the day.” He hadn’t noticed her come in. Seeing her standing there with what looked to be a basket of different produce made him sputter, luckily he didn’t choke. “Hi-“ she spoke to Ellie then, introducing herself with that same beaming smile she always wore. He found himself thinking about how pretty she was.

“I’m Ellie, nice to meet you.” There was something in Ellie’s voice he didn’t like, a cheekiness and he just knew he’d be hearing about this later. “So, how do you know Joel?”

“Oh we met at the bar, are you two related?” She gestured between the two of them.

“Somethin’ like that.” He spoke low, unsure how to answer the simple question.

“He’s just my asshole caretaker. The bar sounds fun though, Joel—should I leave you two alone?” She was enjoying this way too much.

“No need, I’m just making a delivery, but hopefully I’ll see you around.” She bit her lip, watching him intently as she moved a few steps away. “It was nice to meet you Ellie.” With a final blinding smile, she was off towards the kitchen.

He sighed big at the way Ellie practically vibrated next to him.

“Don’t.” He warned.

“Oh but you know I fucking will!” She was giddy with excitement.

“Stop it Ellie.”

“So, when’s the wedding?” He pinched his brow, “Can I be your best man or person or whatever? I’ve never been to a wedding—“

“Ellie quit it, it’s nothin’.” He pushed his food away, no longer in the mood to eat with the way his stomach felt, chucking it up to annoyance at Ellie and definitely not adrenaline at seeing her.

“What? Joel are you fucking blind? That woman likes you! She likes you a lot, you gonna ask her out?” He sighed again, rising from his seat.

“Ellie, I am beggin’ you, please don’t make a big fuss.” He gave her a hard stare. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” He quickly put his jacket on, ignoring the way she rolled her eyes at him.

“Yeah yeah, you goddamn grump.” She went back to eating, leaving him to get on with his day and he couldn’t have been more grateful.

You found him at the same booth a few days later, nursing what looked to be his regular drink of choice and once again sat with him. This time though, as you tried to make conversation it finally hit you. His attitude didn’t change, his frown remained in place, his answers were short and your heart sank.

What you’d hoped was just a gruff exterior, a facade waiting to be taken down was now looking more like his general personality.

I think I’m barking up the wrong tree here.

The realisation weighed heavy in your gut as you sat there with him, forcing a conversation he obviously didn’t want to have. You watched him struggling, the cogs in his mind turning, no doubt looking for a way to get out of having to entertain you.

“So–you got any family alive–?” His voice was unsure and suddenly you felt foolish.

“Nope, all dead. Well, thanks for the company, I’ll leave you to it.” You shot back the rest of your drink and rose quickly, ignoring the shame and hurt swirling in your chest, moving away from him to lick your wounds by yourself.

“What do you want me to say Joel?” Tommy was irritated, his back turned to Joel while he went about cleaning his weapons.

“I’d like to know why is all, I don’t get it.” He stood at the door to the workshop, his arms crossed.

“God knows why but she’s sweet on you.” The rifle was taken apart on the workbench, holding most of Tommy’s attention. “But like I said before, just talk to her, or let her know if you aren’t interested.”

“She’s a beautiful young woman, and I’m a grumpy old man.” He couldn’t help but kick at the floor, his mind a whir of inadequacy and confusion.

“You got that fuckin’ right.” It was said under his breath but Joel heard it just the same.

“I haven’t been with anyone since Tess, Tommy.” He sighed out loud. His brother's attention turned to him fully then, the tools in his hands now dropped to the table.

“I know that, you don’t have to be with anyone if you don’t want to. Now this girl likes you, and it sounds to me like you like her back. So be a grown-up and talk to her.” His younger brother gave him a half smile, sending Joel away with more than enough food for thought.

He’d had a pep talk with himself on the way over to the bar.

Smile.

Ask questions.

Be nice to her.

It was a simple list but ever since things had gone to shit, Joel had found it hard to keep up with friendly niceties. Not much room for that in the world of today, things were different here though and he had to get with the program, or he’d be looking at the rest of his time on this earth alone.

He thought back to how things had been with Tess, how naturally they'd come together, how easy–but it only seemed easy to him because Tess had been the one to go to work. She’d taken the raw anger and muscle that was Joel and shaped him, honed him and directed him towards their common goal. She’d initiated every aspect of their relationship and it was only now that he realised how grateful he’d been.

The bar was busy, his usual booth was taken so he stood near the counter, waiting for the barkeep to bring him his usual drink. His eyes raked through the room. He ignored the relief he felt when he finally spotted her sitting with a group of people he didn’t know, watching the easy way she smiled, the way her face lit up when she laughed. She spotted him then and he frowned to see her dim a bit. She raised her glass to him in greeting, but she didn’t join him like he thought she would.

So he waited.

He had one drink, thinking maybe she didn’t want to be rude to her friends. He had another drink, his eyes finding their way back to where she sat every few minutes, perking up when finally she rose from the table. He ran through his notes to himself as she weaved her way through the patrons, but instead of finding him, she waved goodbye to the bartender, and walked out into the night.

Maybe she was tired.

He thought to himself as he walked back home, ignoring the tiny voice in his head, the one that told him she changed her mind.

He shook the thought away. She just needed some effort, what he needed to do was walk up to her and sit with her for a change. He needed to take the initiative and the next time he saw her at the bar, he would.

She wasn’t there.

He asked around for her, noting that no one had seen her at the bar in a few days.

He didn’t want to admit that he was worried about her, didn’t want to say the words out loud, not to himself, or to Tommy, or god forbid Ellie. He was, though and the feeling lingered in the pit of his stomach, a boulder he carried alone.

He sighed, annoyed with himself at not having been able to just express the way she made him feel, to tell her that just as she’d been looking at him - god knows why - he’d been looking back at her. He sighed again, thankful her house was just another block away, reminding himself that this town was safe, that she’d probably be busy.

The sky was clear enough to see the stars, the Milky Way a great swathe across the sky. Too bright to be inside and so you’d made yourself comfy on your porch, the cooling cup of tea in your hands your only companion for the night.

I should see if I can find myself a dog or something.

The thought bounces around with growing interest, would be nice to have something to cuddle and keep you company.

There’s movement just beyond the walkway up towards your porch and for a second you think it might just be people walking home from the movie but the shape is familiar.

“Joel?” You’re surprised to see him here, “does Maria need something?” You’re on high alert.

“No, I-uh, I came lookin’ for you,” he slows his stride midway up the walkway,

“Oh, okay—you need something?”

“I was just wonderin’ where you been. Haven’t seen you at the bar, and last time you didn’t come talk to me. Wanted to see if you were okay.” He scratched at the back of his neck, his discomfort apparent.

“It’s alright Joel.” You let out a breath, grateful for his worry but resigned. “You don’t have to check up on me. I can take a hint, I figured I’d leave you be.” You gave him a small smile.

“What do you mean?” He took another step forward, inching his way to the foot of your porch.

“I mean, I get it. You’re not interested and it’s okay. I can deal with a crush, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because you don’t like me back. I’m a big girl I’ve been rejected before and no doubt I’ll be rejected again—“

“I’m not rejectin’ you I just—“ He took one step up.

“Really Joel, It’s okay, I’ll be fine and you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“What is it you like? I mean physically, you find me attractive I guess but why? I’m a grouchy old man.” He crossed his arms, his face pinched with an almost angry curiosity. You couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Why am I attracted to you? I don’t know Joel. I think you’re gorgeous for one. You’re big and strong, and I like that you’re older than me. I like your face and your hands, and when I look at you I just wanna sit in your lap and kiss.” It came out without your permission but there it was, honesty. “I won’t say you aren’t a little scary, in the way that I can see you’ve probably done some things you thought you’d never have to do, but that’s the world we live in now I suppose. Can’t say I haven’t done some of that stuff too.”

“You think all that of me?” He took another step up.

“Yes, now if you don’t want that kind of attention from me, I can understand that and eventually I’ll get over you.” His hair was combed back, the grey of it catching the light of the moon.

“I don’t want you to get over me.” One final step and now he’s standing over you. “I’ll never understand why you think those things about me but I’d like to try, maybe get a drink together like a real date.”

“You want to take me out on a date?” Your heart raced, butterflies fluttering around in your belly.

“Yes ma’am. I think you’re real pretty, and I’d like to take you out for a drink. ” He smiles, making you swoon a little. “Come on, we got time.” He holds his hand out, and you take it without hesitation.

—-

The walk home from the bar and your official first date was more akin to a stroll, the two of you weaving your way through the streets until your little house came into view. His voice was so soothing, the low pitch of it the soundtrack for the trip back and you did your best to enjoy the sound of it. He stopped when you reached the walkway and that pesky honesty bubbled up and out of your mouth.

“You ever gonna kiss me Joel?” His lips looked so soft, the plush of them a subject of many of your daydreams.

“I was plannin’ on it, was waitin’ til’ we got to your front door.” His hands dug their way into his pockets, a nervous gesture.

Wordlessly you threaded your arm with his and led him up the steps towards your door, hardly able to contain the smile and once you’d made it there, he went for it. Shy and tentative at first, a soft press of his lips to yours but it quickly changed. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, begging for entrance just as his hands moved from your shoulders to rest at your hips.

You can’t help but whimper into his mouth, can’t help but press yourself closer, stand on your tippy toes to be as near to him as you can be.

“Come inside-“ you breathe the words onto his mouth when you both finally pull away. “Come inside and kiss me some more.” You wrap one arm around his neck, pressing the palm of the other onto his face, satisfying the urge to run your fingers through the greying patches of hair.

“Yeah? You want me to come in?” He pulls you close, his big palms on your back, the warmth of them seeping through your layers.

“Yes, do you want to?” You press kisses to his jaw, to his lips and neck, the beating of his heart thrums against your lips with every kiss you press to his throat.

“God, yes.” His breathy admission makes you drip, makes you rush to open the door and pull him inside.

He falls onto the couch and you’re close behind him, your knees bracketing his hips to fulfil all of your favourite fantasies. The smile on his face when you settle onto his lap heats your blood, it urges you to slip your hands around his neck and hold him close, to grind your aching core against the hardening pillar of his sex underneath you while you kiss him just how you’ve been wanting to.

He moans into your mouth. His hands sweep downwards from your ribs, they land heavy on your ass and pull you closer, coaxing a steady river of slick to drip out and onto your panties.

“I want you so bad Joel.” You bite his lip, relishing the groan he gifts you with. “I’m so fucking wet for you.” Your fingers slip through the soft waves at the back of his neck. His eyes find you and he lets out a low Fuck, his eyes lustblown in the low light of your cozy little livingroom. “Can I sit on your cock?” You ask him in your sweetest voice, “Please?”

He lets out a shaky breath, his forehead pressed to yours and he nods.

“Yes baby, you can have whatever you want.”

Within a few frantic minutes, his cock was out, resting heavily against the softness of his belly. You can’t help but stare at it while moving away to quickly shed your bottom layers. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. He’s so thick, the head of him an angry red and sticky with his own arousal.

You sat back onto his thighs, moving up to notch him at your dripping entrance–his hands guided you down slowly, until you sat flush and he was sheathed to the hilt.

“Fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good.” His eyes are shut tight and you sit motionless for a moment, breathing through the delicious stretch of him.

“So do you, you’re fucking huge Joel.” You clench around him and relish the filthy moan he lets out. His hands are heavy, gripping the globes of your ass, holding you tight to him.

Your heart is pounding, both in your chest and in your cunt, you bounce to its beat–unable to hold out any longer. You let out a hiss at the way his fingers dig into your flesh, relishing the thought of feeling the evidence of your coupling in the days to come.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grits the words out, his mouth pressed against the collar of your shirt—too many layers. It only takes a moment to open your shirt, to pull down the cups of your bra and even less than that to have his mouth attach itself to the stiff peak of your nipple.

It was obscene the way he moaned into your skin, his mouth a steady suck while you did your best to bounce, slick seeping out around him, finally finding the rhythm that inches you closer to your peak but his eyes close tight, reinforcing his grip on your hips.

“Oh fuck, fuck baby wait—oh god I’m gonna come—“ he let out a shudder against the spit slicked skin of your breast and you felt him twitch inside you, felt the spurt of him deep.

It was much faster than you expected. Faster than you’d hoped; you couldn’t help but be incredibly flattered.

“Jesus Christ–” His face was pressed up against your chest, his hands sweeping slowly from your ass, up to rub your back. “I’m sorry, feel like a fuckin’ teenager again.”

“Don’t be, hell of a way to make a girl feel good about herself.” You tried to ignore the way your own climax was slipping away from you. “Makes me feel sexy.” You pulled his face up and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.

“You are sexy, incredibly sexy.” He looked so beautiful in that moment, with the flush crawling up his neck and stars in his eyes. “But I want you to come.” His hand moved, his thumb slipping into your mouth, the pad of it sliding against your tongue for a moment before he slipped it between the lips of your sex to circle around your neglected little clit.

You couldn’t help but clench around him–couldn’t help but tighten your hold onto the grey waves of his hair as he kept up his dizzying rhythm,

“I want you to feel good.” His voice was a velvet rasp, “I want you to come around my cock.” His mouth found your nipple then, his tongue laving at it mercilessly.

It was right there. The friction of his thumb just right, his mouth a steady suck. Heat crawled up your spine, bloomed in your core and with a final swirl you clenched around him, waves of pleasure crashing through you like waves on a shore.

“Good god—“ you folded into him, arms wrapped around his neck tight.

“I feel like I could melt into this sofa.” He was blissed out, softening inside you.

“Me too.” You pressed kisses to his cheeks, showering him with post coital affection.

“We won’t though.” He had a mischievous glint in his eye when he looked up, “let me catch my breath, then you’re gonna get it.”

His grip is tight on your hips, the span of his hands on your skin is almost dizzying but you couldn’t focus on that just now. Instead you focused on the way he filled you, on the way his cock was splitting you open in the best way possible. You focused on the wet, obscene sounds coming from between your legs.

You focused on how wet you were, on how it seeped out around him and down your thighs, on the comforting feel of his body pressed against yours.

“That’s it baby, take it–” He snapped his hips faster and you had to put your arms up in front to keep from moving up and bumping your face into the headboard. “This what you wanted?” He bent forward, one hand sliding up the soft skin of your belly, up to hold the weight of your breast in his hand, your nipple tightening almost painfully against his palm. All you could do was moan, throaty cries of pleasure escaping from somewhere in your throat.

His confidence was high, you could hear it in the breathy laugh he let out at your inability to speak. Could feel it as he slowed down from a heavy thrust to a slow grind, his groin pressed up tightly against the swell of your ass.

He gave you no warning.

A loud crack–a heavy spank made you gasp into the damp sheets under your mouth.

It was a shock, but a very welcome one. Heat spreads through your face, it tingles its way along your skin; into your breasts and through your core and you feel a wave of slick drip out around you but he’s silent. There’s a flicker of doubt in the way he stays completely still.

“Talk to me baby.” His voice is soft; chaste. His hand soothes over the stinging skin where his palm had landed.

“Do it again.” You barely recognize your own voice, a low wanton thing.

He obeys, another loud crack on the other cheek as his thrusts pick up. This time his pace is brutal, his hands landing yet another smack before he’s bent over and reaching around, his fingers a delicious swirl at your clit.

“Soak my cock, be good for me and come.” His voice is in your ear, his teeth taking your lobe into his mouth while he bodily shoves you over the edge and into a blinding climax. You clench around the thickness of him, the muscles in your thighs tensing as you crest and the force of it pulls him under with you. A filthy moan in your ear before you feel the hot spurt of him deep inside.

“Jesus Christ Joel–” You breathe hard into the sheets. He pulls out with a hiss and rolls to lay beside you.

“Good?” You can hear the pride swelling in his chest. “Did I redeem myself for comin’ too quick downstairs?” His drawl is more pronounced now with the way he almost slurs his words. You see the relaxation in his face when you turn to look at him. It looks good on his handsome face, almost like seeing a glimpse of a younger Joel, some long lost carefree version of him. If there had ever been that version of him at all. It was a nice image to hold in your mind, him–young and smiling.

You laugh, giddy with pleasure.

“It’s not a big deal, really flattering actually.” You trace a scar on his chest idly, the solid beat of his heart reassuring under your fingers.

“Embarrasin’ more like. I didn’t want you to think I was some two-pump chump.” His hand holds yours to his skin and you ignore the way your heart races, ignore the way it has nothing to do with the remnants of your orgasm. “You got somethin’ I can clean you up with?” He pulls away to sit up with a groan.

“What a gentleman.” You follow him. You can feel him dripping out of you when you slide to sit next to him at the edge of the bed, the perverse pleasure making you beam. “I got a better idea–” You stand and pull him up, “shower time.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiles, and follows you to your bathroom.

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comradekatara · 3 months

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hi, fully optional atla meta question: hypothetically, how would the rest of the gaang react if they somehow found out how very damaged and mentally ill sokka is? (also please know that I am asking this because you have the very bestest sokka takes thank you)

im so sorry, but something about the phrasing of this ask is just really funny to me??? idk why but i can’t stop picturing them all in therapy a la that one sunny episode. “the gaang gets analyzed.” aang being like “i was frozen in an iceberg for an entire century.” “that’s not possible.” “well first of all through the avatar spirit all things are possible, so jot that down.” azula constantly spouting that she graduated top of her class at the royal fire academy for girls so there’s no way some two bit shrink will be able to get through to her. toph insisting that she is impenetrable vault while spitting peanut shells at her therapist with utmost hostility, five minutes later she’s sobbing about her mommy. zuko doesn’t even need five minutes, he starts sobbing about his mommy in under five seconds. katara willingly recounts the entire story of her life but it’s the most biased narrative you’ve ever heard. ty lee somehow gets her therapist to open up to her. mai just does a little comedy bit to amuse herself until their time is up, and then afterwards she’s like “hm…. maybe i should’ve actually brought up my pervading existential dissatisfaction and constant unending misery.” suki doesn’t realize what the purpose of a therapy session is and keeps treating it like a first date. sokka keeps insisting that he doesn’t need therapy because he’s too smart for it. his therapist is like “i am perfectly willing to acknowledge that you’re a genius but that’s also totally irrelevant to the project of cognitive behavioral therapy.” sokka basically just treats it like a game to be won and somehow manages to describe every single facet of his life truthfully while passing himself off as perfectly well-adjusted and happy. katara and zuko come out of their sessions like “wow i feel so refreshed, like so many of my emotional burdens have been lifted, and i can finally navigate my feelings in a healthier way. isn’t therapy great?” and sokka’s just like “maybe for you normies. while you’re working on developing healthier coping mechanisms or whatever, i’m playing psychological pai sho with a guy who thinks i’m so mentally stable i don’t even need therapy.” so basically he is a lost cause.

#kalliopeia-musing #asks #i realized i actually didn’t answer your question at all #but it genuinely makes me too sad to talk about #so instead you get this #the gaang and #synthesis #(always sunny reference)#sokka #the royal fire academy for girls is the penn state of the fire nation btw #(jk obviously azula only goes to harvard)

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grimoireofhayley · 9 months

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 0.6k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie @juda-the-simp @colsons-baker

A/n: I am so sorry for the delayed update, it’s been a busy couple of days. I also apologize for this chapters shortness, the next one will be longer, I promise! It’s getting to the better parts now haha. I’m also a mother of twin boys, so updating may very this week, until they go to their dads on the weekend; I’ll do my best to upload as much chapters as I can tonight, so you’re not left starving for more 😜😜

All chapter links! 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

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Chapter 7

“Ghost Face?” Dewey mumbles to himself, “You know, it’s funny that you say that…” Dewey chuckles, not meaning any harm by it, he just finds it odd.

“What is it?” Tantum suddenly blurts, standing right next to you, and you nod your head, wanting Dewey to continue his explanation.

“Sidney got a call around the same time you did…” He strokes his mustache in a thinking manner, trying to piece his words together.

‘So, there’s two of them?’ You thought.

“She did?” You asked, “So, there must be two of them then, but why is it ‘funny’ I should say that?” You reiterated Dewey’s words, paraphrasing them.

“You got a heart in a box, whereas she is in the back of an ambulance right now as we speak because ‘Ghost Face’ tried to kill her…” He shakes his head, a small huff escaping his lips. “We had a sketch artist do her thing; asking questions about the appearance, y’know, the usual stuff and she drew this…” He holds up the mask, “To the T.” He lets out a chortle, “It’s ironic. She almost got killed, but you, you have an admirer… It’s twisted, that’s why it’s funny to me.” He closes his eyes for a second before blinking them open.

You were rendered speechless, not sure how to feel about the entirety of the situation.

“Is Sidney okay?” Tatum catechized, placing a hand over her chest, her breathing picking up speed as she felt her blood pressure rising, she was on the brink of a panic attack.

You look at her, gripping her shoulder. “I’m sure she’s fine, right Dewey?” You glance up at the deputy in front of you.

“Oh, yeah, she’s fine. She’s stable, just a few cuts here and there, she's just freaked out is all.” He reassures his sister.

“Oh, thank God.” Tatum gasps, hunching over as she places her hands on her knees, trying to elevate her panicked breaths.

“Um, speaking of freaked out, (Y/n), please don’t be alarmed..” He murmurs, rubbing the back of his head, debating whether he should tell you or not, but in the end, he opens his mouth…

You narrowed your eyes, your pupils dilating from a mixture of concern and aggravation, “What is it?”

“Billy… He, he-uh, was caught at the crime scene at Sidney’s and is being held in custody.” His face reddens as he averts his gaze elsewhere.

Dewey knew how close you and Billy are, but to tell you that your best friend has been arrested for the time being scared him. He didn’t know how you’d react, but from what he knows already, your emotions can be ‘explosive’ when it comes to people you care about.

“He’s what?!” You screeched, fuming, storming out of the house, grabbing your bag that was by the front door and slung it over your shoulder.

“Take me to him.” You demanded, looking up at Sheriff Burke, who was midst in a conversation with another Officer.

“Hold on, take you to who?” He asked, stepping away from his coworker, his eyebrows cocked at your tone.

“To Billy.” You bit your bottom lip, placing your hand on your hip.

“I can’t do that, he’s in questioning.” Sheriff Burke shakes head, not wanting to do this right now.

“You have to take me in for questioning, too. Do you not?” You looked at him, feet glued to the ground.

“Yes, I do--”

“Good, so let’s go.” You smiled, tapping your foot, shoving past Burke.

The Sheriff sighed, ascending his arm, directing you to his vehicle. “Off we go then…”

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#fanfiction #billy loomis #billy loomis x female reader #billy loomis x reader #billy x you x stu #scream 1996 #billy x stu #scream franchise #stu macher #stu macher x female reader

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Single Dad!König (Dream Daddy au)

(+ a bit of Ghost under the cut)

Thank you to everyone who indulged (said exactly what I asked them to say 😅) me.

Here’s the paragraph I wrote:

I imagine his heart sinking when Ava comes home sad and quiet, unwilling to look her dad in the eye. He recognizes what that means: that used to be him as a kid. His worst fears are confirmed when Ava admits she's being harassed by a boy at school, replaced by anger when Ava says her teachers simply shrugged and told her that boys will be boys, and has she considered that maybe he just has a crush on her? Needless to say, by the time König's walking out of that school, nobody will ever be hurting his little girl ever again. Honestly, one glimpse of Ava's dad by her classmates will keep her free from bullying for the rest of her life.

Now here’s a bit more about single dad König, namely, how he came to be a dad…and single :( Angst and death tw ahead (nothing graphic)

With Ghost, I said he would only have had Caden due to an accident, because of Simon’s previous trauma involving his family. He was firmly in the mindset that he would die in the field, he’s just not built for civilian life anymore, he's a danger to everyone who loves him. However, when Caden shows up at his doorstep, all he can think about is Tommy and his nephew Joseph when he looks at the boy. He probably does his best to get Caden sent to a different family member, but let’s suspend our disbelief that any responsible social worker would leave a kid with Simon “Ghost” Riley for a moment and say that the social worker is like “It’s you or the foster care system.” Realistically, Simon would probably be like “foster care is safer than living with me” but for the purposes of the AU, he took the kid in.

With König, he doesn’t have the same trauma/hangups regarding kids and family. He’s in the same boat as Simon: he’s a human weapon, and can’t function properly in civilian life. For König, his work is an outlet and keeps him stable. I’m gonna have to sit down and make a proper post about my König’s character (Alexander), but for my König, violence is a method of regulating his emotions and a way to manage his anxiety. Having power and being hyper competent in the field is key to his mental stability. However, I think he would be able to settle down, it would just take a very patient, special woman. (For the purposes of the AU his first partner is AFAB she/her.) Here’s where I start breaking hearts… 🤭

In Dream Daddy au, König considers his first wife the love of his life. She deeply understood him as a person and wasn’t afraid of him, even when he was socially awkward and intimidating. They were honestly kindred spirits: both of them had their neuroses and flaws, but instead of trying to fix each other or mold the other into some ideal partner, they accepted each other and thus were able to grow together. (And tbh they were already a match made in heaven anyway.) König’s wife never asked him to quit, and was completely ready to raise a child with him frequently being gone. She was a badass woman, and she really, really wanted to start a family with him, so they had Ava.

For three years, König was probably the happiest he’s been in a long time, and if you asked him he’d probably say it was the happiest time in his life. He was moving up the ranks at work, his mental health was in check, and he had a wife and adorable little daughter to go home to every leave. He started planning to transfer to a safer/more stable position, because as much as the military has done for him, he’s ready to step up as a father and a husband. Then he gets a call that changes his life forever, and suddenly he doesn’t get a choice anymore.

(I'm eternally sorry to the little fictional people I made up in my head because I entertained the idea of putting the Brooklyn 99 "Guess who got murdered!" gif here...)

One thing y'all need to know about my man Alexander is that he is the embodiment of "I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul-crushing devotion." His problem is that he never had devotion before his wife: he craved it like a starving man, and it engulfed him like water flowing into a basin when he got it. He had it for a handful of years (I'm thinking 6 but that's a flexible number), and now it's gone again. You know in movies when something horrible happens and they cut all the noise and there's just a high pitched ringing sound? That's König getting that phone call.

God. All I can imagine is König dropping everything and taking the next flight home. He’s in a daze, in a way that he’s never quite been before. His mind is finally quiet, but the emptiness is not peaceful. Then he finally sees his little girl, she runs into his arms, and the dam bursts. He just holds her and cries. He’s numb, a dead man walking throughout all the business that needs to be taken care of after his wife’s death. The only thing that brings him back to the land of the living is Ava. She’s so small, so sweet, and she doesn’t really understand what death means: all she knows is that her mama’s gone somewhere, and her dad is so, so sad all the time. She’s all that keeps him going, and the only reason he keeps himself alive.

By the time you come into his life, it’s been several years, but Ava is still a little girl. She doesn’t remember her mother at all except what König tells and shows her, because he’s determined to keep her memory alive. König’s been slowly rebuilding who he is as a person from whatever scraps are left. There’s a gaping hole inside him, and he’s reconstructed himself around the hole. In some ways he’s a totally new man, in other ways, he’s gone back to who he was before his wife came along. He’s bitter and angry at the way his life has treated him just as he was as a young man, but now he’s swallowed up by guilt and self loathing. He's gotten better at coping and functioning as the years have passed and life has continued on, but his grief has never really gone away.

(alexa, play "right where you left me" by taylor swift)

#HERE BUCCA GOES WRITING ESSAYS ABOUT A FICTIONAL MAN AGAIN #i spared you guys the 2 extra paragraphs about König’s changed perspective on death and mortality #könig #konig #könig cod #konig cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #dream daddy au

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hrts4hanniehae · 4 months

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clutch || seven

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

sorry for the late chpt. I was really sick so i tried my best on this chpt.

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating & sex & liquid products of sex, death, mental health, horrible sister, entitled sister

she was careless. 1 day of happiness was enough for her to forget the problem at hand. work had been enjoyable and there were discussions of displaying her art. she had time between her shifts to work on he last of her commissions. of course it would be ruined by her stalker.

the moment he had read her tweet, he was out the door and going to find her.

he saw e/n lurking around. bastard.

when he did, she was cowering in the dressing room. wordlessly, he wrapped his jacket around her before handing her his cap and a mask.

"wear this." - wonwoo

"thanks, wonwoo... i owe you one." - yn

they made it out with no issues. e/n was gone but who knew when he'd be back?

no matter how much she tried to enjoy her dinner with wonwoo, she couldn't help but feel eyes on her. but wherever she looked, there was no one.

wonwoo watched as yn's typing got even more agitated.

what the hell is going on... is she playing speed tetris or something...

when she finally slammed her phone face down onto the table, he finally asked her what happened.

"family argument. Now I have to bring a very attractive guy to my family reunion next sunday. and I also have to close my art deal by next wednesday and have an auction by thursday. great." - yn

"but why?" - wonwoo

"my parents found out about e/n and blamed me. my younger sister played a victim angel again so i snapped and called her out for being a brat. so now i have to one-up her in fame and a partner." - yn

"any ideas of who you're going to ask?" - wonwoo, crossing his fingers. wait why am i crossing his fingers?

"if any of your friends can help me, that would be great. i'll probably ask mingyu or dino since they're single and famous." - yn

"i'm single and famous" - wonwoo, whispers under his breath

"sorry what did you say?" - yn, leaning in to hear him from across the table

"i said, i'm single and famous. i'll go with you." - wonwoo

a pause. subtle panic. a smile.

"really? oh my days, wonwoo. you're my saviour. i LOVE you. you have the fame AND the face card. chaeyoung is going to quake and crumble!" - yn

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

well. he doesn't know she's with me now. be it make-believe.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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Am I the asshole for joking about offering to kill our mother in the sibling group chat?

So me (22, FtM), my sister L (21, F), and my two brothers E and H (19, FtM and 15, M) have a sibling group chat on instagram to keep up with each other, mainly to keep up with me because I'm living states away from them while they still live back in my homestate and are relatively close to each other still, living situation wise.

A few days back, H messaged the group chat about some Bullshit that our mother has been up to.

For context, H has medicine he takes that he needs or he'll be severely lethargic and in pain at best and probably close to death--if not dead--at worst. He's been dealing with this ailment since he was about 4 or 5 and while he's gotten better in recent years thanks to infusions, he obviously still needs the medications he takes now to keep him stable.

And for some reason our mother, who has put us through several years of physical, mental, emotional, and psychological abuse, not to mention denied that H had anything wrong with him when he developed his ailment (so add medical neglect to the long list of fucked up things she's done), is the ONLY one who knows how to order H's medication, down to prescription and where to order it from.

And those few days back, H messaged the sibling group chat to tell us that our mother has essentially been holding his medication hostage as leverage to still be able to keep contact with him, because pretty much everybody on her side of the family has gone little to no contact with her after the bullshit she's been making everyone put up with for nearly two decades now.

E was getting right to fixing the problem, asking H for our mother's contact so he can get the info about H's medication so E can relay to H as well as our grandma, who has custody over H.

I was busy at the time and had my phone on silent (and oddly enough Instagram doesn't like to give me notifications anyway when it comes to DMs and group chat messages) so when I had the chance to catch up on chat I was very rightfully pissed, but didn't want to go all out rant mode in the chat when my brothers were already getting it dealt with and probably stressed and pissed too.

So to lighten the mood after reading and catching up in chat I send a message saying "do you want me to kill her for you" as a sorta dark humor kind of way to show I'm there for them as much as I can be being as physically distant as I am.

H says 'No', and E starts playing into the joke too. And up until this point, L had been quiet too. Until the me making a joke about offing our horribly abusive mother was a step too far apparently, and she sent a message saying "Bye, guys" before leaving group chat.

For additional context, L was the golden child out of the four of us. At least for our mother. She's dealt with her own issues of abuse too from our mother, but has certainly gotten the better end of the deal and was treated significantly better than the rest of us for all of our childhood. So despite everything, we all suspect on some level that L still has some sort of spot for our mother.

E had to reinvite L to the chat and explain to her that, in these words exactly: E: "No one was serious [L], no one actually wants to kill [Mother]"

E: "You have a bunch of siblings who are hurt over [Mother] being a horrible mother, sometimes shit gets said"

The chat's been quiet for a good few days ever since and, I dunno, it's all left a bitter taste in my mouth since it happened. Am I the asshole here, since I kinda caused her dipping from the group chat in the first place because of it?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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pillow-anime-talk · 1 year

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where you go, i go.

request: i saw write for kagaya and as a simp for him, thank you! if i may, request a scenario where before the confrontation with muzan, kagaya had begged for reader to not be there with him but reader refuses. she takes a hold of his hand, bring his knuckles to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss on his hand. gently but firmly stating that he’s her companion in life. the love of her life. she will not leave him alone. she will stay right by his side no matter what may come to pass. [i had gotten the idea from the quote “we have lived together for many years. where you go, i go” of ida straus to her husband isidor straus. i think that this would suit the relationship]

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; soft romance; drama; mostly angst; mention of death and crying; kagaya and reader have children; sfw?

includes: female reader ft. kagaya ubuyashiki {kny}

author’s note: it was a beautiful request and i’m sorry you waited so long for it! love u, anonnie ♥

These were hard months for people, for whole Demon Slayer Corps, and most of all for you and your loved one, who buried many of his combatants, many of his ‘children’. Both you and your husband knew that it was a matter of several hours before Muzan would reach your current place of residence and start wreaking havoc and murder innocent people, destroy crops and houses, and kill animals grazing in meadows or resting in stables and cowsheds. The Demon King wanted to catch both your partner and Tanjirou’s little demon sister, and you had to be prepared for that; both mentally and physically.

Your husband begged you to take your children and hide in a safe place for you (preferably underground with a supply of food and water), to run as far away as possible from the King walking towards you and forget about what has been going on for the last few months (e.g. to find someone better, someone with whom your future will be bright and peaceful). But you were stubborn, Kagaya knew it very well.

“...I’m begging you, Y/N. Just go away and live safely without me.” The blind man turned his head in your direction and you just frowned. The chirping of the last birds reached your ears, and you muttered something unintelligible under your breath.

“... Why would I leave a person who is my whole world?” You asked rhetorically and the man only sighed in response. You were really stubborn and stuck to your point. “We have lived together for many years, Kagaya. Where you go, I go. Do you remember? We promised that to each other on our wedding day.” You smiled softly, and the twenty-three-year-old seemed to sense your changing facial expressions. His heart, though it shouldn’t have, was beating faster.

“Yes, I know, my dear. But I don’t want anything bad to happen to you and kids, you need to understand that, Y/N.” He said, listening to the wind and the sound of flowing water from the tiny stream in front of your property. The rustle of leaves and bushes was also pleasant to the ear.

You moved closer to your husband and then took both of his hands in a strong grip. Kagaya obviously appreciated the gesture, and the moment you lifted his hands to your own warm lips and placed a tender kiss on both of his hands, he understood that you would not leave him, even if you go to certain deaths. It wasn’t your style, it wasn’t in your genes.

“So let’s get through this together.” He said in a low voice so as not to wake your sleeping children at home. You nodded your head, thanking him for his understanding.

“...Let us also die together.” You replied with a confident face and then hugged the man, inhaling his characteristic, pleasant smell reminiscent of old pine and fresh peonies. “Where you are, there I am.” You said, closing your eyes, dreaming of life and a world where there are no demons, death and war. About such a life where there are only you two, your offspring, laughter and love.

It was a beautiful vision.

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yanderes-galore · 11 months

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Can I ask for a romantic concept of Injustice Harley Quinn with a darling that also works for Batman. With the darling already working with Batman for ages and being the one to suggest they take Harley in. Since the darling suggested the idea, they are there ones that hang out with Harley the most to keep her in check, making them teammates

Sure! I'd love to write for Harley for the first time :) Sorry if she's OOC... I just feel her past with Joker would contribute SOMETHING to her obsession realistically-

Yandere! Injustice! Harley Quinn with Darling who works with Batman

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Implied rebounding, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship, Trauma, Violence, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Harley shows masochism in one line, Implied non-con affection (Kissing and hugging), Implied she takes after Joker at times.

Harley is not the most stable person but she does a ton of healing when she is taken in by you and Batman.

You have been working with Batman for a long time, even before Superman went rogue.

The case of Harley manages to make you show sympathy for her despite her association with the Joker.

You think she can change as Joker is gone... Batman, your mentor, shows hesitancy but you manage to convince him to take her in.

"She's dead if Superman finds her. Let's take her in... maybe she'll change if we try."

Your view is innocent and surprisingly your idea works.

You would be a big help with leading Harley onto the right path.

Harley has somewhat of a clingy nature, especially since she respects the fact you think she could change.

Working alongside Batman makes you and Harley members of the Justice League.

As you decided to take her in that makes you in charge of keeping her in check with training.

In a way I feel Harley would be rebounding with her darling due to the abusive "relationship" her and Joker shared.

You'll notice the start of it when she comes off a bit too strong about her curiosity towards you.

I have a feeling she has a fact acting obsession due to her mental state.

She may be changing for the better thanks to you and Batman, but I feel Joker's treatment influences her obsession.

The issue you mostly see is her clingy behavior.

By this point in the story Harley has succeeded in making her own person, now going by Harleen after she's taken in by you.

Her quickly forming obsession may also put you off.

"What's wrong, sugar? Am I bit too much for you?"

It's easy to see her obsession as her just being affectionate.

The relationship between the two of you is really blurred because of how she acts with you.

She often comments she likes being a "good guy" because she gets to be around someone "as cute as you!"

Harley would treat her darling with care due to what she's gone through with Joker.

She's also not quiet about her obsession and many can tell there's something that's not friendship between you.

Harley is often playful with you during training, whenever she bests you she teases you and doesn't let you get off the ground at times.

It's jarring how fast she develops romantic feelings for you, most likely due to her past experiences and her believing you've "saved" her.

Concerning, too, as you have no idea how fo properly help her clingy behavior.

She's a bit too touchy with her affection to make you think she's just being friendly-

Examples include pulling you into her lap during Brother Eye work or cornering you just to get close to you.

It's soon very obvious Harley is trying to push your bond with each other into something it's not.

She likes you romantically, you see her as an ally.

"Be professional, Harleen."

"Aww... did Bats tell you to say that? Come on, baby... we can still have fun on the job!"

I would not be surprised if Harley did try to nudge you into a relationship despite being loyal to Batman's side now.

You're nothing like Joker, while part of her misses him... she doesn't need him.

In fact she loves you for the sake of you're nothing like him.

So now she only wants you.

You could consider Harley pushy when it comes to asking you for a relationship.

She tries to back down when you ask but it doesn't seem like her emotions are getting any better.

Harley would be a yandere to get jealous.

She may even head into possessive territory with how she acts.

Harley has already spilt blood, buckets of it.

She's a change person now but the urge is still there.

Said urges tend to bubble up when she sees you close to someone that isn't her.

Harley may have sworn off killing, but never violence.

Harley sees you two as partners, teammates, possible lovers...

Seeing you so close to another feels like her heart is being torn apart.

She has to relieve the stress somehow, right?

Harley may show violence towards those her delusional mind feels is taking you from her.

She's teasing while doing it, holding her bat up high while promising she won't kill them.

Her obsession causes her previous violent tendencies to situate themselves back in her mind with a new purpose.

"Messed with the wrong girl, should've thought about keeping your hands to yourself!"

It'll just be a quick visit to the hospital until they clear their head and stay away from you.

Harley excuses her violent tendencies as not quite giving up her old ways with you!

They deserved it, maybe you should teach her?

Punish her even?

Wouldn't that be cute and romantic?

There's going to be a point her behavior is unbearable.

The moment she starts showing possessive and violent attachment you're in too deep.

It happens quickly, too.

Harley won't let go of your waist and often just leans on you.

Her hold is tight and possessive, she even jokes about putting a collar on you like her hyenas.

At this point she's establishing a relationship if you said yes or not.

Her delusional mind has already decided you're dating, so she makes it a point to kiss you and squeeze you as much as she wants.

After all, you two are so close, right?

You start to wonder if you made a mistake taking her in.

Especially when Harley distracts you from work by sitting on your lap, soon holding you close and kissing your face with her lipstick.

She doesn't like taking no for an answer.

You two are a team, she promises never to hurt you and only wants to make you feel warm and fuzzy!

Harley says she just wants to be the best for you and clings to the attention you give her... she says she won't hurt you...

Yet you have a feeling if you let this continue her feelings will soon become the reverse version of her past relations.

"Come on, sugar... I know ya love me like I do you!"

#yandere dc comics #yandere injustice 2 #yandere injustice 2 harley quinn #yandere harley quinn

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onlyrains · 11 days

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hey there, i'd like to request a writing for yasushi if you don't mind. prompt can be up to you (surprise me!) thank you 🙌

a/n: i'm back with a request from a loooong time ago😫 i'm sorry for being inactive these past few months. life was harsh and now i'm trying to reorganized everything. thank you for requesting and i hope you like it!🩵

[9:16am]

—t/w: harsh words

smells of roses, blinding lights, and an odd repeating sound were things that came to your senses once you tried to crack open your eyes. it was heavy and hurts, but you gave all your strength to blink and think as you conclude that it wasn't your room.

clack.

someone entered your room and walked straight to the window on your right to close curtain so the lights would be more bearable for you.

"exc-"

"AAAAAH-" the man blurted out.

you really wanted to react the same but you felt something strangling your neck so only your eyeballs could follow his movements.

"you're sober!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"yeah, i think i am…?"

"wait, i'll call the doctor.” then he ran.

couple minutes later you found yourself being checked by several nurses and a doctor. they said you were okay and your condition was already stable—much better than before—which made you more confused.

“what happened to me?” you asked. a little hesitant at first but you couldn't fight the curiosity within you. he turned to make sure the doctor was gone and closed the door.

“you don't remember anything?”

“i remembered i was on my way home…” you stopped and so were your memory.

“you were hit by a car…”

“huh?” you almost turned your head to him but the throbbing neck muscle held you back.

he looked down before continuing. “my friend was testing his new car with me. we thought it was safer at midnight, we were wrong, we know that. he didn't see you crossing the road and … you know what happened next.”

you tried to proceed his words in your head but nothing came to your conclusion. it felt like your brain was stop working.

“w-when was it?” you asked startling.

“two days ago.”

“oh…”

“he tried to meet your family but it looks like you live alone…”

you weren't say a thing. nor did a thing. you were just staring blankly.

“but don't worry he will be responsible for all your care in this hospital.” yasushi added.

“where is he?”

“who?”

“your friend, who hit me.”

he sighed. “at work. he worked all day to pay your treatment and i'll be here all day to help you with anything you want.” a small reassuring smile painted on his lips.

you wanted to let your wrath out. to shout on his face. to pull his dry, damaged, neglected hair. to poke his doe eyes that constantly looking down. to punch his pursed lips. you really wanted to.

but you couldn't—physically and mentally.

thinking that they were responsible enough to paid the hospital costs and even take care of you 24/7 with that guilty expression, somehow melted your heart. moreover, you could finally rest from everything just as you wanted to without resigning from your work. you hadn't had a free day in two months and couldn't even take a furlough. so as silly as it sounds, this wasn't too bad for your sanity.

“he would come after work but it could be very late.”

“what's his name?”

“kiyoshi.”

“and you?”

“yasushi.”

you nodded. “how about you? didn’t you should be at work too?”

“we are actually students,” your eyes almost leave its place. “you know oya kou?” oh, the world must be joking with me.

“yeah, i know.” you can tell from his looks, honestly. but his demeanor didn't match it up at all so the thought wasn't even cross your head. of course you knew how brutal the student there. but was it because of his guilt? because of his—

“YASUSHI, IS SHE STILL UNCONSCIOUS?” you heard a slammed door with a loud voice entering your room. oh, maybe these are the real ones.

“shut the fuck up!” yasushi groaned. oh, there he is.

your three new visitors came up to you with a wonder look.

“hello?” you voiced.

“AHHH! she's alive!” the loudest one exclaimed.

“of course, you idiot!”

“don't be so loud, jamuo.” tsukasa added.

“are you … okay?” fujio asked, still with his curious look.

“no.” you replied quickly.

“of course.”

“i'm sorry, they are my friend. this is fujio, jamuo, and tsukasa.”

you nodded. “from oya kou too?”

“so you already know.” tsukasa interrupted made you tried to turn your head to see him.

yasushi quickly held your head still. “d-don't move your head too fast.” you knew your forehead was full of bandage but you could still feel his thumb brushing your temple a bit. why is this making it less hurting?

“okay.” you said quietly.

“…”

“i'm sorry this is happen to you.” tsukasa interrupting again but this time was very necessary—as he noticed yasushi's sudden tension.

your eyes now met tsukasa's.

“yasushi and kiyoshi are our friend, and here, fujio, is the student leader of oya kou. so we're here to make sure you're okay too and apologize properly.” the four of them started to stand together and then bowed to you for a few seconds. you just stared as much as you wanted to reciprocate.

“it's okay.” you said then they back to stood again.

jamuo sighed. “anyway, what a unique way to meet your crush, yasushi. finally, after a year of waiting.” he held his laugh.

yasushi turned with a unreadable expression. that was his last straw.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”

and again. you just blinked and watched as much as you wanted to react to the announcement.

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fatkish · 28 days

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Hi hun!

If you’re still doing requests could I ask for a Dabi x reader fluff hcs?

Like she’s got adhd and autism and is kinda goth (this is self indulgent lol). By kinda goth I mean she loves the music, culture and has some eery home decor like fossils and skulls etc but doesn’t necessarily look the part (most of the time).

If you have any questions please lmk!!

Thank youuu xx

Dabi x ADHD and Autistic Goth reader

Reader runs a small cafe and bakery. The reader creates bento boxes that you can buy for relatively cheap but taste really good and are made with nutritional ingredients. Some heroes, office workers, first responders and other people who don’t really have the time to make food or stop for lunch often order ahead and pick up food to go.

Reader lives in an apartment above their cafe and has a few employees who are either college students, high schoolers, people with disabilities or any other person who has a relatively small work window and needs money. Their employees are all highly respectful of them.

The cafe is open from 5:00 am to 9:00 pm. The reader spend most of the hours doing the cooking and making bentos, budgeting, paying bills and other tasks that are done behind the scenes. The reader has a quirk that allows them to heal people via food (kinda like the mom from Encanto)

The cafe has a very quiet and calm atmosphere and is very popular among the anti-social groups and those who have sensitivities to crowds and stuff. The decor is very soft-core/comfort and homey styled

The booths have partitions that can completely close with tatami mats and pillows, there are steps leading into the booth area where you remove your shoes and put slippers on. The tables with chairs are in the front of the cafe and the floors are mostly hard wood.

Those who work full time are often quirkless employees who need a stable job and a kind and understanding workplace environment

You met Dabi one night when an employee found him collapsed outback by the dumpsters during closing. When they told you about him, you had them help you move him to your upstairs apartment where you treated what you could of his burns and began preparing food for him

When Dabi woke up to a dark gothic room with Victorian antique furniture that looked like a vampire owned it, he had no idea what he was in for. Expecting some grungy punk ass emo person, he nearly got mental whiplash when you walked in, wearing some cute soft clothes with a smile on your face holding a plate of cutesy food

I picture the reader having a personality kinda like Mitsuri from Demon Slayer. Your cheerful and loving albeit kinda ditzy personality was not what Dabi expected.

“Oh goodie, you’re awake, I was so super worried about you when my employees found you. You looked so hurt and sad, my heart nearly broke just thinking about how much pain you must be in. Oh, here, I made you plenty of food so eat up! I already changed your bandages earlier so just rest, call me if you need anything, I’ll be just around the corner in the living room<3”

You left before Dabi could even get a word in. He looked down at the plates on the tray in his lap that you placed. Seeing all the cute food and your personality made him think you’re either a roommate or you’re some psycho killer with a split personality. But he was hungry so he ate the food.

While he ate, Dabi noticed his burns healing and even his scars disappearing slowly but surely until it stopped. When you came back to check on him and clean up his dishes, he asked about it. You told him your quirk lets you heal people by having them ingest the food make.

After collecting his dishes you asked if there was or is anything he doesn’t like or is allergic to. He told you he hates fish and that he prefers his food cold. You gave him a soft towel for him to shower with and told him where the bathroom was. After that you asked for his clothing size and went shopping for clothes for him

After bringing the clothes for him to his room you left them there. After he took a shower he saw the clothes but didn’t see his clothes/villain getup anywhere. He left the room and entered the living room and asked where his clothes were

You where watching Molang on Netflix and eating tangulu (I hope I spelled that right, it’s cut up fruit on a stick that coated in a layer of melted sugar giving it a hard candy like coating)

You turn to him and after being asked you tell him that you’re washing his clothes and then you’re going to repair them. You offer him some tangulu to which he surprisingly accepts and sits down and you both decide to watch a creature feature movie. You both enjoy seeing the asshole people get eaten by monsters

“Yeah! Get munched, asshole! Oh, sorry, I kinda tend to get caught up in the moment when watch these movies”

“It’s fine doll face”

Dabi chuckles quietly seeing you get so excited about things. He notices how you’re easily distracted but is still wondering why you haven’t said anything about him or why you aren’t seemingly afraid of him, so he asks

“Alright, be real with me for a minute, why the hell ain’t ‘cha afraid ‘a me huh? I mean, I’m covered in nasty burns and yet yer here makin’ me food, takin’ care ‘a me and shit, so what’s up?”

“Hm? Oh, well, just because you look different doesn’t mean anything, everyone hits rough patches somewhere or at some point in their life. I think it’s horrible to kick someone while they’re already having a rough time. You’ve clearly been having a rough time so it’s only right for me to help you out, that’s what people are supposed to do. People should be kind to others no matter what, I might not know you, but everyone deserves to be treated with kindness.”

“Ya’ know, that kinda thinkin’ is probably gonna get ‘cha killed sweetheart. How do you know I’m not gonna kill ya’ ‘er somethin’? I could hurt ‘cha and yer just sittin’ here?”

“I don’t think you’re going to hurt me. I think you’re a good person who’s just going through a rough patch. I’m not gonna ask what you’re going through but just know that my door is always open for you.”

You smile at him and he just sits there dumbfounded. He gives up and eventually you guys go to bed.

Over the next few days you continue to make him food and wait for it to cool down before serving him. He eventually tells you his name is Dabi. You guys get along rather well

When he leaves you tell him to make sure to come back and you even hand him a wrapped up bento. He waves you off and leaves through the back but takes the bento with him

When he meets back up with the league at their hideout he opens the bento to see a bunch of cutesy things. Toga and Twice both notice it and bring it to the attention of the others

Twice is jealous that Dabi has someone who makes him food. Toga wants to meet you and (stab) befriend you. Compress is delighted by the creativity and how well plated the food is. Kurogiri wants to exchange recipes and learn a thing or two from you. Spinner couldn’t care less and Tomura is just frustrated but makes fun of Dabi

Dabi will never admit it, but he loves that you take care of him and he makes sure that you’re safe and that other villains and heroes don’t bother you

(I hope you enjoyed this. The pictures aren’t mine I found them on Pinterest)

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #dabi touya

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hyunnows · 7 months

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SHATTERED PUZZLES | FINALE

“a rude and arrogant patient with no identification wakes up from a year-long coma and develops temporary amnesia. Assigned to you, a volunteer who’s not going to put up with his attitude, you’re both in for a rough ride.”

PAIRING(s) | Hyunjin x reader, ft Minho x reader

THEMES | fluff, angst, a slight love triangle, amnesia!Hyunjin, Doctor!Chan, Rude!Hyunjin, car accident, trauma, guns

WORD COUNT | 3.8k+

RATING | pg13

NOTE | and so, it finally ends. after two very long years, i have finally completed the work i have put the most of myself into. so many days, nights, minutes, hours, everything have gone into this and, in all honesty, it feels crazy to believe its over. i don't think i'll ever write another fic that i am as close with as this one, or at least, i dont think another will take me so long to finish and have over 30k words. really, i hope you have all enjoyed the ride, and enjoy finally reading the end of this story. thank you all, and have a great day/night <3

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“Okay Hyunjin, I’m going to give you a mental evaluation to prove that you are sane and stable enough to take care of yourself. As long as you pass, your parents should have just about no power over you, but just to be sure, we’re going to move you and [Y/N] to a different province since the police here seem to be under your parents’ influence,” Chan explains, sitting down in front of the blond with a clipboard and pen in hand. “If it really comes down to it, we can open something in court, okay?”

Hyunjin gulps, then nods, hoping it never comes to that. What if he’s not stable enough? What if there is something wrong with him and he’s deemed incapable of caring for himself? What would happen to him–and more importantly–all of you?

––

You nervously tap your foot as you wait in the lobby of the hospital. You’re sure Hyunjin will pass–he has to. Plus, other than the panic attacks and flashbacks (which have severely decreased), he doesn’t seem to have any behavior that would be considered too worrisome. You sigh, deciding that you’re overreacting, and turn to your right to face Minho. “I shouldn’t be worried, right?”

“I don’t think so. Sure, he’s been through a lot, but I don’t think there’s anything that would prevent this from working out. And if anything, Chan can probably fudge his scores a bit,” he jokes with a slight smile. You shake your head at him, since saying something like that at the hospital Chan works at doesn’t really seem like a good idea. “What? I’m kidding.”

A moment of silence washes over you both when Minho clears his throat to catch your attention. “So, we haven’t really gotten the chance to talk much about you and Hyunjin’s feelings about one another,” he leans towards you, wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner, “How are things?”

With a tinge of pink on your cheeks, you shrug, avoiding eye contact. “Oh uh, everything’s cool.”

With an amused smirk, the boy can’t help but push further–even if a part of him didn’t want to know. “Cool, huh? What kind of answer is that [Y/N]?”

Again, you shrug, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I don’t know… we’re good but like, we’re awkward too now. Since we didn’t get much time with each other after confessing, and it's been so long since then, we haven’t really picked up where we left off, y’know?”

He nods in understanding, “Have you talked about it?”

“About what?”

“The kiss-es, your feelings, everything?”

“No,” You shake your head, “It doesn’t feel like a good time.”

“You’re talking about your feelings–it's never going to feel like the right time [Y/N],” you frown at him, “Plus, if anything goes wrong, wouldn’t you feel better knowing you said everything you wanted to say?”

There’s a pause, and you groan. “I hate it when you’re right, you know that right?”

“Everyone hates when I’m right.”

“True.”

––

“So am I sane?”

“Well people are going to think you aren’t if you go around asking questions like that,” Chan chuckles, before looking at Hyunjin with a friendly fondness. “I have to get a second opinion, so someone else will have to come in and test you in a minute but… I think you’re good to go Hyunjin.”

It feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and Hyunjin smiles in relief. There was no reason to really be worried, but Hyunjin being Hyunjin (the drama king), he had his concerns. As Chan walks out of the room, he pulls out the phone Minho had given him upon his return, and texts the group chat Chan says he thinks we’re in the clear.

His phone dings as the rest of the boys and yourself give him congratulations and thumbs ups at the news, and he can’t help but feel… hopeful. Maybe he’ll be able to get away from him family, leave his old life behind, and start something new.

… hopefully start something new with you too.

Within a few minutes, another individual wearing a white cloak waltz through the door Chan had exited from, ready to evaluate Hyunjin. Since this is his second evaluation, he’s breezing through the questions. In almost no time, Chan is walking back into the room, you and Minho following close behind.

“He’s sane guys,” Chan jokes, making the four of you laugh gently. “Alright, I’m going to call off and call that friend of mine I told could help with moving you guys, I already have everything set up, we just needed this to make sure they can’t claim some sort of guardian rights over Hyunjin.”

“Well, time to pack up I guess,” you sigh, thinking of all the furniture and other possessions you have to pick.

All of which seem to be far less than you anticipated as Changbin places the last cardboard box into a moving trailer. You could have sworn your apartment had far more within it–but then again, there’s been a lot of broken frames, vases, and other things that have slowly disappeared from your home.

You almost can’t believe it all–this past year with Hyunjin. From being your patient you read to every day, to a complete asshole you had to care for, and now the man you’re in love with–so much has happened. First his memories were gone, then a few resurfaced, and now you’re about to leave the only apartment you’ve ever lived in independently to escape from his crazy parents. It almost feels like a dream with all the twists and turns you’ve been through in such little time.

“Okay, I got everything settled with the house,” Minho informs you as he climbs into the backseat, typing something on his phone. “Being rich with not-so-crazy parents has its perks.” Hyunjin sends him a playful glare, to which the younger boy grins at. “Not my fault yours are psycho.”

“Yeah yeah,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, buckling into the seat beside you, sandwiching himself between you and Minho.

Chan climbs into your front seat, Changbin crawling into the passenger’s. He gives everyone a once-over before starting to drive. “My friend is working on getting you a new license plate and everything, so they can’t target your vehicle anymore [Y/N].”

“Thanks Chan,” he nods back at you, eyes locked on the road.

Hyunjin moves awkwardly in his spot, staring at his hands with an unknown look in his eyes.

He knows you’re happy to move with him, to run from his family in order to stay safe… but he can’t help but think of all the trouble he’s caused you by being with you. It's not even just you, but the hassles he’s putting Minho, Chan, and everyone else through as well just because you all know him. Changbin is thinking of moving somewhere he can’t be easily found, and Jeongin and Han are planning on leaving their homes too. Felix has already begun considering going back home to Australia–he can only imagine Chan has something similar in mind.

More and more, it becomes apparent that Hyunjin is a burden to you, and everyone else in his life. But like always, he’s powerless to do anything about it.

You pick up on his mood–its impossible not to–but choose to ignore it for the time being. Instead, you opt for getting some sleep you so desperately need.

— —

A few hours later and everybody rolls out for a pit stop at a gas station. You make a beeline for the bathroom, Changbin and Chan splitting up to get gas and snacks while Hyunjin and Minho decide to stretch their legs for a bit. Your car wasn’t the smallest thing known to man, but it wasn’t built for anyone taller than Changbin either.

“You never really talk about your parents, how is your relationship with them?”

Minho’s head pops up at the blond’s question, before refocusing on the rock he had been kicking. “Its as good as you can imagine considering, well, I’m me. They weren’t happy when they found out I used to get them in trouble with your parents, or when I helped you run away the first time. If they realize I’m a part of your disappearance this time… I might have to get a job,” the shorter male laughs, knowing his account was more than loaded because of his grandparents anyway. “I don’t really talk to them anymore, but they haven’t cut me off their money yet.”

“Why don’t you talk to them anymore?” Hyunjin inquires, eyes filled with concern.

“Cus they care more about their money than me anyway. All I am to them is a failsafe if they ever need to marry me off. Which they can’t–since I would rather go to prison than fuel their money hungry bank accounts. Plus they’re too lazy to deal with me, their ‘delinquent son’, anyway.”

The younger boy nods. Minho may not show it much, but Hyunjin can feel the pain through his words. Something about the way he utters them, like they hurt to say, makes Hyunjin feel the weight of Minho’s concealed emotions.

“I don’t really have much to offer… but I’ll always be here for whatever you need. You’ve given me everything, Minho,” Hyunjin pushes out awkwardly, and he can almost see the older male’s eyes glaze over.

Stoic as ever, Minho nods, patting the blond on the back. “When did you grow up so much? It feels like yesterday you were just a little kid following me around my house, and now you’re becoming a man.”

Hyunjin smiles at that, his face a bit flushed at the compliment, before the two make their way back to the car where Chan is waiting for you and Changbin.

As everyone piles back into your car, Hyunjin stays focused on Minho’s words. You’re becoming a man.

Maybe, just maybe…

It's close to midnight when you finally arrive at Minho’s country house. Somehow Chan still seems wide awake, immediately hopping out of the car and scouting out the area. Sluggishly, you all pry yourselves from the artificial leather your skin has practically fused to. Dragging his feet, Minho makes his way to the house to unlock it, swinging the door open.

A man of muscle, Changbin is bringing stacks of boxes into the house, while Chan and Minho work on moving the mattresses indoors. You work on cleaning up the place–Minho hasn’t been here in years it seems.

Hyunjin, however, takes to the bedroom on the left of the house. Something about it is familiar–almost calling to him. The doorknob is messed up, but somehow, he knows just how he’s supposed to turn it to get it open.

It's then, when he steps into the room, he knows why it's so familiar.

Paintings upon paintings, photographs upon photographs. Memories of his flash in his head, visions of him, Minho, and Areum hanging out, splashing paint on each other and hanging polaroids of themselves around the room take over his mind. They only continue as he traces his fingers along the walls, grazing them along the paint splatters he remembers so vividly.

His heart stops when he comes face to face with a specific polaroid. Golden lighting, sparkly eyes, bright smile, it all looks too real and tangible. He can remember snapping the photo of Areum, the way they had been giggling together, carefree.

I couldn’t protect her.

It's all my fault she’s gone.

I was too weak.

Frantic words of fear, regret, and anguish run through his head as he falls to his knees, eyes pricking with tears.

“Hey Hyunjin, when we run away together, do you think your parents will find us?”

Yes. “They won’t.” They will.

“You promise?” No, I can’t promise.

“I promise,” No, you don’t. “We’ll be safe.” No, we won’t.

His chest heaves with each sob, his tears wetting the photo.

Areum is smiling by his side, hands intertwined as he drives along the road.

“How far are we going?”

Not far. “Far enough,” Hyunjin laughs, bringing her hand up to his lips and placing a chaste kiss on it.

Areum giggles, before suddenly stiffening up. “Hyunjin?”

“What’s up baby? Is something wrong?” Something is very wrong.

“I think that car is following us.” It is.

“You sure?” Yes.

“It's been trailing behind us since before we left the main road…” she sounds so scared.

Hyunjin releases her hand to get a better grip on the wheel. “We can’t shake him until we get off the road. For now just act like we haven’t noticed.”

No, no, no. You’re not getting off the road.

“Why is he sticking his hand out the window-”

He has a gun.

He’s shooting the tires.

I’m going to lose control of the car.

And within seconds, the rear right side of the car dips, and the front left flies into the air.

“Hyunjin!”

His tears come to a startling halt as he hears your voice pierce his ears. Jumping to his feet, he’s suddenly aware of the shuffling feet throughout the house.

He can hear you struggling to say something, your words muffled, when you finally manage to yell, “Run!”

“Shut her up,” a rough, all too familiar voice grunts out, before your mouth is covered by a gloved hand. “Hyunjin, I know you’re here. Come out and all your friends live through tonight.”

You struggle against the masked guard restraining you, doing your best to tell Hyunjin to run, despite the muffled way they leave your lips. Your eyes dance around the room in an attempt to find some way out of this situation–maybe one of the boys can help you. However, as you drag your eyes along each of their frames, you realize they're all restrained as well. Each of them are being held down by at least two guards–Changbin having a third guard. It would make you laugh if it weren’t for the dire circumstances.

Hyunjin’s father makes his way to each of you, giving you and Minho special attention. With a purse of his lips, he glares at you two. “You know, I never would have introduced you to Hyunjin if I knew how much trouble you would bring me in the future…” His cold gaze shifts to you, a chilling smile along his lips, “And you… I should have killed you the last time we met.”

After a moment, he straightens up. “Actually, I should kill you now. Keep you out of my way,” a gravelly, cold laugh echoing from his throat. “If you’re not down here in the next minute, Hyunjin, I’m going to blow her brains out without letting you say goodbye. 60, 59, 58…”

A cold barrel presses against your nape, the metal slides up your neck to the back of your head. You hear the click behind you, letting you know everything could end for you in a split second if Hyunjin doesn’t show up within “48-”

“Wait!” Hyunjin yelps as he slides down the hallway, panting from running down the stairs. “Let them go. I-I’ll leave without a fight just please” his honey brown eyes lock with yours, “let her go.”

With the gun still pressed against you, you stand there, eyes wide and frozen, and powerless to stop him.

“I’m sorry [Y/N], I really do want to have a life with you,” he pauses, “but I have to be a man and deal with my problems. Just let me say goodbye and leave them alone.”

Your vision blurs as you realize he’s serious, and there’s nothing any of you can do about it. The closer he gets, the more your chest aches, and it's just like at Hyunjin’s house. You’re losing him all over, except this time, as his arms wrap around your neck in an embrace, it all feels too real. Too painful.

Too… tight.

Your eyes open, confusion swirling through your tear-filled eyes as you watch his father approach you both. “All right, that's enough. Let's get going before I change my mind.”

You feel something cold sliding along your neck, something that felt almost identical to the barrel that was pressed against your head seconds ago. As Hyunjin’s arms loosen, you catch a glimpse of light reflecting off something in his hand as he turns around.

“Okay… just one more thing,” Hyunjin sighs, before whipping around, pistol in hand and aimed square at his father, “I’m not going with you.”

“If you’re not down here in the next minute, Hyunjin, I’m going to blow her brains out without letting you say goodbye. 60, 59, 58…”

Hyunjin doesn’t breathe before he darts out that door, rushing down the carpeted stairs. The only thing that stops him, is the slights wobble in one of the stairs that sends his mind spiraling. Everything, his entire life, flashes before his eyes. From the moment he became conscious, up until right now, he remembers it all.

Including Minho’s gun that just so happens to be right under his foot.

Mr. Hwang flinches ever so slightly, displeasure all over his face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m doing what I said, being a man. You’re going to walk out that door right now, or I’m going to put a bullet through your skull. So get out and leave us all alone, forever,” the blond snarls, pushing the gun closer to his father’s face. “If you’re dead, your business is going to crap, I’m going to jail, and everything illegal you’ve done will come to light during your death’s investigation. And if I die, it’ll all be the same.”

It's a standoff, guns pointed in all directions, everyone’s stiff, and it's so silent you can hear everyone’s individual breaths.

It feels like it's been an eternity when you hear the evil old man’s voice growl, “Lets go. Now.”

It's surreal watching Hynjin’s father’s men leave the house, Hyunjin’s father just behind the last one when Hyunjin grabs his shoulder. “If you ever think of coming for any of us, I’ll bring you down with me,” his voice lower than you would have ever imagined it could be as he shoves him out the door.

“Hyunjin!”

“Yuna!” The blond grins, embracing the girl. He gestures towards you as he pulls back, “This is [Y/N].”

You two greet each other with smiles, “I know, we met briefly at the party when she rescued you.”

His jaw drops slightly, before he recomposes himself. “Oh. Well, uh, how are you and

Jay? Will we be hearing wedding bells soon?”

With a flushed smile, Yuna shakes her head. “I asked him, but he said no. He wants us to get married because we’re ready to, not because I’m trying to escape an arranged marriage. And thanks to you, I’m free to be with him again. Since you’re out of the picture, I signed a contract with your family to merge our businesses without marriage, as long as I am free to be with who I want.”

Hyunjin gives her a warm smile, “I’m glad, Yuna. I just wanted to come by before heading home for the day with [Y/N].”

The girl nods, walking you both out the mansion with a smile. “I’m happy you two are together again, and that you’re free Hyunjin. Stay safe you two.”

“You too Yuna.”

The car ride is calm, the two of you talking here and there about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other’s company on the way home. Hyunjin’s out first when the car stops, hopping around the side to open your door for you. Then he takes your hand, guiding you to the door of your apartment building where you two spent so many days and nights together.

“What’s up with you today? You seem to be more of a gentleman than usual,” you giggle, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

Hyunjin looks back at you, offense clear on his face as he unlocks the door for you, gently pulling you to walk in first. “I am always gentlemanly, excuse me.”

“And there’s the sassy Hyunjin I know.”

He scoffs, guiding you to the dining table where two still-warm boxes of Chinese takeout sit waiting for you, and a note with some familiar handwriting addressed to Hyunjin. He mutters a hardly audible “Minho,” with slight annoyance laced into his voice.

“What’s all this?”

“Its, uh, its dinner,” he stammers slightly, cheeks slightly flushed. “For us. I wanted today to be kind of special for you–us,”

A slight smile makes its way onto your lips, your eyes trained on him as he pulls out a chair for you which you happily sat in. He takes the seat beside you, handing you your chopsticks and a napkin as you both dig in. Swallowing your mouthful, you turn to him slightly, “So why is tonight special, hm, Jin?”

He looks at you, doe eyes, and the ghost of a smile dancing on his lips. “Because I want to tell you how I feel about you.”

“Hyunjin-”

“Please just listen,” he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, “Before you took me in, I was a scared, weak, frail kid who needed protection from everyone around him. But you brought me to live with you, despite the fact that I was a jerk who didn’t know a single thing about anything at all. My world was so empty, blank, but you showed me that there’s more to life. You brought light into my world. I was like a puzzle, waiting to be solved, and you didn’t just put my pieces together, but you were the last one.”

“[Y/N], I didn’t know who I was before you. Even with all my memories, they don’t feel like me. I have these memories but…”

“I don’t remember me before you.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me Hyunjin,” you whisper, your eyes locked with each others’.

Bringing his face closer to yours, he breathes. “[Y/N], you’re the best thing that's ever happened to me. You made me into a man who can protect, rather than someone who needs to be protected. I love you, [Y/N].”

“I love you too,” and within seconds your lips meet, dancing in perfect synchronization with each other. Your heartbeats are one and you're completely entangled with each other. It feels like hours later when you finally break apart, breathing heavily, smiles spread across your faces. “I just have one question.”

“What's that?”

“How did you hide the gun?”

Hyunjin pulls back a bit in surprise, eyebrows raised. “What? That’s your question?” You nod, eager to know the answer. “I tucked it in my shirt and hid it with my hair.”

“I knew it,” you beam, making him roll his eyes.

“Can we go back to kissing now?”

“Yes we can.”

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stupidscav · 4 months

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DNI: zionist, antikin, ableist, lgbtq+ phobic, proshipper, support ai art, general bigotry. sorry once again I am too lazy to make a proper dni

RB > LIKES on art, preferably!

ok new pinned time finally

hello!! I'm fester, awoo, or scav! feel free to alternate names (aka pls pls pls pls/nf)!! I go by it/they/thing, but I'm also okay with he/him. I am neurodivergent (autism, anxiety, probably adhd, I'm a triple a battery) please be clear about things,, my mental health also is not the best currently so I might not be in a stable mood sometimes. i am also a minor, and I love microscopy, indie music, Fe (EA), and Rain World. :3

I am also otherkin/fictionkin, and my identities are here.^^

about my tw tags: I tag the word itself. if "geko" was a trigger, I would simply tag the post "geko". you can always ask me to tag something!

tags + info:

#scavs silly misc: miscellaneous posts/original posts. I upload random shit sometimes🔥

#scav finally draws something: drawing that I'm actually proud of! a good amount of art is in misc though

CHANGED TO: #festers fuckery dont ask/silly

#dark pearls: dark topics, vents. formerly #scav feels shitty.

#happy scav: positive vents mostly

#pearl treasury: asks and polls! formerly #scasks.

#scavs favorite pearls: gifts! at least I think that was the tag

#scav is serious: announcements mostly

#scavcanons: headcanons, ocs maybe

#scav rejects humanity: kin^^

#fester finds: things I find/find to be cool, usually music !

#fester friends: posts w/ friends ^^

alt acc: @scavssupersecretaltacc

spam acc: @i-like-to-explode

fe sideblog: @fe-enjoyer

heavy vent: @d-arkpearls

music sideblog: @woflester

elite rp sideblog: @elited-scavenger

ohh i made a cohost also

old pinned, for more info (outdated kinda)

btw, I love being tagged! I love being asked! I love getting doodle requests, though idk if I'll get them all! these are basically always open!! unfortunately I am a horrible procrastinator so I might not always answer timely :']

probably gonna add more if I forgot, which is very likely. ty!

notes below!!!

NOTES:

-if I change my PFP from your art to something else that doesn't mean I don't love it and cherish it forever!!!!! thank you so fucking much for every gift you make I love them!!!!!! seriously why do people keep making me things helppp/pos

-sorry I haven't been answering asks often:(( still don't mind asks though!

-please don't make jokes on my vent posts or anything unless I say you can btw. should have said that earlier sorry

-also, this explains a lot of why I don't respond sometimes

#scavs silly misc #dark pearls #pearl treasury #scavs favorite pearls #scav is serious #scav rejects humanity #rain world kin #festers fuckery #fester finds

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luimagines · 5 months

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Finally did a part 2 of this cuz college is tearing me apart.

Kith kith thank you kith kith kith

TW for brief mentions of torture, murder, and subtle themes of trafficking.

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“Why did you hide your scales??”

“I didn’t want you all to find out.”

“Why didn’t you want us to find out??”

“Due to my species secluded nature and the value people put on as a rare species, it’s taught to us as young guppies to never reveal what we truly are.”

“Why am I your favorite??”

“Sailors and pirates spread tales that we’re evil and monstrous to deter people from searching us out and invading our waters. They protected us, so when you told me of your tales, I knew you were a good guppy.”

“Is it cannibalism if you eat fish??”

“No.”

This back and forth between the Sailor and Hush, now preferring (Y/n), has been going on for the entirety of the walk to the stables. Seated on top of Epona to prevent his wound from reopening, Wind had no short of breath when asking every question he thought of in his little head. Impressively, at least to Time, (Y/n) never disappointed the boy by answering every question thrown at them, no matter how ridiculous. However, that last one was enough for everybody else.

“For the love of— Enough questions! Goddess, if I hear one more “why” I’m turning around and you’ll never see me again!” Of course Legend was the first to speak up, dramatically covering his ears with his hat.

“Come on, Legend! Are the you the least bit curious?! (Y/n) is more willing to talk now!”

The veteran just groaned, refusing to grace this frustrating argument with a response. (Y/n) merely chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover their mouth as the laughter escapes them.

“Sailor, perhaps that’s enough questions for now, you can ask me more at dinner. That sound good?” In a gentle voice contrasting the carnage they left in their wake an hour prior, (Y/n) does their best to halt whatever ludicrous questions Wind had left.

Reluctantly, the young on agreed with a small pout. “Fine, but I still think that you eating fish is cannibalism!”

“It’s really not.”

Once the stable was in eye shot, many of the group gave halfhearted cheers. It’s not often enough that they get an actual roof over their heads, so it’s a very welcome view. The large horse structure stood high above where the building actually ended, acting as a sort of beacon for the traveling heroes.

Wild, Warrior, and Time went ahead to grab a few beds for the party, one extra soft mattress for Sailor due to his heavy wound. The kid’s been busting his butt with helping everyone out lately, so it was a little treat for him, at least Warrior thought so (yes im a sucker for dad warriror to wind sue me).

Seeing that they were back in a more public area, (Y/n) goes back to being silent. At least now the chain had an idea why and didn’t question it.

(Y/n) helped getting Wind off of Epona and to the bed, lightly cooing at him whenever the boy winces in pain from the movement. The sight particularly warmed Twilight’s heart, feeling especially empathetic towards (Y/n), the two of them both hiding another side to themselves from the chain. He makes mental note to talk to them about it later, Time already asked (Y/n) for a deeper explanation of the situation.

The captain had never seen Wind so willing to help, but it was a welcome change.

Later that night, the group was huddled around a nearby cooking pot, watching Wild toss together who knows what to create their dinner. Wind was resting on his bed, absolutely exhausted from the day. Without his comments, the chain grew tense, many debating who was gonna ask (Y/n) the first question.

“What exactly is a guppy?”

Surprisingly, Sky was the one to break the ice. Everyone’s eyes shoot to either him or (Y/n), Wild almost ends up dropping his ladle into the pot.

The silence following Sky’s relatively innocent question was comical, so much so that (Y/n) couldn’t help but crack a smirk, an airy chuckle escaping them. “Oh boy, it’s gonna be a fun night. It’s just a word for a young mer, nothing more.” They lightly rolled their eyes, the personality they had known mixed with the voice they only just learnt felt so right now hand in hand.

A couple more laughs are shared before the silence from before lays over them again. Twlight shifts his weight on his feet before asking a question everyone was avoiding: “Not that we’re mad but… why did you choose to hide this?” He knew he was a hypocrite for asking such a question, but he just had to know. Maybe, deep down, he just wanted to see how the group responded to revealed secrets. “You kinda touched on it with the sailor, but you didn’t get into the meat of it.”

(Y/n) doesn’t move for a moment, the question weighing heavily on their shoulders.

Noticing their discomfort and stunned by Twilight’s question, Sky tries to speak up. “You don’t have to answer of course! Don’t force yourself—“

“I can show you.”

Without waiting for another word, (Y/n) pulls their shirt up just under their pectoral muscles, the scales the boys had seen in their companion’s arms were scattered across their stomach but…

“My peoples’ scales fetch a high price to noble pigs who use our bodies as jewelry and keep us as pets for status…” That pause to take a steadying breath, “I was trapped as a pet before, had to kill my masters to free myself before they took any more of my skin. It’s just safer to hide ourselves forever than risk becoming nothing less than a trophy.” (Y/n) chuckles humorlessly, their gaze falling to the fire in the center of the group. “Our voices can be a strong indicator for what we really are… So I kept it to myself.”

Twilight could practically see the the flashing memories and arrow fast thoughts flying pass their eyes. He watched them pull their shirt back down, a little further than it usually falls, as if hiding their scared body will erase the pain entirely.

The rancher relaxed his shoulders and sat himself next to them, noting that they shift away when his pelt brushing their back. “That explains a whole heckin lot… Thank you for tellin us, Hush,” (Y/n) relaxes, “even though I bet it stinks having to tell us already.” He smiles and lightly slugs their shoulder, trying to bring some of the playful energy back to the group. “So, you sure it ain’t cannibalism eatin fish?”

“For the love of the goddesses— It isn’t!” (Y/n) overdramatic groan has to be the loudest the chain has heard them speak, if you don’t count their shriek from earlier. Laughter sings around the circle with (Y/n) going into an exasperated rant that they didn’t really mean.

They think they can get used to speaking this loud.

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tada, again! \(•v•\)

oh my god- I was not expecting this.

A dark but very realistic background for our friend Hush. Poor thing.

But also- Can't say I'm surprised. Mermaids and sirens are mythical creatures. It only makes too much sense for those rich and ignorant to take advantage of them.

They're free now though! And with good friends and people who will defend them!

Hopefully they do get used to speaking out loud. And maybe learn to blend in a little more with the others when they speak so they don't get caught and figured out.

#pinky replies #anon stories #mermaid! reader #siren! reader #someone remind me to put this on the masterlist please!

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