#I mean I did draw but it felt like nothing.. Some people are fast enough to draw/create something & I barely put out sht. I need to improve

[bloombird]

Sometimes I wonder what that feeling is

Feeling like you're supposed to have fun but you're on limited time so you plan on what to do (drawing that specific wip, watch that episode, etc.) and then you ended up getting distracted and do something else instead of what you're supposed to plan on doing before the time is up

It felt exhausting and frustrating. I feel the need to finish the things that I plan on doing before vacation ends. I have all the free time and yet I feel like I wasted it all.

Is this burn out?

#bird rants #just something on my mind lately #i really need to stop myself from getting distracted and just do it #i have a lot of things to show and yet.. very few was shown #I mean I did draw but it felt like nothing.. Some people are fast enough to draw/create something & I barely put out sht. I need to improve

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Ok so I have had the self imposed misfortune of witnessing some of the "very missed the mark" takes on Nine or just the show's character portrayal in general and, how can someone be...so mISGUIDED. OUGH!!(snapcube sonic 06 voice)

I do realize that no one with these opinions is probably gonna read this (I mean. I am the Nine The Fox blog basically, what are you doing here if you hate the guy) and also won't change their minds but, I don't care. I'm not making this for those people, I just enjoy writing about this guy and been given the prompts to do so. You may enjoy my uncontrolled ~1,500 words long midnight rambling (yea that's like, a whole one-shot what the fucck)

I should wait until morning to edit this before posting but I just need this out there now I cannot argue with a tired self

> So as I've come to find out, people hate Nine because

A) no drip (he's 8, leave him alone <-summary of this whole end of year middle school essay btw)

B) for "betraying Sonic"

And C) for "being a selfish asshat" (paraphrased from one of the tweets I've read)

> Point A, is one that I agree on just cuz I can. But I find him.much easier to draw than Tails so there's that his overall drip I'd say is 6.3/10 (I do not need to bother with the leg placement just draw the pants!! Three rectangles for the base of the body wohoo) And as said, he is a child. Show me the clothes your 8 year old self was wearing and than we can talk.

As for actual character design aspect (which is something I know nothing about so I'm definitely an authority on this subject /lh sarcasm) I think it conveys the basics of him being a moraly gray character by being literaly dressed in gray. His gloves are black and white with his shirt having small splashes of yellow god damn it. He's not nice or a selfless hero type but also not rotten to the core

> moving onto point B because I really do not want to embarass myself by not knowing caharcter design color theory 101. 🅱️oy oh boy I find it so goddamn silly the more I think about it because Nine is literaly the only character from the entire shatterverse cast that has not used or deceived Sonic once for his personal gain.

All of the characters used Sonic to some extent (exept for Nine, my perfect little guy). The resistance tried to recruit Sonic because he's "fast strong and hates the egg", but they did so out of desperation to save their city. Thron used him to get the shard to "protect the jungle" and Prim sent him after Thorn because she probably didn't enjoy starving to death.

But than you have a certain other character that yall conveniently forgotten about, you know, the one that actually in 4k got caught and displayed openly on screen betraying (using the actual definitionnof the word) Sonic because of nothing but pure selfish greed, and for some reason got away with it.

Dread? The one who figuratively spat in Sonic's face just to get the blue shard for no other reason other than having it in his possesion? He had absolutely no quams about throwing his own crew under the bus (or water ig) lie and manipulate them, death threat and blame them for any of his own mistakes and than abandon them when it was the most convenient for him. (How in the ever loving green hill forest did all of this selfishness get redirected at Nine I cannot—)

Nine did not ever betray Sonic for any reason, actually. Instead, he was the only one to genuinely compliment him (even if not to his face or even in his presence but it was said out loud anyway) and If anything, he made constant little sacrifices in the hopes that once Sonic is done playing around a hero they could finally chill at the Grim.

Nine genuinely admired him (were that opinion stands as of the first teaser of the third season is probably not as high as it used to but it still might be burried under all that percieved betrayal) and felt the affection given was genuine as well. He cared enough about Sonic to offer him a place in his own paradise in making ffs, he also cared anough to leave him to the decision whether he wanted to stay or not (until his better judgement got a bit clouded with all the sudden love Sonic kept throwing his way but more on that later)

So no. I have literally no clue how y'all arived at the conclusion that Nine was only using Sonic for- what exactly? To steal the shards? I guess? But that was never his end goal. Sure he needs at the very least one from the Grim but it was Sonic that wanted the rocks in the firts place, and Nine merely helped him get them. He willingly played prisoner so that they could snatch all the shards at once together likenwhsghsgd how do y'all act as if the finale of the second season was some sort of Nine's evil Master Plan to make Sonic cry huh.

And I've been going on for two and a half hours and should probably sleep so point C) Here's where the gray part of his character comes in again because for people who's only expectation for such characters is that they commit crimes but are hot, when that is not the case it becomes a struggle to comprehend an actually moraly ambiguous character that isn't a generaly nice person that cannot be sexualized (because he's eight goddamn years old)

I mean, he is a complete selfish asshole for abandoning the rebels that weren't even there for him to begin with, seeing as Renegade went on attack before Nine himself stopped him. And he is also an irredeemable monster because he didn't care about finishing a fight in a city that he later and multiple times over made abundantly clear he doesn't care about, obviously, the most selfcentered ass there is. /sarc

I guess those weren't the nicest things he could've done but it were definitely the most logical ones from his perspective.

Was it selfish? Yea, and kinda sorta no? Most of his actions in the show were taken because of or for Sonic, in blind faith maybe, but by definition it's not selfishness if you're considerate of another person's interests and feelings

And the fact he took the shards at the end of season two is a completely different story

Just ough, putting one's self in Nine's perspective. Your whole short life, that also just so happened to be in a tyrannically ruled and industrial hellhole, you've been both physically and emotionally tormented and ostracized for being Different, to which you learn that lashing out and then self-isolating is the best defense you can fall back on. Some time passes and a random blue guy breaks into your house, calls you a slur, talks the most out of pocket shit youve heard but for some reason is also the first person to treat you nicely (+saved you from certain death).

Then one thing lead to another, you end up discovering a void and in it an entire empty universe; a plain desolate desert, but to you and the brand new powers in your possesion, it's a blank slate, new start, a safe heaven you fantasized about since you could remember. All the room and power to create anything that your broken child heart could desire, the wildest shit you could think of, whatever you want, you could make it happen, never having to look back ever again. And for an even better change of pace, maybe even have your first friend around as well. It almost doesn't feel real, but it is.

But uh ohs that very tangible fantasy is threatened(was it real after all? Were you?), suddenly you could loose all of it and be miserable again and by god do you not want it to happen, will you not let that happen, will you snap and bite an anything anyone daring to pose a threat to it. Even if it's that suposed friend that served as a catalyst to all of this.

And wanting to defent the little solace you've finnaly found is somehow.. a betrayal on Nine's part.

And I could do a whole another book on Sonic and Shadow's perspective but it's way too late and I have school in three hours so adios

#sonic prime #if none of of what Ive written here is coherent or makes sense know Ive been at this for two and half hours since midnight #is not healthy I know but I do not choose when I think about my guy #it is calle brainworms all night long so #ough I fear this all sounds way too pasisve agressive #inhope it doesnt #im trying to be silly about other ppl not liking my blorbobingus #seriouslybthis isnt a lecture of ment to call someone out I just hat lots of Thougts compiled over the months #and finally managed to write it all out #how well it holds together ill xheck tomorrow #not me writing half a book about a single talking cartoon animal this is sinsane #miles nine prower #nine the fox #sonic the hedghog #prime sonic #knuckles the dread #silly brainworms #lots and kots of worms jfc-

[errorryx]

the lamb & the knife

read on ao3 | limited life, pearl & cleo, 1.8k words

a gratuitous fanon interpretation of cleo and pearl's sixth episodes based on this post, because i was feeling silly. cleo summons a war goddess for revenge purposes, and pearl isn't willing to sacrifice her cat.

warning for brief gory/visceral descriptions (i put the zombie in zombiecleo)

“Just a heads-up,” Cleo called across the small canyon between their bases. “Tonight I’m going to summon the goddess of war to my service.”

Pearl had been watching them approach from the top of her hastily-constructed stone wall. She’d never heard of a goddess of war, but it might explain the war paint Cleo had been sporting the last few days. “What does that mean, exactly?” she asked.

“Oh,” Cleo said, tilting their head. “You don’t know?”

“No, I don’t.” It felt like a trap, but as usual, Pearl’s curiosity got the better of her. She hopped down from the wall, ignoring the pain of impact in her soles as she climbed up the tiny gorge. “Can you tell me about it?”

Cleo grinned sharply, like she’d won something. “It’s very simple,” she said. “At moonhigh, I’ll call on the goddess of war to take over my body and enact my revenge. I’m going to draw a circle, make an offering, and win her favor.”

“Right,” Pearl said, as if this was all very normal. Maybe it was. Maybe she’d been out of the loop this whole time, while people had been summoning goddesses left and right under her nose. “What kind of offering are we talking about here?”

Cleo barked a laugh, making Pearl scowl. “If you’re thinking of trying it for yourself, Pearl, I doubt you have the sort of thing she’s looking for.”

“Which is?” Pearl pressed.

“Spoils,” Cleo said. “Yours or another’s.”

Spoils. Pearl frowned. “How am I supposed to get spoils in a game where people don’t drop their stuff when they die?”

“Oh, not that kind of spoils,” Cleo said dismissively. She rested her hand against the awful crevice in her side, then began to slide her fingers in. Pearl quickly looked away. “This is exactly what I mean. If you can’t even look at what I’m trying to show you, you don’t have much hope of obtaining a war goddess’s favor, now, do you?”

“Did you already forget who won last time?” Pearl asked. “I’m not sure why you think a war goddess would give you the time of day when I’m here. How many people have you killed again?”

Now it was Cleo’s turn to scowl. “We’ll just have to see who’s got the better offering, won’t we?”

Pearl lifted her chin. “I guess we will.”

“Between you and me…” Cleo took a step back, still clutching her side, and slowly began to draw something out from within—some kind of awful blackened tube, smelling strongly of rot and mildew. Pearl nearly gagged when she finally figured out what it was, but she pressed her lips together and held her breath instead. “I think I’ve got the upper hand,” Cleo said. “That’s what a goddess craves, you know. Carnage.”

She turned on her heel and walked back to the clock tower, her own entrails dangling in the dust behind her.

Pearl made a sputtering, disgusted noise, scrambling back to her tower. If Cleo was going to make an offering to a goddess, she’d just have to beat her to the punch.

She ran down the stairs of her strip mine, pausing at the spot that led to the ravine where she’d killed Jury—Judge Jury—whatever stupid name Jimmy had given the frog. She didn’t remember. All she remembered was watching the poor stupid creature fall to its death when she’d kicked the ground out from under it. She hopped down to the floor of the ravine, digging around in the rubble until she found—

Nothing. The frog was nothing but dust. Bodies rotted so fast in these games, she doubted she’d be able to use anything from another player, not unless she happened to kill them right in the center of her circle and do the ritual immediately after. Or maybe she could do it while they were still alive, but she’d have to find something that would sit in her circle long enough to make it work.

Pearl grimaced. She knew exactly what she could get to sit in the center of her circle and not move, but she didn’t like it. She went back upstairs to draw her circle, making it as even and symmetrical as possible, then starting on the inside. Summoning circles were meant to have five-pointed stars inside them, weren’t they? She started on the first point of the star, dragging her stick of chalk almost all the way to the center, before realizing she needed a reference point in the middle. She drew a tiny circle and connected the edges of her first point, then started on the other four.

Once she was finished, Pearl set down her chalk, dusted off her hands, and looked over at her unsuspecting cat, who watched silently from across the room. “Pspsps, Froggy,” she called quietly, “come here, baby.” Froggy’s head perked up, and she delicately rose to her feet and trotted right over to Pearl’s side, curling up in a ball at her feet. “That’s right,” Pearl told her adoringly. “Such a good kitty.”

Froggy gave a gentle purr and closed her eyes. Pearl scratched gently at her kitten’s ears and under her chin, watching Froggy’s breathing gradually slow into sleep.

Pearl sat back with a sigh. It would be a simple task to nudge Froggy into the circle, but she still couldn't bring herself to sacrifice her cat. Besides, there was a decent chance that she’d done something wrong, or that Cleo had made the whole thing up just to mess with her. She got to her feet, letting Froggy rest. “Goddess, if you’re listening,” she said, “could I get some kind of sign that I’m doing this correctly? Anything, really.”

She took a look at her circle. From this angle, her improvised pentagram didn’t look much like a star after all. With the smaller circle in the middle, it more closely resembled a flower with five pointy petals.

Maybe it was a sign from the heavens, or maybe it was just her habit of lunacy when the moon was high, but Pearl was struck by sudden inspiration. She climbed up the ladder to the chest room.

BigB was sound asleep on the floor above her, and Pearl could just barely hear his quiet snoring. She tiptoed over to one of the chests and lifted the lid as slowly as she could so as not to disturb him. For a moment she contemplated drawing a second circle, right around BigB’s bed, but she decided against it. Maybe as a last resort.

She only found three flowers in the chests: a poppy, a rose bush, and a lilac. If she were a goddess, Pearl didn’t think she’d be very impressed. Since there were five points to her star, she grabbed a couple dark oak saplings to complete the set. Somehow it just felt right.

By the time she returned to the ground floor, she’d developed a recurring yawn and her eyelids were growing heavy. Pearl never seemed to get enough sleep in these games, and this time was no exception. She knelt down in the center of the circle and arranged the flowers and saplings, one at each point of the star, leaving a space for herself in the center without really thinking. With a shrug, she lay down and stretched out across the stone and gravel floor.

If the goddess wasn’t impressed by the flowers, maybe she’d be impressed by Pearl offering not just some useless internal organ, but all of herself.

Or maybe it would just get her killed. Pearl didn’t know what to expect, but either way, she’d made her peace with it. She was much too tired to stay awake until moonhigh, but she hoped the goddess would accept her offering anyway.

She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

—

“Cleo.”

Cleo grinned, looking up from where she knelt in front of her meticulously-drawn summoning circle. “Hi, Gem.”

“Cleo, what is wrong with you?” Gem stood in the center of the circle, the partially-decomposed intestine dangling from her pinky finger. “Why did you give me this? I don’t want this! Couldn’t you have slaughtered a fattened calf or something?”

“It was just to get a rise out of Pearl,” Cleo said. “Who may or may not be attempting her own ritual tonight, so you’d better hurry up and grant me your favor before you get pulled off to her place instead. Knowing her, her offering might be even worse than mine.”

Gem wrinkled her nose. “Alright, you’ve got my favor, then. Who do you want me to kill? Pearl, I’m guessing?”

“Eh.” Cleo shrugged. “Pearl’s not a priority. It’s Etho I really want dead.”

Gem’s eyes lit up and her hoof stomped eagerly against the ground. “Say no more.”

“He’s also my husband,” Cleo warned. “Or ex-husband. It goes back and forth.”

“Horrifying.” Gem stuck out her hand, and Cleo took it, rising to their feet and stepping within the borders of the circle. “You’ve got a sword for me, right?”

“Of course.”

Gem embraced them, folding into them until she disappeared completely. When she next spoke, the words came out of Cleo’s mouth.

“Then I’ll be sure to collect child support,” she said. “One way or another.”

—

BigB woke in the middle of the night from some sort of humming sound downstairs that shook the whole tower. He jumped to his feet, immediately searching for his sword, before looking across the room at Pearl’s bed, empty and untouched.

His shoulders sagged with relief. If Pearl wasn’t asleep yet, it probably meant she was the one making the noise. But he just as quickly tensed up again, because he couldn’t think of anything she might be doing that would cause it. What if she was in danger? “Pearl?” BigB called, beginning to climb down the ladder. “Where are you?”

“Down here,” chirped a voice from below that was definitely not Pearl’s.

When he got to the bottom, BigB turned around to see Pearl standing in the center of a large flower drawn in chalk on the floor, with flowers in her hair and a very peculiar sparkle in her eyes. “Pearl?” he asked hesitantly, backing up a few steps.

“Not quite,” Pearl said, her lips moving in time to the voice that wasn’t hers—a voice that, now that he thought about it, sounded familiar. “Come on now, BigB. Don’t you recognize your queen?”

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if you read this all the way through and enjoyed, please consider reblogging!

#pearlescentmoon #zombiecleo #ldshadowlady #geminitay #bigbst4tz2 #limited life spoilers #tw gore #tw body horror #it's played for a laugh but i'm tagging it anyway to err on the side of caution #my stuff #my writing #lml

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; MIDNIGHTS by Taylor Swift (Part II)

VIGILANTE SHIT

"Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man."

"You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them."

"Sometimes I wonder which one'll be your last lie."

"They say looks can kill and I might try."

"I don't dress for women, I don't dress for men."

"Lately I've been dressin' for revenge."

"I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends."

"Don't get sad, get even."

"She needed cold hard proof, so I gave her some."

"Where you think she got it from?"

"Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride."

"Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife."

"She looks so pretty drivin' in your Benz."

"Ladies always rise above."

"Ladies know what people want."

"The lady simply had enough."

"He was doin' lines and crossin' all of mine."

"Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI."

"On my vigilante shit again."

BEJEWELED

"Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind."

"Didn't notice you walkin' all over my peace of mind."

"Puttin' someone first only works when you're in their top five."

"By the way, I'm goin' out tonight."

"Best believe I'm still bejeweled when I walk in the room."

"I can still make the whole place shimmer."

"Do you have a man?"

"I don't remember."

"Familiarity breeds contempt."

"I polish up real nice."

"Baby boy, I think I've been too good of a girl."

"I think it's time to teach some lessons."

"I made you my world, have you heard?"

"I can reclaim the land."

"I miss sparklin'."

"Sadness became my whole sky."

"You can try to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line."

"What's a girl gonna do? A diamond's gotta shine."

LABYRINTH

"It only hurts this much right now."

"Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out."

"I'll be gettin' over you my whole life."

"Never trust it if it rises fast."

"Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again."

"How'd you turn it right around?"

"Lost in the labyrinth of my mind."

"Break up, break free, break through, break down."

"You would break your back to make me break a smile."

"You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back just like that."

KARMA

"You're talking shit for the hell of it."

"It's coming back around."

"You wouldn't know what I mean."

"Karma is a god."

"Karma's a relaxing thought."

"Aren't you envious that for you it's not sweet like honey?"

"Me and karma vibe like that."

"My pennies made your crown."

"Trick me once, trick me twice."

"Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?"

"Ask me what I learned from all those years."

"Ask me what I earned from all those tears."

"Ask me why so many fade."

"I'm still here."

"Karma is the thunder rattling your ground."

"Karma's gonna track you down."

"Sweet like justice."

"Karma is a queen."

SWEET NOTHING

"They said the end is coming."

"Everyone's up to something."

"I found myself a-running home to your sweet nothings."

"All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing."

"On the way home, I wrote a poem."

"What a mind."

"All that you ever wanted from me was nothing."

"You should be doing more."

"I can't admit that I'm just too soft for all of it."

MASTERMIND

"Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned."

"Checkmate, I couldn't lose."

"What if I told you none of it was accidental?"

"Nothing was gonna stop me."

"Just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in the line."

"What if I told you I'm a mastermind?"

"Now you're minе."

"It was all by design."

"All thе wisest women had to do it this way."

"We were born to be the pawn in every lover's game."

"If you fail to plan, you plan to fail."

"Strategy sets the scene for the tale."

"No one wanted to play with me as a little kid."

"I've been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless."

"This is the first time I've felt the need to confess."

"You knew the entire time?"

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #*mystarters #*midnights

[life-in-the-monster-haus]

Some people have pointed out you can extremely easily pick the lesbian flag out the leaked howleens hair. While this is probably a delightful coincidence I’m wondering how you feel about howleen being the lesbian rep instead of clawdeen? Would it be a nice treat or a cop out?

You super can! Her hair looks like the sunset flag just upside down.

I want GOOD queer rep in Monster High! I want it almost as much as I want diverse body types. I want it so badly. I’ve DUG deep and unearthed some some queer rep crumbs. Zomby Gaga was technically our first Bisexual Doll, Greta Gremlin is technically our first trans doll with Frankie being the second, Neighthan & Valentine we’re both intended and coded to be gay men written by a gay man. But where or… should I say were was our lesbian rep? Garrett proudly declared Clawdeen as a Lesbian and because he was the creator most fans took his word as law… but this didn’t feel like a victory to me, it felt hollow. It bothered me & I couldn’t figure out why, after being called Lesbophobic by a dozen people on Twitter for daring to disagree with Father Monster it hit me! Years prior Garrett was asked outright if he wrote Clawdeen to be a lesbian & he said it was never intended her to be that way but he supports people who see her as gay. NOW fast forward like 2-3 years? Garrett left Mattel, he was not fired he left. Garrett declares Clawdeen as a Lesbian. The timing is important because not only did this come after admitting she was never written to be a lesbian, he said it years after he left Mattel and no longer had any influence on Monster High, Clawdeen was no longer his character. His word now means nothing. This? Was messy and unfair to lesbians who deserve to have good rep! Not just a sloppy afterthought tagged on later. Mattel clearly did not agree & hammered it home in G3 that Clawdeen’s hobby is “flirting with boys” and in the live action movie Deuce is crushing on her and the feeling is mutual. This had to hurt lesbians who see themselves in her and that? Was cruel. (I’m keeping my fingers crossed for Bisexual Clawdeen).

Now! I told you that story to tell you this story: Howleen has never had a canon love interest, she is also 14, these two things are related because in the episode Fierce Crush there is some type of full moon event going on that is making all of the werewolves lovey-dovey. (It’s probably mating season, but this is a kids show.) it's the first full moon of the lunar leap year.

There werewolves are giving their lunas a token of their love, This Crescent Moon High boy gives his ghoul his class ring.

Clawd gives Draculaura his varsity jacket. (someone please draw her absolutely swimming in that jacket pls)

Dee O'Gee gives his luna his... flea collar... how sweet of him...?

and Clawdeen tells Howleen not to fall into that “I gotta get a boyfriend” trap because she is too young. Howleen takes this as great personal offensive & says she’s not in a manner very fitting of someone whose obviously not mature enough to be dating yet. On cue Romulus helps Howleen with her stuck locker & she makes goo goo eyes at him, Clawdeen instantly tries to curb stomp that by gently reminding Howleen that Romulus used to puppy-sit her.

She tells her friend Lothar who...is someone we have never seen before this moment and we will never see again... That she "Really Likes" Romulus. As her friend, he tries to give her good advice and the advice he gives her IS good advice but she messes up and sets Romulus on fire.

But her attempts to impress Romulus are all in vain because apparently he's into.... The Create A Monster Wolf girl!?!?

Sure... Why not?

Anyways Howleen is kinda bummed by this and Lothar comforts her telling her that "If he can't see how furrific you are? then it's his loss"

Which is once again, really good advice. Lothar is pretty wise for someone we've never met before and we will never see again... Pity, we could have used a wise chubby little brother troll doll.

But then oh no! he likes Howleen! but she only see's him as a friend and the episode ends with narration from Frankie that "Romance can be pretty tricky sometimes. For every Monster who wont notice you, There's someone behind you, you're not noticing and someone right behind them" implying this slug girl has a crush on Lothar. WTF she's cute too! give us slug girl little sister doll!

Now NORMALLY I would say this is Howleen expressing an attraction to boys. That's usually my M.O. of ringing that cow bell that she's into boys and that automatically rules out Lesbian but still keeps the door open for her being Sapphic And OH BOY! I’m gonna eat my own words here but part of being being emotionally mature is admitting when your wrong and I don't think this attraction to Romulus is genuine. I think she is just trying to spite Clawdeen which is her usual M.O., Seem more mature than she is and she's probably feeling pressure from this lunar new year thing, I don't think she's actually into Romulus considering It has never come up before this episode and it never comes up again.

And I'm glad it never comes up again because it's fuckin' gross. He's way too old for her and I mean that in a serious way not in my usual "Romulus is absolutely a 45yr old grown ass man" way. He's gigantic and more than likely a High School Senior or even a Super Senior which puts him around 18yrs old and I know 4 years might not seem like much the older we get but that is a huge maturity gap for teenagers and totally inappropriate and possibly illegal I'm not really sure.

SO! Since that is really the only time we see her show an attraction to boys and no, I'm not counting her kissing the eyeball boy in "Why do Ghouls fall in love" that was her under the influence of Cupid's love spell and not real. it doesn't seem like she's into boys, but once she becomes friends with Twyla? they are never apart! and that is freshman shorthand for "I like You" could I be reaching? could be, maybe, it's possible... I'm not a fan of "they're dating just because they hang out a lot" but Twyla is literally the only person she trusts whose not family.

However, this is all circumstantial evidence, she's 14 and may not be into anyone! despite her protests she is still a baby.

But I don't think her being gay would be a "cop out" I think it would be wonderful lesbian rep if they plan her this way! her and Twyla is a huge ship and I find it adorable. there's gotta be SOMETHING there if so many people ship it. normally I don't go with the flow with ships I need something there.

But a lot of gay kids see themself in Howleen and if anyone could be the one to show them it's okay? it would be her. Howleen spent the entirety of G1 trying to find herself.

I think it's time she does.

#Monster High #Howleen Wolf

[erdarielthewhumper]

For @whumpers-monthly's current prompt, which is "Bitten" (I hope this still fulfills the requirements of the prompt, I... may have gotten slightly carried away (pun possibly intended, and if you want to know what I mean by "pun", read the fic :P) with the story at some point, you know how narratives have minds of their own sometimes...)

Whumpee: Meldie (fantasy elf oc)

Tropes: Bitten by a monster, poison, broken bones, female whumpee

A/N: I may write a second part to this, focused on like, healing and stuff, if people are interested and/or if I happen to feel like it, but we'll see

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She was never taking another fucking adventure job ever again. Never. Sure, they paid well, but not well enough for dealing with castle ruins where a flock of wyverns had made a nest.

Wyverns were dragons’ smaller, annoying cousins. Not that Meldie had ever seen a dragon, and she hoped she’d never have to, because wyverns were bad enough.

Sure, one of them wouldn’t be much of a challenge, but wyverns weren’t solitary, oh no. They lived in flocks of ten or so, carving caves into rock faces in the mountains or on high cliffs above the sea. Or, occasionally, made their nests in ruined castles and fortresses. And then someone decided that oh, actually, they’d like to have those ruins for whatever reason, and a hapless group of idiots in need of money would be sent to deal with the beasts so that some nobleman could do whatever they were going to do with the property.

It had started well enough; Meldie had shot at a couple of the wyverns with her crossbow, and managed to off one of them and wound another. One of her comrades, who was, she had to admit, the better archer between them, had got three. But by then the rest of the flock had been alerted and four healthy wyverns and the wounded one were all descending on the intruders together.

And that was when they’d learned that wyvern skin was too thick for a silly little fireball spell — that would easily kill thirty men in one go — to do them significant harm. They’d managed to kill the wyvern before it had quite mauled their wizard to death, but now the wizard was out of the game, and their healer had her hands full trying to ensure he stayed not dead. Which left three of them against the five wyverns, and none of them with any magic. The archer at least was good at what they did, but the big guy couldn’t aim for shit, so the only way he ever hit them with his javelin was by pure luck. Meldie was a decent shot with her crossbow, but she couldn’t draw it fast enough for it to be practical anymore.

The wyverns were now directly above them. Their tactic, if it could be called such, was to fly up high and then dive quickly down, lash at the party with claws or tail, or sometimes teeth, and then pull back up out of the reach again.

Fuck it. It was impossible to draw a crossbow and dodge the buggers at the same time, so Meldie hooked the crossbow on her belt again, raised up her shield, and stood still waiting for the next one that’d dive for her. When it did, she leapt away from the claws at the last minute, and slashed at the creature’s wing. Once the thing was grounded, she made short work of killing it.

And then there was a lightning-fast shadow dropping downwards in the corner of her eye, and a piercing pain in her right arm, and she was lifted upwards before she could do anything. A wyvern had clamped its jaws tightly around her arm, and was flying back up again.

Meldie tried to swing at its head with the edge of her shield, but it was damn hard to hit or reach anything when she was dangling from her right arm with nothing under her feet, nothing she could lean onto, and nothing she could grab a hold of. Her right shoulder felt like it was on fire. The arm itself was somewhere beyond pain; whether thanks to adrenaline or nerve damage, she no longer even felt it.

She swung her entire body, and somehow managed to get her legs clamped around the wyvern’s neck. She nearly blacked out as pain flared from her shoulder, but by the time her vision cleared, her grasp still held. She smashed at the wyvern’s head with her shield again, and this time she hit. The wyvern screeched in pain, and her mangled right arm fell from its jaws.

Which only meant that Meldie’s full armored weight and the weight of her pack of supplies was supported by nothing but her own strength, and she was hanging upside down seventy feet in the air, now above a forest beyond the ruins.

Somehow she managed to pull herself up enough to reach at the wyvern’s neck with her left hand. She cut her hand on the scales, but held onto them anyway, pulled herself upwards, let go and quickly reached further up, grabbed a hold despite the sharp edges of the scales, and did it over and over again.

When she finally found herself on top of the wyvern’s neck, she wanted nothing more than to collapse from exhaustion, but she couldn’t. The wyvern was writhing and bucking, now more interested in shaking her off than dragging her to wherever it had intended to take its would-be-prey. Meldie really, really didn’t want to fall off, so she held on as best she could.

But she couldn’t stay in the air forever, and she really didn’t want to know where she’d end up if she held on until the wyvern was forced to land. If her strength would even last that long.

She needed to get down, and jumping wasn’t an option, so she’d have to force the thing to land now. She reached backward, and once more brought her shield down, this time onto the wyvern’s wing. She hit it again and again, her strikes fueled by desperation, until finally something gave way under the shield’s edge.

The wyvern dropped a good few feet, and Meldie almost fell off then and there. The creature tried desperately to compensate, to stay up in the air, but it was going down. It was slowing its descent somewhat, and Meldie was counting on that to be enough to keep her alive, but they were still falling fast.

They crashed through the dense canopy of spruce trees at a speed that made the wood crack and splinter and fly everywhere. Then, finally, the wyvern met the ground with a thud. As the impact went through Meldie’s body, she knew she’d be bruised for a week, but she was alive.

So was the wyvern, but it wouldn’t survive those injuries for long. Meldie had lost grip of her sword when the creature had grabbed her, but she still had her dagger. She took it in her left hand, stumbled up to the still-stunned wyvern’s head, and put it out of its misery with a dagger through the eye.

Then she started prying off the scales. The big ones especially would fetch a pretty price when one knew where to sell them, and even the small ones were worth enough to buy a hot meal and a room for the night. The claws, too, but she didn’t feel it was worth the trouble trying to turn the creature over to get at them.

After gathering enough of the scales to ensure herself a few days of comfortable living in the next town she’d stay at, Meldie left the wyvern carcass and staggered off northwards. There was a village some way roughly north of here, she knew, and it was her best bet right now. She didn’t even know whether her companions had survived the rest of the wyverns, and if they had, she doubted they’d bother looking for her. They surely thought she was dead, and it wasn’t worth the time and effort to look for the body for any kind of burial, when they’d barely known each other a week, anyway.

The village wasn’t in sight yet when the sun began to set. By then Meldie was exhausted, and dizzy, and knew she could go on no longer. It was only when she fell on her knees in a little, sheltered ditch under a huge, ancient spruce tree that she realized that half the dizziness was probably due to blood loss, rather than exhaustion.

Her right arm was a mess; the bones had been crushed by the bite, and it was bleeding badly. Elves were a little more durable than humans, but Meldie knew she’d been seriously pushing her luck. She dug up a spare shirt from her backpack and didn’t even bother tearing it to strips, just wrapped it around her arm as tightly as she could manage. She tore off a strip of another to tie around her left hand, over the cuts the wyvern scales had left in her palm.

Exhaustion and blood loss were pulling her into darkness. She fought them just long enough to take a swig from her waterskin and choke down a bit of hardtack before sliding into sleep.

— — —

When she woke up, the pain was even worse than when she’d fallen asleep. She found she could not move her right shoulder or arm at all, and the pain radiated to the rest of her body so that any movement in general left her gasping and with tears in her eyes. Her vision was blurry, all detail lost, but when she glanced down at her arm, the blood soaking the makeshift bandages was now bright purple.

Shit. Was wyvern-bite poisonous? She hadn’t known that.

She needed to get out of here, she needed to get somewhere with other people. With a healer. She couldn’t die like this, not alone in the forest on as stupid a quest as this had been. The village. It couldn’t be far now, could it?

It was only because of her memories from last night that she knew which way was north. She couldn’t see much right now, and as soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy again. Her legs felt like they could give out at any moment.

In a fog of pain and dizziness, seeing nothing but vague, blurry shapes and colors, Meldie stumbled and staggered and sometimes just crawled onwards through the woods. She didn’t know how long it had been, but eventually she came to a smoother bit of land, a worn path through the forest. She staggered on along the path, her breathing now coming in painful, ragged gasps.

When she felt a hand on her left arm, her first reaction was to fight, but she was slow, and too weak to even pull herself away. Her vision was now entirely gone, and most sounds drowned in white noise, her entire world had been reduced to nothing but pain and fear.

The hand gripped her arm more firmly, and another wrapped around her waist. She was vaguely aware of human voices, but they were distant and garbled and she couldn’t make sense of them.

She was aware of her legs failing, of a falling sensation, slowed by the hands around her. Then someone was laying her down, she felt fabric underneath her, and was lifted up again on the fabric…

After some indeterminable amount of time, it might have been seconds or minutes or hours later, there was more indistinct talking, and hands grabbed her again and lifted her onto some hard surface. She felt someone tugging at the straps of her breastplate, opening the laces of her gambeson, taking away her clothes and armor. What were they doing to her? She tried to writhe and struggle and fight against it, but nothing seemed to have any effect.

Someone held up her head and put something cold on her lips. Bitter-tasting liquid trickled into her mouth. She tried to spit it out and felt it dribble from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, but the cup at her lips wasn’t taken away and finally it was either swallow the liquid or choke on it, so she swallowed and felt it chill her throat on the way down.

Everything had been getting darker and more distant for a while now, and finally darkness took her again.

She woke up to the sound of approaching footsteps. When she opened her eyes, her vision was still blurry, but she thought she could make out the log walls of a small room, and a low ceiling above her. She was lying on a straw-filled mattress in a narrow bed, covered with an itchy wool blanket. Her arm — now covered in actual bandages rather than the first bit of cloth she’d found in her pack — and her shoulder still hurt terribly, and the pain radiated from there to her side and her chest. She laid as still as she could, knowing that to move would be to cause herself more pain.

A figure appeared in the doorway. Meldie couldn’t make out much of his features, not even when he came further into the room, only the faded gray-blue color of his tunic and the white, shoulder-length mane of hair. He came to stand by her bed, put something down on the small bedside table, and bent down towards her.

Meldie flinched back as far as she could. Her vision flared white with pain. She hissed and snarled, as much in fear as in pain. The man drew back, shook his head, and said something.

It took a moment for Meldie’s mind to figure out the right language and local dialect, and by then she could no longer recall what the man had actually said. She managed to find the word for “what?” and asked it, hoping that this time she could understand the reply.

“Calm down”, the man said gently. “You have been hurt badly, and lost much blood, and the poison still has hold of your body. Spare your strength, do not waste it like that.”

Meldie nodded weakly, and the man bent down again. Even this close she could not make out the details of his face, but he helped her sit up, supported by the wall behind her. He took the cup he’d put down on the bedside table, and lifted up her left hand and pressed the cup into it.

“It’s an antidote to the wyvern-poison”, he said at her questioning look. “Drink it. I have already given you some, but you need more, and may need for some days still. It is a stubborn poison, hard to purge from the body.”

Cautiously, but knowing she could do nothing else, Meldie obeyed. She did not like how her hand shook as she brought the cup to her lips and how heavy it felt in her hands. She did not like being weak and at the mercy of strangers, and was more than a little afraid at finding herself in such circumstances. Still, she choked down the cold, bitter drink, and let the man take the cup from her hand and ease her down to lie on the bed again.

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[tainted-by-skeletons]

Bully Reader X Sans (Part One)

(SFW And there's a little Sans X Grillby in this chapter.)

Getting drunk with your friends is always a good idea when it's just your friends. But when the guy you keep picking on is asleep on a bar stool and someone has a marker handy… do the nice thing, and not the thing you want to do. Okay?

“Hey Y/N! Look, Sans is sleeping!”

“Heheheh~ nooo waaayy~”

“You should go mess with him. We do it all the time. It's okay.”

“Aheheh. Okay. Doonnn tell em.”

“Haha we won't. Go on!”

It's a lot harder to resist when you're drunk and a bunch of dog monsters are telling you that you should totally do it and everything will be okay. The good thing is, I wasn't as mean as I could have been. I was handed a marker by a large monster whose face was mostly made up of teeth. (Nice guy by the way) I took it without any hesitation and made a beeline to the small skeleton. The joyful crowd behind me and complete lack of restaurant staff gave me more than enough courage. But even then, I did still have one problem.

“Wait! What the hell do I draw on him?”

“Anything! Come on! He's not a light sleeper. Just draw something funny!”

“Or cuuute!~ hehehe~” Brandy giggled.

Brandy was a perpetually drunk bunny monster who spent all her time at Grillby's and had a crush on Sans. I'm really not sure why. Yet, her suggestion actually gave me an idea. It was something that would probably look funny on him, and I couldn't mess it up either.

I won't have anyone knowing I can't draw. So I'm gonna give him freckles and little cheek hearts.

I giggled to myself as I spotted the skeleton’s strangely soft white cheeks with black permanent marker. Thankfully, he was sleeping with his chin on the bar on top of his arms. That way I could easily draw what I needed.

“Okay lemme see! Heheh. What did you- oh really? Laaame.”

“Whattt?! Whaddya meeean?”

“Why didn't you write something on his forehead?”

It wouldn't be legible.

“Aww man. I gueeess I should have.”

“Here. Give it to me. I'll do it.”

Doggo, the mostly blind member of the royal guard, took my marker. He was one of my first couple of friends.

“What are yooou gonna do?” I asked him.

“Nothing. Both of you are banned from my restaurant.” An ethereal, but somehow also gruff and stern voice told us.

It was Grillby. The owner of the restaurant. And also one of Sans' closest friends.

“Oh fuck!”

That's exactly what I meant earlier. I really wish I didn't draw on Sans’ face. I felt awful about it the next day. I knew his brother Papyrus would find out, and I really liked him. Papyrus was another close friend of mine in the underground. He made terrible spaghetti and tried to kill me with some puzzles but after all that we became fast friends. I think that's actually when Sans decided that I was his least favorite person. He was basically obsessed with his brother and I think he thought I'd steal him away or something. Which I would never do. Papyrus is really not my type.

“Come on Paps! Throw like a man dammit! Hahaha!”

I was having a snowball fight with Papyrus and a few guard dog monsters when Sans came up to us.

“Hey. Y/N. Come over here a sec.” Sans said calmly after he somehow appeared behind us.

“Woah! How'd you?- whatever.” I wondered as I stepped away from the game.

“I don't think you should be hanging out with my brother so much.”

“Pft. What is he? 6? Who the hell are you to say that?”

I hate people telling me what to do. So hearing that set me off and I said something rude before I could stop myself.

“I'm his older brother. And he shouldn't have to deal with people that insult him, cuss around him and I don't like you casually stealing my nickname for him either.”

“Uh. Obsessed much? One. He's a grown up. He can handle it. And two? Being protective of nicknames is kinda creepy if it's your younger brother.”

“Wh-Creepy!? What the hell is wrong with you!?”

Before Sans could start lecturing me, one of the big monsters came up to us.

“You guys can talk later! Come on! We don't wanna wait forever!”

It was a dog guard in ginormous armor and his tail was wagging wildly. Anxious to get away from the humiliating conversation, I ignored everything Sans said and started walking back to my game.

“Just like. Chill. Okay? No pun intended.”

Sans' Pov

Puns were my thing. Alright? And I don't have a lot of things to begin with. Other than Papyrus' nickname that bitch stole too. Using a pun against me was the last straw. As ridiculous as that sounds. So that was the start of our intense hatred for each other. I wasn't really the type of person to start arguments but she sure was. We both got tossed out of practically every building we were in together for causing a scene. Getting drunk and falling asleep at Grillby's was a usual occurrence for me, but I had no idea my new enemy would come in and torment me that day.

“Mnnn. Grillby…” I muttered after waking up on a barstool again.

Apparently I slept until everyone left. At least, that's what I thought. Apparently Grillby cleared the place out early after I got graffitied.

“Sans. You need to get up.”

“Uggh. I know. I'll go home in a sec.”

“Not that.”

“Whaat?”

“Y/N drew on your face. I'm gonna take you to my place so we can wash it off. Alright?”

“What?! What the hell did she do?!”

I bolted up. Nearly falling out of my chair.

“Not as much as I thought actually. It's not bad.”

“What? How could it not be bad?”

After I had steadied myself, I finally looked up at Grillby's face. He had a strange smile that unsettled me.

“Don't think about it too much. Put up your hood and walk with me to my place.” He commanded.

“Uh- huh?” I squeaked.

Some people say that Grillby is bossy and a buzz kill. But I don't mind at all. He never usually bosses me around. But when he does… I can't say I dislike it. I immediately hopped off the chair and flipped up my hood. Very suddenly, Grillby took my hand and walked me out the door. Opening it for me.

“Ah… Jeez Grillbz. I'm not a kid anymore.”

“Oh. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be coddling you.”

He let go of my hand and I realized my mistake.

“Er… I mean. I'll take it as a compliment I guess. You seem pissed off that she was fuckin’ with me.”

“I am. I'm not sure I like having a human down here. She may get along with everyone, but I feel like all my customers have been a lot more rowdy and even the whole town has become a bit more… a bit… ugh. I'm just not sure I have the right word.”

“She reminds me a lot of Catty. Or Bratty.”

Funny enough, I used to get bullied a lot by them too. When I was a kid that is.

“Haha! I'm sure she does. Hmmm. I wonder then…”

Without warning, Grillby took hold of my hood and pulled it back to look at my face more closely. I turned and looked up at him with a slightly shocked expression.

“Hmm~”

Grillby's eyes softened and he stood staring at me for a couple seconds.

“You do seem to attract a type. Don't you Sans?”

“What? What's that supposed to mean?”

“I never told you. Because I didn't like how they treated you. But Catty and Bratty came by one day. I talked to them for a while and they revealed that they picked on you because they both had a crush on you.”

“What?! No. You're kidding me!”

“I wonder if that human girl is similar.”

“I don't believe a word you said.”

“You might when you see what she drew on you.”

“What?!”

“Shh!”

It was late at night and I shouldn't have been shouting. So Grillby put a finger to my lips. All the embarrassment and physical contact started to make my knees weak. I tripped a little.

“Ohhahaha. You're still quite tired aren't you?” Grillby laughed at me as he took my hand again.

“Shut up.” I muttered quietly. “I'll be fine.”

But… I couldn't stop myself from squeezing his hand so he wouldn't let go of mine.

“Oh? So you don't want me to carry you?”

“N-no! Don't do that!”

“Hmhm~ Alright.”

Grillby has always teased me. He usually says something about how I make it so easy. I'm not sure what that means though. I don't find it easy to tease anyone.

“Aahh… there we go.” Grillby muttered to himself as he unlocked his front door, letting go of my hand.

He let me in first, but I didn't go straight to his bathroom. I remembered where it was but I felt awkward showing how well I already knew his place.

“Still need help?”

“Er! Uh! I just. Um… don't remember which door is your bathroom.”

“Oh right. Sorry. I guess it feels like I invite you over more than I actually do. It's the first door on the right.”

I nodded and made my way there. Grillby picked up his pace in order to catch up with me. I could guess he wanted to see my reaction when I saw myself. Looking in the mirror, I found little black dots along my cheeks, and small, badly drawn hearts below my eyes.

“Ehaaahhh! W-why- why! Why did she do that?!”

“Hahahaha! I'm really not sure Sans. I think that girl likes you.”

“No! I- Aghhh!”

I tried desperately to rub off the black dots. Even black smears would be better. But they didn't budge at all.

“Fuck! Y/N didn't use a permanent marker did she?”

“Oh no… I really hope not.”

Grillby seemed to know that my “skin” held permanent markers really well. He opened up a cabinet and grabbed a brand new bar of soap and a small towel.

“I guess we'll find out.” I sighed.

“Alright Sans. Stay still.”

“What? No come on. Just let me do it.”

Grillby turned on the faucet, making sure the water was warm.

“I wasn't watching you when I should have been. I should help you.” He decided.

“That's just an excuse for you to put your hands all over my face.”

“Oh please let me~ I love your soft face.” Grillby teased as he pinched my cheeks and rubbed them around. I squeaked a little in surprise and it only made Grillby more determined.

“No! Just! Rrrr…” I growled.

He finally left my face alone so he could wet the small towel with hot water. After opening up the new bar of soap and rubbing it on the soaking towel, Grillby once again told me to,

“Stay still.”

I kinda liked being taken care of and fussed over, so I finally let him have his fun.

“Ugh. Fuck… that kinda hurts.”

“Oh you're such a baby.”

“No I'm not.”

Grillby put a hand up to his face to attempt to stifle a laugh.

“Hey!”

“Hahaha! I'm sorry. You're just so cute I can't help it.”

“I'm not- ah I'm not even gonna say it.”

“Hmhmhm~”

“Ya know. Maybe I should do it myself.”

To my surprise, Grillby gave me the towel. When I looked in the mirror I saw no change to the marks.

“Nooooo no no nooooo!”

I scrubbed my cheeks until they felt inflamed and raw.

“Awww. Poor thing. Don't hurt yourself.”

I threw the towel at Grillby. It sizzled when it struck his neck.

“Ugh. Now my shirt is all wet.”

Before I could stop him, Grillby slid off his vest and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wh- what are you doing?!”

“What? Suddenly you have a problem with me undressing?”

“Yeah!”

“Awww. If it makes you feel better I'll let you take yours off too.”

“That would not make me feel better!”

“Haha. Then get out of the bathroom.”

“Where am I supposed to go now?!”

“Do you want to stay the night?”

“Are you… gonna be shirtless?”

“If you'd like~”

“Aahhh!”

I should have taken the chance, but I got scared and fled to my own place.

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[lovearne]

Fast track to your heart pt 2

Pairing: Jake Martin x f!reader

Warnings: none? Mistaken identity, southern hospitality, fluffy

Word count: 1.8k+

This one is total fluff to make up for the dark beginnings to this series :)

The plane ride was alright. Non-eventful in truth. There had been some turbulence, but not enough to terrify you. You were ushered off the plane quickly after landing. Getting your bags and heading to the customs portion.

Pulling your documents from your carry on, just to be safe. You stand and wait in the lineup. The border officer gives you a nice big smile, welcoming you to their booth.

"Where are you going today hun?" It was an lady around 50 with a nice smooth southern accent. 

"I'm moving here, today is a new day." Doing your best smile, you said this as evenly as you could. The lady laughs at how nervous you appear to be.

"Relax honey, do you have your paperwork?" You nod and hand over your papers, including passport, license and lease papers. "OK, it all looks good. I'm just gonna have to call your landlord and double check. And do you have an employer yet?" 

"I've not gotten a job yet, no. I'm still recovering from an accident at my last job. I'll be looking in the next few days though." You supply her with your landlord's phone number and wait for her to get off the phone. 

"OK honey, what type of work experience did you get?" The lady was clacking on her keyboard as she carried the conversation.

"I've been working on cars since I was small, family business." Your face heats up, normally if you told people what your family did they would recognize your last name.

"Oh, brilliant. My son's shop needs another technician, if you are interested?" You nod your head violently. 

"Oh yes please, that would be amazing!!" You think for a minute. "But we aren't in North Carolina are we? Is his shop out there?" 

The lady huffs a little laugh, "yeah, he works out there. I'll get him to pick you up from the airport out there. Now get going or you are gonna miss your flight." She ushers you toward the gate of your next flight. "And tell that son of a bitch to come and visit soon." You laugh as you hurry to the gate waving at her as you board.

The whole flight you were ecstatic. The weight of the world seems to have lifter from your shoulders. You briefly wonder how long it's gonna feel that way. Before the thoughts of what happened at home flood your mind. You push those thoughts away, opting to watch the toddler on the seat in front of you. With their caring parents, being coddled as the plane taking off frightens them. This is it, you think. It's why you decided to come here. Forget about your past, at least for a little while. Pretend like you had a nice upbringing. 

Complete fresh start, including job, house, country. You just can't draw up the courage to change your name. Your family name means something to you, and you aren't going to forget it.

This plane ride was significantly faster than the last. Touching down much sooner than your cross continental journey. People around you clapping as it lands. Why are they clapping? You couldn't say, but it was nice. It felt like they were cheering on your new chapter. The start of your journey to where you hope you belong.

This time getting off the plan was much different. You went through the security there very easy, your passport stamped with the customs from the last airport helped a lot. The man asked you to step aside for a pat down. 

"I would feel more comfortable if I had a female guard pat me down please." The man nods. 

"We just need to take a quick x-ray of your casts to make sure nothing is being smuggled." You agree and after a couple quick flashes of the machine, a lady comes in to pat you down. She was very nice and had you take off your outer layers, checking to make sure nothing is in your clothing. 

"You set the metal detector off when you passed by. That's why we pulled you. But there's nothing on you. Do you have a piercing we don't know about?" The lady looks toward the lower half of your body and your chest. "Sometimes intimate piercings set them off." Your gave goes bright red.

"Actually ma'am. I have screws in my forearm and my ankle. I've broken both and they had to put them. They are only a couple months old." The lady nods. She lets you get dressed and then escorts you to the baggage claims. 

You thank her quietly and wait at the belt patiently for your bags. Your bag gets swooped up before you can grab it, a man with sand hair and a yellow shirt starts walking it toward a pretty girl. Who do they think they are?

"Du Arschloch!" Said man turns, along with most people in the airport. "You in the yellow shirt, that's my bag." The man looks confused. Looking between the bag and the girl at his side. 

"You aren't Y/n, are you?" The girl frowns and shakes her head. "Well why did you tell me you were?" The man was actually quite amusing, he was obviously not the sharpest tool, but he looks like he can do some damage.

"I thought you were hitting on me?" The girl has a very nice soft British accent. "Why did you think my name was y/n?" 

"My mom told me to pick up a nice girl with an accent from the airport!" You laugh at his confusion. Hobling over to them as best as you can.

"Hi, I'm y/n. Your mom works at the customs department of the airport, yeah?" The man's face lights up. 

"Yeah!" His smile took up the whole of his face. "Hi, I'm Jake. I'm here to help you to the garage and your house." He puts his hand out for you to shake, matching up with left hand, the one that was casted up.

Jake looks at your wrist in curiosity, poking it lightly. You wiggle your fingers, scaring him a bit. His smile came back and he laughed a little. 

"C'mon, I'll bring you to the garage." Jake grabs for the bag you hold behind you with your good hand, also grabbing your carryon. He pulls both big suitcases behind him with your carryon straps attaching them. Grabbing your right hand with his free left one. Pulling you alongside him to the outer portion of the airport.

Pulling you all the way out to his truck. Throwing your bags nicely into the back, he takes you to the front of his truck, opening the door and helping you to get in. Your knee decided to act up now. Not allowing you to support your body to get in.

"Oh, are you ok? Do you need help?" You nod at Jake, your face bright red. Embarrassed for needing his help, and angry at yourself for not being able to get in his truck. His hand comes up and rubs your back sweetly.

"Hey, it's ok to need help. If it makes you feel better, I can't tie my shoes." You laugh through your unshed tears. "It's true, Kevin helps me. Now let me help you please?" You look into his eyes, him seeing your unshed tears. 

"OK." Jake grabs the left side of your waist, securing you to the front of his body. Carefully grasping your left thigh with his other hand. His smell invades your nostrils, a nice vanilla and lavender filling up your sinuses, a couple hints of car oil and grease.

"OK, are you ok if I lift you up?" You nod at the man. He grunts as he slowly hoists you onto the passenger seat. Helping you to get comfortable. Adjusting your braced leg to the right position.

After he made sure you were sitting in comfort, he jumped into the driver's side, helping attach your seatbelt from his side. The same scent overpowers your nose as his face comes an inch to yours. His breath also fills your senses. He oddly smells so sweet, just like strawberries and bananas.

With the drawing sound of your seatbelt, he pulls back to the driver's side, a small smile on his face.

"You know? You smell really good." Your face heats up at the compliment. "Like you don't smell expensive and tacky, you smell nice and simple. I like that." 

You roll your eyes as you laugh at his joke. "Drive dumbass," you softly bring his hand to the wheel and turn his keys that are in the ignition. 

"Yes ma'am, but first, are you hungry?" 

Jake pulls up to the speaker of McDonald's. "What do you want, lovely?" You take a second to think about it and tell Jake. He orders you and him some food. 

"Hey Jake, here you go." You hold out a handful of bills, waiting for Jake to take them. 

"Y/n," he said in a serious tone. "That's not money." You struggle to breath as your laugh invades his ears, he decided he quite liked your laugh. 

"It is, take it. Come on. Sei kein Scheißkerl." Jake's face changes. His serious face, now concerned. 

"Bless you." His hand rests on your shoulder. Your laugh isn't contained anymore. 

"What the fuck do you mean? 'Bless you'? I said 'don't be a shithead.' Jesus you Americans." Jake laughs lightly. 

"OK, fine. I'll take it. But this is fucking monopoly money." That comment makes you laugh even harder. You and Jake were having too much fun. "When we get to the garage I'll show you what real money looks like."  You laugh lightly at him. 

"Yeah show me slow poke. Ich habe dir meins gezeigt, zeig mir deins." You wink at him. He looks dead serious this time.

"Did you just flirt with me in gibberish?" You only wink again. Pushing your lips out, blowing a nice little puckered kiss at him. "Oh man, you are one hell if a woman. Let's get you fed and to the garage. I will personally beg Bobby to let you on the team if I have to. You are way too much fun." 

Pulling up to the garage, in the back where their supplies get dropped off, Jake looks over at you. "You wanna know something?" You nod as an answer. "I think me and you are gonna be really great friends. You haven't called me an idiot once in the time we've known each other. That basically never happens. Thank you." He reaches over and places a kiss on the side of your cheek, before slipping out of the car.

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[graphophobiac]

WHUMPTOBER DAY THREE - Rip Out My Spine

Solitary confinement

A/N: This is a day late, but this just means today is a double post day ! This piece gave me some trouble because I was very tired yesterday. But I finished it and here we are !!

TW: THIS FIC INCLUDES SELF HARM

They didn’t know what they did wrong. They never did. Oftentimes the reason they were punished wasn’t even their fault to begin with. Oftentimes it felt like they were put in situations just so that they could be punished for it. But they still knew they deserved it. Sometimes they wondered if they would be punished for breathing wrong; although not with those specific words. Being an illiterate five year old did not making thinking in words easy, talking and listening were even harder.

And that brings them to why they were being punished. They weren’t following instructions and it was their fault that they couldn’t understand what was being asked of them. All they heard was noise, not words and sentences with structures and questions. And that was their fault, their fault for not learning fast enough when they were well past the age they should have learned to talk. And they could make sounds. But they had no words to make those sounds make sense.

So here they were, cowering with their arms over their head while they were being screamed at, unable to understand a word that was being shrieked to them. The woman’s voice was shrill and hurt their ears, her face was red with how frustrated at them they were. She was angry and when someone was angry that meant they were going to get hurt. They never could predict what it would be, but so often did they think their life was going to end, even if they didn’t understand what dying meant. They were scared regardless and didn’t want to hurt again.

Eventually, the woman reached out and grabbed their wrist, digging her razor sharp nails into their pale, fragile skin, easily drawing blood as she began to drag them along with her to who knows where. She was mumbling under her breath, like it would make any sense to them. It didn’t. It never did. Nothing ever made sense. Things were so much simpler when they were on the streets; it was cold, they were hungry but it was simple. There were simple problems, hunger, and simple solutions, steal - though quite often they got caught as five year olds didn’t tend to have the finesse of a seasoned criminal. The only thing that gave them any sort of edge was their wings; they were small and full of fluffy down feathers so by no means could they fly yet. But flapping them made them run just a tiny bit faster. Or at the very least it felt like it did. And sometimes there were kind people who would buy them a warm meal or give them water! People were kind outside sometimes! Here nothing made sense and no one was ever kind. Not to them. Especially never to them.

they were being taken down an unfamiliar hallway; of course, it was hard to tell when every room in this god damn place looked the same, but the route was different to anywhere they had been taken before. The winding, sterile halls were mind numbing, but this was different. Where were they being taken? Where where where?

They eventually got their answer when all of a sudden the woman came to a stop in front of a door. A large metal door. There were more people now, people they couldn’t recognise. the woman was making noises back and forth with them. Less banshee-like and more cat hissing. Oh no, they had been especially bad if they were getting a new punishment. Their body still ached from the last one and dark bruises littered their body, covered by their thin clothing.

The door was opened in one swift motion by one of them men that had joined their side and they were unceremoniously picked up and thrown inside of the room with a resounding smack onto hard concrete. They cried out, pain shooting through their back, their wings twisted and crushed beneath their body upon impact. They scrambled up onto their knees, eyes wide and filling with tears.

None of the adults spoke once they were inside the room. It was cold and dark; the only light was what was streaming in from the doorway. There were no windows, the walls were unpainted concrete. They didn’t want to be here. They got to their feet before trying to run out, only to be shoved back down by the same man that had opened the door. He opened his mouth, but again what he said made no sense to them. Those people never seemed to realise they simply could not understand them, even if it was so startlingly obvious. They had no patience for developmentally behind children it seemed, so instead of trying to help they were punished for not following orders even when they didn’t know they were being asked to do something, let alone what it was.

They were on their back like an upturned turtle, a cry escaping them as the door was slammed shut and darkness coated their vision. They couldn’t even see their hand or any of their body. All they could see was pitch blackness forever. But it didn’t go on forever, did it? They could see walls before the door was closed. Where was the door? Could they open the door? They didn’t hear a click that they knew meant it was locked. But where was the door?

They stumbled to their feet, straining and widening their eyes and reaching out, waving their arms as they walked back and forth, trying to find the walls, or the door. They wanted out. Out, out, let them out.

They couldn’t find the walls. Did they even exist? Did the darkness go on forever? What did forever even mean? They didn’t know. They didn’t know anything. No one taught them. They were just expected to somehow know. Like how they were supposed to know how to speak, or the “alphabet”, or to respond to instructions, or to understand said instructions.

They sat back down on the floor. They knew that was there, they could feel it beneath their feet. The floor was real, at least. They could touch it, press their face against it, curl up on it into a tiny little ball. Maybe if they closed their eyes and went to sleep, when they woke up this would be over. They had tried that before when they had been left alone in pain. When they woke up the pain always remained. But… this was different. They weren’t being hit. They were just… Alone…? It was weird. It was quiet and dark and they did not like it.

Did they even close their eyes? They couldn’t tell. It was dark either way. Their eyes hurt. They felt dry.

Blink.

Their eyes hurt less. The darkness of their eyelids felt less scary than the darkness of the room. They could control that darkness. They could hide behind it and pretend they were in their little room, on their stiff bed. The concrete actually didn’t feel too different from the bed. Yeah. They were just in their cramped room. Not in the weird dark room. They were fine. They weren’t in trouble. Soon enough someone would be coming to take them to those weird lessons that didn’t make any sense and they didn’t learn anything from.

𓆰

… They were still in the dark, quiet room. No one was coming to take them out.

How long had it been? Minutes? Days? Hours? Weeks?

Time was a concept they only understood instinctively; ways of measuring it were beyond them. They definitely didn’t have the words to describe lengths of time (like they had any understandable words to begin with). It felt like forever. Infinity. Darkness stretching on and on and on. There were no walls, no doors, no escape.

Their stomach hurt and their mouth was dry; no one had come to give them food or water. Or, well, they hadn’t seen anyone do that. Once a small bowl of rice and a cup of water were on the floor. They only realised it was there when they stepped on the bowl while trying to find the edges of this little infinite void they were stuck in. The rice tasted of nothing but they ate it all regardless and they gulped the water down as soon as they realised it was there.

But that had been forever ago. And they were hungry and thirsty again. And the food and water only appeared when the thirst had felt unbearable and their head pounded unbearably and their stomach left them in agony. Their only distraction was trying and failing to find the walls that they swore existed.

𓆰

Their wings were itchy. It was an itch that wouldn’t go away no matter how much they scratched with their jagged nails, even as blood covered their hands and they accidentally yanked out their own feathers.

Yanked out their own feathers?

Wait.

That felt… good. It felt better. It distracted them from the nothing surrounding them. It distracted them from the mindless panic that swirled their thoughts.

Off, get them off, get them off.

𓆰

It started to hurt.

They were running out of feathers to pluck and their wings were in agony. Dried blood stuck to their hands, the floor, their clothes, their back. Everywhere. Iron was all they could smell but it was something. It was better than the tasteless rice or the darkness. The only bad thing was that it was sticky. The blood stuck to their hands and they couldn’t get it off, they couldn’t it wouldn’t come off.

Their wings were cold.

That was something new.

𓆰

They didn’t like the cold or the iron anymore. It was bad. Bad bad bad. It hurt. They had no more feathers to pluck. All gone. All gone. Gone gone gone.

They curled up on the floor, shivering, too dehydrated to cry, their throat too raw to make a sound.

They never realised they had been screaming. They never realised they made any sounds at all. But their throat hurt like they had been the whole time.

The cold sank deep into their bones. Their blood was cold. Their heart was slow. Were they dying? Was this what dying felt like?

𓆰

The door opened. The door and walls existed again.

They flinched violently as the metal door swung open once more, crashing into the concrete wall. Suddenly they were real again. Real real real real. They looked around, eyes wide, head darting back and forth. The light blinded them and their pupils contracted to tiny pinpricks. They could see but couldn’t at the same time. Bright. Too bright. They wanted the dark again they wanted it back back give it back.

Hands wrapped around their arms and hauled them to their feet. They squirmed, the touch burning burning their frigid skin. They were dragged out of the safety of the dark, quiet room and back into the bright, loud world. Their ears rang as words that now made even less sense were spoken. It was garbled and too loud.

Their legs didn’t work, They were dragged along by the men holding them, their feet limp across the ground. Where were they being taken now? Back to their room? But it wasn’t the dark, quiet room. The dark, quiet room was safe. Nowhere else was safe. Nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere was safe. They wanted to be nowhere again. They didn’t recognise the halls anymore, they didn’t know where their room was and they didn’t know where the nowhere was. Back, back take them back.

They wanted to go back.

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[theglitchywriterboi]

Deaths Diner: Chapter Five

They sat in the now half destroyed diner. No one was saying much at this point. Aurora was under close watch of Trick, Treat, & Nic, while Vlad & Sling watched over Clay. The new four sat a short distance away. Close enough to hear anything said, but further away from the deaths. Not that Clay, Nic, or Sling were even aware of them at this point.

None of them felt safe here. Not like this. But they had nowhere else to go. Going to their headquarters would only draw attention from the lites, and they were known to be a bit… Talkative, to say the least. And going to Vlads father was already a no go, seeing as he’s the one who ordered the diner to be shut down all those years ago, and explaining why they were there… He would do more harm than help.

Aurora stirred. A good sign. She sat up slowly, looking around at her surroundings. Once he saw that she was awake now, Trick rushed to the kitchen to grab her some water.

“Wh… What happened?” she asked. Her eyes landed on Clay, “Oh…” She said, recognition & sadness in her voice. “What are we going to do?”

Vlad thought for a moment. He knew what they had to do, find Prime. But that was easier said than done. No one has seen him in ages. Before, maybe they could’ve tried something else to help the new four. He didn’t know what that’d be, but three out of four isn’t bad. But now they couldn’t even toy with other options.

“We have to find him… Prime. And soon,” Vlad said.

“How are we supposed to do that? He hasn’t been seen since-” Aurora started, before Sling cut her off.

“He won’t stay in hiding anymore” They said, bitterness in their voice.

“How do you know that? He hasn’t been seen in hundreds of years, how is now any different?” Aurora asked. Trick came back from the kitchen & handed Aurora a glass of water. She said a quick ‘thank you’ before turning her attention back to Sling. Her dress lit up brightly with every sip of water.

Sling paused for a moment, gathering their words. “He felt it.'“ they said, as if they were supposed to know what that meant.

“And that means…? What, exactly?” Vlad asked.

“I… When Clay got hit, I felt it. We,” They gestured to Nic, “Felt it… And I’m sure he did too. And even though he’s a selfish piece of… He’d at least want to know what could actually hurt one of us, because that means it could hurt him” Vlad didn’t remember much of Prime. He always remembered him as an aloof person. He was in charge of the deaths - both the lites and his siblings. So when he wasn’t collecting people, he was with Vlads father, or doing paperwork. Sling clearly hadn’t forgiven him for leaving with no notice, and for seemingly no reason.

“But how do you know that? What if he didn’t feel it? Or he doesn’t care as much as you think he will?” Aurora asked.

“I know him. He may not come out of hiding, at least not as fast as we want him to, but he won’t keep trying to stay hidden…”

Vlad didn’t know what to think. I mean, if he was already hidden, wouldn’t it be just as hard to find him if he was trying to stay hidden? Especially if he didn’t make an effort himself to come out of hiding.

“That’s nice, but even still, where are we supposed to begin trying to find him?” Trick asked, speaking up for the first time in a while. “Plus, if he’s so selfish, how do we know he’ll even agree to help us?”

“We don’t have any other options right now. We’ll have to hope he still has half an ounce of decency in him to help” Sling said, still not being able to contain their bitterness towards Prime. “And I don’t know… You guys will have to ask around to see if anyone’s seen him”

“You guys?” Vlad repeated.

“Well… Nic & I have to stay here & make sure Clay is okay. We have to make sure nothing comes back to hurt her again. Plus Prime won’t wanna talk to us. Even if he did, I’d probably kill him before he had the chance to help”

This wasn’t good news. Even if Prime & Sling were on bad terms, that must be better than the… No terms he & Prime were on, right? Aurora stood up slowly, and began lifting vines slowly out of the ground.

“Um, Aurora, I don’t think you should-” Treat began, before Aurora cut her off.

“I know what I’m capable of,” she said gently, “If they’re all going to stay here, they should have at least some protection. We’re practically out in the open right now.”

The thick green vines slowly wove & twisted together, forming new walls. Small flowers were on all the vines, most of which being light pink or blue. Both her and Vlad knew the deaths generally weren’t fond of color, of course that varied from death to death, but even when one of them liked colors, it was normally a muted version of said color. Theres a lot of stereotypes that are false about those who collect souls, but the doom & gloom aesthetic is one of the few that were accurate. But it was protection she was providing, and it matched the diners aesthetic, so she didn’t really care if they liked the colors or not.

Trick & Treat stood behind Aurora, ready to catch her [or help her stay steady] if it began to be too much for her, but thankfully, their assistance wasn’t needed. The diner was now in near complete darkness, the recent destruction had seemingly damaged the lights. It wasn’t a bother for Vlad, Sling, Nic, & Aurora, but Trick, Treat, & the new four were probably not having the best time. Vlad watched as a lone vine sprung out of the ground near by their table. It swirled up, about halfway the height of the tables, before a bud began to open. A small, but very bright, yellow light appeared from the flower. While the small plant didn’t light up the whole diner, it did light up a great deal of it, which was more than enough at the moment.

“Thank you, Aurora,” Sling said, “You all should get going now.” they said.

“But, we still don’t know where to even begin” Vlad said.

“Neither do I. Ask around. Prime and the Weatherman were close - as close as two insufferable people can be of course. See if he knows anything” Sling explained “But hurry up. You know they,” they gestured to Dexter, Paxton, Sage, & Asher, “Don’t have much time, and we don’t know how long she’ll have”

Vlad wanted to ask more questions. To get any sort of idea for where they could find Prime, but he knew they were right. They had to find him as fast as possible. And while Sling might have a nugget of knowledge about Primes personality & interests [well, other than him being a selfish asshole] that might help them find him, thats a might they didn’t have time to bet on.

So they were off. Aurora had the same thoughts as Vlad did, where as Trick & Treat only annoyed Sling with their questions, rather than making them divulge more information about Prime. The new four didn’t have any questions. Or rather, if they did, they chose not to voice them. Vlad had enough experience with the living [well, newly dead, but close enough] to understand that warming up to Death is a lot easier said than done.

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[oc-poll-times]

(Part 4 the last one!!!)

THE BOYYYYYYYYYYSSS

🍂- What music does this oc like?

Emmit: anything loud and upbeat!!! Anything with funky sounding instruments!!! Anything that gets them MOVING!!!

After the whole Echo Monster thing, getting that excited about music comes with the risk of Ismet finding out, so he doesn't really keep up with music a lot during those years. That just means they have a lot to catch up on when they can!

Ismet: anything that works as efficient background noise for focusing on something else, more often than not instrumentals! He really likes violin :) he'd probably have a classic music record collection and then sit there quietly listening to the entire thing while doing nothing else and then it ends and he goes "that was lovely :)" and Emmit doesn't understand how he can do that at All

🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?

THEIR DESIGNS. GOD. THEY'RE SO MUCH FUN TO DRAW

Emmit and Ismet 🤝 Lily

There Was A Point Where I Drew Nothing But Them For Weeks At A Time

They compliment each other very well! Their designs are simple to draw but very visually pleasing, they fit together, once Emmit can possess Ismet it gets VERY fun to draw their expressions, ovhfhfhHFHGHGHGG. also one of the only times I've ever felt the desire to dress up my guys like dolls which has happened a grand total of two (2) times

🌸- What's this oc's favorite and least favorite color?

Emmit: Favorite - anything Ismet likes :) seeing their brother be happy is better than any colors

Least favorite - pink.

Ismet: Favorite - yellow! A soft dandelion yellow :) it's very pleasant and a calming color <3

Least Favorite - it used to be any dark muddy colors, probably a navy blue. For some reason he's recently taken a disliking to pink which is too bad, it's a nice color :(

🌈- What does this oc like and dislike about themselves?

Emmit: Likes - They like a lot of things about themself! They're determined, they're funny, they're nice, they like how they dress, they like to think people would enjoy their company if anyone knew they existed.

Dislikes - they weren't fast enough they weren't strong enough they weren't able to hold on they weren't able to protect him they weren't able to do ANYTHING-

Ismet: Likes - Oh he hates to brag, but he's very happy with who he is! He's found his own style, has his own home, and is always finding new things to enjoy about every new day :)

Dislikes - Why can't he remember? He was supposed to be somewhere, he was supposed to protect someone, he failed, of course he did he feels it in his bones, in the very fabric of his being, he failed, and yet that can't be right. The only person he'd ever want to protect that much is right here. Everything is fine, so why can't he remember what was wrong?

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[coolkat122]

I'm Innocent: FemReader x Naruto/Other (Pilot)❌

This is a pilot of a story idea that I lost interest in

—-

"How? How could you do this? I'm your sister!" Emerald green eyes stared into my (e/c) ones as a conniving smirk grew on their tan face, she placed a fake sympatric hand over her breast where her heart should be.

"Tch, sorry sis but you know what it's like gonna look out for number one" Her eyes cut to the door before looking back at me,"See ya when you get out though you might be an old hag when that happens" As the footsteps grew closer she quickly waved farewell before jumping off just as the men with guns burst the door open with their weapon pointed directly at me.

I held my hands up in the air in surrender, eyes downcast as I felt the sting of betrayal... by my younger sister who I've done nothing but look after and she pulls this on me of all people she could have backstabbed it was me.

 

~~~

I walked down the hall of the prison I'll be staying at, from what I've heard it's suppose to be the place where all the worlds biggest and baddest were locked up most if not all were going to be here till the day they died and that just might be the same for me as well.

I had no hopes of getting out no one cared enough to prove my innocence and I doubt that I could escape with how locked down this place was, I had finally reached my cell and there were already three people in it... and all of them were male. I turned to one of the guards with confusion.

"Hey wait, their male! you can't room me up with men" They didn't listen to my complaints as they removed my cuffs before roughly shoving me into the room and once I was fully in they wasted no time locking the door.

I quickly turned ready to fight off any attempts of attack but none of them made a move and the one in the corner was moving his arms all weird in a hurried and blurry manner he turned around full speed making his move and I thrust out my fist as fast as I could punching something that didn't feel like a face and hurt like hell.

"Ow/Shit!" I held my bruised fist while he covered his face moving over to the blond who was making something out of clay but it was messed up when the mask-wearing male yanked his arm whining.

"Deidara, Deidara the newbie punched Tobi and Tobi was just trying to be a good boy" Deidara had pulled his arm free glaring.

"Can it TOBI LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" He pointed to his ruined project, "And that was the last of it too, it's going to be a while before they give me some more" Tobi whimpered as he cowered back.

"Tobi sorry, Tobi didn't mean to" I started feeling bad for punching him, he seemed like a-wait no you don't get locked up here without being super fucked up so I still stand by what I did. I was going to turn an head for the empty bed I assume to be mine when I heard the crunch of paper and felt it too beneath my bare feet. I bent down to pick it up and saw that it's what that weird-o drew.

It appeared to be a drawing of these three with an extra person with a question mark for a head that was labeled newbie above them and the three that poorly resembled my cellmates warmly welcomed the new member.... that's..that's suppose to be me, isn't it? I'm the only newbie so it had to be everything pointed to me.

He noticed I picked it up and bounced over to me all rainbow and sunshine like and said in a cheerful voice, "THAT'S THE DRAWING TOBI DREW AS YOUR WELCOMING PRESENT!" I glanced back at it before cutting them back to him.

"It looks..nice...very uh artsy" I heard a scoff mainly from the blond though both of them made some kind of sound of disapproval but only blondie went further by voicing it.

"Don't insult art by calling his poorly drawn drawing" He raised both hands, " 'Artsy' it's an insult to true artist everywhere and we do not appreciate" He lowered them after he was done doing the quotation on artsy but kept the glare as he turned back to his work trying to fix it.

I held back from laughing because I didn't want to get into a fight if he was bad enough to be thrown in here then he must be a force to be reckoned with but I just can't help it and how 'offended' he got over a word and it wasn't a very impactful word either nor held any importance, it was just artsy.

I shook my head and faked a cough so what little laugh I had could escape without sounding like I was laughing then I quickly turned to Tobi and smiled, "Uh thanks for the drawing I'll uh put it up here"  I placed it on the wall but realized I don't have anything to tape it with, "Shit"

"No worries Tobi got this" He turned back to bother the blond again but this time lightly taps his shoulder.

"Un?" He grunted without turning to look at Tobi still focus on his clay.

"Tobi wants his tape back, Tobi promises to be good with it" He placed down his clay turning in his chair to look at Tobi with a raised brow.

"Why do you want it?" Tobi pointed back to me while Deidara leans over to the left to see what Tobi was pointing towards when he saw that it was me he cut his eye back to the mask-wearing male.

"She needs it to hang up Tobi's drawing" He cringed for a bit before further questioning Tobi.

"And where exactly is she hanging it?" Tobi pointed again and I stepped out of the way as Deidara stared at it in thought before humming with approval, "That's out of sight enough so fine" He pulled it from out of his desk but tore the piece off himself instead of handing the whole thing over to Tobi.

"There that should be enough" He placed it back into the drawer as Tobi happily took it and came back over to me, I carefully took it and used it to hang it up then stepped back a bit.

"Yay Tobi's drawing is up" He gets too excited over things even the small stuff I can tell and that's going to annoy me I just know it, I mentally sighed and wished I had gotten a different cellmate.

"Well now that that's done I'm going to go to bed so night" Like I expected Tobi was the only to say it back before going back to drawing and though I tried to sleep I couldn't I didn't trust any of them enough to actually do it, I was up even when they eventually went to bed which if you were curious it went like this.

Deidara yawned before pushing back on his chair getting up and going over to his bed climbing to the top when he sat down up there he called out to Tobi, "Hey it's bedtime stop your 'drawing' and hit the sack already"

"Okay~" Tobi did as told without a complaint and hopped on his bed which was under Deidara's and turned off the light he was using to help him see so he could draw over in the corner.

"Goodnight Deidara, Goodnight Sasori and goodnight new cellmate" Sasori was the last to go which was an hour later after those two, he climbed up on the bunk above mine and went to sleep or so I assume.

Eventually, my lids grew tired and I did fall asleep but I hoped that if they tried anything I would wake in time to stop them, I'm not sure what they might do but I had a guess what they might be thinking and I had no plans on letting them put it to action. It would be over my dead body that's for sure.

"Sweet dreams sis"

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Yeah I'm probably not going to finish this since I'm just not sure I'm liking the ideas and plots I keep thinking of so far but who knows might change my mind when I legit like an idea I come up with eventually.

#Naruto universe fanfic #reader insert #fanfiction #alternative universe #au #Tobi #Tobi is his own person and not Obito #Deidara #Sasori #Sister OC #Prison #prisoner Reader #Pilot #discontinued? #story idea

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Jake Paul vs. Ryan Bourland Post Fight Press Conference Quotes

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Published: March 03, 2024

Jake Paul

On how he felt during the fight and his challengers

"Man I felt good. I felt really sharp, fast, locked in, but I was just getting warmed up really. I am kind of disappointed to be honest. I want more, I want a challenge and we had someone with 20 fights and I just keep on getting these guys out of there in the first round. I train so hard, it's a little bit disappointing for the fans as well. I want someone to test me so I can make some adjustments and show off some of my new skills. I didn’t really get to show anything. I did feel good, I just wanted more and we will go back to the drawing board and see who’s next.”

On Amanda Serrano’s injury

“It just goes to show the type of woman and type of warrior that Amanda is that she still wanted to fight with an exposed cornea and the skin burnt off of her eye. The chemical was also burning her hands, you can see the skin on her hands melting. She’s so tough, it’s very sad. I wanted nothing more than to support her and see her fight as well, but yeah it’s just an unfortunate series of events but I believe that everything happens for a reason and the universe will unveil that reason soon enough. But we will see and I am very thankful for everyone who did show up and we will have to run it back I guess.”

On Javon “Wanna” Walton’s performance

“Look, it happens in this sport, it’s the toughest sport in the world. You go out there in front of 16,000 people, he’s 17-years-old, adrenal rush happens. You can think you’re prepared for that big moment and it can be pulled out from underneath you, but I thought it was an absolute fucking robbery. How is that a  draw? At least three rounds to one, so that to me is bizarre, but the kid is a warrior and I’ve proven a loss doesn’t define my career and the draw won't define him as well. He has a great family supporting him and MVP’s behind him.”

On returning to Puerto Rico

“Yeah, we plan on coming back here. We have to. Amanda is going to want that. I loved fighting here. The crowd was amazing, it gave me goosebumps when they were all chanting “Gallo,” and it means the world. They welcomed me and were turnt up for me so we have to come back here and put on another event.”

On Krystal Rosado’s performance

“Krystal was amazing. She’s got a bright, bright future. [She faced a] fast, and a very tough opponent, an undefeated opponent. I thought she did amazing and she looks good out there and she’s sharp and I think that getting that experience of getting tested a little bit is something every fighter needs so that’s great for her. Same with Bomba, he did an amazing job, and just happy he brought it home for Puerto Rico.”

On Ryan Garcia’s social media post of a challenge

In a continuation of Nakisa Bidarian remarks

“Except he’s doing it off some cocaine. That boy is getting that shit straight from Colombia or something, because that shit’s strong. Ryan, I love you, you know that bro, but you gotta chill out bro, because there’s a line and you just seem like you’re losing your mind, acting thirsty and desperate, and saying you’re a billionaire when you’ve had one money fight. I’m just saying just chill bro. If you do want to fight, that’s to me light work. You got no footwork and as long as you've been in the game, I’m a better boxer than you.”

On potentially fighting in New York City

"Look, I want to come to NY. I want to fight at MSG, I have to, it's the mecca. It would be such an honor to fight there. We had something planned there and my opponent pulled out unfortunately, but I will be in New York City and will have an empire state of mind there.”

On potentially facing Indian boxer Neeraj Goyat

“I don’t know when it will happen, but I for sure want to go to India and he is the most viral fighter online and that speaks volumes. I would love to go to India and fight him and make that happen. We’ll just see when the timeline makes sense.”

On other potential challengers

“I am going to stay as active as possible, and it's about finding the right opponent. This is my life now and it’s a lifestyle and I’ll be back hopefully two more times before the end of the year. 

Anyone [from the UFC] who can get out of their contract,  I’ll fight. That’s easy work as far as I am concerned. I do want to do a PFL-MMA match, just has to be the right opponent but Nate did duck my $15 million offer so we’ll see who else is on the chopping block. Tony Ferguson? He said he wanted to fight?

I don’t want to see him go out like that, that would be said. He’s a great guy; we don’t want that for Tony.”

Nakisa Bidarian

On event success and refund of fans in attendance

"Thank you everybody for being here. Thank you for the support throughout this entire process. For MVP, Jake Paul, myself, and of course Amanda Serrano. We want to thank our brand partners throughout this event. Puerto Rico tourism company, the district, Puerto Rico Junte Boricua, Loteria de Puerto Rico, OnlyFans and of course, Celsius, which is our official energy drink partner.

Today’s event achieved a gate of $1.511 million, so one million, five-hundred and eleven thousand. Breaking the Katie Taylor-Amanda Serrano gate record. Breaking the Jake Paul-Tyron Woodley in Cleveland gross sales as well as WWE Backlash that happened here last year, so I’d like to give a round of applause to Amanda, Nina, and Jake for that achievement. With that said Jake and I, and Amanda, have made the decision to refund 100% of the $1.511 million to the fan base, so one million, five hundred and eleven thousand will be refunded to all fans in attendance who seek a refund. We appreciate the support. Everyone got a chance to see eight fights, and ultimately, the main event was not meant to be.

On Amanda Serrano's injury  Amanda’s eye was irritated on Friday due to a hair product she used on Thursday evening. MVP was notified of this Friday afternoon. She had a private doctor visit her Friday night and they felt with the prescribed drops the irritation in the eye would subside and allow her to perform.

Amanda came to the arena with the intention to fight, given her eye was starting to feel better. MVPs position was that she will be examined by the fight night Commission appointed physicians and they determine if she could compete.

Doctors determined her vision was impaired near the end of Wanna Walton’s bout and would not approve her to fight. We then had a responsibility to communicate to all impacted constituents involved in the event and determine how best to communicate it to the fans in attendance and those watching at home.

Listen, the island has been a big supporter of Amanda since we started working with her two and a half years ago. This is the time for the people of Puerto Rico to get behind Amanda Serrano and show how much they really care about her. She wanted nothing more than to come here and fight in front of her fans. Her heart is broken, her pride is broken, but she’s determined to come back here and have the last fight of her career, she has promised, will be in Puerto Rico. She is the one who drove the decision, first and foremost, to refund every single fan. Jake and I, obviously, 100% supported it, but no one should feel that they got anything other than an unbelievable experience thanks to Amanda Serrano.”

On a potential return for Amanda Serrano

“Do we think it will be Meinke or another opponent? It will depend on how the next couple of years of the end of Amanda’s career progress. She still has a desire to fight Katie Taylor, of course she’s going to have a desire to fight Nina Meinke. I think it just depends on the timing. What I do know for sure is that she wants to have the last fight of her career to be here. So we have to have the right opponent, and if the fans want to see that fight, then we will try to make that fight, but it just really depends on how everything else goes over the next few months. First priority is getting her eye healed. 

I think before her career is done, she would like to do her final fight at the Coliseo de Puerto Rico. So I don’t know if the next fight is her final fight, or if she fights somewhere else and does that last fight, or if she has three fights…TBD. Right now, the focus is on her health.”

On Javon “Wanna” Walton’s performance

“It’s just a better story now right? It’s a lot sweeter when he comes back and shows everyone this is a win he should’ve gotten, to Jake’s point, he got robbed, all the same, he’s going to be focused on boxing for the rest of his career.”

On Ryan Garcia social media posts

“Ryan Garcia is basically playing the Jake Paul playbook. He’s learning everything that he does and says and acts from what Jake Paul has already done.”

On potentially facing Indian boxer Neeraj Goyat

“He literally had fans at the weigh-in, those weren’t fans that had anything to do with MVP, those were fans of Neeraj Goyat coming to support him at Jake Paul’s weigh-in.”

Closing remarks

“We want to thank all of you, the media of Puerto Rico, and the media that came from abroad, for covering this event, giving it the exposure that it deserves. Giving Jake the coverage that he deserves for the work that he’s doing on the island, for the support he’s showing Puerto Rican fighters, and obviously the love and support for Amanda Serrano. We are going to stick by her. We are going to come back here in a big way with her and we’re excited for her future to continue with MVP.”

Krystal Rosado 

On her win over Gloria Munguilla

"She came tough, that’s exactly what we trained for. We trained for whatever might be possible. It was a very nice experience and yeah, I really enjoyed it.”

On her fight length and if she prefers three minute rounds over two minute rounds

“Absolutely, we are going to keep on going with three minutes. Two minutes can go by very quickly. In three minutes, it gives you a chance to think and be a bit more strategic. If I had to choose, I’d stick with three minutes.”

Jonathan “Bomba” Gonzalez 

On returning to the ring after roughly 16 months 

"There was almost a year and three months out of the ring. I don’t want to take anything away from my opponent. There was a lot of clinching. I had been out with a lot of different problems and illnesses here and there but yeah, I just need to be more active.”

On Amanda Serrano injury

“It’s a very complicated subject. Amanda is a warrior. I know she is going to come back and I know very soon that MVP will set something up for her here in Puerto Rico and she will come back much stronger.”

On his plan going forward

“We are going to have to figure things out. I know a lot was said about my weight and a lot of questions about me making weight. I have to consult with my medical team and get with my team. There are a lot of opportunities out there,  I may move to 112 but its still uncertain and I still need to figure out what’s going to happen.”

Nina Meinke

On hearing about her fight being postponed

"Well I found out just before the fight. Absolutely gutted about it. Yeah, I prepared for so many weeks now, put in so much work. Obviously I am devastated but this is not the way we all wanted it to end, but we really wish for a speedy recovery so we can get this fight to happen. I hope it is just postponed and MVP will speak to my promoter and make another date for the fight. I think this is what the people want to see now, and I am ready, and I am ready whenever she is. 

On when she found out

I found out about an over before the fight. I was ready to fight and then, well, yeah, big disappointment. If I can say, for me, it’s very sad, but all the way until this point, I really enjoyed the journey. I really enjoyed Puerto Rico. I love Puerto Rico.”

On her reaction to Amanda Serrano injury

“Yeah, of course. That’s why I am here. It didn’t happen so I want to go into the ring with Amanda and take the belt. This is what I am here for and it didn’t work out this time the way we wanted it to. I hope there will be another date and I hope that we can fix this as soon as she feels better and everything is okay. I hope that she’s okay.”

On what she would say to Amanda

“I would tell her, I’m waiting for you. I haven’t talked to her yet, we only had a quick meeting inside the ring and I am here, I am waiting for you.”

On her experience and Puerto Rico

“The people have been so nice, the warmth of the people here is unreal, the atmosphere was amazing. It’s a shame we couldn’t fight in front of this crowd because everything felt right. I hope the match will be in Puerto Rico because I think the people deserve that and they all came out to support us. It would be a shame if it wasn’t, just for the people as well, because it’s been lovely to be here, and I hope to come back.”

(Featured Photo: Al Bello/Getty Images)

#HF #Jake Paul #Amanda Serrano #Most Valuable Promotions #Puerto Rico

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~Chapter Thirteen~

T/W: MENTIONS OF RAPE

Brushing off your thoughts, you waited patiently until your friends arrived. With the timer almost up, you became extremely worried as they had only entered with about a minute to spare. 

You rushed over to them. "Gon! Killua!" you yelled happily.

"Hey (y/n)!"

"Gosh don't make me worry like that! I thought I was gonna have to leave you all behind!" you teased, putting Killua in a headlock and ruffling his hair, laughing at his protests.

With you reunited with your friends, you found out why they spent so much time in the tower. Damn horny Leorio... you thought while walking out of the tower with them.

The examiner explained that for the fourth phase, you would all be travelling to Zevil Island, where you would hunt each other, for your tags of course, by using any means necessary. You drew lots, and your target's tag was worth three points, as was your own. You needed six points to pass the phase. Anyone else's tag was only worth one point.

Pretty soon, you were called up to draw your lot. You had to wait in anticipation as everyone drew one, waiting until the last person drew to pull the sticker off, revealing your targets.

Nerves pulsing through you, you pulled the sticker off, to see your target was applicant number 301.

You looked around. Who is that?  Most people had already taken off their own badge to hide it, but you really didn't see much point in doing so. Coincidentally, neither did Gittarackur, number 301.

Great. I just had to get pinhead huh? Fuck! This is going to be way more difficult than I thought...

Sighing, you started to think of a plan. Unfortunately, you were probably going to have to use your nen, which you were hoping to keep a secret just a little bit longer.

You were so immersed in forging a plan to get his badge, you didn't even notice the sly clown that was looking over your shoulder at your target number.

"I could help you if you'd like," he said over your shoulder.

"No thanks. Don't need it," you replied, ignoring  the way his proximity gave you butterflies, how his scent invaded your nose, clouding any hope for clear judgement. Ignoring that how he offered you help made a blush creep across your cheeks, and definitely ignoring how you had hoped he would continue pestering you.

You even ignored the letdown you had felt when he walked away.

Making your way onto the boat that would take you to the island, you chatted with Gon and Killua about your pasts. 

You learned that Killua was from the infamous Zoldyck's, the long time and all powerful family of assasins. You also discovered that Gon was determined to find his father, Ging Freecss, whose name you had heard been mentioned once or twice.

"Tell us about your past, (y/n)!" Gon said excitedly.

"Yeah we know almost nothing about you," Killua added.

"Heh, well you're not the only one."

The boys stared at you confused, waiting for you to continue. Standing up and leaning against the side of the boat, you took a deep breath, inhaling the calming smell of the saltwater below.

"You see, I'm from Meteor City."

"Meteor City?" Gon asked.

"Yes. The city where no one exists. I grew up there by myself. I had almost no friends, no allies, basically no one on my side. But, I did have one person who I could rely on. Someone I could trust," you took another breath and sat back down beside them, ready to dig into your past.

"Basically, my parents had me for the sole reason of becoming the best assassin in the world. They started training me the second I was born. I went through gruelling torture sessions, hours of intensive training, along with some emotional abuse when I didn't learn something fast enough, or when I made a mistake."

"I don't remember much about who my parents were in general, but I always remember sneaking out late at night to meet up with Kiri, my best friend. We had met the first time I ran away. She had been scavenging for food, and we quickly hit it off. We had a designated meeting spot, a secluded ruin of a building."

"Almost every night, we'd meet up there and stare at the stars, or just lay in silence and bask in the comfort of each other. That is until she was killed. After that, I was completely alone until I met you guys."

"One night, I had just been hurled a flurry of curses and swears thrown at me from my father. Stuff like, 'You'll never be good enough!' and 'Stop being so pathetic and take the pain!' It was after I couldn't take any more of the chains, the whips, the stabbing, electrocuting, and had passed out."

"When I had arrived at our spot, Kiri was on the ground, bloodied and barely alive, clothes ripped up. There was a group of mafia men standing over her, one of which was just doing his pants back up. That's all I really remember before I saw nothing but red."

"Before I knew it, all the men were dead, their heads torn off by yours truly. I had run over to her, to see if I could even say sorry for not being there to protect her, but she was already gone. I just hope she saw that I killed them, I killed them all!"

"I should have been there! I should have just left a little earlier, and she-"

You stopped as Killua threw his arms around you, and Gon wiped a tear off your face.

"It's not your fault, (y/n)," Killua said solemnly as Gon silently agreed.

"Yeah, I guess. I just, I need a minute," you said, brushing past them and finding a bathroom.

Finally getting the chance to be alone, you broke down in the small bathroom. You sobbed, sliding against the wall. 

I could have saved her. I should have saved her. It's- it's all my fault...

Letting yourself break a little more each tear, you slowly stood back up after you heard the bell ring signalling the ship's arrival.

Looking in the mirror, you despised what you saw. The puffy eyes. The red cheeks. You were not weak. You didn't cry. You looked down at your hands, squeezing the sides of the sink. No remorse. No remorse, you chanted in your head, almost like a mantra. Squeezing so hard, you broke the porcelain of the sink and looked up at yourself one last time, anger rearing it's head. You punched the mirror, shattering it, shards of glass embedding themselves inside of your knuckle.

You left the bathroom and went back to the main deck, ignoring the looks people gave you. Hisoka was already gone, and you were next to leave.

When the girl called your name, you walked towards the forest, knuckles dripping with blood, hoping to see at least one person. You needed to kill. 

Killing wasn't something you enjoyed doing, but it was something that you had been trained to do. Something comforting, almost, and whenever you did it, you felt it brought you closer to Kiri.

Not realizing how far you had walked, you hopped into a tree and waited for the poor victim who you would see first.

239? Your lucky day. 

You jumped out of the tree and onto his shoulders, ripping his head off like a feral animal.

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Kara is steadfastly not looking at Lena as she greets her family, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of Lena in the room, her heartbeat loud and fast, filling Kara’s ears.

She knows, once she sees Lena, there will be nothing to stop her crossing the room and sweeping her up in her embrace, holding her tight and vowing to never let her go again.

But her friends deserve a hello, and she wants it too.

J’onn’s arms are strong, making her feel safe and protected as he hugs her.

She’s surprised by the amount of emotion there is in Brainy’s voice when he speaks, and she hugs him close as their bodies collide.

Nia holds her so close, fingers curling into her suit to hold her as tight as possible as Kara holds her back, smiling into the hug, so happy to see her, to see them all.

And then there’s Lena.

The way Lena’s lip quivers, the way tears shine bright in Lena’s eyes, nearly breaks Kara’s heart when she finally turns to her.

She did that, she hurt Lena once again.

Lena steps forward, arms opening at the same time as Kara’s do and then their bodies are crashing together, Kara’s arms holding her as tight as she can without hurting her.

Kara breathes in, smells Lena’s perfume and shampoo mixed with something sweet that Kara’s never been able to identify, but it’s what one of Lena’s shirts had smelled like that she’d left at Kara’s apartment, one Kara had worn until it didn’t smell like her anymore.

She has to choke back a sob as emotions swell in her chest, a confusing tangle of fear and hope and love that has Kara pressing her face into Lena’s neck for a moment as she tries to center herself, get her emotions back in check.

“It’s only because you’re on the team that I’m here,” Kara manages to get out, something Alex had told her, something Alex had confessed after, tears in her eyes and a shake in Alex’s body when her sister had told her they could’ve gotten Kara back sooner, how Alex had chosen to save thousands of people but Lena fought to save her instead.

Fear and hope had collided in Kara’s chest then, too, because she’d made that choice with Mon-El, sent him away, to save Earth. Kara’s not sure she could’ve made that same decision if it had been Lena in his place, and that scares her.

Lena gasps at the words, and all Kara can do is hold her as she feels Lena’s arms tighten around her.

And then all too soon, Lena is pulling away but Kara can’t let go, not yet. Her hands slip over Lena’s biceps, down her forearms to grip her hands. She squeezes Lena’s hands, Lena smiling at the gesture, and something clicks in Kara’s chest.

Kara swallows, tilting forward before she even realises it, drawn to Lena, eyes caught on her smile.

Lena freezes, and it’s that motion, or lack of motion, that stops Kara, makes her realise what she’s doing, what she was about to do.

Her eyes flash up to Lena’s, confusion now swimming in wide green eyes as she remains frozen on the spot.

She was about to kiss her best friend, her very platonic best friend, and even if her feelings for said best friends certainly aren’t platonic, she still knows you’re not meant to kiss your best friend.

(You’re not meant to fall in love with them either but that’s another issue).

Kara glances to the right when movement draws her attention and now Kara feels frozen too as she spots Alex, glancing between them, an all to knowing look on her face.

That’s not good, because if Alex knows, knows what she’s thinking, knows what she was about to do, that means Lena might too, and that’s altogether another scary thought.

Her father stepping into the room breaks the moment, saves Kara from having to say or do anything and Kara feels relief course through her body, both because it means she doesn’t have to deal with this right now and because he’s actually here, alive, it wasn’t a dream. The relief loosens her limbs, lets her move once again as she crosses the room to hug him, avoiding eye contact with everyone else as she does.

She can feel two particular sets of eyes burning a hole in her back, like they’re the ones with heat vision, but Kara ignores them, hardly even pays attention to what is being said as she points to the balcony.

“I’m just going to…” she doesn’t even finish her sentence as she walks off. It’s dark out, so she doesn’t have the excuse of wanting to get some sun as she steps on to the balcony, but it gives her a moment to breathe.

She focuses on the sounds around her, the street below, cars honking, people laughing, the noise of the city filling her mind, leaving little room for anything else.

“Kara?”

Kara knew someone would follow her, but she jumps at the intrusion, so focused on the rest of National City the noise from the tower had gotten lost in it.

Alex steps in close, arm going through Kara’s as she leans into her sister’s side, head falling to rest on Kara’s shoulder.

Kara sighs, leans into Alex’s touch, knows her sister needs this contact just as much as she does.

They’re silent for a while, and Kara’s starting to wonder if Alex will actually say something when she finally speaks.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Kara swallows. She knows exactly what Alex is talking about. “Talk about what?” she asks anyway.

“About how you nearly kissed Lena.”

Alex’s words are quiet, soft, like she knows how Kara will react, but that doesn’t stop Kara’s intake of breath and the sudden desire to just leap from the balcony.

Alex’s arm tightens around hers, like she knows exactly what Kara is thinking.

“Alex-“ Kara starts, the name half choked out, but Alex interrupts.

“I know,” Alex soothes, lifting her head so she can look at Kara. “I know.”

“Do you...do you think she noticed?” Kara asks. She’s not sure why she’s so scared when she wants nothing more than to pull Lena back into her arms and hold on forever. Maybe it’s because she’s hurt her so much already, or maybe it’s because she’s already lost her so many times and if she truly opens her heart to Lena and she loses her again, it will destroy her.

“She did,” Alex nods.

Kara presses her lips together and wills herself not to cry as she looks back over the city.

“Hey,” Alex says, hand against Kara’s cheek, bringing them face to face again. “She wants that too, okay? I was with her while you were gone, I saw how much she cares about you, I saw that she’d do anything to get you back. Trust me. You two have been through so much and you deserve to be happy. You don’t have to talk to her now, but you should when you’re ready. She’ll understand.”

“But-“

“I promise,” Alex says, her voice strong. Kara believes her. “She’ll wait as long as you need her to.”

Kara lets the words settle over her. The air is cold but she fights away the chill, focuses on the warmth of Alex’s body instead, focuses on her heartbeat to keep her grounded.

“I love her,” Kara whispers after a long moment. She glances back inside as she says it, heart getting caught in her throat when she sees Lena watching them. Lena quickly turns, feigns doing something on the computer, but the jump in her heart says she knows she’s been caught.

Alex doesn’t seem surprised by the admission. Kara wonders how long she’s known. 

“And she loves you too,” Alex says with a smile and a kiss to Kara’s temple.

Kara lets the words wash over her, something warm settling in her chest as her sister gives her arm one last squeeze and leaves.

Kara turns and watches her go, hears the anxious, “Is she okay?” Lena quietly asks Alex as she walks by.

“I think so,” Alex says and Kara’s not sure if that’s true as she shivers, the cold air filling her lungs and reminding her too much of the Phantom Zone that she breathes out, trying to focus on the sounds of the city again to push it all away.

She’s about to go back inside, see if she can’t get another platonic hug from Lena because that’s the warmest she’s felt since she returned, when a voice behind her startles her again.

“Mind if I join you?”

It’s hesitant, unsure, Lena twisting her fingers together as she says it.

“Please,” Kara says, sounding a touch too desperate as she nods to the space beside her.

Lena steps in close, but not quiet touching as they stand side by side, her hands falling to rest on the rail beside Kara’s.

“I missed you,” Lena says into the silence, quiet and honest.

“I missed you, too,” Kara replies, eyes darting sideways. Lena’s face is half shadowed in the dark, but achingly beautiful in the dim lights of the city.

She glances back out over the city, wonders if Lena will bring up what happened. Or what almost happened.

But she remains silent, and Kara realises that Lena is just going to let it go, let Kara do things in her own time, when she’s ready.

Kara shifts her hand closer to Lena’s on the railing, fingers brushing slightly. She almost stops there, almost pretends it’s an accident but the little sigh Lena lets out at the contact has Kara giving up any pretence as she threads her fingers through Lena’s.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” Lena swallows. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if-” She cuts herself off, the words getting caught in her throat, sounding close to tears again. Kara gives her hand a squeeze, and then realises that’s not enough so she turns, pulling Lena into a hug once more.

Lena sags against her, feels the shake of Lena’s body as Kara holds her.

“I’m here,” Kara promises, pressing a kiss to Lena’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise?” Lena asks, pulling away. She’s not crying but tears are shimmering in her eyes and she hates once again that she’s hurt Lena.

“I promise.”

They stay like that for a long moment, in each others space. Kara uses a great deal of self control not to glance down at red lips again.

It’s Lena that steps away first, again. Kara almost chases the contact but she stops herself this time.

“You didn’t get any of the cake before, and I heard a rumour that it’s your favourite.”

Kara’s eyes light up. “Is there any left?”

Lena laughs, eyes lighter than they have been all evening and something in Kara’s chest settles, feels almost normal, like it hasn’t in a long time.

“Duh, no one gets between Kara Danvers and food.”

Kara pokes out her tongue, which Lena responds to with a poke in her side and everything just feels right.

“Hey,” Kara says, catching Lena’s hand as she’s about to walk inside. Kara’s not sure if it’s because Lena looks so beautiful or if it’s because she wants no more secrets between them or she just doesn’t want to wait anymore but the words tumble from her lips with none of her previous fear. “I love you.”

Lena’s sharp intake of breath says she got Kara’s intended meaning.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Kara continues. “Not yet, or ever, but I want you to know.”

This time it’s Lena who’s leaning forward, crowding into Kara’s space. Kara doesn’t miss the way Lena’s eyes fall to her mouth, in a complete role reversal from before.

Kara is the one that crosses the final distance, tilts her head to capture Lena’s lips in her own.

Despite knowing it’s about to happen, Kara still gasps when their mouths meet, heat flooding through Kara as Lena’s fingers tangle in her hair, hold her close as their lips move together.

“I love you, too,” Lena says into the kiss, but the shock of the words are enough to make Kara pull away.

“You do?” Kara breathes, voice filled with awe.

Lena looks slightly dazed, her lip stick smudged and it makes it very hard not to kiss her again.

“I do. I have for a long time. Even when...” Lena trails off, Kara knowing exactly when Lena was referring to, something they still need to talk about.

“Me too,” Kara says, swallowing down the emotion building in her chest. She hadn’t realised, all this time, Lena had felt the same way.

She’s about to lean in, to kiss Lena again, because Lena’s lips are so soft and she wants to show Lena exactly how she feels about, but voices inside pull her attention away.

“Are you thinking about cake?” Lena asks, misinterpreting her distraction.

“No,” Kara smiles. “Nia is excitedly telling Alex that we just kissed.”

“Oh,” Lena says, cheeks going red. Kara’s not sure if it’s the word ‘kiss’ or the fact that they’ve been caught that causes it though. Lena swallows. “Do you want to go and get some cake?” Lena asks as she glances inside, sees they’re being watched, but she makes no move to pull away this time.

Kara shakes her head. “No.”

“Are you okay?” Lena asks, jokingly bringing a hand to her forehead as her attention returns to Kara. “I’ve never heard of Supergirl passing up cake before.”

Kara rolls her eyes with a shrug. “Some things are better than cake.”

“Oh really?” Lena asks, a smile playing on her lips.

Kara winds her arms around Lena’s neck, tilts forward, her lips brushing Lena’s when she speaks. “Really.”

A call from Alex pulls them apart not long later and Kara turns to see her sister’s nose scrunched up in disgust as she looks at them, but she can also tell Alex is trying not to smile.

“Are we allowed to eat this cake yet? I’m starving.”

Kara smiles as she reaches down to thread her fingers through Lena’s hand, tugs her towards the door.

There are knowing, and very amused, looks when they return inside, but they all look happy.

Kara’s happy too, something she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel again.

It’s her father’s comment that makes her laugh again as they’re all eating cake, Kara managing with just one hand because she’s not ready to let Lena go yet.

“Is Lena not your wife?”

Kara presses her face into Lena’s shoulder, cheeks red when Alex’s response is, “not yet.”

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#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #danvers sisters #supercorp fanfic #I wrote another one #it's different I promise

[noteguk]

bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though! 

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry 

— words; 7,2k 

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation. 

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;) 

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target. 

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all. 

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved. 

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex. 

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed. 

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?” 

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs. 

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him. 

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.” 

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained. 

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?” 

Be good? 

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention. 

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss. 

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem. 

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits. 

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening. 

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time. 

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned. 

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.” 

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.” 

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way. 

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved. 

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked. 

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.” 

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.” 

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history. 

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer. 

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member. 

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.” 

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away. 

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?” 

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.” 

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.” 

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his. 

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.” 

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.” 

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.” 

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move. 

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking. 

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.” 

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.” 

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried. 

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.” 

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up. 

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.” 

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.” 

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.” 

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.” 

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.” 

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.” 

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.” 

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” 

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you. 

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped. 

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the  ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said. 

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.” 

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.” 

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.” 

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?” 

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.” 

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly. 

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined —  when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.” 

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.” 

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?” 

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.” 

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock. 

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.” 

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release. 

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased. 

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said. 

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.” 

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?” 

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.” 

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.” 

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.” 

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?” 

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.” 

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him. 

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that. 

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.” 

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him. 

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.” 

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?” 

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.” 

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you. 

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point. 

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.” 

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.” 

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”  

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes. 

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.” 

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was. 

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.” 

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside. 

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.” 

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat. 

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath. 

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.” 

~ 

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it. 

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

~

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