Escaped:

A Place Called Home (Series Masterlist)

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 11.5 (FLASHBACK)

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

EPILOGUE 

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Bonus Chapter

Anime-Inspired RPG ‘Plus Adventure’ Features a Familiar Heroic Cast

https://indiegamesplus.com/2018/11/anime-inspired-rpg-plus-adventure-features-a-familiar-heroic-cast

heyyyy ryyyyy <333

since ur requests are open i thought id go ahead and ask if you're mayhaps open to anything for batmom? i don't have a completely solid idea but maybe smn like batmom has been getting threats or maybe hate or smn from somebody and everyone's reactions and how they get hella protective?

obv no pressure and you definitely do not have to write this

hope you have a great day bb

Heyyyyy, so this grew hands and wrote itself, I hope you enjoy it. It did end up with a lot of backstory.

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You knew this would happen. Once your relationship with Bruce got out there would be an influx of love and hate. You also knew that everyone else knew that as well. It was common knowledge than anyone around a celebrity of sorts would experience that. 

Of course you did the normal things, turned off most notifications and only looked through areas online you knew would mostly be safe. You blocked tags and and only followed people you knew or ones who didn’t post about drama. 

When you did stumble onto hate, you moved on. If someone kept sending you nasty messages you blocked them, when they made other accounts to keep sending the same things, you changed your settings so only those you followed could message you. 

It wasn’t something you wanted to deal with but it was something you could handle. Something you started mentally preparing yourself for when Bruce’s attention on you lasted more than 4 dates, even more so when you caught yourself daydreaming about him.

You were not going to let random bitter people on the internet destroy your happiness like they did their own. Your family however, wanted to destroy what was left of your haters' happiness. Something you were trying to curb, but trying to tell a family of vigilantes who considered you the best mom in existence not to destroy your haters was like talking to a brick wall. Over the years, you had gotten used to it. It barely even registered anymore. But there had been a recent influx of the hate and while it didn’t bother you, it bothered the rest of your family. None of them could stand people talking bad about their mom.

While you hadn’t been there while the older ones were young, the second you had introduced yourself to them, you had taken a very important role in their lives. None of them realizing it at first. All of them had gotten used to the random women Bruce brought home that it took a little while for them to realize how important you were. 

Dick wasn’t sure at first. Thinking you were just another girlfriend that wouldn’t last long. So he didn’t really interact with you much. Ignoring your existence when it wasn’t too rude, or at least obviously rude. Until one night when he was staying at the manor and had a nightmare about his parents death. 

Bruce had an open bed policy. As long as there was still room for him, his bed was open. A policy he had started when Dick had gotten old enough he was worried he wouldn’t be allowed to go when he had a nightmare. Bruce had always reminded all his kids, that nightmares don’t go away just because you’re older and that needing comfort wasn’t something they would outgrow. 

The thing was, you were there. Girlfriends didn’t mind when children did it but they never liked it when his adult kids did it. The shaking in his hands and the way he saw them fall in the darkness of every blink told him the only way he was getting any sleep was with someone. 

Hopefully he could just slip into Bruce’s side and leave before you woke up. That was the plan until he found Damian on Bruce’s side and you had been pulled closer to Bruce taking up what was left. You moved a little and Dick took that as his sign to deal with it himself until he heard you whisper his name. He hummed so you knew it was him and not some random stranger standing over Bruce’s side of the bed. 

“Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on.” You lifted the blanket next to you, “Bruce told me you guys come here when you have nightmares. There's plenty of room over here for you.” Dick hesitated for a second before giving in. He needed sleep anyway. You weren’t when you said there was plenty of room, Dick had most of your half of the bed. Once he had settled on his side, facing away from you, he felt you pull the blanket over his shoulders. 

“Night Dick, sleep well.” For some reason, that was what did it. Once the tears started they didn’t stop. Silent sobs made him shudder and he felt one of your hands gently rubbing his back. “Oh Dick.” There was no pity in your tone and he found himself rolling over and curling into you. Your chin resting on his head while you rubbed his back. 

The next day, he followed you around like a puppy. Your side of the bed became his favorite when he had nightmares and it wasn’t long before he turned to you for general comfort over anything.

Jason met you at his grave. Neither of you exchanged words, but he caught something in your gaze he didn’t quite understand. He also wasn’t sure why you were at his grave either, he didn’t know you when he was younger. 

When he saw the Gotham News post about Bruce and Your 2nd anniversary, it brought more questions than answers. Why were you at his grave alone? Let alone longer than a few seconds. It was an odd way to gain more of Bruce’s affections. 

Every Tuesday you would be there, leaving flowers and talking softly to the stone. Every time you left, you would smile and nod, the look in your eyes he couldn’t figure out was still there. Every time he would strain to heat what you were saying and only be able yo a few words here and there. 

6 months into it, the routine changed. You brought a blanket and Basket with your usual flowers. You did what you normally did with the flowers but instead of talking to the stone you waved him over. When he didn’t move, you stopped what you were doing and looked at him. 

“Jason Todd, I have been keeping your secret for 6 months. Helping me spread this blanket and having lunch won’t change it.” He stared at you while you waited expectantly. Eventually when he could get himself to move, he came over and helped. He sat down where you motioned for him too, all while trying to figure out how you knew.

“Bruce mentioned this used to be your favorite when you were younger so I asked Alfred to teach me how to make it. I hope it's up to your standards.” He looked at the plate of food you handed him. It was almost overflowing with food, all of which reminded him of the good times back at the manor before he died. “Alfred also sent your favorite cookies when he heard I would be eating at your grave.” The bag of cookies was placed next to the basket, within easy reach.

“Why?” Was all Jason managed to choke out around the lump in his throat.

“I decided early on in life, no matter who I was with, I would love their family as my own. My grandfather hated my grandmothers side and it caused a lot of pain in all the generations. I decided I would never do that to another family.” Jason found himself back in control enough to start eating. 

“So when I started dating Bruce and he told me about you, I decided to treat you like you were my own. Even though I had never met you and you were dead. Most of what that meant was keeping your grave clean and always making sure there were fresh flowers. While I did that, I would tell you everything that was going on.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Your eyes, they may be a different color but they looked too similar. So I did a little digging and found pictures of your biological pictures to place the face shape it matched. I think however you look more like Bruce then either of them.”

“Are you going to tell them?”

“As much as I would love to. It’s your choice. You’ve been keeping this to yourself for a reason. If I can help you get to a place to tell them, I would love to. But I won’t say a word until you're ready. However, I would like to keep having lunch with you.” 

A year later, Jason reintroduced himself to the rest of the family a lot calmer than originally planned and was glued to your side anytime he felt overwhelmed that night. Every Tuesday after that, lunch was scheduled.

Tim was nervous when it came to you. He was still living in the manor so he saw you more than the older two. You always seemed nice and respected his privacy but Bruce was always with you so you obviously would. 

It was when he wasn’t around that worried Tim. Bruce attracted golddiggers and they were always mean when Bruce wasn’t there. When you were given a copy of the key, Time braced himself. 

Of course he knew that if he told Bruce anything that happened like that, Bruce would break it off. He had always told them that they came first. But he also knew that Bruce liked you a lot. All the other ones Bruce liked a lot that turned out to be horrible, he broked it off. Tim had seen how it had made him upset and he really hated doing that to him. Maybe he could deal with it for once. 

So when Bruce left for a business trip, Tim was Expecting the worst. What he didn’t expect was for you to knock on his door and ask if you could join him. When he agreed and stepped back so you could come in. He expected you to go to his bed or his desk chair not, the oversized bean bag on the floor.

“I have a question for you but you can’t tell Bruce yet.” Here it comes. “What would a funny way to tell him I know he’s Batman?” Tim wasn’t expecting that one. “I was thinking a lot of batpuns but his paranoia is too bad for that.”

“How did you figure it out?” You walked him through your process and didn’t say anything as he wrote parts of it down. Once you finished explaining the process for Bruce, you explained any way it was modified in figuring out their identities.

“Who do you think I am?”

“Red Robin.” Tim found himself getting excited. 

“You know those notes you leave him in his office?” You nodded. “You should leave those in the Batcave.” You considered it but your thinking was interrupted but Tim shouting. 

“No! One night when we’re all in the cave, you could bring some snacks!” 

“You just want snacks when he’s lecturing you don’t you?”

“Maybe..”

“Alright, but you have to tell the others so they can tell me what snack they want.”

So Tim slowly and carefully went through all his siblings, letting them know you figured it out, Bruce didn’t know, and what the plan is. Every time he relayed a snack to you he’d watch how carefully you’d write it out to make sure you had it correct or look up recipes if you couldn’t find it in stores. 

Two weeks later, Tim was the one who sent the signal in the middle of a lecture everyone was receiving and he got a front row seat to see Bruce’s face when you walked in and handed out snacks before giving him a kiss and telling him to be nice and leaving. 

Any other worries were left in the dust when you helped him win the nerf war for the best seat in the home theater. He thoroughly enjoyed his spot next to you while Bruce swore revenge from the other side of the room.

Damian treated you politely but that was it. His mother was still alive and he didn’t want another one, one was more than enough. Not only that, but you were weird. 

One time when you were over, you found one of his report cards. Immediately you were praising him. He didn’t understand why, he had basically failed one of his classes with an A-. You should be disappointed like his mother would be, not hanging it up on the fridge and telling people not to touch it. Definitely not taking him out for ice cream and calling him so smart. He definitely shouldn’t be feeling any pride when he walked past it, but he still was. 

When he was practicing his violin and Messed up, you were supposed to tell him to stop failing, that he should be better. Not smiling at him and telling him he’s making good progress. You should be telling him that he should have memorized that piece in a day. He shouldn’t be feeling any pride when he finally does memorize it, it took him 4 days to learn it.

When he was struggling to learn a language, you were supposed to tell him to work harder. He could do better, after all, he already knew so many. Instead you just smiled and recommended a break to refresh his mind. 

When he snapped at you in Arabic, he expected you to be upset since you didn’t know what he said and it was obviously not something nice. Instead you set the rule that if he was going to use Arabic to speak to you when upset, that he had to teach it to you and if what he said wasn’t something you had learned yet, he had to tell you in english. When he told you what it meant, you didn’t even get upset. He definitely shouldn’t be as excited as he was when you actually started learning. 

So many more little things piled up, leaving Damian confused. The differences between how you and his mother treated him was so big he didn’t know how to process it, he liked you and all the little things made him happy in a way he hadn’t really felt. But he still loved his mom, When he had enough of it, he asked you to stop. He still wanted to love his mom. Once again, you did something you weren’t supposed to.

“Oh Damian, I’m not trying to replace your mom nor am I trying to make you feel like you can’t love her or she doesn’t love you. Your mom and I show our love in different ways and its ok for you to love or like both of us. You mother loves you and she will always be allowed in your life if thats what you want.” You weren’t supposed to do that, but Damian was really glad you did.

Barbara wasn’t sure how you would react to her. She wasn’t just Bruce’s kid. She had a loving family she went back to every night. Most people weren’t really a fan of that, one of Bruce’s past girlfriends had some strong and hurtful things to say about it. 

When you took her for a day out, she found herself warming up to you but still waiting for the other shoe to drop. One of the new places you had planned to go, didn’t have wheelchair access. Like all the other girlfriends who had done this, she expected you to be annoyed that your plans had to change or you would just leave her outside while you shopped. 

You didn’t seem to notice her hesitation, just looking at what was next on your list and starting the trip there. When Barbara stared a little longer at a new movie that was in theaters, tickets and snacks were bought and you listed to all the lore she told you about before it started.

While it had been a nice day, Barbara wasn’t convinced. One day was easy to fake. Sure she had lots of fun, but Barbara was used to fakes when it came to Bruce’s girlfriends. Of course she wasn’t complaining about you being nice, she just wasn’t sure how long it would last. 

“Did you hear about that boutique?” She looked up from her food to look at her dad. “That new one that you tried to go to with Bruce’s girlfriend? Well there was a report that it didn’t meet the Americans with Disabilities act and the boutique is in trouble. People are speculating they’ll have to close down.”

Later that night, Barbara looked into it. They were in trouble, pretty big trouble from the looks of it. Towards the end of the article she found the name of the person who reported it, she wasn’t sure who she was expecting. Not you for sure but the Name Y/n L/n took her by surprise and filled her chest with feelings she couldn’t describe. 

The boutique ended up closing but a new one opened. Once it was open, you were the first to ask her to go. That weird feeling came back when she wheeled herself up the ramp and through the door you held open for her. Later that night, in the privacy of her room. She decided she liked you. 

Steph seemed like she liked you, she acted like she liked you, she didn’t really like you. Sure you were nice, Bruce loved you, the others were warming up to you, but she wasn’t sure how to feel about you. So she stuck with not actually liking you but pretending to. 

So when she was around you, it was all smiles and jokes. She wasn’t a big fan of it all but she did it because she knew you were important to Bruce and that was enough of a reason for her. She knew Bruce and the others could see through the act but as long as you couldn’t, that was enough. 

When Bruce announced he had to leave for a business trip right before she could hand him the parents visit for one of her AP classes, something the new teacher liked doing. She tucked the paper away. When Tim gave her a questioning look, she shook her head and later swore him to silence. 

Every time she heard someone mention their parents were going, she felt a pang of jealousy in her chest. Every time Tim mentioned bringing it up to you, she swore him into silence again. It wouldn’t be the first time no one showed up for her. She was however thankful you wouldn’t be at the manor as much so she didn’t have to pretend to like you.

When the day arrived, Steph was not having a good day. School dragged on slowly. Slower than normal. When school finally ended, she had to sit in the classroom and watch everyone else that was in her class leave and the parents of her classmates show up while no one was there or coming for her.

Someone sat in the seat next to her, she expected another family member of one of her classmates. Definitely not you. She couldn’t return your smile, too unsure of how you found out, the fact you actually showed up, and how she felt about you being there. You leaned a little closer so that the others in the room wouldn’t easily overhear. 

“I know I’m not your parent and someone you just pretend to like so if you want me to leave I will. But I figured someone was better then no one. Oh, and Tim wanted me to tell you he didn’t spill. Your teacher called the manor because no one had RSVPed for you and I answered it.”

That night, as Steph showed off all her hard work to you, the charade fell. She actually enjoyed her time with you and the boost of pride as you oohed and ahhed over all her projects and listened to her explain all the little details. That night, Steph realized, she didn’t need to keep pretending. She liked you, until she found out you didn’t like her favorite show but a nerf war solved that. 

Cass could tell you were different then the other girlfriends, your body language as you interacted with all of them showed it. However that didn’t mean she knew how to interact with you.

She had learned that she was fairly hard for new people to interact with. She also knew she had trouble interacting with people she wasn’t fighting. So it wasn’t a surprise when it started rocky. 

What was a surprise, was when you found out she was still having trouble reading and writing, you stepped in to help. Well, that wasn’t the surprising part, a lot of girlfriends did that. The surprising part was the amount of patience you had when it was only the two of you. 

When one method didn’t help, you tried another. Never once did you snap at her or call her a name. Everytime you got frustrated you would stop and look at her, say something along the lines of “If I had as much trouble with this as you do, I wouldn’t want to keep trying. You're doing absolutely amazing! I’ll keep looking for other ideas, but for now, lets take a break and get a treat.” 

Cass wasn’t sure why that always made her feel better, but it did. Every treat you brought was something you made just for the tutoring sessions and it always reminded her of what Alfred had told her once. “Something made with love for you will always taste better.”

And when a method that made it a little easier to learn was found, Cass found herself smiling along with your cheers. Bad days where she couldn’t seem to make any progress were always met with the same excitement, cheers, patience, and treats that all the others were. 

Cass still wasn’t sure of what to think of you exactly, but she knew she liked you and that you cared about her.

So when Tim saw the new rise in hate, a sibling meeting was called. They all went through each site, blood boiling as they saw what people were saying about their new parent. Plans were made, declarations of war were ready, and anger fueled all of them. Bruce could tell something was going on, but he wasn’t sure what it was and as long as it didn’t get out of had, he wasn’t sure if he had the energy to deal with it. 

War was declared in an interview by Steph. The lady was asking questions when the topic switched to Bruce, then you. The reporter was clearly trying to subtly find some dirt on you and Steph was not going to stand for it.

“Oh yeah! Y/n! She’s the best!” She put on her best press face. Trying to hide her anger over the hidden intent. She didn’t have to lie or act when talking about you but the change in the lady’s face going to disappointment when she didn’t get anything she wanted was making her look very punchable. 

“She’s always showing up for us and making sure we’re doing ok. If Y/n and Bruce were to break up, I think most of us would go with Y/n.” The way the lady kept trying to get anything really got on her nerves and Steph decided she needed to get out of there before she started using the lady’s face for target practice. You wouldn’t like that.

Cass was the first one to resort to violence. They had asked a thinly veiled question, basically asking if you were a golddigger. So she punched him in the nose and leaned down to flip the camera off. She hated interviews already but that made it so much worse. She hoped you wouldn’t be too upset with her punching the guy though.

Jason, surprisingly enough. Did not get violent… physically. He did however curse one out and threaten him when the reporter implied you were forcing them to say nice things. When the reporter kept pressing Jason broke his mic and told him if he ever heard him talking bad about you again, a broken mic would be the last of his worries. Jason knew you would be disappointed but he had held back, he didn’t shoot the guy like he wanted.

Tim threw his coffee at one reporter because he heard them say you were nothing but a regular person who didn’t deserve any attention. He then took over her segment, threatening the company to air it or he would make sure they went bankrupt. Once he finished his threats, anything he said was praising you name. Telling everyone how amazing you were and how much they all loved you.

Barbara made it a point to bring up everything you did for the community when they tried to throw some shade at you in an interview. She had documents to prove it and hacked their systems to add them into the interview so they couldn’t claim it was fake. She also made sure to run over his foot when she left. 

Dick punched a reporter when they tried to ask him what you were really like behind closed doors. He told them the truth, that you were just as good, kind, patient, and loving behind closed doors as you were out in public. He didn’t throw a punch until the reporter disregarded that as asked again because she couldn’t be that good. Dick knew a lecture would be coming once you saw, but he would rather sit through a lecture then let anyone tarnish your name.

Damian spent 10 minutes cursing and threatening a reporter in Arabic when they asked him if you had ever hurt him. When he was done, he told them in english, that if he ever got asked that question again, he would impale them. He knew you were going to make him sit down and translate everything and the general response you would give but he didn’t care, no one speaks bad about either of his mothers.

Bruce figured out what was going on after Steph’s interview. He saw the ones where they assaulted or threatened the reporters and made sure his lawyers were on standby to keep the kids out of trouble. After all, he had seen more than they had. 

He had watched as you tried to connect with Dick early on, how you worked hard to try and get somewhere. He had woken up before you when Dick had come in that night and heard how you handled it. He had woken up the next morning to find you holding Dick close, like you were trying to protect him from the nightmares. He had seen how you never turned Dick down when he wanted comfort, no matter how serious or silly the matter, and he had heard your excitement when you told him Dick liked you.

Bruce had seen the way you never missed a visit to Jason’s grave, on a visit of his own, he saw how much care you showed the stone marking it as his lost son. While he hadn’t been sure why it was alway the same time on Tuesday, he didn;t mention it. He felt the way you would sob in his arms after each visit, a year after the tradition started, you always said you had promised not to tell and he watched as you kept that promise even if it tore you to pieces. Once the shock and tears wore off for a little bit, he could see the trust that Jason had in you.

He heard the way you questioned if you should have a key to the manor, you didn’t want to make Tim uncomfortable in his own home, or how you questioned if you should visit while he was gone. Not wanting to stress Tim out when there was no reason too. He saw the way you and Tim grinned at each other when you brought snacks down for all the kids he was currently lecturing. He head the excitement in your voice as you told him about the tour Tim had given you of the Batcave and the shared laughter as you and Tim worked together to win the nerf war.

Bruce saw how you worked to give Damian the affection he didn’t think he needed. He felt you crying in his arms upset over the fact Damian thought you would be angry because he made a mistake or struggled in a class. He heard you practicing your Arabic as you got ready for bed and he watched as you stress paced over whether or not you said the right thing to him about his mother. 

He saw how angry you had been when you came back from your day out with Barbara. He had heard your call with your lawyer as you tried to figure out what to do. He saw you going through the laws and making a list to make sure your lawyer didn’t miss any. He heard about the movie you didn’t particularly care about and the lore you remembered in case of another because you wanted Barbara to have someone she could tell all of her favorite things too. 

Bruce saw the pictures you had taken from the school night. He heard all the details from you as you praised Steph’s work. He saw the way Steph stopped acting around you and the silly arguments the two of you would get into for fun. He heard the way you would listen to her as she verbally worked out her problems. He saw the way Steph looked for you in a crowd, the way she knew you were there but not where you stood exactly, the thought of you not being there never crossed her. 

He saw the way you stayed up late, researching different ways to teach reading and writing. He heard the patience and kindness and you worked with Cass. He saw the way you always made a treat just for Cass to have after each lesson because you wanted to reward her hard work. He heard the way you cried for Cass when she had a bad day and got frustrated with herself because you knew she was smart and you wanted her to see it too. He heard your celebrations when Cass made any progress, no matter the size. 

Bruce heard, saw, and felt the way you worked hard to have a relationship with his kids. How you had mourned for their losses, celebrated their wins, and felt their pain. He saw the way his kids blossomed under your care, growing to be better and more confident in themselves. The way you cared for them as if they were your own flesh and blood. So when he was asked about his kids behavior, he said as much. 

“Y/n has worked hard to be accepted by them. She’s given so much of her time, effort, patience, and love and never wanted anything in return. She always shows up for them, no matter what the occasion is, big or small, it doesn’t matter. If they want her there, she’ll be there. Everytime they need or want her, she’s there. She never judges them and treats them as if they were her own blood. Of course their upset and lashing out, people are insulting the woman who has cared for them more then most of their biological mothers.”

Later, a clip of you scolding Bruce and all the kids went viral. While you were scolding them over their behavior and making the kids who had reacted with violence or threats write apology letters because asking mean questions does not make it right to respond badly especially when its someone just trying to start drama. Everyone one noticed that there was no actual bite to your tone and no anger when they all refused to stop acting like that. In fact, there was a small soft smile on your face as you shook your head at your family.

Hi, yes......um I love this so much and I need this in writing 🥴😁

Ok uh monster hunter au? Cryptid au? Idk how to describe it. Sorry for how long this is I got more and more ideas as I wrote it down

Basically, Dream is the neighborhood cryptid of this little town in the forest. The town is basically the Dream SMP, except without some of the newer members because I don’t know them that well. Dream is a mysterious shapeshifting entity/urban legend that lives in the woods.

Tommy and Tubbo have recently become obsessed with monsters/monster hunting, and when they hear legends about the demon ‘Nightmare’ who lives in the woods and steals people away, they have to find out more about it.

Wilbur and Techno, a much more experienced pair of cryptid experts, try to keep Tommy and Tubbo from searching for Nightmare because they’ve lost many friends to the forest.

Other people’s roles in the au:

Nikki: Runs the town bakery, along with Fundy. She’s not too interested in monsters and would rather just live a simple cottagecore life in the small town. She runs a small but lively garden with Eret.

Fundy: While Wilbur is the official mayor of the town, Fundy, as his secretary, ends up doing most of the work. He has access to the town records, and when properly motivated, can pull up little-known facts about just about anything. However, he’s often grumpy, and it’s hard to find him on a good day. Doing him a favor might help as he’s always overworked.

George: Runs the town general store, along with his pals Sapnap and Badboyhalo. Is the only one in the town to have ever had an encounter with Nightmare, but has never spoken about it. However, all encounters with cryptids are logged in the town records, if you know where to look. George always seems to get into trouble, but through some combination of coincidence and luck always gets out of it. It’s almost like someone is looking out for him...

Sapnap: Works at the general store with George and Badboyhalo. He’s talkative and quick to argue, but always knows what the general store has in stock and when the next shipment will be. He knows something is up with George. Ever since George went into the woods, he’s been different somehow, but Sapnap knows better than to ask about it.

Badboyhalo: He knows everyone in town, and is generally on good terms with everyone. When the forest was a safer place, he used to lead tours around to show tourists the wildlife. He still knows the woods like the back of his hand, and unbeknownst to everyone else, he still ventures in on occasion. He’s never met Nightmare, that he knows of anyway. Don’t get on his bad side or you’ll really have fucked up.

Eret: The town carpenter. He builds houses and buildings, and he loves to design. Nikki and Eret occasionally sell flowers at the general store when they have extras from their garden. (Au spoilers for if I ever write anything about this) secretly a cryptid (like the traitor thing?? Hm???) and never takes off her glasses so as not to show her white eyes and reveal that they aren’t human. Eret’s powers are yet to be determined/discovered/used. Even Dream doesn’t know what his powers are.

Techno: The town’s mercenary. No one knows why he decided to come to this specific town, or why he decided to settle in a small town at all. He’s always ready to help with hard labor or menial tasks, but prefers to skip the talking, except with Wilbur. He gets nervous easily but you’d never know from his outward demeanor. He still is extremely good with a bow and a sword from his monster hunting days, and occasionally trains Tommy if he’s in the mood for it.

Wilbur: He’s the mayor of the town, but is more of a figurehead than anything else. He cares a lot about his town but isn’t always the most motivated to fix real issues. He used to be a cryptid hunter, but refuses to talk about those days. Tommy and Tubbo have managed to pry a couple stories from him, but he refuses to answer why he stopped his monster-hunting or how he got that scar across his face. He’s skilled with a bow and a sword, but doesn’t get much chance to use his skills.

Dream: His main power is shapeshifting, which is why no one has ever seen him except George. George caught him in human form, and as soon as he saw Dream’s faintly glowing eyes and face that just... wasn’t quite right... he turned and ran back to town as fast as he could. George didn’t believe the legends before, but after that he most definitely did. Dream stretched out a hand after him as George ran and a whisper fell from his lips, “wait...” but George didn’t hear him as he crashed through the brush. Dream has many different forms but his favorites are wolf, various birds, horse, and human. Dream also has some smaller powers like stronger than normal strength, slight resistance, and a quicker reaction time than a normal person.

Dream has had encounters with other members of the town, but none of them realize it. Fundy has met him in the form of a fox, Bad has met him in the form of a wolf, and George has met him in wolf, parrot, and most recently, horse, though he has yet to realize that those were Dream. Sapnap has met him as wandering traveler who came into the general store once. George and Bad were both off duty, and Dream wore a cloak and a hood that cast his face in shadow.

Tommy and Tubbo have each had their own encounter with Dream as well. Tubbo has met Dream while he was a bee, they were both in Eret and Nikki’s garden. Tommy has seen Dream as a stray cat around the town, and has fed him some leftovers.

All the legends of Dream are greatly exaggerated. Somehow the story of lost travelers being led back by friendly animals has turned into travelers being pulled deeper into the woods by a demon until they couldn’t get out again.

I might change some stuff around eventually if I feel like it, but this au is open so feel free to draw art/write something using this if you want! I’m going to post this without reading through it so there might be some errors/discrepancies

Tagging @dtvibez because I think you’ll enjoy it

Vice

Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized) (Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) 

UPDATE 11.02.2018: I TAKE REQUESTS ONLY FROM THOSE PROMPTS THAT ARE IN BOLDED TEXT (like the text from this update.)

1. Do I look like I give a fuck? - 2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you. - 3. Me? Overreacting? Probably. - 4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you. - 5. A: Whar are you doing? B: Avoiding. A: Avoiding what? B: Everything. - 6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES? - 7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time. - 8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.     A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell. - 9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world! - 10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass. - 11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it. - 12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends. - 13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it. - 14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard. - 15. A: How do you make someone holy?       B: You beat the hell out of them. - 16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.       B: Not me, I’m important. - 17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it. - 18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such. - 19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it. - 20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything. - 21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment. - 22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place. - 23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though. - 24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.       B: THanks.       A: You’re welcome. - 25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming. - 26. A: What are you reading?       B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.       A: wHAT the fuck? - 27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.       B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch. - 28. Man, how many eye contact until date? - 29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”. - 30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on. - 31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19? - 32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey. - 33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb. - 34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower. - 35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful. - 36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right. - 37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic. - 38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me. -

39. A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.      B: That’s my right boob though.      A: Babe. -

40. Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough. - 41. What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answer to a Harry Potter trivia question. - 42. I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck. - 43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice. - 44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you. - 45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch. -

47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense. -

48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier. -

49.I ship me and that boat. - 50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay. - 51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death. - 52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee! - 53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me. - 54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit? - 55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery. - 56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING - 57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games. - 58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad. - 59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general. - 60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally. - 61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later. - 62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy. - 63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know. - 64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”. - 65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what? - 66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects. - 67.A: I love you.      B: What if I got a bowl cut? - 68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t. - 69.I’m aggressively thinking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is? - 70.My opinion is no. - 71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan and he’s hot as Hell. - 72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch. - 73.Which is messier - my life or my hair? - 74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face? - 75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. - 76.Read a girl who dates books. - 77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants. - 78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory. - 79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that. - 80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting. - 81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?

(This update applies ONLY to MY blog (aka Persuasivus) !) 💕

/PART TWO/ PART THREE /

inarazaki fic recs!

miya atsumu

espresso and pancakes by @wordswithinmoments​

warnings: none

if someone were to ask you what your favorite part about the twenty-four hour library was, you’d probably lie and make up a reason on the spot. but really, you have to admit that sakusa kiyoomi was clearly a silver lining in those late night trips to the library.

in which your daughter says her first words by @agaassi​ 

warnings: none 

how to start your day by @miyatsusamu​

warnings: none

miya atsumu has a morning habit that he’d never [want to] change in his entire life.

homesick by @samuthots​ (ongoing mixed media series) 

warnings: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there. dad!atsumuxmom!reader; Atsumu doesn’t know, six years timeskip! dearest daddy universe!

six years ago, l/n y/n wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. it had always been problematic but her best friend, miya atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. however, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? will she be able to confront her demons? 

perfect union by @bleedinqhearts​ (one-shot)

warnings: cursing, explicit nsfw content (towards the end, easily skippable)

five times atsumu suggested getting married + the one time he actually proposes.

atsumu sees you in a dress by @mammonrights​ (one-shot)

warnings: spanking, hair pulling, deepthroat, slight orgasm denial/teasing, a little breeding because i cant help myself, idk its smut 

cherry cola by @tobiosmilktea​

warnings: none

in which you find your best friend, atsumu, passed out on your balcony after a party the night before. now you’re giving him a wake up call with a cherry cola and a confession 

who miya atsumu really is by @dreamykou​ (one-shot)

warnings: light angsty feelings

love is only a feeling by @msbyslut​​ (one-shot)

warnings: drug use, sex while under the influence, dirty talk, oral (f.recieving, mentions of m.receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstim

getting high and having some of the best sex of your life with your boyfriend, atsumu. because that’s what we all deserve.

backseat serenade by @msbyslut​ (one-shot)

warnings: filth, ATSUMUyes he deserves a warning, car sex but not really, fem!reader, light choking, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, v light overstim

teasing atsumu is always interesting.

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Red Moon Masterlist

Summary: Hana’s life was planned out perfectly. She would marry the pack alpha, become Luna and do her duties. But the appearance of a mysterious stranger turns her life inside out she finds herself outcast and alone. Will she find her new home in Chan and his pack of strays? Will she find what she’s been looking for all along in the mysterious alpha? Or will everything crumble under her again?

Warnings: Werewolf AU, pack dynamics, mating cycles, noncon, abuse, victim blaming, angst, explicit adult content

A/N: This story is written by an adult for adults. I know a lot of Stray Kids fans are younger, but this story is very mature. It deals with a lot of adult topics and adult situations beyond just smut. That being said, this story is not to be taken lightly. There is a lot that happens in the first couple chapters that will probably make a lot of people uncomfortable. That being said, if it’s not your cup of tea, please move on. Don’t interact with it.This is an AU. This is in no way a representation of Stray Kids in real life, nor is it meant to represent any people who may be unintentionally mentioned in this story.

And yes, this was definitely inspired by Wolfgang. 

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Injury

word count: 672

genre: fluff, slight angst(?)

pairings: diluc x gn! reader (M’lady is used once)

warnings: blood, depictions of a wound

additional notes: here's some more Diluc, I promise I am working on some other characters. If you have any suggestions or you have anything you would like me to write don't be afraid to send me an ask !!

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   The sun was starting to dip past the horizon as you made your way through the trellises in front of the winery. The day had been long and hard, fighting hilichurls until late this evening. The feeling of bruises starting to form and the pains of fighting are starting to settle in, the adrenaline finally starting to wear off. As you move to open the front door a stinging sensation lights up your entire left arm.

   Looking to your left arm you notice the blood flowing from your shoulder. You take a second to process the fact that you were bleeding from a wound in your shoulder you hadn’t felt before now. Opening the door with your other arm, you swiftly walk into the winery and apply pressure to the wound as soon as you let go of the door.

   You walk toward your shared bedroom and catch sight of Adelinde, when she turns to greet you she gasps and takes half a step back. “M’lady-” she says panicked, heading toward you to inspect the wound “-are you okay?” You nod with a slight smile on your face, “yes, I am okay. Would you be able to send some bandages and such to our bathroom, I would like to deal with the wound before Diluc arrives.”

   She nods her head and moves to start gathering the materials. As she does that, you walk the rest of the way toward your room. You head straight to the bathroom from there, looking in the mirror to assess how bad the wound is. You remove your shirt, staring at the wound closer, before hearing the door open.

   You look up in the mirror expecting Adelinde before catching sight of Diluc standing behind you, holding the materials to clean and dress your wound. You turn to him before looking away when he starts walking closer. He sets everything down before wetting a rag and starting to clean around your wound.

   “Diluc, you don’t have to do this love. You have probably had a long da-” he cuts you off “- my dear, I would do this a million times over just to make sure you are alright.” He looks up at you to make sure he isn’t hurting you with what he is doing. When you make eye contact he sends you a small smile to which you send one back in return.

   As he continues to clean and dress your wound, you raise your uninjured arm and place it on the side of his face, running your thumb on his cheek. He leans into your touch while he puts the finishing touches on the dressing. Once he’s done, he stands to his full height and looks back at your face. “What happened to cause such a wound dear,” he asks. You walk out of the bathroom with him following, sitting on the bed while he starts to change from the day.

   “To be honest with you, I didn’t feel the wound until I was going to open the front door. I assume it happened sometime today while clearing camps.” You look at him as he pulls his night shirt on, looking towards you as he pulls another from his closet and motions for you to change into it. You happily do so before turning around to face him. “I never got to say it, but welcome home love.”

   He smiles at you and takes a step forward, wrapping his arms around your waist. You follow his lead by placing one hand on his nape and the other on his shoulder. He leans forward and you meet him halfway, noses brushing as lips meet. The smell of oak and smoke enveloped you, along with the warmth of the man in front of you.

   He pulls back slightly before leaning in again for a quick peck, resting your foreheads together afterward. His hand had moved to rest on the back of your head and yours had moved to pull the tie from his hair. “Thank you, my dear.”

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