i probably should’ve done this in the first place but hello! my name is sky and i write reader insert fics!
im genderfluid, so depending on which gender identity i feel the most at the moment, thats the gender the reader shall be! im a very self-indulgent writer (bc obviously im the one writing these stuff lol). currently i am feeling masc! i feel and think i am male rn. but you can use any pronouns on me! its okay!
its like impossible to misgender me bc i genuinely don’t care if ppl misgender me on accident or on purpose, bc boy, girl or nonbinary, i identify as them! so its cool. thats one of the perks of being genderfluid lol.
anyway, ill be planning to write gender neutral reader more often in the future! i think gender neutral is what ill be writing more tbh.
if you have any questions abt me or my writing, you’re welcome to say so! im open to any questions!
all the aesthetic stuff is by: arneefigisikir and 03587 here on tumblr!
edit: i have decided to replace “reader” with “(name)” bc i was being lazy yesterday lol. i hope yall don’t mind the change.
so i had an idea. (name) is bruce’s biological son, and in his mothers side he has brothers (they’re supposed to be parallel to dick, jason, tim and damian), and (name) has a good relationship with them. he knew them longer than the bat brothers, but he doesn’t live with them anymore because bruce took full custody of (name) (he has the money and power after all).
“where are you going?” damian questions as he watches (name) walk down the grand stairs from the top. (name) stops mid-way, he lets out a sigh to quickly prepare himself for this interrogation. he turns to face damian who looks back at him with narrowed eyes and crossed arms “im going to my brothers- i mean… my biological brothers house.” (name) explains, “i am your blood brother.” damian says firmly, empathising the ‘i’.
(name) hums, he understands the kind of mentality damian was raised into, so he didn’t judge “yes you too, but i mean my brothers from my mothers side. theres no hierarchy here, damian. you are all my brothers.” he reassures. damian only scoffs “ill tell father that you’re leaving.” he responds, sounding almost like a threat really…
he turns to retreat back to his room, planning to draw his frustrations out or something because thats what his father advised him to do a while back. knowing damian, he probably believes that there is a competition between the two group of brothers, and they need to be number one.
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“whats in the bag?” dick asks. (name) had been walking down the hall to his room but was stopped by dick who decided to stay for dinner tonight. “oh just a bunch of clothes…” (name) informs him, slightly holding up the paper brown bag full of clothes, “what? you went shopping? why didn’t you ask me to come with you? i sent a text to the group chat that i was visiting!” dick says, sad that his little brother didn’t ask him for anything.
(name) shakes his head “i didn’t go shopping. its “(older bio-brother’s name) clothes that he doesn’t use anymore, he let me keep them since they fit my fashion sense.” there was a soft smile on (name)’s face as he explained to dick.
dick’s expression went blank for a moment, he had forgotten that you have active family members on your mothers side. “hm.” his lips tighten to a line before he gives reader a forced smile, “ah! thats nice of him..” he managed to not say that out from gritted teeth. dammit why didn’t he think of that?!
now this has him stressing, his fashion sense is completely different from (name)s! how can he compete?! to calm himself down, he pats (name)s head “when you’re free, lets go somewhere before dinner.” he asks, (name) nods.
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“so, still need help with your documents?” tim asks, approaching (name) who is seated on the couch with his laptop on his lap doingssome school work “nah, its alright. (bio-brother’s name) helped me. im just doing a bit of editing before i submit it.” reader says.
tim stays silent for a moment, he then sits right next to (name) and watches with intense eyes over (name)s shoulder who is just trying to focus on editing. “tim you don’t need to-“ “shut it.” “ah… okay…”
as much as tim is happy that (name) has a bond with his biological family, he certainly wants to keep (name)s bond with this family going as well! he doesn’t want to feel… useless…
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“hey (name), need me to drop you off today?” jason asks as he watches (name) walk down the grand stairs “nah its fine! (bio-brother’s name) is dropping me off, you can relax” (name) says as he heads to the big door that alfred already opened for him, the butler holding out (name)s lunch box for school.
jasons eyes narrowed as he stands in place, watching his little bro walk off so casually. (name) doesn’t think that (bio-brother’s name) is batter than him does he? (name) does like hanging out with jason right? blood doesn’t mean anything! right?!
jason cant help but feel worry, but he shouldn’t be angry at (name)… but damn he can’t help but feel like he needs to prove something…
jason just spent the whole day to himself, feeling angsty. he texted (name) that he will be picking him up after school, despite (name) trying to tell jason that his brother that dropped him off to school will do it, jason was insistent. jason is glad that his little bro has a bond with his biological family, really he is! but jason still has issues… he already had a hard time accepting getting “replaced” by tim. he isn’t sure if he can handle being replaced as a brother…
yeah thats all i have LOL, a bit rushed on the end bc my brain is ugh and i really wanted to get this out! anyway, hoped yall liked it!
note: personal experience from my own sibling along time ago lolll, also gravity fall reference at the end, i miss that show…
Nights always seem darker in Gotham.
Perched on the edge of a rooftop on one of Gotham's tall buildings, sat (name) in his vigilante suit and mask. He can hear everything and see everything from where his at.
Unfortunately for him, he's patrolling, not his favourite subject. He would rather go on real missions and to the living day lights out of a stupid villain. But obeyed his father's orders he did.
His ears perked when he heard the slightest shuffle behind him, he twisted around and threw a dagger at the direction of the noise, only for it to be caught by a gloved hand.
"A 'hello' would've suffice, brother." Spoke Damian, coming out of the shadows in his iconic modified robin suit. (Name) scoffed, though not annoyed to see his brother "we're supposed to be separate remember?" Reminded (name) to his twin. Damian crossed his arms under his cape "i know... but I'm hungry... so let's go eat." Suggested Damian, though there was a hint of demand in his voice and a slight embarrassment for hinting that he wanted to bond with his brother, to do something soft and wholesome with him. "Please." Damian then added, thinking manners would convince his brother to say yes.
(Name) thought for a moment... shall he ditch his patrol for a moment with his twin? Shall he allow himself to endure the lecture their father will give to them?
Yes. Yes he will for his brother. "Okay." (Name) answered.
Now here the two brothers are, sitting next to each other on top of a building, munching on their bat burgers, talking about their day. "hey!" (Name) had stolen a fry from Damian
"that was mine!" He said glaring at his twin who was already munching on the stolen fry
"what was yours? This?!" (Name) stuck his tongue out, bits of the now mushed fry on attached to his tongue "GROSS!" Damian pushed his brother's head away as far as he could. (Name) tried to pry his bothers hands off him, snickering at his twins reaction, they end up pushing each other back and forth till it turned into a ridiculous cat fight on the building.
"Surrender and say you're sorry for stealing what was mine!" Damian demanded as they rolled around on the hard floor of the buildings roof "no!" (Name) spoke through his gritted teeth. The twins pulled each other's hair, punched their sides with little force while trying to restrain the other like in Jiu jitsu, trying to make the other tap out so that the other can win.
Suddenly a dark figure landed just close enough for the boys to notice and stop. Damian halted his right fist in the air, his body hovered above (name)s, his other hand wrapped around the wrist of his brothers right hand because (name) has that hand pushed against his face. From below, (name) has his left hand in a fist, one of his foot pressed on Damians stomach that was about to launch his brother off. They both stopped fighting to look up at the figure with wide eyes...
Bruce, now dressed as Batman, sighed tiredly at his twins who got themselves tangled in a silly sibling fight yet again.
The twins got up from the floor, slightly embarrassed for being caught fighting each other again...
"Boys.." Batman crossed his arms, his voice was low and raspy. The twins looked at each other and then hugged each other. They have been practicing... forgiveness. But they will never admit how much they appreciate the hug.
"Pat. Pat." They synced their voices almost robotically as they were patting each others back to complete their 'forgiveness hug’.
Bruce slightly smiled at the sight of the twin brothers, happy that they have gotten along again.
this idea is from tiktok and now i look crazy laughing at the thought of hank 3 who is studying in the medical field falling for this prank lol
hank 3 x gn!reader
hank 3 deserves a lil bit of love and away from him being perverted hehe, so heres something wholesome for hank 3 <3
the other hanks are doing their own thing and now its just you and hank 3 chilling in the living room, on the couch watching tv.
hank 3 is having a break from the hospital as a trainee surgeon studying to be a neurosurgeon, he loves learning new things but all the reading and writing has him drained to the core!
hes on the other end of the couch, body spread out on the soft cushions while watching whatever is on the tv. you are sitting on the other end, relaxing as well.
“hello?” you pretended to be on a call, your phone on the ear that faces hank 3 so that you can secretly record his reaction. when he heard you speak, his nosey ass glanced at you for a moment before turning his attention back to the tv.
“you still have that migraine?” this caught hank 3s nosey self, he sits up a bit, trying to contain his excitement from spewing all the knowledge he knows that comes from learning stuff from his studies.
“then just take 2000mg of paracetamol then” you suggest to literally no one on the phone. hank 3’s expression turns into one that is of judgement and shock, you can feel his side eye burning right at you.
“its fine!” you say. hank 3 whips is head at you, looking at you like you grew another head.
he scoffs “homie what?!” he whisper-yelled, turning his head to look at you. “hank, shh… im taking on the phone” you whisper back, trying to contain your laughter. he sits up and scoots a bit closer to you shamelessly, confused yet curious to know what else you have to say
“sorry, hank is just being..” you roll your eyes when you notice how close he is “anyway- so what if you’re diabetic? im pretty sure paracetamol doesn’t affect it”
“their liver! their liver, house homie!” he whispers a bit louder this time, hoping that the person you’re talking to can hear him, he almost looks offended when you waved him off. hes stressing out now, finding this ridiculous “dude…” “hank! shh!” “its a migraine, 1000mg is the limit! not 2000mg!”
he tries to take the phone from you to talk to whoever this person is but you quickly swat his hand away. “if your migraine isn’t going away then just double the dose to ensure if goes away, logical right?” hank 3 looks at you with a shocked expression, and he thought he was the dummy… he sighs and runs a hand through his red-hair, finding you so weird right now…
when you couldnt hold it in anymore, you told him it was a prank. he was relieved and laughed with you. and yes, you did send this video to the other hanks. they loved it! though they praised his passion for medicine!
this was pretty lazy, cuz its just a quick idea lol
(pls excuse my english if some parts dont make sense)
The Hanks as parents headcanons/drabbles!!
afab!reader!
warnings: reader is implied as the one who carried the baby but you can pretend reader didn’t if you want, poly relationship, Hank 0 being a cuite, sfw. (if i missed anything pls let me know!).
- during the birth, hank 3 was the only hank out of the 5 that was allowed to stay in the delivery room due to the fact that he’s a medical student and also to prevent over-crowding, so for him that was lowkey a medical lesson even though he’s studying to be a licensed neurosurgeon. “this is fucking gnarly!!” he says in shock, though not disgusted since he’s probably going to see worse in the future anyway. he also provided as much comfort as he could.
- outside, the other 4 hanks were stressing! hank 2 fainted each time he heard a scream, hank 1 and hank 5 huddled together for comfort, and hank 4 pacing up and down the hall, biting his nails or running his hands through his curly blonde hair. fear and stress on the hanks?! no way!!!
- when hank 0 arrived, hank 3 was bawling his eyes out. you weren’t sure who cried louder, the baby or hank 3.
- when all the other hanks got to meet the baby, they were quiet for the first time. they checked up on you first before bringing their attention to the baby. hank 2 forced everyone to wear a disposable mask for the hank 0’s safety since they just popped out.
- the boys are determined even more at their jobs for financial stability ever since the baby came. hank 3 is a nurse assistant while continuing to study, hank 1 has stretched out his business to make parachutes more safer for humans too as well as dogs, hank 2 continues his writing and is even working with a team.
- im unsure what hank 4 and hank 5 do as a job, but i think hank 4 takes on many jobs, he hates standing still! but he loves being a surf instructor tho.
- when hank 0 starts crying in the middle of the night, everyone immediately wakes up to check on them. it doesn’t matter how tired they we’re from their day, they will check on hank 0. they also refuse to let you wake up to take care of the situation. “its alright homie!” “yeah! just go back to bed, we got this!” they each kiss your face before heading to check on hank 0.
- they hate changing the diaper, only hank 5 takes care of that when hes available bc it was his dream to be a father. but they do help out with other stuff.
- they were cheering like frat bros when hank 0 started walking. hank 0’s second word was “homie”.
- every time any of the hanks see you holding or spending anytime with hank 0, they want to just pop another in ya.
- hank 0s first activity was surfing!! (safely, of course) it consisted of hank 4 gently pushing his surfboard on the shallow water as hank 0 sits on top. hank 0 squeals and coos in excitement, kicking their little feet on the board. its not easy for them to slip off the board since hank 4 put extra wax on his board.
- sometimes when hank 2 is working on his laptop, he lets hank 0 slam their little hands on the keyboard while he holds them gently, chuckling as hank 0 tries to mimic what their parental figure was doing.
- hank 3 holds hank 0 close for comfort while he studies. whenever hank 0 is in hank 3’s arms, they always fall asleep.
- hank 1 loves talking to hank 0 about extreme sports and how fun they are even if hank 0 can’t communicate properly back. hank 0 just stares at hank with big innocent eyes, laughing sometimes at hank 1 and reaching out to touch his face with their tiny hands. “don’t worry little baby hankaroo! you’ll start sky-diving in no time!” he then gasps as an idea pops into his head “parachutes for babies!!” “hank.😐”
- hank 5 is a velcro parent. he’s the first to run up to hank 0 if they hear a small cry, he’s the first to hold them in the morning, and he’s always the one who insists to put them to bed.
- movie nights are the best! everyone is cuddled up on the couch, hank 0 laying on your chest as you cradle them in your arms. they babbles random baby words, hugging their teddy that wears a ski themed outfit. they eventually fall asleep, you couldn’t help but take pictures of them.
hey everyone! this isnt proof read so if theres any mistakes, im sorry! lol.
the winner takes it all... | date everything x gn!reader
pairing: various x gn!reader
summary: the house became quieter, and the little life you held within you dulled as they moved on with their lives. leaving you to tend your own feelings.
warnings: realized!characters, game ending spoilers, semi-angst, brief mention of abandonment and attachment issues, suggestive comments, friends/lovers not specified, house-poly. grammatical errors, english is not my first language.
a/n: i've read a lot of misunderstandings regarding the game's ending. saying how all of the characters used and left us in the end. i intend to clear that misunderstanding. enjoy!
“Are you sure you'll be okay?”
Spring.
Skylar questions, but in truth, she was uncertain in her Realized form. You have done your job realizing all of your household objects, your bulletin board was filled with their pictures, leaving hers as the last piece of your collage of love.
They have already gone their ways and parted, leaving the house to inspire others in the way you've inspired them in more ways than one. Now, it was her turn to do the same.
“Of course. The house might be less lively but I'll manage.”
The woman who was once your spectacles gazes her eyes to your own, the very part she was allured by you. Your eyes. The very same ones that look at the deepest part of them that were nothing but kind, friendly, and loving.
It was you who gave them purpose, gave them hope and you were also the one who listened, trusted and felt them the most. Your eyes were the ones that made everything for them possible.
“I'm sure you'll make the world a better place, Skylar.”
The world is already a better place because of you.
And to her, your eyes weren't easy to forget.
Parting with Skylar left a sinking feeling within your chest, and you almost felt lost. But the thought of your once household objects became someone they wanted to be left an even deeper feeling, warmth and adoration. You couldn’t thank them enough for keeping up with you all these years.
They were your family, some friends, some lovers, yet you love them all the same. You watched them strive in their own ways and you would always be the first person to know about it. Even if it's through calls, letters, messages or whatnot.
Summer.
Nevertheless, the house feels undeniably empty. There's no one to greet you with their silly yet wholesome antics to catch your attention or come to spend time with you now. Even during the midst of summer. Every corner felt wider, and every object was surprisingly quiet that you can hear a pin drop.
You miss them.
You were uncertain if it's from the feeling that you needed to feel wanted by others in order to function properly, or you just discovered you have the underlying fear of abandonment. Attachment issues could possibly be one of the cards on the table.
You just missed the house being lively. Just like the old days.
However, just as those days passed by in the blink of an eye, your thoughts couldn't help but wander. Wondering what would happen if you decided to keep them as your objects and unintentionally caging them in this birdcage.
Would they still feel content to live with you? Or would they feel entrapped to spend every waking breath with you? Would they deem you as a selfish person if you did? Would they hate you…?
You suddenly felt guilty for thinking that way and shame flooded the pits of your stomach. It was such a selfish thought to think of. It was obvious that they would hate you.
But you loved them too much to keep them. You just couldn't be selfish, not when they have their own dreams to achieve and more emotions to feel on their own accord. You were aware that their emotions and knowledge have its limits, you knew because they served most of their lives as your objects and they were unable to experience the world outside.
You wanted them to experience the real thing. The one thing you couldn't take them away from. Even if it meant you couldn't go out on your own.
In the end, you kept those feelings to yourself.
You got your job back from its limbo state and became the vice president of the human experience in Valdivian. The degree of customer service that you fought and studied so hard for, served its purpose. After a couple of months in the company, you started to advocate for human employment against the technology after almost being replaced by one. AI.
You strived on your own with the passion of your found-family fueling your veins with the world continuing on alongside you.
Leaving your house wasn't easy, but you did it anyway. You've gone to work and spent some of your time in meetings, or at your cubicle. Maybe you can send a request to work from home, that would be a good idea. Just because you have tasted what it's like to meet a lot of people outside the comforts of your home, doesn't mean your social anxiety dissipates that easily.
It became a little cycle of work, especially Tom, your recent manager, would come by your office. Grabbing some coffee, or handing you papers, he even has the confidence to flirt with you during work hours. Although, you brush it off and be professional about his advances. You became on friendly terms with the muscular hunk despite his flirting.
You pressed on with this new aspect of your life, challenging yourself and seeing how far you've reached.
Autumn.
Despite acknowledging the changes for the better, your work and your role in Valdivian has never been an easier job. Similar to the season that brings the coldness to light. Every time you thought that your work would become so easy, it didn't. At least not yet. It was only a hurdle after another.
Finishing documents kept you awake, important calls left you on the brink of starvation, and meetings exhausted you to no end. You were efficient in your work since you love helping others but it seems to drain you mentally for the past few weeks. It won't stop that easily, nor stop any time soon.
And one individual noticed. Mac.
They applied for a job that matched their technological skills for income to support both of you, even though you’ve made it clear that you don't need the money. The company accepted their application and both you and Mac were ecstatic to hear the news when they hired them as an analyst in the crypto-currency industry.
It was all because of your support. They even gawked at your efforts when you decided to expand the office closet for Mac to work in. It was a perfect working space for their wheelchair and the privacy they need, the shadows and the darkness altogether. You just moved the remnants from that lonely place to other available closets. You knew Dorian would be proud.
All was well, Mac thought. You even installed a stair lift for them and they have never felt more seen. Both of you enjoyed your meals together while you both took turns, though it was you who cooked often. Sleeping in the same bed and waking up in each other’s arms. And even taking a bath or a shower together.
However, despite your efforts, Mac noticed that you were being swept by work everyday. They admit their work can be time-consuming and busy as they type in codes or whatnot. But you were even busier than them. To the point you skipped your meals.
“Oh, I'll have to take this call real quick. It might be about the presentation tomorrow. Be right back.”
“Sorry, Mac. I have to run. There's another deadline that came up. Do you want anything that I could get you from the store?”
And then another, then another. Repeat.
You've been burying yourself with work in the past few weeks, deadlines, meetings, emergency calls and whatsoever. It was like a rabbit hole for you to sink through. You go to work every morning with your eyes hollow from the lack of sleep and come back home even more exhausted.
You already missed a reasonable amount of calls from the others who were still updating you even in the tiniest bit. Unread letters, packages that were left unopened, both filling your mailbox entirely. And someone could swim in them any time.
All of them, including Mac, knew that you love helping others until it would reach to a point that you become someone to please others. And also deep down, they knew you missed being wanted, being with all of them. Now, it explains why you were so engrossed at your work.
That's also why Mac immediately contacted their office buddies.
It was another one of those evenings where you got off from work. But this specific night was different and Mac made sure for it to be. They contacted the others, mainly the office residents, to have a fun game night. Of course, Chance and Parker were the experts so they were willing to come.
Jerry and Penelope also came. As for Dasha, they weren't entirely sure due to her busy schedule but she says she'll come straight away after work. All of the food preparations are done, pre-ordered obviously but what can they say? All of them probably can't cook.
“Are the games ready? We have to make this as efficient as possible.” The curly-haired female demanded in a frantic voice. She clearly wants this to be a success. Just for you.
Jerry sweat-dropped. “You've already asked us that a couple of times now.” He couldn't always keep up with Penelope's intensity as she eyed the office desk filled with items of what could be G&G instead of your computer.
Meanwhile, on the other side of your office were Chance and Parker, both in their usual banter. Parker kept being persistent in what games to play, and Chance almost had enough of it.
“We should play… this! Or this? They sure would like… this!”
“Dude. We already agreed on what to play.” Chance sighs. “We’ll resort to your games after we're done with the oneshot.”
“Alright, fine!” The latter groans.
“Hey, I think they're here!” Mac chimed in when all of them fell silent when they heard the front door open. Parker, as enthusiastic as he is, immediately rushed out of the office followed by everyone.
But what they didn't expect was a loud gasp from the game-board addict as they were greeted by a shocking sight. You came home dishevelled and were barely unconscious in the arms of a muscular and dark-skinned hunk, wearing what could be a Valdivian I.D.
The unknown individual was rather surprised to see them, yet unfazed by their shocked expressions.
“Hey, there! I didn't expect anyone in their house at this hour!”
“Who are you, himbo?!” Parker was quick to exclaim.
Penelope wasn't having it either. “A better question… What are you doing with them, huh?”
“I'm Tom! [name]’s recent manager! Nice to meetcha’!” The recent manager seems clueless at the protective gaze being sent his way. He doesn't seem bothered by it. “I take it you guys are…?”
“We're their family.” Mac slightly narrowed their eyes at the man. Guarded by any means necessary while your coworker was still holding you.
When they were objects, they wouldn't be as jealous easily whenever you interact with the other objects around the house. Some already have flings with each other and some treat you as their third or whatever.
But it truly bothered them to see you with another, especially outside the house, to be intimate with. Even though it wasn't your intention to be. Tom looked like he was, though, his hand gripping your waist to steady you with your arm around his neck.
“What happened to them exactly?” Jerry timidly asks.
“Oh, this little champ right here? They took the whole team out for drinks since their first proposal was a success.” Tom shrugged and they were a bit surprised at how far you've already come with your efforts. Despite losing a small bit of yourself.
“I've come to take them home because they're wasted. Should I bring them upstairs or…?”
Chance shook his head. “That's alright. I'll take them.”
Tom handed you in Chance's arms with no question. A few gibberish noise left you when Chance lifted you by the back of your knees and back. You're exhausted and slurred. Your coworker eventually left with the reassurance that you can come to work late for 15 minutes tomorrow.
Chance carried you to bed with the help of others. Cue, Parker's distraught mumbling of you being a ‘cheater’ while poor Jerry was trying to ease both Parker and Penelope's paranoia. This was supposed to be a fun night to let some exhaustion off, but it seems Mac miscalculated.
They played a few board games when Dasha arrived and parted again for the night for work tomorrow.
But it was evident that one certain thing was bothering you.
Winter.
It's been months since autumn, and that particular day. Waking up by Mac's side in the bed and hungover to the bone. They really helped you from your internal loneliness or selfishness and motivated you to enjoy the things you love.
Whether it would be during your hardships or not, they really helped you a lot. You seem quite content with yourself now. Even work felt lighter during these past few months despite constantly following your routine.
As if the storm passed, a storm one of many.
Work hours already ended, and you were amongst the people who walked along the sidewalk to home. Snow piled against every crevice in the city as cars carefully drove by you to seek warmth of their homes.
Evenings were always cold whenever you walked home, hugging your coat and suitcase close to you. Yearning for warmth to cover your shivering neck.
You couldn't help but wonder. You always feel uncannily safe during winter while walking. It didn't just happen once. There’s always someone walking along with you, an unnoticed presence trailing your every move.
That's when you halted your feet midway and pondered for a bit.
“Jon?” You didn't move nor turn around as you heard footsteps of a stealthy individual right behind you. As if they stepped from the shadows.
“I'm not surprised when you know it's me.”
You softly snickered. “You're once my candelabra and it takes a dedicated homeowner to know the objects around the house.”
His voice paused for a moment. “Good point.”
You shook your head with a light atmosphere between you and continued your walk home. But this time, you were accompanied by the mysterious man behind you. Following you in the shadows and you don't dare to look behind you. The tension is both unwavering.
“So you've been following me around, huh?” You stared ahead, hearing the soles of your feet crunch the snow below. It was cold for a quite while, until your shoulders were enveloped by a warm fabric. A scarf. A red scarf gifted by Jon Wick himself.
“I was just passing by. To see how you're doing.” His voice drew close when he tucked the scarf around your neck, and you heard him step back again.
“That's… sweet.” A smile stretched your lips. “I had my ups and downs with my work if that's not obvious. I take it you're doing well with yours?”
There was a sigh. “If you're going to suggest that I adopt a dog again, you know my response never changes.”
“Oh, come on… You never know for sure whether you like them or not!” You let out a snort, imagining him facepalm behind you.
“[name]...” Jon's voice trailed off in exasperation and you took it as a sign to stop.
“Alright, I don't want to pressure you.” You backed off but your next words caused him to let out a sigh. “I'll just have to try next time.”
Silence, and then… “Fine. Maybe I'll consider it."
That was enough. You cheered to yourself when the man finally gave in through your persuasion. Meanwhile, Jon Wick could only roll his eyes as he kept watch on your back at a safe distance.
Eventually, you both arrived at the bottom porch of your house. A sigh of relief escapes you, and you express your gratitude at the man who you still didn't lay your eyes on to satisfy his secrecy. You walked up to the stairs of your porch but halted when an idea came to mind.
“Would you like to come in?” It was an innocent invitation to have him as a guest, but he didn't take it lightly and snickers under his breath.
“As tempting as it is to release some steam with you…” Cue a flush of red growing from the skin of your neck when you realized. “But I'm sure there's a better surprise waiting for you inside. You might want to take a look.”
“Huh..?” Confused, you turned around to face him for an answer but he was gone. There were no traces of his presence anywhere on the front lawn, as if no one stood in it other than you.
You think back to the words he said and glanced at your front door, as your heartbeat suddenly drummed in anticipation. It somehow felt odd to watch the lights inside gleam, it was tempting you with a welcoming presence.
Your keys jingled and you entered.
“Look who's back. Welcome home, love.”
You stared at the familiar bouncer standing beside the doorway with a look of surprise on your face. He stood guard like never before and he sent you a questioning brow because of the dumbfounded expression.
“Surprised?” You nodded at him as you couldn't find the right words to say, and this caused Dorian to snicker.
“D-davi!”
You heard a distressed call and a strong force crashed to your legs, causing you to tumble backward. The floorboards met your bottom as you couldn't comprehend what happened when something wet tickled your cheeks.
“Davi..?” Giggles bubbled out of you when the dog's tongue smothered you with sweet kisses. Mateo watched the view, smiling when you're back from work. Dorian helped you up and you didn't waste anytime as you immediately embraced them one-by-one.
“Matito? What's going on? The house looks lively.” You were right, it does.
You didn't even notice the joyful chatter that bounced off the walls, footsteps echoing from the ceiling, including the cluttering and sizzling in the kitchen that implies someone was cooking... until now.
“We're here to celebrate the holidays with you!” Mateo exclaims and there was a look of shock flashed over your face again. The house did feel heavy, and now you knew it was because of your visitors.
“Mateo? Is [name] back?” You glanced behind Mateo and two lovely women that were once your ceiling and floor appeared. They look perfect with each other, hand in hand.
“Celia, Florence..!” You happily greet the couple in a hug and both squeezed you right back. The two of them were ecstatic to meet you. Mateo chuckled and exited the scene to give you a moment with them but not before taking your suitcase and scarf upstairs.
“Hello, dear. We're so delighted to see you.” Greeted by elegance herself.
The bubbly woman agrees. “I hope you don't mind celebrating with us and for coming by so suddenly!”
“I don't mind at all! It’s just so sudden…!” You sheepishly scratched the back of your neck until something dawned on you. “Oh, gosh… This didn't disturb your work, right?”
“Calm yourself, dear. It's the holidays, and we like to celebrate our first with you. That's all.” Said Celia, and you smiled sweetly. But then, she was deep in thought. “Actually, it was Mac who invited all of us.”
You were surprised. “They did?”
“They would like to propose something.” Celia said and the look in her eyes already told you that they knew what it was about. “They already talked to us about it. However, it needed your approval.”
You hummed in wonder. “I see… shall we go then?”
“I'll go and find them!” Florence exclaims. “Meet us in your office after a few minutes. You can still go ahead and meet the others.”
Celia nods, quite delighted. “She's right, and you don't need to worry about anything since we already handled the task assignments. Most of them are outside to watch Washford and Drysdale perform in the backyard. It eases the weight around the house.”
You chuckled at Celia's comment before they parted ways to look for Mac in this crowded house. It was somewhat a relief that most of them were in the backyard, you couldn't bear to think the house falling apart if all hundred of them were to actually stand inside.
Celia was right, you don't have to worry about anything when they already did the job quite perfectly. Holly was in charge of the decorations, with the help of strong individuals that could carry her on their shoulder or tall ones that could reach the ceiling.
Stefan and most of the kitchen crew were doing kitchen duty, cooking and making enough beverages for everyone. The dining room was filled with it and you could only hope there were tables in the backyard for everyone to dine together.
Everyone greeted you with wide arms and tight hugs. While some planted kisses onto your face. You were left flustered with their gestures and it felt too good to be true. Roaming around the ground floor, you wanted to know if there's anything to do or help. But they reassured you that they'll handle the rest, much to your dismay.
You went upstairs and you immediately noticed your bedroom door closed but the laughter and talking was clearly heard. The voices contain most of the bedroom crew along with the bathroom crew, talking. Sharing all of the fun experiences they had after finding their paths.
Pride swelled within you when they successfully achieved the things where their own path takes them. They were happy and content despite their own struggles. They were just human with dreams after all.
You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you were certainly engrossed hearing the travels they all made. Some stories were heavily challenging while some of them were delightful as it sounds. Now you find yourself eavesdropping, as you were too engrossed hearing them so happy, you didn't realize you were in the first place.
Your heart ached for some reason, and you didn’t know why. It was thrilling to hear their adventures, how they strived and chose their own paths. But a thought crept from the back of your mind. You should be happy and yet you feel easily discarded. Too easy to earn your trust, too easy to leave.
No, thinking like this felt so wrong. You thought you'd moved on but clearly you weren't. The feeling of abandonment tightened around your chest, fear returned within you. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't speak.
You hastily turned around to leave.
“If it wasn't for [name], I wouldn't be where I am now.”
Those words made you freeze. You recognized Betty's comforting voice and to your surprise, the others inside followed afterwards. The room was filled with nothing but their exclaims of gratitude. Laughter and chatter ensues in the room. Unbeknownst to them, you heard it all.
They expressed the way you helped them all. It started from your approach for the first time, and you have helped them a lot ever since. It was you who motivated them, it was you who believed in them. It was you who wouldn't dare to give up on them. Always has been.
You were the reason why they became from something to someone.
Through Skylar's words: you've brought a whole lot of love in this world.
Your love brought them.
Your throat felt like it had tightened itself. You then caressed your temple in hopes to calm you down. It slightly did. Hearing those words coming out of them was nothing but overwhelming. Now you feel guilty. For them and for Mac who did everything they could.
You didn't even realize your feet walking to who knows where as your hand caressed your head. Until you bumped into someone. The sensation by how your skin jumped snapped you out of it. Finding yourself staring at Volt, and then Eddie who held a tool by the breaker box.
“Are you alright, live wire?” Volt asks out of concern. It looked like you were out of breath, or had seen something you weren't supposed to.
“Yeah. You look out of it.” Now, it was Eddie. Closing the panels shut and he settled one of the tools down before inspecting your face. The both of them suspected something was up.
“Uhm. Fine…” You shakily exhaled, raking your hair back. “I'm fine…”
Eddie didn't seem convinced. “You don't seem like it.”
“Come here and give us a hug, yes?” Volt spreads his arms as wide to invite you in and you don't hesitate. You did as you were told. Your arms found its way to wrap around Volt's back and buried your head on his chest. It didn't take long when another warmth caressed your side. Eddie.
You savored the hug, even for a moment. Although, it didn't last long when you eventually let go. Missing the way Volt’s face fell when the hug was so surprisingly quick. You weren't always one to let go first and hugging is one of the things you love to do.
“Now, what's going on with that pretty head of yours. Hm?” Volt asked and you shrugged like there was nothing. At least you convinced yourself that it was.
You shook your head with your voice hushed. “The house became quieter than I thought it should've after you guys left."
“I hope you realize that you're not that easy to forget, live wire.” Eddie sighs, and you feel conflicted whether it was to offend you or the opposite.
Volt reassured you the opposite. “He's right. Because of your love and your determination, we wouldn't be where we are if it wasn't for the faith you've given us.”
“I guess what I meant to say was...” Eddie trailed off where a noticeable red flushed his neck. His gaze stilled at yours. “Thank you.”
It was a small gesture, but it did reassure you in many ways. A smile made its way to your lips. You didn't say anything and just pulled them both in an embrace. It was longer than before and it was already enough for the three of you before you simultaneously let go.
“It's been great seeing you guys, really.” A lilt of relief entered your tone as Volt held you by the waist, grinning widely.
“As do we, to you, live wire.” He says. With that, you found your face being smothered by their lips so intimately that others might mistake it as a very sexual gesture. It was far more than that. It was comfortable, reassuring.
You laugh. “We'll catch up later. I still need to see Celia about something.”
“Sure.” Eddie nods and pecks a kiss onto your cheek. “Just find us right after your business. We'll be around.”
You absentmindedly kissed each of their cheeks back and deliberately went downstairs feeling a lot lighter than before. Whatever Mac and Celia wants to talk about, you hope everything will be fine. You trudged to your office to meet with them.
“House Homie!”
You were greeted in your office by five men that immediately tackled you in a group hug, squishing you in the middle. The Hanks look as radical as ever and you almost couldn't breathe if it wasn't for Celia demanding them to let you go. These men had so much energy, she couldn't keep up.
She sighs. “The gentlemen have something important to tell you in regards to the house–”
“We’re staying with you!” The Hanks cuts her off. They couldn't contain any excitement and immediately jumped on you in joy. You couldn't process the news when strong hands engulfed you again like a bunch of puppies. They were everywhere, even Hank #4 was clinging onto your leg while Hank #2 had his arms around your waist.
“Wait, really…?” Your voice came out as muffled when a mop of ginger hair amplified your voice. But there was a hint of shakiness to it. You were really surprised.
“Uh, yeah!”
“Imagine going on adventures with you! Pretty rad!”
“Everyday with you will be nothing but fun!”
“And by fun… we mean it, hot stuff.”
“Alright. Thank you, boys.” Celia sighs out of exasperation once more. “You will be excused. You can bother them later."
This time, the five men listened and exited the room as she wished. Closing the door, there was a sigh from Florence and Celia, and you could only give them apologetic looks before Mac chimed in the conversation. They looked rather somber, and their eyes drooped more than normal.
“I know we haven't been interfacing due to my work, and I would like to apologize–”
“Mac.” You call out to them sternly, guilt washing over you. “You don't have to apologize. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for being stupid and treating you so unfairly.”
You approached them, your conscience gnawing at you relentlessly while it reminded you of your nuisances. The air became slightly tense as you went quiet. You didn't even realize that you took their hand over yours. A squeeze from them helped you slightly calm down.
“I was being selfish. Thinking that every single one of you will forget me. It's… terrifying. Even the thought of you all abandoning me, all alone, it's unbearable."
Your voice lowered a volume as you felt your throat tightening.
"I know this doesn't excuse my behavior. I don't want you to feel like you aren't enough, you are. You really are. I'm sorry..."
The three of them fell silent. Your confession caught them by surprise. The office felt tense and weren't sure if it's you or the room itself, but you certainly felt it spinning. You wouldn't dare say a word after your spiral and your head hung itself low to avoid seeing their faces. They could be judging you, and finding you pathetic.
However, despite no words were exchanged, it didn't happen.
Instead, Celia and Florence looped their arms around you, comforting you with nothing but reassurance and the warmth of their presence. In the middle of the silence, you felt loved, treasured. As if words were exchanged into embrace, burying you in it. Then you felt Mac's thumb caress the back of your palm, soothing your thoughts.
Celia leaned her head to your shoulder. "My dearest, we would never forget nor abandon you. You're too important to all of us."
"She's right. We love you all the same, before and after." Florence patted your cheek so soft that she and Celia hugged you again.
You haven't counted the hugs you've received today, and you were certain it was more than usual. But you aren't complaining. You love every single one of it.
“This proposal I am about to make… Would you like to hear about it?” Once the hug ended, Mac immediately went straight to the point. They seemed a bit happier than earlier. The couple soon lets go and yet their warmth lingering.
You nod at them. “Of course.”
You braced yourself for literally anything and yet you didn't expect for them to take out a large blue sheet with white lines printed on it. Florence helped them settle the sheet on your desk, rolling it as widely as it could. The large print was obviously familiar.
“This is… the house's blueprint.” Your voice was laced with uncertainty, you were rather confused as to why they have this.
Celia nods. “Mac proposed that we should expand the house for more rooms."
"Not only for the Hanks, but for others who wanted to stay.” Florence finishes.
You looked at the couple with another wave of shock flashing through your eyes, and your heart immediately swelled. It caused you to wipe any tears that were threatening to fall. It didn't take long when they started pitching for ideas, including you who suggested some of yours to merge your ideas together and come up with a full-proof plan.
It was doing quite well. And you were excited.
Celia and Florence excused themselves once you all finalized the blueprint. They still wanted to enjoy the celebrations. It leaves you and Mac, enjoying the serene silence as muffled bearings can be heard outside the door. Both of you were quiet for a while, until you heard a faint squeak.
An exhale left Mac's lips, they breathed in. “The identities of future tenants, or roommates, other than the Hanks are still unknown… We could only hope that there would be someone interested.”
“Don't worry. We could always make it as guest bedrooms.” You suggested, turning to reassure them. “I won't be lonely anyways knowing that I have… you.”
Your words felt gratifying, while your lovely smile sent shivers down Mac's spine. You are such a wonderful and kind person, and they love you for that. They just hoped that you would see it for yourself.
To see that a lot of them keeps you as someone important in their lives. They wouldn't dare to leave you.
“Are you sure about this? Won't this disrupt your work?” Your tone, growing anxiously, interrupts their thoughts.
“I made sure that it wouldn't. As long as we keep the bed to ourselves, then I have no objections whatsoever.” A snort escapes them. They didn't mean anything behind it. Mac just wanted to have you all by themself once it was time to go to bed to let their disquietude wash away.
Being in your arms at the end of the day was all they wanted.
You smiled. But Mac with their keen eyes saw through it when a faint smirk played at the corner of your lips. “I'll make sure to pay attention to you later after we're done. I wouldn't want you to feel… neglected.”
If Mac was still a computer now, they would comment how you made their CPU overheat and yet they didn't. Too speechless and rather excited to let words come out. Even their own flirtatious comebacks betrayed them. Mac stays silent, they were glad to finally see this spark in you.
The only thing they can do for now is to accompany you outside to enjoy a lot of activities planned by the others. Where a lot of them will be waiting for you. Even Jean Loo, who will be performing tonight despite being the one taking care of your taxes, and this may be the best time to stop him from doing so before you get carried away.
Everything in the house was planned to your enjoyment, a way to express their own gratitude for being there with them.
Either it was away from you, or not, they will hold your name dearly. Even if it is through the hardships they have to face. You always held them close to your heart as the precious individuals that made your life better, and so as they.
If there was one thing they have taught you: Home is really where the heart is.
And to them, you will always be their home.
a/n: my head is so fried because i was writing this for five days, and words are difficult to form when it comes to writing, for me anyways. it's hard when your english is limited. anyways, scandalabra/jon wick mentioned! my pookie <33
─ multi x gn!reader. drabbles of kissing various objects and getting lipstick all over them.
➴ romantic relationship(s) prestablished, possibly unrealistic &. weirdly characterized, cursing, tooth rotting fluffy-ness me thinks, romantic and possibly suggestive, kissing &. making out, neck marking/kissing, post- or pre- realization idgaf, player is meaning to be gender neutral but wears lipstick for the sake of this writing. do with this what you will, player is hinted to be shorter then hank four, i have no consistent writing style and it lowkey continously changes with each character i write but we ball, seems a little free-use on the hanks part but whatever 💔, I HAVEN'T FINISHED PARKERS LOVE ROUTE YET SPARE ME OF HATE. lowercase intended &. not proofread. inspired by date-eveeything!
THE HANKS!
everything was a blur of lips and giggles. endlessly were you pulled left and right, meeting a new mouth or just part of someone's face each time. it was nice nonetheless, the soft feverish drag of lips on one another, lipstick smeared haphazardly among the six. you kinda forgot how this had even begun, but worrying about something like that instead of the, quite literal, push and pull of intimacy would've been idiotic.
broken out of your thoughts, you felt someone pull you up to their firm chest all the same, eyes catching the sight of those familiarly red curls. a low squeal escaped you even after it all, feeling hank three eagerly kiss you and effectively scrubbing off your lipstick further. hank three surely had it the worse, positively covered in lipstick marks that ran from his forehead down to his neck, and it contrasted beautifully with his ginger hair and flushed, freckled covered cheeks.
you pulled away from the kiss, dazed eyes glancing around, really just taking it all in. you were met with grins, and felt yourself back once more, feeling your head get tilted back and lips meeting theirs like a scene in a romance movie. you can't dwell on it long, giggles muffled into your mouth, and it was a safe assumption that it was hank four.
slowly pulling away from hank fours lips, you blinked multiple times, swallowing built up saliva. you let your head tilt back into place, back still pressed up against hank fours chest, and you found your head reeling for thoughts.
"breathless already?" you heard hank three question teasingly, and you could only jump as hank one suddenly slid infront of you. you suddenly became aware of how your breath was shallow, yet quick, and how your heart was beating loudly in your ears. your cheeks felt unbearably warm.
you were about to answer, though felt hank one stopping you with his mouth. you sighed lowly, hank fours hands drifting to your hips and keeping you in place gently, and you couldn't help but lean back into his comfortable embrace, prompting hank one to lean forward as to keep the kiss going.
your hands reached up, bracing themselves against hank ones shirt. they balled up into fists, getting a soft grab at hank ones top. feeling hank one back away, you bit your bottom lip, breathing deeply through your nose.
hank two sheepishly slid over to your side, timid touch reaching your chin and tilting your head over to where he was. your lips connected with his easily, and you let your bruised bottom lip free from your teeth.
you tensed just barely, feeling someone's, surely lipstick-covered, nose prod at your neck. you eased quickly, feeling soft pecks pressed against the skin, and you get just a small glimpse of light brown skin; hank five. it was a little ticklish, but naturally nice feeling. it was abruptly broken, the soft romance of his little kisses paired with sudden bites against somewhere near your jugular, and there was no mistake it was hank three.
the night was sure to end with your lipstick completely transferred onto the other five, lips puffy and used, and neck filled with markings that would've taken days to ridden of, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
MAC!
infront of you was such a gorgeous sight. mac was covered in lipstick marks, looking hazy with eyes filled with love, pupils almost carved into hearts. they smiled sweetly, feeling the comfortable feel of your body ontop of theirs. it was grounding, feeling you cautiously seated upon their lap, kept in their wheelchair that had been locked, assuring it wouldn't move.
"i love you," they murmured quietly, almost mistaken as another sound of wind, but you heard them loud and clear anyways. you return a smile, leaning forward and pressing further kisses upon their burning face, feeling the heat under your lips. sure, they were overheating most definitely, but they would rather die then ruin such an intimate moment with a complaint of how they were burning up. it could wait.
kisses trailed down their face to their soon-to-be-marked neck, letting your lipstick drag against their skin. your actions spoke more than the words you never said, lips brushing against their body being enough said. it was a silent 'i love you', and they basked in the warmth of it, no matter if it wasn't verbal.
they steadily moved their hands to move from your hips to your waist, pulling you closer till it would've been impossible to shift you any more near them no matter how hard they tried. they gave another breathless whisper of confessing their love, surely having been the tenth time they had stated it, and it only made you laugh quietly with adoration. it was admiring how much mac could repeat their words of love over and over, yet could make it feel like it was for the first time again.
moving back up, you let your lips meet theirs, the world outside of the feeling of their lips upon yours forgettable. it was gentle, yet told a million words that could've been spoken poetically, and it was something to relish in. even after it ended, the love it carried felt endless.
"i love you too," you finally respond. it was quick, quiet, but cute. mac sighs dreamily, leaning forward and resting their forehead onto your shoulder, letting the thoughts of them being oh so warm be buried away with how much they loved you.
with a red face and a bright smile, they flutter their eyes closed, wanting to be as close too you as possible, and it worked. curling their arms around your waist completely, your chest pressed against their own, they could've ugly sobbed at how much love you two shared. they were happy to know you were theirs, and they were yours, and maybe that's all that mattered at the end of the day.
PARKER!
parker loved games, and of course it made sense. he loved the games you made up specifically, and especially so when you would play the kissing game with him! he found himself shifting excitedly beneath you, feeling kisses pressed against anywhere you could reach. giddy giggles bubbled in his throat, as if each movement you did was ticklish upon him, and maybe they truly were.
"tickles," he hums, confirming your thoughts and it was as if he could read your head. wouldn't be that crazy for parker to be able to do such a thing, as i mean, cmon. its parker.
you laugh a little, comfortably straddling his hips with your hands shifting up to hold his jaw. you lightly tilt his head up, exposing unmarked skin, and it was quick to be covered in the familiar color of your lipstick. parker helped you a little, lifting his head up further till it was completely lulled back onto the planks. although the floor was unforgiving and rough against his back, your warmth cradled him like a towel would after a cold shower.
he stared up at the roof, feeling your lips make work on his pretty skin. it was nice to kick back every once and a while and let himself go, even if he did occasionally still miss playing a board game despite being literally loved on completely at the moment.
"thanks," he sighs absent-mindedly. he, himself, wasn't sure what he was thankful for, but nonetheless it was said, and he didn't dull on it for to long feeling your lips press right over where his heart would be underneath his clothing. you felt the beats slowly spike under your mouth, insinuating parker was flustered, and it made you just let out another laugh, though this one softer, kinder. it lingered there, if not just for a moment, before you unfortunately pulled away, admiring the work of art below you.
he pouted slightly, your lipstick staining his clothing, but it vanished quickly as you pressed a chaste kiss on his mouth. he couldn't stay mad for to long, and you knew that very well. nevertheless, you gave a little apology, a hefty amount of playfulness in your tone expectantly.
"its fine, lucky charm." he sat up slightly, expecting the game to be over, before he felt himself be gently pressed down by your hand that rested front and center on his chest. he blinked, looking at you before feeling your lips against his own, hearing a small murmur that you weren't done yet, and he couldn't believe how much his face reddened, eagerly reciprocating the kiss afterwards.
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