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bffsoobin · 3 years

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This Time Around

➤ idol!yeonjun x non!idol/ex!girlfriend reader ft. same reader x jungkook (mostly platonic), fluff, angst, lots of messy feelings, other txt members make appearances/are mentioned

↳ weeks after your chance reconnection with Yeonjun, you book a flight to Seoul under his encouragement. When you arrive, you’re not only overwhelmed by the lifestyle of an idol, but the new people you meet. Will you and Yeonjun be able to hold on to each other this time around?

word count: 9k

requested?: yes! (thank you for this great idea, anon)

warnings: this is largely angst. crying, arguments, swearing, feelings of betrayal and confusion, Yeonjun is kind of an ass, self-doubt (in both Yeonjun and reader), messy feelings and relationships all around, this does NOT have a happy ending so don’t go in expecting one lmao also disclaimer (?) that I a) have no idea what the BH building looks like inside b) don’t think that either Yeonjun or Jungkook would act this way...we are here to write fiction, after all.

A/N: This is a sequel to Just One Day! I won’t be making too many explicit references to the content of that fic but reading it first will help with storyline clarity! I also don’t explicitly state this but the reader in this case already knows Korean, she just has never been to the country before- it was simply easier for storytelling. I really hope y’all like this. I was very inspired by this request especially since I was in the mood to write both angst and a sequel to one of my older pieces! (also this gave me a good excuse to write about koo without feeling bad for straying from TXT content lmao) ALSO this is not proof read or edited, as usual for me :)

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“I think it’s a good idea,” Yeonjun’s voice, velvety and heavy with sleep, seeps through the speakers of your phone. You glance at the time displayed on your computer and do the mental math which proves it’s a crisp 2 am in Korea.

“Go to bed, Junnie,” you half-scold, knowing that you wish for nothing more than for him to stay on the line until he eventually falls asleep in the middle of the conversation. He sighs through the phone, and you imagine him stretching his arms above his head to eliminate the fatigue creeping through him.

“Not till you promise me you’ll come,” he counters smartly. Your stomach flips wildly at the words. It had been almost three months since you spent the day with him, and not a single day had passed where he hadn’t been on your mind. Whether you spent your time talking to him or indulging yourself in your newfound kpop guilty pleasures, Yeonjun was almost always on your mind. Staying in touch proved to be harder than expected, due to both time zones and your equally packed schedules. Since he had flown back to Korea, you’d begun your first big girl job in a serious office that required constant business attire and piled the paperwork onto you, the newest and youngest hire.

“I’d love to, but you know how it is at work. I think my boss would combust if I told him I was taking a week’s vacation.” Talking about work made your head swim, as you recalled the stack of paperwork currently residing on your bedroom desk that needed to be finished before you showed up on Monday.

“That’s exactly why you deserve a vacation, Y/N. Look, if you fly into Seoul I promise I’ll make sure you don’t think about work for a second. I know you have time to take off, so take it. Come see me.” The line was quiet for a few seconds as you pondered, weighing your options carefully.

“I miss you,” Yeonjun’s voice came through loud and clear, crumbling the last remaining bit of your resolve. You missed him too, so much more than you ever thought you would, and your heartbeat kicks into high gear at the thought of seeing him again.

“Okay, I’ll file for my week off on Monday. I’ll see you soon, Yeonjun.”

----

When you finally arrive inside of the BigHit building, suitcase in tow and a huge visitor lanyard around your neck, your hands are sweating profusely. A kind staff member had picked you up from the airport and delivered you to the practice room that Yeonjun would presumably be inside of. The walls were soundproofed well, but you could hear the faint beat of bass through the heavy door as you hesitate in pushing it open. Another staff member passes behind you and eyes you closely until recognizing the badge hanging around your neck.

Feeling awkward for hesitating in the hallway after being seen, you push on the door until it swings open in a smooth motion. The wheels of your suitcase click over the seams of the floor, and the sound would have been enough to make you cringe if it weren’t for the pounding music.

A track you don’t recognize echos through the mirrored room as none other than Choi Yeonjun stares intently back at his own dancing reflection. You catch your own reflection; arms crossed in a protective latch over your chest.

His body moves fluidly, as if he had left all of his bones waiting for him at home, and a thrill of excited anxiety crawls through your chest. He was really there, mere feet away, and you were really here in the middle of the BigHit building, achieving the dreams of fans all over the world.

The music stops and your mouth runs dry. Yeonjun’s heaving breath is the only sound in the mirrored room and you try to drive away the thought of the last time you’d heard him pant like that; sweaty and shirtless overtop of you on your rickety secondhand couch.

“You made it.” He says, impressively able to control his voice even after the exertion.

“In one piece, at least.” You say. Your arms stay wound around your body, a protective cage against his stare and his touch. He eyes you carefully and you’re suddenly concerned that your airport-chic appearance is inadequate.

“You look pretty.” He whispers, stepping close enough that his heaving chest almost touches your crossed arms. His hands, fingers calloused and rough, wind around your wrists and tug gently, giving you plenty of time to pull back. But you let him unwind your arms and pull them to your sides. His hands are large and warm and press gently into your skin, grounding you into the room and the moment and the absurdity of the fact that you’re actually here with him in Korea.

“You bleached your hair.” You offer weakly, withering underneath his attention.

“I’m not supposed to tell, but I’m getting ready for pink.” He says. Sweat drips down his temples, meeting and rolling together in tracks down to his chin. He looks just as handsome as you remember him to be months before, but it’s hard to ignore the thinned frame of his face.

“Have you been taking care of yourself?” You ask, finally finding courage to string together a meaningful sentence.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Yeonjun leans into you, supporting himself on the tips of his toes until he’s dangerously close to toppling you both over. He levels a heavy, constant gaze on you, eyes drifting down to the surprised pout of your lips and sliding back to your eyes. In a second you know that he wants to kiss you, and there is nothing more you’d like than for that to happen, so you close your eyes and lean into him; feel the warmth of his breath and you can almost taste the salt of his sweat, but the kiss never comes. Instead, Yeonjun startles and drops his hands from you, takes one huge step back and immediately bends into a deep bow.

Your back is still facing the door, but you catch a glimpse through the mirror. Jeon Jungkook stands just inside the door, dark wavy hair tied half up in a messy bun, some loose strands framing his face. He’s wearing a t-shirt and loose sweats and rubbing fatigue from his eyes, but he’s somehow even more handsome in person. Your face flushes, desperately trying not to make eye contact with him through the mirror and knowing you failed as soon as he shoots you a small, toothy smile.

“Didn’t know you had company,” He says in lieu of a greeting as he steps just slightly closer to the two of you.

“We were just going.” Yeonjun bows again, grabs your wrist and tugs you in a persuasive manner.

“It’s okay, really.” Jungkook enthuses, eyes crinkling in apparent amusement at Yeonjun’s behavior and before you know it your face twists into a similar smile. It had been a long time since you’d seen Yeonjun so nervous, acting like he was attached to a live wire that kept him moving nonstop. “No need to rush out on my account.” Jungkook adds as Yeonjun tugs you again, leaving your suitcase abandoned in the spot you’d been standing. You open your mouth to protest.

“Wait! I don’t think that...” Jungkook looks at you pointedly as he rolls the suitcase back over to the two of you.

“Y/N.” You offer, hands sweating profusely as he passes over the luggage.

“I don’t think that Y/N would like to leave without her suitcase.” His eyes twinkle with something like an untold joke, an anecdote he wants to share but keeps in the back of his head for later. You thank him shortly, still starstruck and nervous as Yeonjun pulls you out of the door.

----

“I’m so sorry about that.” Yeonjun apologizes again as you arrive at a new door, this one in a whole new wing of the building that you would have gotten lost finding on your own.

“It’s okay, Jun. I expect to run into...o-other people.” You stutter as he opens the door, facing the realization that you were probably about to meet Yeonjun’s members too. The dorm was simpler than you expected, opening up to a lightly furnished living room that looked like it had been hastily cleaned- you could see a stack of clothes had been clumsily shoved behind the couch.

The lack of instant greetings surprises you as you follow Yeonjun blindly into the room but you don’t say anything. You kind of wish that the other four boys would come bursting out, bombard you with questions and jokes and prodding fingers as Yeonjun lets you into his room. The air is still charged from your interrupted kiss, and your fingers curl around the handle of your suitcase as you recall Jungkook’s reaction. He had clearly found it amusing, but was he more interested in teasing Yeonjun or finding out exactly who you were?

In the moment you had found his attention comical although stressful, like a funny anecdote that Yeonjun might grumble about a few weeks later. Now, you replay it over and over again, worried that every chance interaction with another idol within the building would play out exactly the same. Maybe you weren’t quite cut out for this. Yeonjun had been speaking the whole time, rattling off words you don’t catch as he opens and closes drawers.

“-is that alright?” He asks, spinning on his socked heels to face you. You freeze, trying desperately to claw through your mind for any clues to what he’d said. Yeonjun smirks, closes in on you and raises a well-kept eyebrow.

“What did I just ask you?” He asks, voice level and cool despite the teasing nature of the question.

“I-I don’t know.” You admit, a blush rises on your cheeks as his smirk pulls even larger.

“I asked...” he tucks a stray hair behind your ear, “if you wanted to share a bed. You could always sleep on the couch, but I-”

“No, I’ll sleep with you!” You slap a hand over your mouth as Yeonjun dissolves into giggles. “I mean, I mean, I don’t mind sharing a bed.” You try desperately to break through his laughter but it’s useless, so you succumb to the same fit of giggles. Yeonjun cups your cheeks sweetly, squishing them together in earnest before leaning in the same way he had just minutes prior. Your heart stutters at the knowledge that this kiss was finally happening after three months separated.

Your lips meet in soft, tentative passes against each other until you recall the feeling. Yeonjun is hesitant, hanging back until you surge forward, kissing him harder and wiggling your tongue between the seam of his lips until he opens them. His teeth rake your bottom lip and nibble hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste grounding you into the moment until Yeonjun pulls back, thumbs stroking the tops of your cheeks. He places another kiss to your nose, giggling against your skin as you shy away.

A loud crash sounds from just outside the door and you jump, eyes blowing wide when the sound of overlapping voices grows closer and closer. Yeonjun tells you that the rest of the boys must be back and ushers you out of the room before you can protest.

In the living room you’re faced with the four of them, all busying themselves with mundane tasks or scrolling through their phones until Yeonjun clears his throat. They look up simultaneously, synchronized enough that you would have laughed under a different circumstance.

“Everyone, this is, my uh, uh, Y/N.” Yeonjun awkwardly sweeps a hand your way and you flush, feeling small as the four boys you’d watched and laughed with and admired through a screen bowed to you.

“I really-it’s not...well, hi.” You sigh.

----

Introductions aside, the night slides by easily until the wear of your travel catches up with you so suddenly that you slump onto the nearest body. Yeonjun shakes you awake and it’s only then that you notice the shoulder you were leaning upon belonged to Beomgyu. You apologize to the boy as soon as you can get your tongue to work properly and are soon whisked away to Yeonjun’s bedroom. The short trip awoke you to an unpleasant degree, almost feeling as if you were suddenly too aware of your surroundings. The lights were too bright, the scent of fabric softener too strong in your nose, the sound of the remaining four people in the living room too loud. And of course, the presence of Yeonjun too much to handle.

You sit at the foot of the bed and pick at your nails while Yeonjun shuffles around the room, doing something you don’t bother to track closely.

“Are you going to get ready for bed?” He asks shortly, not even turning to face you. You now realize that he had pulled on pajamas of his own; a too-big graphic t-shirt and a pair of worn sweatpants. Frowning, you head for your own suitcase and dig through the carefully stacked clothes until you find some suitable options. You change quickly, keeping your back to him although you can feel his heavy stare at your back.

“Did you like them?” He asks. You sit back at the metal headboard and nod thoughtfully. His lips draw into a straight line as he settles beside you. “You and Beomgyu really...got along well.”

“Sure, I think we all got along well.” You offer, tucking yourself underneath his newly cleaned sheets. For a moment you wonder what he was going to do about the lights overhead, but they extinguish with a press of a button on his phone. Plunged in darkness, you can’t help but feel a bit bolder, indulging in the burn of defiance within you.

“Why? Are you jealous?” You ask. Yeonjun scoffs and you can feel the sheets pull as he flips underneath them. He says nothing but you can feel the air in the room shift. The bedding feels suffocating.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

----

When you wake, you’re uncharacteristically hot. You notice the sweat beading your neck and forehead as soon as you sit up, desperate to free yourself from the covers. You wonder if Yeonjun is suffering a similar fate, or if his body is used to the brutal heat of his bedroom. You turn to look for him, happy anxiety at the thought of seeing his sleeping form in real time brewing in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d imagined this exact moment, wondered if he scrunched his face in his sleep or if he looked serene and peaceful, wondered if he snored or spoke or sighed in his sleep.

But all you saw was crumpled sheets and a small, bright green post-it note with bunched writing. It stuck to the bed sheets as you pulled it up, and you had to blink a few times before you finally understood the gist of the note. Yeonjun was gone, off to do his daily idol duties, and you are welcome to use their shower as none of the boys were home. You scan the note again for any sign of love or sincerity but find nothing more than cold and clinical facts, like a teacher giving instructions to a class.

Bitterness grows in your chest as you slip into the cramped shower and cool yourself off under a trickle of water. Theoretically, you know that Yeonjun would be busy while you were here. After all, you couldn’t expect the company to let him off of all responsibility just because you were around. Your skin was growing red under the scrub of your fingers. But he could have at least run it by you last night, warned you that he would probably be gone by the time you got up and given you some idea of when he’d be back. What were you supposed to do all day? You stepped out of the shower, flinging your wet hair away from your face. You could barely make it out of this building alone, but you’d be damned if all you did was sit here and wait for him to return. If he wasn’t going to be here, you’d make your own fun.

You were unfamiliar to Seoul, but after navigating yourself out of the BigHit building you felt as if you could conquer anything. You hadn’t realized how much of the day had passed by in your slumber until you stepped into the real world. Dusk had begun to fall over the sky, painting it a hazy purple-pink in anticipation of a sunset. People and cars and buses rushed by with purpose as you stand still and baffled at the city before you. The packed street before you is a little bit intimidating, but reminded you enough of the bustle of your hometown that you took a brave step forward anyway. Crossing so quickly that you almost run into a group of teenage girls, you finally reach some kind of a destination. To be fair, you had done zero planning on sight seeing before coming, so almost every building looked like a destination to you. A particularly cute looking café seemed to manifest itself out of thin air and beckon you in with sweet drinks and sugary snacks. You order and eat greedily with the realization that this is your first real meal since being on the plane yesterday, and the waitress laughs when you tell her that as you flag her down for another piece of cake.

The café certainly lives up to the hype you make for it, but you notice the employees begin to clean and close things down, so you leave and thank them on the way out. You finally check your phone, hoping that Yeonjun might have sent you an apology or an update, but you see nothing aside from email notifications. Emblazoned by his actions, you continue on your exploration, opening the doors to a clothing shop with so much force that other patrons cringe. Inside, you buy way too many things to fit in your suitcase before traipsing yourself-weighed down by bags- into a nearby restaurant. Something about being in Korea had elevated your appetite to an extreme level, so your stomach growls as soon as you cross over the threshold. The place is crowded, almost packed wall to wall as patrons and employees alike bustle between one another.

The cute wooden sign reads “seat yourself” so you dodge and weave until you find a tiny table, just big enough for your party of one, hidden in a more private corner of the restaurant. An employee spots you and yells out that he’s going to go get a menu, so you content yourself with people watching in the meantime. At the table diagonal to you, you spot a woman who looks just about the same age as you. Her hair is carefully waved; a deep, shiny brown that flows just down to the top of her chest. Every feature you can spot is immaculate and it makes you feel sick. Her nails are perfectly manicured, not a single chip or hang nail in sight, while your own nailbeds are torn up and bloody as a result of nervous picking. A weird, unwelcome acidity crawls up the back of your throat and demands to be acknowledged, makes your eyes burn with envious tears as the waiter finally delivers a menu and you wonder why you can’t just look that put together and perfect. After you order you can no longer stand to look her way anymore, angry at the fact that you were so resentful of this stranger.

Your waiter drops your food and utensils with polite haste but you aren’t nearly as hungry as you were before. Noodles and broth swirl around your spoon as the steam rises into your face, paying more attention to the bustle of the open kitchen where you spot a fun streak of vibrant pink hair. Whoever is donning it must have had it done recently. There’s a few small patches of pink dye spotting the back of their neck and it’s quite endearing to think about until you remember- Yeonjun was supposed to be dying his hair pink soon, and that tall frame and broad back look suspiciously familiar, and he still hasn’t sent you any texts, and you think that maybe he was just getting some takeout and heading back home but then he turns away from the counter and heads to your corner of the building. Your mouth goes dry, all the air still and stale in your lungs as his eyes land on yours. He looks away and then looks back again, double taking as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. As if he hadn’t been the one to invite you out to Korea, as if you hadn’t shared a bed last night. And then he moves, finally, walks away from the counter and toward your table with a tray piled with food and your heart hammers against your ribs as he walks right by and settles into the seat across from the perfect girl. She smiles wide as he unloads the food and settles in.

There’s nothing you can do but stare and fight the sting of your eyes until your waiter comes back around, notices your untouched food and asks if you want a takeout container. You say yes loud enough for Yeonjun to hear, and you can see him flinch but you know he won’t turn around. Not in public, with all these people around. Not when he’s an idol and you’re just a normal girl- a fucking tourist- and not when Miss Perfect is giggling her perfect laugh at whatever he just said.

The air outside is cold and it stings. Your face is wet but you don’t try to hide it. You don’t know any of these people, and they will never see you again. They probably won’t even remember that you cried on the walk home, weighed down with bags of food and clothes and the knowledge that Yeonjun was lying.

When you return to the dorm Beomgyu, Soobin and Taehyun are hanging around the living room, watching something on the television.

“Hey- where’s Yeonjun? He said he was going to dinner, we assumed he was meeting you.” Soobin asks, his tone cautiously trying to hide his confusion.

“Well, I did go to dinner,” you lift up the bags on your arm, “and so did Yeonjun. At the same place.” Your voice clips and you take a moment wonder if you should go on until Beomgyu mutters a soft “oh”.

“Well, here’s some food.” The plastic bag thuds on the coffee table. “Not hungry.”

----

You don’t know what time it is when Yeonjun decides to come back, but you have no plans of acknowledging his presence. The room is dimmed, only a bedside lamp left to keep you out of total darkness. You are perfectly content to simmer in your own anger for the night, let him feel it radiate off of your back the whole time you sleep. Until he has the audacity to ask, “Hey, what’s wrong?” You see red in the dark room. Your fingers clench into the pillow, making a victim out of the poor feathers and fabric as you contemplate throwing it at his head. His new hair looks even nicer in the low light; nearly fluorescent and falling in a perfectly styled arc around his face.

“Don’t do that. Act like you don’t know.” You spit. Yeonjun says nothing but he clears his throat awkwardly, as if he’s about to make an argument, but you beat him to it.

“At least tell me who she is.” You try to hide the waver of your voice but it’s already there to stay.

“She’s no one! I’m not really supposed to tell anyone about it yet, the guys don’t even know-”

“They don’t know what? That you’re keeping two different girls in your pocket? Can’t even commit to one for a week long vacation? Jesus, Yeonjun, If you want to...cheat on me, at least wait until I’m not in the country. Fuck, I can’t even call it cheating because you don’t even want to date me! We only met up again a few months ago, and we spent one day together! And we fucked and it was nice and it was fun but what the fuck was it really? I texted you today, you know, to ask where the hell you were, and you never answered. I know that your life is busy, but a warning yesterday would have been nice.”

“I’m not cheating on you! She’s not- she’s just, someone I- that’s not the point, Y/N! And I’m sorry I didn’t answer you, but I was really busy, and I forgot to bring it up and I’m sorry, but did you really expect me to hang around all day?” You grit your teeth to stop an annoyed screech from hopping out.

“Of course not, Yeonjun. I’m not an idiot. What I expected was some fucking communication. I traveled across the world to come see you, maybe even try to figure out what we are, and so far all I’ve done is wander around the city alone. This isn’t what I wanted to do! I’m missing a week of work for this! I didn’t come out here just to be your little plaything once you get home!”

“That’s not what I’m doing!” Yeonjun stands up from the bed, rubbing his palms over the back of his neck. “I knew you would never understand. You can never understand how busy this lifestyle is, and I guess I was stupid for believing that you could understand, and that you wouldn’t be mad at me for having to go do my fucking job.”

“I don’t understand? I don’t understand your life? Will you ever just admit that you only like me because you can mold me around your shit? When I’m back home you can call me at any hour that works for you, and I’ll pick up. You can bitch about your job and your friends and your company and all the pain you have but whenever I call you you’re tired or sick or just don’t feel like it. Guess fucking what Yeonjun. I’m here now. And we share a room and a bed and a city so you can’t keep me miles away and at your beck and call whenever you so well please. I’m right in front of you now, and you need to own up to your shit. You ignored me. Now you’re lying about whoever the fuck that girl was. You don’t get to be a prick just because you’re a famous idol.” Your face is hot and your hands are shaking. Sweat is beading on your forehead just like it did this morning and it makes you itch but you refuse to move a single muscle, hardened to the spot and staring Yeonjun down. You can’t even remember how the argument started, but all you know now is that you can’t stand to look at him any longer. His eyes are wide, bottom lip wobbling. Tears sting at your eyes and your nose burns and you’re ready to lay down or maybe chug a bottle of vodka.

“I’m going to bed.” You pull the covers over you even though you’re sweltering, turn off the bedside lamp with the switch and clamp your eyes shut.

----

Your brain never shuts off. Even when you slam your eyes shut and start counting metaphorical sheep, you’re still replaying the argument on a relentless loop. Yeonjun had left the room moments after you tucked yourself in and you had yet to hear the door creak to announce his reappearance, so it was safe to assume that he was sleeping on the couch or holed up with another one of the boys. Or maybe he went crawling back to Miss Perfect.

The room is suffocating; heat simmers off of every surface even after you’ve thrown off the sheets and the white walls are annoying you. If you ever talk to Yeonjun again it will have to be about his piss poor decorating skills and the fact that he couldn’t even manage to hang up some pictures to break up the never ending white. Your phone says it’s just minutes shy of 2 am, but what does that really mean when you have no idea what time you laid down? Your legs move before your mind decides where you’re going, seemingly possessed by the idea of leaving the room as fast as possible. There’s just enough time to shrug on a crewneck and a pair of sneakers before you find yourself under the blinding fluorescents of the hall that remind you exactly where you are. Tall, sturdy black doors stand on both sides of you, metal accents gleaming and boasting their contents. There’s no easy way to understand the layout of the building, and you assume that’s for the protection of the idols, but it also means that you completely forget the only route you know for leaving the building.

Had you taken a left or a right? Did you pass by the hallway next to the ladies bathroom or go down it? Had there always been a potted plant next to that office, or did all of the doors just look similar? Somehow, you find yourself back in the place you had first been delivered to when you arrived. The doors were slightly different here, some made of thick wavy glass that was vaguely transparent and others made out of the same black you had become used to. A set of three rooms with the wavy glass were right next to one another, and if your suspicions were correct they were all practice rooms, presumably empty at the lack of music. The thought of the rooms, empty and clean and sporting just enough comfortable furniture in the corner for you to sprawl out on. There was no way that sleep was going to overcome you, but at least you could feel secure in your loneliness for a few hours.

The metal handle was cold, chilling your sweaty palm instantly, but you’re met with harsh resistance. It doesn’t budge forward no matter how hard you push downward and lean into the door. Out of anger you try one more time, grunting and digging your heels into the carpet of the hallway.

“You need a card to get in.” A voice calls from what must just be steps behind you, and you jump embarrassingly high before turning reluctantly. Surely some poor late-shift cleaner or intern had seen you struggling with the door and decided to take pity on you before someone really saw you making a fool of yourself. You could only imagine what they were thinking- how they would go home to their pets or family or friends and laugh about the girl they saw throwing her entire weight against a locked door.

But in the split second your neurons begin to fire anew, you know that you weren’t lucky enough to be discovered by another normal member of society. On this already annoyingly unlucky night you come face to face with- once again- Jeon Jungkook. You flush immediately and pull at the hem of your shorts until they do a better job at covering your thighs. You’re still sweaty, strands of hair matted to the back of your neck and your forehead, and the fact that it’s sometime past 2 am and you’ve yelled and cried and tossed and turned and cursed everything that led you to this moment only makes you look worse.

And, of course, even though it’s sometime past 2 am and maybe Jungkook had also been sweating and tossing and turning and cursing everything too...he still manages to look like an angel. His hair is unruly, all loose and wavy and sticking up in some places. His outfit is almost identical to what you first saw him in, but this it was black instead of gray, and his sleeves are bunched at the elbow, only affording you half a look at his lithe muscles and tattoos. His lips split in the same toothy grin as he gestures a small plastic card your way. How dare he look so handsome no matter the circumstance. He’s so much closer than he had been before, merely a foot away from you in the narrow hallway. Up this close you can see how perfect his skin is, as smooth and pore less as Yeonjun’s and Miss Perfect’s.

“No, I don’t need it.” You dismiss his hand with a small wave, sour after reminding yourself why you were here to begin with.

“Seems like you do?” Jungkook’s voice was oddly small too. He retracts his hand halfway, making sure you could still take it from him if you want to.

“No, what I need is a new boyfriend.” You spit the words before your conscious can review them, before you can remember that Yeonjun isn’t your boyfriend, that he isn’t technically anything except a rekindled flame you traveled across the world for. Jungkook pulls his arm all the way back and his face softens. You know he puts the pieces together quickly and you can feel the sympathy pass through the hall. “Nevermind. I’m sure you’re busy, or need to pass by or- yeah, sorry.” You stand aside, press against the wall and wait for him to walk away, but he stays grounded and levels his soft but deadly gaze on you. It’s an unwelcome reminder that he’s one of the most famous idols in the world and you’re standing in the middle of his company building; tired and teary.

“Did you fight? Is that why you’re wondering through our part of the building alone?” He gestures at one of the doors further down the hallway, a solid black one, and you can make out a shiny plaque with his name on it and some cute little decorations taped on the wall.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t find my way around this place- I just couldn’t sleep so I wandered and I guess I ended up in...your part of the building.” You can feel the heat radiate off of your face as he smiles again, nose scrunching at your panic.

“Cute.” His nose wiggles one more time before he schools his features as if the word didn’t nearly knock you on your ass. Cute. Cute! He has the audacity to stand here in the middle of the night and call you cute. “Seriously, if you need somewhere to sit down or sleep, there’s a couch in my studio, it’s clean in there, you can-”

“Oh, no! Jungkook,” you blush stupidly at using his name, “I can’t ask you to do that. I’ll just circle back to Yeonjun’s and sleep it off.” The thought makes your stomach churn, the idea of trying to fall asleep in the exact room your almost relationship fell to pieces. Surely the carpet couldn’t be too uncomfortable-

“No, please, I’m offering. You look tired, and if you fought...well, I know how awkward it can be in the morning. Come on.” He walks away before you can protest and some other worldly sense makes you follow him. You never expected to be in this position, but you also never thought that Yeonjun would disappoint you so much. Inside of the partially padded studio is a surprisingly large sofa with a charming patchwork blanket draped over the back. Jungkook stands awkwardly next to his desk and picks at his fingernails as you sit down. You sink in to the couch and instantly feel more comfortable than you have in days, the soft scent of lavender and the warm yellow lights bring you as close to relaxation as you can get.

“I saw him with another girl.” You lose your filter again and Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “He says it wasn’t a date, but he also won’t tell me who she was, and the rest of them all thought he was with me so he’s obviously lying. We aren’t technically dating, so can I even be mad? He’s lying no matter what, and he didn’t even tell me he would be out all day or text me during it. But I also still have three more days to stick out here.” A few hot tears are slipping down your face and you can’t help but feel insecure about them.

Jungkook says nothing of the tears but chews thoughtfully on his thumbnail. He leans his hip against his desk, intimidating and sharp yet soft and handsome and sweet for letting you stay here and spill your anger into his studio. His socked foot taps on the floor in a rhythm unknown to you, and you can’t help but wonder how many people would kill to be in your exact spot. You notice a day-by-day calendar that’s quite a few days behind on his desk, and it makes you smile until he’s moving, lowering himself to the floor just a few inches away from your feet.

His fists clench- subtle enough that you wouldn’t even notice if the room didn’t feel so charged- and as he looks up at you, you see that a look somewhere between anger and pity paints his face. It’s embarrassing to sit here like this, so clearly under his scrutiny with nothing but your pajamas to cover you.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook finally speaks again and shakes his head so much that a few ebony pieces of hair slip into his eyes in a near-perfect arc. You shrug. “Really, Y/N. I’m sorry. That’s an asshole move, no matter who the other girl is. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, and after all the trouble you put in to come out here and see him-he’s lucky we don’t cross paths often.” He sighs and suddenly he’s sitting next to you on the couch, the weight and heat of his body making the situation that much more real and that much more odd. You must still have unshed tears lining your eyes when you find the courage to look up at him because he frowns. “Please, don’t cry! It’s the first time I’ve ever had a girl in here, and well, it’d be pretty embarrassing if she spends the whole time crying.”

A shit eating grin sprouts on his face as soon as he sees your lips upturn with laughter. It’s hard not to be grateful for the joke, so you laugh and thank him for trying to make you feel better.

“And thanks again, for the place to sleep. Or, try.” You have a feeling that sleep will evade you all night, no matter how cozy the room makes you.

“If you don’t think you’re going to sleep-” Jungkook stands suddenly and rushes over to his desk. When he gets there, he turns his wide desktop computer until it faces the couch and logs in. “Then at least watch some movies! Here,” he puts a wireless keyboard in your lap- “whatever you wanna watch, I have it all.” You hesitate for just a moment and then type in the title of one of your favorite films with seconds to spare before Jungkook throws the patchwork blanket over both of your laps. He sinks back into the couch and you follow his lead, careful to keep a good few inches of space between the two of you because holy shit, you’re sitting next to Jungkook, and holy shit he’s watching a movie with you, and holy shit he just saw you cry and he looks so handsome from the side.

You pay more attention to Jungkook than you do the movie. It’s funny to watch someone who feels so extraordinary do something as normal as watching a movie and realize that he really is human. And the way he crinkles his nose and widens his doe-eyes makes your heart stutter with attraction and then guilt at the thought of Yeonjun, who still makes your palms sweat and your heart shake with anticipation of his touch despite your argument.

But here’s Jungkook, being kind and open and raw and willing to stay up with you on this random sleepless night although you only met by chance mere hours ago. And his kind eyes widen and narrow and crinkle when he laughs at the movie, and he offers you a second blanket and a throw pillow when your eyes get too heavy for you to focus, and you don’t think that you’re imagining things as you feel gentle fingers comb through your hair.

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Your head feels like it’s filled with cotton when you wake up, confusion soaks your senses as you piece together where you are and how you got there and who’s lap your head is laying in. As if he could read your thoughts, Jungkook lets out a long and loud groan from above you. Clearly he had fallen asleep where he is now, head lolled against the back of the couch and a throw pillow folded between his arms.

“Good morning.” He drawls, voice still deep and thick from slumber. Out of all the things you never thought you would do, waking up to Jungkook is near to the top.

“M-morning.” You manage to call back as you run your hands over your face, hoping to absolve yourself of any evidence of shock. Jungkook’s studio is just as welcoming as it had been to you last night, but now a deep sense of guilt creeps through you. Yeonjun might have woken up by now, maybe he was ready to talk and try to make things better, maybe he’s been calling and texting you and you haven’t seen any of it. Your phone is nowhere to be found as you dig around in the blanket, a noise of distress clawing up the back of your throat. Heart pounding, you put a hand underneath the couch and slide it back and forth until your fingers graze over the cold, hard mass that must be your phone. As soon as it’s in your grasp you can see that the time is just a few minutes past 8am, and that you indeed do have a few texts waiting from Yeonjun.

“Oh, Jungkook, thank you again for-y-you know, but I have to go, do you mind showing me which way to go?” Poor sense of direction had landed you here to begin with, and you wouldn’t let it make this problem any bigger again. Thankfully he doesn’t protest; just waits by the door as you straighten out your pajamas. Out in the hallway, the lights are bright and imposing and you recognize a headache from the late night is starting to creep up behind your eyes. No one really seems to be around to see the two of you, and you are nothing short of grateful for that when Jungkook makes a quick stop and you barrel into his back, face burning with embarrassment. He laughs as you sputter apologizes and wave for him to keep leading the way, but he insists on stopping and turning to face you. His face is puffy with sleep, eyes still scrunching against the lights, but they’re still clear and gentle and it’s hard to miss the teasing twitch of his full lips in such close proximity.

A wave of admiration crashes through you, followed quickly by a sickening feeling of guilt. Yeonjun was probably waiting for you to come talk things out, and here you were drooling over a different boy. “I’m okay, lets keep going.” Urging him on with a gentle push to his muscled back is the most you can do since you still don’t notice anything distinctive to lead you back to the correct dorm. Just a few more steps down the hallway and you can hear voices, overlapping shouts, and one voice you would recognize anywhere coming from the way you were about to turn. Before you even had time to open your mouth to voice your concern to Jungkook, Yeonjun is stomping down the hallway, a panicked looking Taehyun in tow.

His face is draw, sharp features heightened by either confusion or anger- it’s hard to tell- as he realizes who’s standing in front of him. The two boys are fairly evenly matched in height but Yeonjun still squares up, lifting his shoulders higher and craning his neck. You know he knows you’re there; you shared a moment of eye contact in the seconds before he leveled a glare at Jungkook.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Yeonjun spits, anger shaking the fists at his sides. Jungkook is shocked, you can tell even from behind him, the way he recoils just slightly and scoffs as if he can’t believe his ears.

“Look, this doesn’t need to be a fight. I was just helping Y/N get back to your dorm.” You’re amazed at how well he controls his anger, especially after seeing the anger he held back against Yeonjun the night before. You take this as a queue to step out from behind Jungkook’s frame, allowing Yeonjun a better look at you.

“Oh, before or after she spent the night in your studio? Just couldn’t resist giving her a place to stay. Someone to sleep with?” Anger flares in your stomach, lighting a fire underneath your skin.

“What the fuck, Yeonjun? Do you really think that I would-”

“Sleep with him? Of course. Why wouldn’t you? Look at the state of you two, don’t tell me you didn’t fuck.” There was simply no believing what was coming out of his mouth, and his words only made you wish that you had acted on the feelings you felt brewing last night.

“What if I did? You certainly don’t want me! I’m sorry I went looking for companionship somewhere else!” It’s much too quiet in the hallway after that, the only evidence that the world hadn’t stopped turning is Jungkook’s hand that comes up to rest on your shoulder.

“So you did.” Yeonjun rubs his chin, taking a step backwards in what you assume is disbelief. Tears creep into the corners of your eyes, stubbornly burning and forcing you to blink until your vision is blurry. Jungkook says something you don’t quite catch through the static buzzing in your ears. You feel exhausted, weak at the knees with disbelief at just how awful this interaction was going; so lost that it takes Jungkook shaking your shoulder to bring you back to reality.

“Please, I don’t want to talk about this here. Yeonjun, let’s go, please.” You beg, walking toward him before he even responds. The idea of being caught in this odd trifecta made you sweat. Jungkook protests but you wave him off quickly, assuring that there was nothing else he could do. As upset as Yeonjun was, you knew that he would calm down substantially once the older boy was gone.

The walk to the dorm is thankfully short, and Taehyun tries his best at making small talk while Yeonjun trails behind like a petulant child. As soon as you cross into the dorm you feel awkward and hot all over like everyone is watching you even though Taehyun is already disappearing into his room and locking the door while Yeonjun breezes right past you.

“I’m not playing the silent game.” You follow Yeonjun into the kitchen where he has his head buried in the fridge, making a point to rattle every bottle and package inside of it.

“Alright, fine. Then you get to tell me the truth.” His voice is softer now, much less elevated and harsh than it was just minutes before. “Did you spend the night with him?” It rattles your bones to hear the edge of hurt in his voice.

“I was wandering around the building in the middle of the night, and he was too- so I told him what was going on and he offered for me to stay in his studio, on the couch. And I said yes-” Yeonjun’s face crumples. “We watched a movie and I fell asleep.”

“Why didn’t you just come back? I texted you, Y/N. We literally just argued about communication and the first thing you do is run to a different guy? If I’m not good enough for you, just admit it.”

“I could say the same exact thing to you. Why am I here? Should I just book a flight home tonight and call it quits? Do you even want to try this?” Yeonjun cracks open a bottle of water and drinks half in one go, avoiding your gaze at all costs. “And I did nothing with Jungkook. Because I respect you, and whatever the fuck this-” You gesture between the two of you, feet apart, “is. Or was.”

“Don’t say that.” Yeonjun’s voice cracks, reminiscent of the way he used to sound on the phone when he called you at the end of the day. “I- I don’t want to hear you say that. Please.” A tremor of hurt shakes your bones, creates an unpleasant lump in your throat that you try and fail to swallow. Yeonjun appears to you now as similar as he did in your teenage years; uncertain and small and his wide, glassy eyes latching on to you like a lifeline. And you can’t help but remember how you used to be too; devoted to him and naïve about where life was going to take you.

“I don’t want to say it either, Yeonjun. I hate saying it. But we aren’t the same people we were all those years ago. We’re in two different lives, and as much as I want to be able to fit into yours...it’s never going to happen.” Your body weight feels suddenly too much, like you’re being filled with lead and sunk to the bottom of the ocean to be forgotten. Yeonjun finally closes your perpetual gap in a slow gait that seemed like it would last forever. His eyes are red, puffy, rimmed with unshed tears. Dark circles ring his eyes and you know they’re because he probably didn’t sleep last night either. His lips are chapped and dry, pouting in an incurable sadness. Your fingers itch to cup his jaw and litter him with kisses until he finally grins.

“Are you saying you don’t love me?” If any other noise had happened at the same time he spoke, you wouldn’t have heard the question. A stake strikes through your heart at the words, scarring your soul for years to come.

“No, Junnie. I love you so much.” Your bottom lip wobbles and you gasp out a sob, “I just don’t think we’re going to work this time around. We’re both too busy, and on different tracks, and I think we just have to be more r-realistic.” You have to close your eyes, unable to watch the way tears begin to cascade down his own face. “I’m sorry.” You stand alone, still and cold and clamping your eyes shut so hard that they hurt.

Yeonjun’s body molds around your form, tight and warm and shuddering slightly from his own tears. He smells like laundry detergent and musk and you shake with regret as his arms wind around your back and hold you as close to his frame as you think is humanly possible. Your tears soak his crewneck as the fabric scratches your skin. His heart beat is erratic, but you know yours isn’t fairing any better, and you can’t help but curse the universe for bringing you all this way with him just to shoot you back down.

“I’m sorry too. For not being enough.” His words rumble into your hair and you can’t even find the energy to refute them and instead just shake your head. Your head spins in wild circle as Yeonjun finally stops shaking underneath you in favor of cupping your face in tender hands, forcing you to open your eyes. His look felt more intimate than anything else you had shared before; a pure and expressive opening into his most vulnerable form and the knowledge that you were the reason he was feeling it.

“I think I should try to catch an earlier flight home.” You aren’t quite sure exactly why you say it, but Yeonjun doesn’t seem surprised at the notion. After all, there would be nothing to stick around for. He still had to work and you had no relationship left to hang on to. You hadn’t even gotten around to unpacking your suitcase. Yeonjun nods sadly, wiping at a few more tears before clearing his throat. His voice is thick, the evidence of his emotion loud and clear and your heart breaks at the thought of truly walking away from him.

“I’ll miss you, Y/N.” There’s no telling if he would ever contact you after this, or if you would contact him. Maybe the two of you will live with odd shadows of one another in the back of your heads for the rest of your lives- a teenage romance rekindled years later only to explode and crackle and eventually fade into the dark.

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spartanguard · 3 years

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untitled monster loving fic (1/?)

Summary: A mysterious event ten years ago left a number of people in Boston with unusual abilities and physical attributes...whether they like them or not. Killian Jones is one of them; so is Emma Swan. Are these things curses, or blessings? Will finding each other help them decide?

rated (eventual) M | 2.4k | AO3 coming at some point

A/N: So full credit for this idea goes to @thesschesthair and her ramblings on The Deep while watching The Boys. And since it’s spooky season, and monster f***ing is a thing, ideas started spinning and....this happened. I’m not sure where exactly it’s gonna go and ngl, I definitely borrowed a plot point from Static Shock, but...it’s here. (And there will eventually be some monster loving for real.)

The door rattled in the frame as Killian Jones slammed it shut; frankly, he was surprised he hadn’t shattered it, flimsy as it was. He’d probably do it yet one of these days, but not tonight—not when he was already making a beeline for the bathroom. He needed to get out of these stifling clothes once and for all.

Granted, all clothes did that to him, so this wasn’t a new occurrence, or born of any particular stress or lengthy day. He supposed he should be used to it after all these years, but not yet.

He tossed his jacket...somewhere, probably the sagging sofa, on his way across the flat, and kicked his shoes off equally haphazardly. There was no door for him to open to get into the restroom, and muscle memory told him where the switch was, filling the tiny space with dingy light. Only three of the four sockets above the vanity worked, and he’d been meaning to replace another burnt out bulb for...well, months. But less light meant it was harder to see the cracks in the ancient tile.

The one nice thing—the only nice thing—about this place was the tub; he probably could have afforded a slightly (very slightly) nicer apartment, but they only had stall showers, and he needed the tub. The squeaky knobs and the thud in the pipes as hot water poured out the faucet were familiar sounds.

He almost forgot to put the stopper in the drain, but managed to get it in there before losing too much; hot water was a precious commodity, considering the water heater was older than him. He wiped his hand dry on his threadbare jeans, wondering in passing why he bothered, but forgetting it.

Like he did every night, he took stock of himself in the age-spotted mirror. He supposed he was still what would be considered attractive, even if he mostly kept to himself nowadays. Dark hair, blue eyes, a bit of stubble; lean, muscular frame. The front he gave the world still looked like the man Milah fell in love with, before...everything. The shadows under his eyes and the weight of painful memories resting on his shoulders were more recent acquisitions, though.

His tshirt was mostly clean and in decent shape; like most of his clothes, he bought it second hand and it was a couple sizes too big. It had to be. He couldn’t stand the feel of anything touching his upper body—but at the same time, couldn’t be bare. Wouldn’t dare.

He wanted to tear it off, but first had to work off the mechanism that held his prosthetic left hand on. His fingers methodically knew what to do, even if the bit of webbing between them hindered his dexterity to some extent. Once it was off, he carefully set it on the counter—the only possession of his he treated with any sort of care—and then reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it up over his head.

For the first time all day, he found relief, and was able to take a deep breath. He closed his eyes at the sensation of finally breathing freely—partly to revel in it, and partly to avoid looking in the mirror. But then another breath made him twinge, recalling the hit he took to his side while working on the docks earlier, and he had to inspect it.

Sure enough, there was a bruise—right on top of one of his gills.

No wonder it stung when he breathed.

God, but he hated to look at them—they perhaps weren’t as monstrous as they were right after the accident, but they were far from pretty. Deep slits arced on either side of his abdomen, the longest one sitting just above his waist and running parallel to his rib cage; subsequently smaller ones followed up his sides, ending just below his pecs. There were times he laughed at how well they framed his body hair, but those were few and far between. Scar tissue surrounded them from where the skin had healed when it first split, and he could feel the stiff skin move with every breath. It...fluttered, almost, rippling along with his muscles and lungs.

He shuddered at the sight and turned away, continuing to strip until he was naked. The tub was full, so he shut off the flow and stepped in. He sighed again as he sank down into the warm water; it was a balm on his aching muscles. He sometimes wondered if that was another side effect—after the accident, after everything, they’d gotten a lot denser, it seemed, and he was certainly stronger, his muscles more defined. But it also meant that he was always tired, always sore, always in some sort of pain, and he only knew of two ways to deal with it. He didn’t have the cash for rum right now, so a hot bath would have to do.

Unnecessarily, he took another deep breath, and slipped below the surface of the water. His lungs quickly adapted to the change, and he was hyper aware of the constant movement coming from his gills as they worked. He exhaled and started to breathe normally—at least, as normally as was possible underwater.

He couldn’t drown, but maybe his demons could, just for a bit.

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Emma Swan would never understand why the landlord kept locking the door to the roof; she’d just pick it again later. Besides, she was the only one that ever went up there, and unless the dude wanted to install a camera and evict her, she’d keep going.

She had planned on taking a long, hot bath when she got home, but some asshole had used up all the hot water. It was probably just as well; she kind of didn’t feel like dealing with the inevitable mess. That’s why she had her dollar-store spray bottle, right?

It had been dumb of her not to bring it up here, though; she could already feel the itch forming between her shoulder blades, making her shift uncomfortably beneath her leather jacket. It was definitely time to get that off. (The July heat certainly didn’t help in that regard, but she could bear the discomfort; she could stand that easier than the alternative.)

She easily slipped off the red leather and let it fall on the cracked concrete of the roof, leaving her in a well-worn long-sleeved tee; it was the only way to make sure that puting the jacket on was as easy as taking it off. Plus, an extra layer helped keep things under wraps. Just one of the many things she’d learned about her situation in the last 10 years.

(“Situation” seemed like the best term for it. Someone might call it a blessing; some might prefer curse. Honestly, it was more of an annoyance, so she figured it was best to use as neutral a term as possible.)

This was the part she both loved and hated: taking off her shirt. She knew it’d feel good to remove it, but it always hurt in motion. Oh well—like ripping off a bandaid. Quickly, trying to ignore the thousands of pricking and tugging points across her back and arms, she pulled it up over her head and let it fall on top of her jacket.

Now down to just a cami, she rolled her shoulders back and flapped her arms a few times. Yeah, flapped; what else was she supposed to call it when they were covered in feathers?

The biggest ones extended from her triceps and forearms, with smaller ones covering her skin from shoulder to wrist and between her shoulder blades. The tiniest ones blended in with her natural peach fuzz; the rest varied in size from a few inches to a couple feet and layered on top of each other like...well, like a bird’s wing.

She had wings, okay? But not like the kind you’d see on an angel in a Christmas pageant—freaking swan wings where she’d once had normal human arms. Even her hands vaguely resembled talons, but thankfully, it was easy to pass off her thick, dark nails as a really good gel manicure.

A few feathers drifted to the ground as she stretched, and she stared at them in annoyance, trying to determine if they were indicative of an oncoming molt or just incidental. She was incredibly close to catching a high-paying skip; she didn’t have time to be laid out with a molt for a week.

(Those were the weeks she did label it a curse. Last year, it had overlapped with her period. To make a long story short, she was now banned from ordering at the pizza place down the street due to some things she may have said to the teenaged delivery driver.)

She shook her arms again, watching in disdain as a few more feathers came loose, confirming her fears; damn. She did not need this right now.

A breeze blew in from the harbor, ruffling her feathers. Some foreign bird instinct leaned into it, holding her arms out behind her to brace against it. For a minute, she let herself forget about everything—her finances, her schedule, her ever-present loneliness, the constant weight of whatever this was—and let her feathers float on the wind like they were meant to.

Fuck it. She needed to fly.

Quickly, she undid her ponytail and threw her hair back up in a messy bun as she took long strides to the edge of the roof. There, she unlodged a loose brick, revealing a small hidden compartment below containing a white mask. It wasn’t anything fancy—the kind you could get from a party store any time of the year—but it did the job, so she slipped it on. It was best to hide your identity when you were one of the local cryptids, she figured.

(Maybe, one of these days, she’d meet another one; she somehow hadn’t in 10 years, but they had to be out there. They had to.)

Without any further hesitation, she stepped up onto the ledge, spread her arms wide, and jumped.

There was always a bit of fear that it wouldn’t work this time, that the pavement would meet her hollow bones and crush them—but then she caught an updraft and rode it up over the next building.

For at least a few hours, she could pretend to get away from everything, before the inevitable weight of her baggage brought her back down to the ground.

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Ten years prior

The explosion came from nowhere. Not that most explosions ever gave warning, and if it was going to happen anywhere, a seemingly abandoned waterfront warehouse was as likely a place as any.

The official report said it was a gas explosion; that was true enough.

Two fatalities were listed: the building owner, one Mr. Gold, who was inside when the blast hit; and his wife, Milah, who was just outside.

[She’d asked Killian to meet her there—he didn’t fully know why, but she’d asked, and he was at her beck and call. He didn’t care that she was married; he loved her, and she loved him.

She was scared; it was visible in her darting eyes and hunched-over position. But she immediately relaxed when he rounded the corner of the building and ran to him, immediately wrapping her arms around him.

Frantically, she started to say something about her husband—that he was inside, she was worried about him and her son, and she wanted to go somewhere—anywhere—when suddenly there was a deafening sound, a wall of heat, an acrid stench, and Killian was in the water, fire at the end of his left arm and in his lungs and Milah—where was she?

It took far too long to break the surface of the harbor, only to be greeted by a scene from a war film—and the undoubtable form of Milah’s lifeless body, under smoldering debris where the building had once stood.]

The number of casualties was unknown; only one person went to the hospital, due to losing their hand in the explosion.

There were more people in the area, within the radius of the damage, but most fled as quickly as they could.

[Emma still wasn’t sure why Neal had wanted to wander down by the docks; most of his deals went down in other parts of town, but she didn’t think too hard on the change of venue. The salty brine of the ocean was and oddly refreshing scent, compared to the typical smog and gas of the parts of the city they usually haunted.

It was kind of romantic; they were walking hand in hand, snacking on the Pop-Tarts they’d just nabbed from the corner store. She’d had a pretty intense craving for them lately and he’d been all too happy to oblige.

They took a turn down what looked like a row of warehouses in varying amounts of use; he seemed to know where he was going so she followed, taking note when he was starting to slow. She was about to ask what they were doing, but then a deafening roar screamed from the building across the street, immediately drowning them in dust and debris, and something that smelled like gas, but also not?

It didn’t matter; they needed to get out of there. They immediately sprinted off in the direction they came, not stopping until they were sufficiently out of breath. They didn’t dare linger in case the police wanted to talk to them. No thanks.

But, ugh, she’d dropped her Pop-Tart.]

The smell of the gas lingered—though it was only labeled as such because none of the experts could place it. It was more than natural gas, more of a chemical note to it—but it didn’t match any other known chemicals. Gas was easier to explain, so that’s what they went with.

Besides, that was the only thing that got hot enough to completely disintegrate human remains; what other reason was there to explain why they couldn’t find Mr. Gold’s body among the melted, charred remnants of the building?

The site was razed, but never rebuilt. But urban legend quickly grew to talk of a mysterious figure rising out of the shadows there, said to be his ghost.

(Or possibly something worse.)

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masons-cigarette-lighter · 4 years

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Jamie Goes Rogue (pt 1)

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles (AU)

Characters: Jamie Watson, Mason, Adam du Mortain, Nate Sewell, and Detective Isobel Greystone (Iso belongs to my girl @megan-the-canadian)

Pairings: Jamie x Mason

Rating: mature

Warnings: swearing, lots of angst

Word Count: 2190

Summary: Jamie decides it was a bad idea to re-join unit bravo and leaves--again.

Context: In this AU, Jamie Watson was the fourth member of Unit Bravo before Felix. She went rogue due to...disagreements with Rebecca and Adam, and despite her amazing friendship with Nate, and her “thing” with Mason, they weren’t enough to keep her around. However, she recently rejoined the team (not without protest from certain parties) to help her dear friend Isobel with the trapper bounty placed on her head.

Edit: So the text thread scene here is -technically- written backwards to simulate scrolling. For example, if you got a notification saying you got a match on tinder 5 minutes ago, and then got a discord notification 1 minute ago, the discord notification would be at the top of your screen. So in this story, Mason’s texts were sent the earliest (from what she read, there could have been more under his), and the 7+ missed calls from Nate are at the top because those calls are what she is getting as she’s scrolling. I had my roommate read this after I posted it and that concept went over her head, so I thought i would explain. Sorry for any confusion!

“You’re reckless, uncalculated, and immature! If I had any say regarding your “re-introduction” to Unit Bravo, I’d have you caged for going rogue in the first place! I’ve never seen anyone so ungrateful in my life!” Adam boomed at Jamie. Their sparring match had spun completely out of control and was now a full out brawl. She dodged a punch and came up, seething, “Why would I be grateful for another chance to be constantly disrespected, and threatened with my life when I even slightly disagreed with an order from my commanding agent,” she sneered. They really brought out the worst in each other. Jamie went to punch him with enough force to break a human’s jaw, but whiffed it instead, catching his elbow to her nose instead.

“See? If you think before you swing, you might land some h-”

Jamie’s knee made contact with his ribs, and she seized the moment of surprise to punch him square across his stupid face. He stumbled back, and Jamie started to take her hand wraps off. She was done.

However, Adam, having just gotten the wind knocked out of him, was not. He growled in frustration and ran at Jamie, only to be stopped dead by both of her hands meeting his chest and pushing him away.

“I am done!” Jamie shouted before turning to storm out of the training room. Adam scoffed at her and said, “You’re done? Of course you are. Anytime someone holds you accountable for anything you do, you run away like a coward. Running and dodging is all you’re good at,”

Jamie stopped at the door and whipped her head around to meet his icy glare with her razor sharp, violet eyes. She smiled. Not a warm smile, a wicked, cunning, dangerous smile that showed off her small pointed incisors.

“You know nothing, of what I am capable of,” she spoke low, venom dripping off of every word. “If you did, you would be wise, and bite your fucking tongue,”

Jamie slammed the door behind her and started stomping down the hallway to her bedroom at the warehouse. Rejoining Unit Bravo was a a stupid idea and she knew it. She could have run when she was found out in Wayhaven, she should have. She should have shoved her feelings about Isobel and the bounty on her head away, and not have even gone back to her apartment that night. She was stupid to think anything would change, but she hoped anyway.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

She heard a door open behind her, and knew Mason popped out to follow her down the hall. She could smell him. Cigarette smoke, rain, and a hint of Suave for Men. Damn was she going to miss-

No. She cut her own train of thought off. She had to stand her ground this time. She was leaving and she wasn’t coming back. Not ever. She couldn’t succumb to her feelings now.

She flung open her bedroom door, turned, and slammed it behind her. She waited to hear the sound of her door against it’s frame, but only heard Mason catch it and let himself in.

Damn he’s fast.

Jamie rolled her eyes and began looking for her suitcase. “Get out,” she ordered without facing him. He ignored her, and instead sat on her bed facing her back, admiring how she looked in her athletic attire.

“What happened?”

Jamie yanked her suitcase out of her closet and slammed it down on her bed, purposely barely missing Mason’s hand.

“Aren’t you supposed to have hyper sensitive hearing? I said get out,” said Jamie, this time with a little more force behind her words. Mason shrugged, and smirked, “Selective hearing,”

Jamie was ignoring him, and throwing her belongings into the suitcase, using supernatural speed to do so. Sure, this might be a waste of her limited daily supply of magic, but she was desperate to leave.

“What happened?” he asked again. Jamie still ignored him, continuing her rapid and messy packing. Mason furrowed his brow at her. What could he possibly have done to make her mad this time? He stood up, and placed himself in front of her suitcase. She ran straight into his chest and stumbled back, now even more irritated than before.

“What’s going on, Jamie? What are you doing?” he asks, crossing his arms and planting his feet. Jamie huffs and pushes past him, “I’m leaving,” she says. There was a tinge of hurt in her voice that she didn’t want there, but he probably didn’t notice. She wasn’t going to invade his privacy by reading his mind to find out.

He did catch it, he felt and heard his heart rate rise.

She doesn’t mean it, she’s bluffing and throwing a tantrum to make a point. She’ll be here tonight with a cup of tea and a bag of blow pops like nothing ever happened. He thought in an attempt to calm himself down. “What happened?” he demanded for the third time. Jamie zipped her suitcase and slammed it down onto the floor, the loud noise made Mason cringe slightly. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask Adam?” she sneers before pushing her way past him towards the door.

“That’s what this is about? You and Adam are at each other’s all the time, that doesn’t mean you have to leave,” Mason says, reaching out to catch her arm. He misses when she whips around to face him, her face scrunched with anger. Her hair, black as a starless sky, barely missed his face when she spun around, causing a gust of coconut, and campfire to flood his senses. He was momentarily intoxicated.

If she wasn’t being fucking insane right now I’d-

“That’s not why I’m leaving!” she yells, snapping Mason out of his trance. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“I’m leaving because Adam is a mindless buffoon with head too far up his own ass to listen to anyone else, Nate treats me like I don’t know how to control myself, Rebecca treats me more like a child than her ACTUAL child, I’m the butt of all of Felix’s jokes, and you” she drives her finger into his chest.

“I am done being your fucking cum dumpster, Mason,”

Jamie didn’t need to read his mind to know that stung.

She spun around before he could see the tears well up in her eyes, walked out the door, and started down the hall. She heard him take a few steps toward the door when she was about halfway to the exit of the warehouse. She knew she couldn't see him again, so she picked up her suitcase and bolted out the exit in a panicked sprint before he could stop her.

She ran away. Again. She ran forever, until she couldn’t run anymore. This was the third time she had run away from any sort of family she had come across. Maybe Adam was right. Maybe this was all she really knew how to do. The fearless girl she masqueraded as was a sham. A bamboozle. A lie.

She shook the thought off and blinked the tears back and looked up at the scene in front of her. She had sprinted all the way to the big city outside of Wayhaven. She nodded and tried to focus on finding someplace warm to rest for the night. She couldn’t risk running out of magic and losing the glamour that hid her terrifying appearance to the human world.

Jamie checked in to the nearest hotel using the emergency cash she had left, and a stolen debit card. That night she would gather her thoughts, and make a plan. She didn’t need to be a member of Unit Bravo to protect Isobel. She could solve this whole bounty issue by herself, without the need to ask for permission from Rebecca, or Adam or anyone. Jamie was meant to work alone. No emotional liabilities. No sexual ties to anyone that would turn into emotional ones. Just her.

The buzzing of her phone brought her out of her thoughts as she got on to the elevator.

Shit.

She mentally scolded herself for bringing her phone simply out of habit. She answered the call from Nate, then immediately hung up so he couldn’t leave a voicemail.

The elevator opened up to her floor, and she walked out, her phone buzzed again with another call from Nate, she didn’t answer it this time, she simply pressed the red button and ignored it. In doing this, she saw the tons of missed calls and unread text messages from her now ex coworkers. Jamie put her phone in her pocket, and pulled out her room key to stick in the card reader on the door.

Smells clean.

She tossed her suitcase on the bed and layed down next to it, pulling her phone out to ignore another call from Nate. She also couldn’t help but scroll down the stream of the text messages and missed calls littering her locked screen.

-7 missed calls from: Nate-

Rebecca: Jamie, this is Agent Greystone. Please call me immediately, we need to talk.

-Missed call from: Rebecca-

Nate: I know you know I’m calling. Please call me back and talk to me. Please.

Nate: Iso just came back from your room. She says all of your things are gone. Please tell me this doesn’t mean what I think it means.

Buzz.

Ignore.

-3 missed calls from: Isobel-

Isobel: Why is all of your stuff gone? Is this what “she’s gone” means? Call me.

Isobel: I just overheard Mason and Adam screaming at each other, and I heard Mason say you were gone. He sounded pretty mad about it. I hope you two aren’t fighting, because I’ll kick his ass

Buzz.

Ignore.

Isobel: Never mind I’ll just go check myself, and I totally won’t use some of that super sexy perfume you had on the other night

Isobel: Is the tea kettle in your room? I can’t find it.

Mason: I saw you take your phone. I know you are getting these calls. Listen, you don’t need to come back, but can we at least talk about this? You know where I’ll be.

-4 missed calls from: Mason-

Buzz.

Ignore.

Mason: I would say I couldn’t believe you were leaving again, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at this point. At least you said goodbye this time.

Mason: I know you couldn’t have gone far. I’m standing out in front of the warehouse with your blow pops if you want them back.

Mason: This is stupid. Quit throwing a fit and get your ass back here. You have work to do, and we need to have a conversation.

Mason: You left your blow pops.

Buzz.

Incoming call from: Isobel.

Tears spilled over from Jamie’s eyes and her scrolling was interrupted. Her finger hovered over the green button, wanting to assure her closest friend that she wasn’t abandoning her, just working from afar. She clenched her eyes shut, pressed the red button, and turned her phone off completely. Jamie knew Rebecca, and she knew that the second she answered the call, they would ping her location, and she would be captured. There was no way she could fend them all off in the state she was currently in, she needed to sleep. Jamie stood up from her bed, opened a window, and chucked her phone out onto the busy street below. The phone barely missed a windshield, but instead shattered to the ground, and was run over multiple times.

Jamie didn’t get ready for bed that night. She just crawled into bed, in the same clothes she had been training in that day, and drifted to sleep.

When she was finished with her plan, all of them would kiss the ground she walked on for cleaning up their mess. Iso would be safe, and Jamie could finally disappear for good.

Jamie shivered and snuggled down into the covers even more when she felt an aching absence at her back. Mason was never there when she woke up, but he had been there as she fell asleep almost everyday now.

I’m alone.

No one was there to see her silently admit her growing feelings for him. No one had to see the tears slowly streaming down her face. Part of her regretted what she had said to him.

“I am done being your fucking cum dumpster, Mason,”

It was true though, she was done. She wanted, no she deserved more from him, but admitting that would mean the high probability of him rejecting her completely. She would rather have part of him instead of none of him at all. None of that mattered now though, she was gone for good, and she knew that whatever conversation he mentioned in the last text messages he sent would be him letting her down easy.

“You know there’s nothing more here, right? I don’t think I ever lead you to believe otherwise. If I did, I’m sorry,”

Jamie shuddered at the thought, and buried her face into the soft hotel pillow.

How fucking pathetic.

Jamie decided that she would allow herself a silent moment of weakness tonight. She was tired, and lonely, and pissed, and there was no one to witness it and hold it against her anyway, so who the fuck cared.

Tomorrow she would pick herself up, and get back to work. It was these thoughts that pulled her into a dreamless sleep that night.

#The Wayhaven Chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles au #wayhaven mason #adam du mortain #nate sewell #wayhaven adam #isobel greystone #wayhaven nate #Jamie Watson #wayhaven fanfic #wayhaven au #fae mythology #wayhaven detective #villian!oc

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matteblackstars · 4 years

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Nicholas x Tentacles : For Research

as requested by @catastrophicur fantasy verse + DP / sounding / throat fuckin’ / yes he’s a virgin / no its not written well, you know what, just keep walking, don’t look here

Nicholas scampered down the halls with the type of excitement that had nearly everyone he passed looking nervously behind. Short cleric navigated past clergy with ease, slipping between droves of prayer walks that ended in disapproving scowls and heads shaking in disappointment. Not that he noticed, because he got the aFTernOOn oFF~ For research. Which terrified everyone.

Due to prior mishaps in the dorms, Nicholas was given his own room well away from the rest of the populace just in case he summoned another undead bear or 30ft snake that he still couldn’t find or the time when gravity reversed itself in the mess hall or-- needless to say, when half the clerics came down with a curse that made them dance nearly to death and the other half frozen in time reliving their trauma in a void-like hellscape, he was banished asked to move his studies far far away and to notify the higher ups when he was going to be doing something potentially dismal so they could avoid it.

So when the final piece of his spell finally arrived in the mail, he was beside himself running through the gardens to get to the abandoned wing of the church where he had been allowed to make camp. Dreary and a bit dusty, the large heavy door requires small thing’s whole body to push against and when he finally slips through, it opens up into a massive study. Books covered the walls and laid in haphazard stacks along the floor, papers spilling with ancient languages and symbols, candles and floating colorful orbs illuminating intricate gold writings, bones, potions, skulls, vials, gems, taxidermy rabbit, a mobile of the solar system, a mobile of a different solar system -- everywhere one looked there was something new and potentially dangerous lurking about.

His desk held a multitude of messy papers and ink pots filled with ink that shifted colors (one that looks suspiciously like blood), and a single thick heavy book. It was the same size if not wider than the cleric himself and it takes a strained heave to lift the cover before fingers rushed to find a particular page. There. It only takes him minutes to shuffle about his room, moving stacks of things out of the way to clear space on the floor and hunting down the bits and pieces of spell components that involved ink, a single bit of bone, chalk, and whatever else. The item he had been waiting for came in the shape of a small crystal pendant. Some easily made magicked trinket that produced as manny mirrors as the holder desired in any shape or size. The spell had a tiny hand written note on the side that strongly suggested its use and Nicholas wasn’t entirely sure why or how this aided in the spell, but mirrors had their own magical properties that he’d mentally note to delve into. Tall and rectangular, he follows the note’s directions until the space he’s made is surrounded by them floating delicately at the perimeter with gaps enough he can slip through. He takes a moment to proudly smile at himself in the corner of one and then another few minutes to apprehensively stare at the complicated chalk circle he’s made on the floor, wondering if it was... too big. He wanted to summon tentacles, not the whole tentacle monster. Or did he??

There was a moment of doubt after everything was set up, last thing needed was the single drop of blood and ink to circle’s center, when his own eyes catch himself in a reflection. “Am I being too nasty for this?” Reflection shakes its head, of course not. It’s for fun. For research! “Getting a handy by a tentacle for... research?” You’re testing old magic that just happens to have the use of a few wiggly arms. “And if it doesn’t listen...?” Reflection chants back at him for research! for research! before short human is thoroughly convinced. For research.

Ink and blood fall with a deafening plop to its center, sleeves of thickly layered robes pushed up as far as they can so pale palms could press into the floor at circle’s sides, feeling the magic pulsate through limbs until incantation leaves the room silent. Chalk glows warmly, then dies out. The creaking groans of the walls and wood floor halting and little thing blinks, candle light flickering making the shadows dance and for a moment -- nothing happens. “WHAT” Disappointed bark has Nicholas flopping backwards and then forwards again to peer into the spell circle, sniffing bottle of ink and blood, wondering if it was his blood needed and-- well, that would make sense. Lips purse together, but the prick to his finger and the added dot of red leaves him full of expectation and.... noth-- oh?

Leaning close, he can see movement, like a plant breaking its way through the surface of the earth, a single blackish-red tendril wiggles its way through. Arms shoot up with an excited YES, gaze bolting about as if someone would be there to congratulate him on his small success before immediately leaning down closer with words of encouragement. Maybe it was shy? Weak? It’s ok bb, Nicholas is here~ “There there little guy, come on, coooome on~” Chuckle brightens his face, completely forgetting the whole intent of bringing this thing out, and more focused on the fact that it was tiny and absolutely adorable. It wiggles nervously, then confidently, growing in size until finally Nicholas is sitting up and staring at it face to face. It’s inky looking and curious touch tells him it’s slimy but even that’s just clear with an almost oil-slick like sheen.

“Oh the staff at the cleaning staff would hate this--ACK??” Something touched his face! Head snaps around and in the reflected circle of the mirror is another tentacle, breaching its way through with curious intent toward summoner. Then another- and another-- “oh. Oh no, that’s too many--” Even in the circle before him do more start pulling themselves through, shapes and sizes varying as thin ones twisted about thicker bases, others nearing with clear intent to grab and-- “OOoooohkay, nope, we’re just going to just, stop all this. Do you understand me?” It’s definitely more of a nervous plead than a command. “I’m gonna need your friends to just... go back to-” Since when was there one wrapped around his ankle? And lord they were strong--

“Hahaha-- ok ok, time to stop guys-- no-- no, don’t grab the other ankle, nooOOOoo-- I meAN IT--” The nervous panic was starting to set in as they took hold of each ankle that ignored his petty attempts at tearing them off and instead yanked legs apart with a loud yelp. The more he struggled, the more they seemed set on restraining him with their smooth heavy limbs, and even though feet kicked in an attempt to crawl backwards, his back smacked into the front of sturdy mirror that acted more like a wall caging him inside. Oil-slick slimy tentacles reaching from the mirror took their chance to drape over shoulders and slip into his neckline causing goosebumps across his skin. W-wait-- hey-- no no nO -- but the moment arm raises in protest, strong slick limb grabs his weak wrist, knee jerk reaction had frame twist to undo it, but all it does is make his free wrist captured. With arms now bound and ankles held taught apart, there’s a pause. Nicholas’ face contorted in frustration and then ultimately defeat as next tentacle wiggled across the floor in sly expectation over pants.

“F-fine. Fine!” Lips pursed together and things twisted in eager acknowledgement that had Nicholas bickering with it some more. “Oh- OH, So you CAN understand, fine! Just-- nothing too weird.” A mute point when he’s so compromised and a few more inky intruders start to tug and pull at his limbs until lower half is thoroughly spread and smaller constraints touch under clothes to elbow and knee. Another thicker one presses at his cheek approvingly, hugging against his neck in jaw as if that was some form of comfort before bold member slips beneath his pant line.

Now short cleric was... “pure”. Physically. Hands have enthusiastically explored himself and he was no stranger to relieving himself of his sexual frustrations, but this was the first time he’d had anyone but himself touch him and it showed. Any babbling he had done just seconds before cut themselves short and heart rate rises as warm limb grazed against him, sliding over balls and taint, between cheeks to come out the other side and wedge pants down just enough until butt sat on he chill floor and growing erection exposed if upper layers weren’t messily covering him. Something about not seeing what was happening only made everything more exciting, more nerve wracking as more eased their way beneath fabric to taste and squeeze gently over sensitive skin.

Anticipation and tinge of embarrassment has dark haired thing squirming with a single tentacle that wrapped around the base of him, easing itself upwards and back down again with ease. Then it moves a bit faster, others curling over sack with equally comforting tug, and it doesn’t take much for cleric to start breathing heavy against the limb that still licked at his cheek or try to hide behind elbows that were being raised ever higher by captors. It’s not until the smaller ones start writhing their way over the thick boys do things get overwhelming.

A long thin tip searches over penis head until it finds small slit to slowly wiggle into; gentle and curious, it presses in, waiting for any protest, and then out, repeating but going deeper while it joins brothers about the shaft, squeezing and releasing in an upward pulsing motion that has his legs trembling. It feels weird, tingling, and he has little control over how hips jerk desperately for escape or the friction at his wrists as tentacles tighten their grip there and at his ankles. Panting moans verge to the point of barely muffled whining, voice pitching and cracking with every wiggle as foreign limb slowly fucked itself into him. Another slithery blackish limb slid across pale thigh staying close to the crease of his leg before wrapping underneath his clothes possessively at his waist. Heat was pooling at the pit of his stomach with legs desperate to slam together, knees trembling as boiling point started to to get near. Panicked chest rising and falling, whatever this thing was, it realized he was getting close and started to move faster, wet suction growing stronger, and all too intrusive tip no longer leaving the hole it occupied, pumping with a dangerous speed that has Nicholas crying.

“Out-- Take it out-- Take it outtakeitoutplease-- PLEASE!!” Toes curled as he begged, overwhelmed tears welling up in the corner of his eyes before words are too complicated to say and tentacle slips out just as it gave conclusive squeeze and burst of cum decorated his stomach and thigh. Body jolts into silence that he’s finally granted release from his torture save for the echoed whine and pathetic needy whimpers that follow. Oh gross gross gross--! Shame is the first emotion to wash over him, embarrassment the next, and a tinge of fear-- why did that make him cum so hard?? Restraints give small cleric some slack and a welcomed relief as he tries to collect himself and palms smack tiredly against the floor. Head falls back against the mirror, hand resting on his chest with the realization that he’s been freed. Peace!! Peace at last -- mind evaluates himself and curious tug pulls clothes from over himself just to see the mess he’s left and that his dick was fine. Oh thank god. This relief last if only for a moment.

Single inky tendril slides sneakily towards his hip, feeling the air, attempting to take small tastes of his skin that Nicholas lazily tries to shoo away. Which was apparently the Wrong Thing To Do.

The show of weakness has the same limb thick and strong, snatch at fragile waist, yanking him downwards onto his back with a hard thud. There was no time to yelp because the moment he does, mouth is occupied. Fat and heavy, slimy member forces its way to the back of his throat, excited by impulsive need for human to swallow and tighten around it. It’s patient enough to wait for Nicholas to stop struggling, a minute before he starts to breathe through his nose and then it moves, languidly pressing in hoping to feel the velvety vibrations of fragile mortal’s moans which would come soon enough. Beast, monster, demon -- thing doesn’t bother restraining arms (not that they weren’t eagerly feeling over their hopeless attempts to escape) because its focus was too busy working complicated layers of clothes to get at the softer fleshy bits. For Nicholas, it was hard to fight back when his attention was at his mouth trying to breathe, muffled protesting shouts dying off, and tongue curling instinctively about its surprisingly warm weight. Thoughts were a buzz and buzzing faster when he feels protective clothes leave him and holy garb torn to make way to his chest. He’s not sure if he’s completely bare, it wouldn’t have mattered now that pale skin was easy to mark and already was starting to turn pink in the places where tentacles had clung and sucked onto.

A multitude of thicker limbs caressed over him, feeling at the highs and lows of bone and muscle, and with nippled exposed, smaller mandibles slithered their way to dance and play with them. It doesn’t take long for distressed breathing to slow, acceptance as refractory period was rushed to a close, and soft muted moan surprised even him. He liked this -- sharp flick against his chest has him pressing his legs together, messy thighs sliding against each other while he takes what’s in his mouth a tad bit deeper. If he could swear he would, wondering if it was the lack of control or the feeling of captured prey that had him creeping up on next sinful sound.

The tentacle at his waist smoothed underneath his back, lifting it to a small arch that Nicholas readily complied with, but he nearly chokes when lower half is flipped skyward. Thing must have sensed his tension and distraction came in the form of a strong thrust into his throat, a bit faster, a bit harder, then slowing down once the hands desperately hugged at the thing eased. Hands tried to grab for something else, something easier only to messily catch hold of the multitude of other tentacles that seemed to be joining to fray, curling around his legs that now hung over him. The embarrassment he felt before? Gone. Occasionally legs twitched and kicked, only to be haphazardly restrained while mandibles inched ever so dangerously close to the place no one has been in. Not that thing cared, it was busy coiling back over his hardening shaft, squeezing at balls and -- ok the embarrassments back when he’s hard again. Mind stimulated to a degree that was near overwhelming.

First to make curious prod is small, winding wet and slippery between exposed spread cheeks to tease at virgin hole, testing the waters and feeling his heart rate anxiously rise until breaching inward. Whimpered cry catches in his throat and once again legs try to right themselves with struggled jerk, back and behind wiggling in protest done more out of habit than need, but thick vice around his waist tightened and its tip pressed at his lower back so he was more firmly held in place. The one at his ass slid ever deeper, rhythmically pulsing at the edge, growing ever bigger the easier it was to stretch him wider, until it was finally built up enough to be fucking into him with wave-like motion that had little thing lightly bounding against the ground.

He’s melting into the floor moaning with little conscious need to hold back confused pitched sounds, every synapse bursting in strange new position when suddenly he tastes air. Deep breath gives way to shuddering sigh, tongue licking at wetted lips that had odd mix of saliva and mystery coating that had the faintest taste of magic to it and bleary eyes glance upwards to see the size of what was in his mouth now hungrily fall over tentacle-caged erection and taint to--

“NO. HnGNGgghH-- W-Wait-- No-- I-- I can’t--ah-ah-aHW-Wait--” whether thing could understand him or not, pleading fell on deaf ears and tip was already wiggling and nudging around hole that was still occupied by far smaller guest that started to move slower, a bit deeper so that thick one could more easily lick at edges, pressing experimentally until finally it gave way. Clearly excited, it wasted no time trying to push deeper, twisting sloppy and moist around partner that squirmed eagerly inside of him.

“AhhHHHhnNNN!!” Nicholas immediately became unabashedly loud. It didn’t hurt, not in the slightest, event as fat member stretched him far beyond the limits he thought was capable, both fucked into him with opposite momentums leaving him a mewling wreck, calling for names he’d only heard in dreams. it wasn’t nearly as nice to him this time around, the multitude of tentacles wrapped about his dick squeezing just hard enough that it wouldn’t let him cum as the two continued to move faster. The fullness was tantalizingly thrilling, he’d never felt this way even with what little toys he could get and he’s gotten so noisy with every rushed pant that left his sweat stained against the floor. The closer he gets, the more it tries to restrain him; wrists against the wood by his shoulders, one even found purchase at his neck, pushing chin upward so his unbelievably lewd cries have no where to go but echo off the walls of the room. For a minute, he even catches a glimpse of himself entangled in multicolored arms that all moved with eerie fluidity into him and he knows it’s him because when he opens his mouth, it does too and-- god he looks so obscene-- but so-- good---

Back arches with ready anticipation of what’s to come, a needy moan as one of the tentacles manages to brush against the spot that made Nicholas want to end it all and the smaller stopping its thrusting in favor of focusing meager attention on sliding against it while larger continued to pump in tandem with his breath. Teeth bite hard into his lip and he almost wished he could dig his nails into a person, but that sentiment is short lived when nipple is pinched and that familiar searing heat started to boil. He can’t hold back, he can’t -- he can’t--! It was too much! This was too much -- He can’t-- “I can’t--!!” Red flushed body burns and he’s slick with his own sweat and cum, tipping over the edge again with violent cry that shakes him to his core. Tentacles thrust hard and deep, the small bulge against his stomach visible if it weren’t for his release that fell hotly across chest and face.

Vision falls away and the tension he had held now released, leaves small thing empty and used. The things inside him twist and turn comfortably, lazily easing their way out while his waist is lowered back into the floor with a gentle thump. The others leave just as slow, taking their time over glistening body, licking across his neck and cheek where pearly white globs were smeared towards his mouth as they passed by before disappearing back into the floor, mirrors or... wherever they had come from.

So there he was left, breathless and disarray, clothes littered and torn, holy garb staring at him shamefully while he weakly sat himself up to survey the damage done. Covered in marks, ‘hickies’, bruises, sweat, oily substance, and cum, lower back tingling and feeling empty after having his insides just jumbled about; Nicholas quietly shuffled across the floor over mirrored circle to where the spell book lay, symbols and words still vivid across the page and he... tears it out.

He was going to keep this one for himself. For later. For research.

#no one fucking @ me #;; the curse of the holy ( cleric )#DONT EVEN LOOK AT ME #I feel bad for everyone on mobile #I don't have many followers on this account #but this is LONG

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fbwzoo · 4 years

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We just found a hedgehog outside and as the APH aren't native to midwestern US - I'm 99.99% sure she? is a dumped critter. What's the best APH housing that is relatively clean? I'll admit, I'm squeamish about bio just on reading, no bugs please. She can have them as snacks, but not housemates. She's got a 72 gallon tub and fleece for now, all we have, but figured it's better than outside and the cool weather. Also - what food? She didn't like the cat food, egg was yummy.

Hey, I just saw APE’s post and tag, glad I checked my asks too! Thank you for getting this lil girl inside, the poor thing. :( Definitely much better off than outside!!

First thing, temperature. Definitely make sure she’s staying warm enough - At the very least, somewhere between 73-80F is recommended, and relatively steady. I usually go for around 75F as a pretty good medium temp that most hedgehogs will be okay with. You may need to get a heat lamp and thermostat in order to keep the temp good for her - if you do, make sure to use a ceramic heat emitter bulb, not the bulbs that emit light as well.

For food, you may have a bit of a rough time with that at first. Hedgehogs can be really picky & usually don’t do well with sudden food changes. Since you don’t know what she’s used to, that might make things difficult. Go ahead and leave some cat food in her tote anyway for now. You can try getting a couple other brands to try - Petsmart & Petco usually allow returns within a month, though I think that’s on hold atm due to the pandemic (but they’re honoring returns when they do accept them again? Iirc the sign at my local Petco right). The main thing to watch for when looking for foods is protein percentages between 28-35% and fat percentages between 12-15% (unless she turns out to be a hard keeper & needs higher fat, but that’s rarer than potato hogs). Another option is Hedgehog Precision diet, which we’re using for one of our two (other girl is picky) - https://shop.hedgehogprecision.com/collections/staple-diets

Egg is a good idea though! Hedgehogs shouldn’t go very long without eating (more than 24 hours, really), so getting any food into her is most important. Scrambled eggs, cooked chicken, wet cat food, baby food are all good options to get something into her until you guys can find a cat food compromise.

For insects to supplement her diet, Rainbow Mealworms is a great site & you can get really good variety there! I tend to freeze most or all of them & feed them thawed, which works fine.

For her cage, when you can, aim for something that’s at least 6-8 square feet if at all possible. Vivs tend to keep heat in better, but are more expensive. C&C is a cheaper option if you wanna DIY. Totes work in a pinch, but aren’t my favorite at all. The only totes I’ve found that I’m willing to use for size are the ones we’re currently using for our girls - Christmas tree totes. But I’m not sure you can find them anymore right now.

For bedding, fleece is generally pretty popular in the States, but not necessarily the only/best choice for everyone. I don’t particularly like the store-bought options we have in the States though - paper bedding usually dries hedgehogs out really badly, and wood shavings run the risk of giving them mites. You can do naturalistic substrate without including the insects if you want - mix soil, sand, and Eco Earth to get the right consistency, but just skip out on the insects. You’ll just have to change out the substrate more often. I would guess spot change the most used areas as needed & then plan on changing the whole thing out anywhere from once a month to every few months, depending on how messy she is! Some hogs are good at mostly going in one place, some don’t care. Bioactive And Naturalistic Mammal Setups Facebook group will have more information if you wanna join.

Don’t forget to get a wheel! Needs to be solid surfaced and ideally 12″ in diameter. Handmade bucket wheels are the best, but can be a tad small, unfortunately. If she’s a small hedgehog, they should still work. If she’s bigger or longer, try to find something a little bigger if possible. Store-bought wheels are mostly not great, unfortunately, but Comfort Wheels are safe, if hard to clean & annoying. Avoid Silent Spinners (cracks catch & tear off nails), and ignore any advice you may see about inserts or covers to put on wheels - they’re just a bad idea even though they seem to be getting annoyingly popular.

And last thing - I know this may also be difficult at the moment with the pandemic, but try to get her in for a vet appointment when you can, to make sure she’s doing okay after her adventure. And it’ll be useful to have a vet on hand bc hedgehogs have a knack for needing them, especially at inopportune moments.

Good luck!! She’s so lucky someone nice found her. ♥

#asks #hedgehogs #hedgies #hedgehog care #long post #trippedmetaldetector

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tarithenurse · 4 years

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The good Villain - 4

Based on the prompt “You’re the villain and you know that you just want the ‘good guys’ to understand why”

Pairing:Loki x Fem!Reader (eventually) Content: Slight angst and sadness due to trauma, sexual innuendos. A/N: I’ll be updating more frequently because I’m a slut for feedback and I can’t wait to show what’s in line for you all :D Thanks for all the wonderful responses and reblogs! Seeing your names appear with each post makes me really happy.

Chapter 4

… Reader …

As days trickle by, you start to gather an idea of who your new prison guards are while they each take turn watching and “sneakily” questioning you. A few come close to something akin to subtlety (a female called Natasha, and a male with an interesting left arm), but they too have the disadvantage of interrogating someone who has nothing to hide.

“You admit to killing innocents…dozens of families on and off Earth?”

The tall blond male, most often referred to as Captain by the others, is leaning heavily against the glass. Fists balled tightly and chest heaving. He, at least, would never succeed in a game of subtlety. Too righteous. Now you have to listen to another of his rants about right and wrong and innocent lives taken – as if you had done anything but come in and clean up the damage done by pests.

“Oh, Captain, Captain,” you sing-song as you bend into another stretch, “haven’t you read any of the report?”

At this he pauses to look at you but finding your behind to be the most prominent point he neatly turns aside with a blush – a Terran response you have come to appreciate. “IF by report you mean the notes you’ve written? Th–“

“Of course that is what I mean because that is what they are.”

“They’re claims without proof!” Abashed by his own exclamation, he calms down a bit. “Besides…we haven’t translated it all yet.”

Now that makes more sense. “The Asgardians should be helpful there. Once the brothers have done their bit, I am sure you will be busy cross-referencing any statements with intergalactic records thus proving me…right.” Satisfied that you can not make the poor Terran change his facial colour further, you saunter up to the glass. “The longer the investigation lasts, the longer the threat will rage unchecked. Go-go.”

You watch him leave, tight-lipped and with broad shoulders shaking from pent-up frustration, before turning to the airlock where Captain had placed a meal upon arrival. As always, you ignore the bottle of water and turn your attention to the other items on the tray: cuts of bread with stuff in between (the wrapping claims it is a Sandwich), a fruit, and for the first time a puffed up bag. Even through the packaging, you can smell the salt, tempting you to devour those first. Would they poison me? Turning the little package in your hands, you cannot find any signs the wrapping has been compromised.

“I figured you would like those,” Loki’s voice informs you endearingly, “as an alternative to your own stash.”

You shoot him a quick glance where he stands by the comfortable looking chair, but his face in unreadable. “And I assume you want something in return?”

“Consider it a gift,” he smirks, “out of the kindness of my heart.”

Rather than eat in front of the male, you lazily reinvestigate the corners of your cage for the millionth time, poignantly filling up the silence with nothing. Two can play at that game, experience tells. Of these people, these Avengers, quite a few have mastered the concept of waiting for an opponent to talk to end the awkwardness instead of wasting time asking the wrong questions. You first, you will Loki silently.

“If you could break out, you would already have done so,” he yawns, giving in to a long stretch that shows off an unoffendable physique, “not only that…why let yourself be taken in in the first place?”

“Little me? Against all of you? Why waste the energy like that if I can get your help instead?”

The last part is neither meant nor received as a question.

A dark gleam dances in his pretty eyes as he gingerly steps up to the glass. “You’d hoped for the same when your own people came for the arrest.” Long fingers draw unseen figures on the barrier, but it feels like it could have been along your spine judging by the shivers racing along your skin. “No fight then either…why should we believe you now if they didn’t?”

Sneaky bastard. It is clear that at least one of your captors has gotten further studying and verifying you report than the others…unless Captain is a much better liar than you initially have taken him for. Nope, this is the one to play.

“I suppose…I thought you were smarter…” It is with glee you see Loki’s mouth twitch. “Less…blind to the facts.”

… Loki …

“Their dried out minds still cannot see the patterns!” he snaps a second too soon.

Oh, she’s good. It is difficult to gain the upper hand in a conversation with the Betan, and as much as it riles him up it also pleases Loki immensely. With perfectly groomed innocence, she has baited and caught him, causing him to reveal his own weakness in the process of showing off just how intelligent he is.

“Ohh, not only are you looking under every rock…” Her voice is sweetened sin. “You already see the shape of the monster hiding there…and it is not me.” The most delightful giggle escapes the lips. “Tell me, what do you know?”

No peace is left when he steps up as close as possible, their palms only separated by the glass that freezes over in gasps to obscure [Y/N]’s face from his sight. Get a grip. Schooling himself, it takes a moment longer than he would like to admit to calm down. Frustration? Anger? It hardly matters as long as it no longer controls him except…those ever-black eyes hold him so well.

“The missing vessels from the colony…the research station. You tracked them down.” For once she actually seems impressed, although the Asgardian notices something else too which he sets his mind to uncover later. “You followed in their wake as far as you could, am I wrong?” Not giving time to respond, Loki continues with a dismissal wave of the hand. “Half of the notes are crude calculations to establish the most likely course to a next target-planet while some of the rest are a tally and I dare say it’s of the monsters you hunt! The ones that killed your crew!”

He has been too swept up relaying the knowledge privy only to him that he only now notices [Y/N] has slid to the ground, knees tugged to the chest and at least one arm slung bracingly around to hold herself in. To prevent her from falling apart. Short clipped nails are digging through messy locks the colour of Asgard’s waters on a bright day. Listening carefully, Loki hears the first broken sob.

“It…it’s true then.”

A needless comment but what else can he say? That he will help her set it right? Make the Avengers understand and aid as well? Nothing can lessen the pain, share the burden that has driven her wildly while holding her down by its weight.

“What have you done?!” Her sobs are broken by terror, and for a moment Loki actually fears he may have caused her some sort of harm. “I am leaking!”

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pleasedontleaveihavenofriends · 4 years

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Revenge and Lust

This took me 7 hours. I wrote a whole fucking fanfic in 7 hours because I’m a simp for Bakugou and I’m a whore for Shigaraki. Kyrie is my OC, if anyone wants I’ll give more details on her another time!! I hope you guys like this

THIS IS ANGSTY AF JUST SAYING It’s also mostly smut.

I had fun being horny on main~

Warnings: Very rough, borderline abusive sex, blood kink, slapping kink, Katsuki does a cheat (with Ochako), General angst, abuse mention

Kinks: Breeding, Adoptive Incest, Slapping, Breeding, Pregnancy, Blood, Three-way, Voyeurism (shiggy peeping~), Double Penetration (Vaginal only)

Summary: Shigaraki Kyrie was used to the overly friendly attention of her big brother, having grown up with only him to love and protect her, so she never questioned his overly touchy affection until she escaped One For All and went to UA. She started dating Bakugou Katsuki to try and live a normal life, but things came crashing down when she caught him with her best friend, Ochako. So she decided to break him down and get her revenge.

Word Count: 11309

Ships: Shigaraki x Kyrie (OC), Bakugou x Kyrie (OC)

When Kyrie came to UA, trying to get away from All For One and his horrid experiments and demands involving her quirk, she thought she’d found her home. They’d taken her in, helped her get stable and find a new goal. A less… Family oriented and obsessive goal, even if she’d never mentioned her obsession with her own adoptive brother. She’d fallen for Bakugou Katsuki due to their similarly explosive and borderline abusive behavior, honestly. Her big brother had been the only person to keep her safe, her whole life, so it made sense that the person she’d settled on romantically would be him.However when she came home early from a study session with Midoriya and Kirishima, happily setting down her bags as she shuffled through the door, only to see Ochako and Katsuki’s shoes by the door, she felt her heart drop. Katsuki was supposed to be out on some hero intern trip for the weekend, why was he here? Better yet, why was Ochako at her apartment, with her boyfriend, at almost 2 AM? The short black haired girl froze in place when she heard very feminine moaning, followed by her best friend's name coming out of her boyfriend's mouth. She teared up right away and felt her heart shatter, she wanted to storm in and scream, cut him to pieces and steal his quirk, but she couldn’t. The broken shards filling her chest ached at the idea of hurting him directly… However, as she quietly closed the door and ran away from the apartment, towards the all too familiar bar in the more run down part of the city, towards the one person she knew would never break her like this, Tomura. Kyrie slammed open the bar door, her quiet sobs now broken as she screamed his name, her beloved brother quickly coming into view as she ran at him, hugging him tight. The pale, lanky male was in sweatpants, his hair messy and eyes wide with fear. “W-what the hell, Kyrie? Why are you back here!? If Mast-” She cut him off by looking him straight in the eye, her own round blue orbs steely and full of broken angst and rage. “I want to make them burn. I want them to suffer because they couldn’t stay loyal…” The tall male was shocked at the vindictive words coming out of the sweet, gentle baby sister he’d essentially raised. “Are you sure you want to do that? I thought they were your friends?” Her brother understood that she couldn’t just accept her father’s abusive treatment and morals because he made her, he knew all too well, since he’d been the one to hold her as she sobbed in pain from getting vivisected, from getting experimented on in the name of finding out her quirk limits… She’d been no older than 6 when they made him watch the experiments… When he’d known what her organs looked like because All For One thought that seeing what could happen if he fell out of line was a good idea, instead it fueled the young villain to hurry his plan, just so he could make it clear she was his to protect and cared for.But then she came to him, scared and sobbing after a particular ‘mission’ gone bad, and he’d helped her escape their caretaker. He’d taken her to UA and she’d enrolled, he did everything to make her happy, to make life better for her. And now she was back in his arms. He didn’t know who hurt her, but he was almost thankful for it, with the way she was clinging to him. The way her arms and hands shook with rage as she spoke. She was always too sweet and loving to stand up for herself.“Stupid little sister… Did the heroes break your trust now, too?” She narrowed her eyes before tearing up again, burying her face into her brother’s chest, she took a deep breath and sighed at his scent, a mix of sweat, rose and something she’d gotten used to smelling on her big brother when he was holding her, though she didn’t ever know what it was. “Clinging to me like this… I thought you wanted a normal life, with that stupid Pomeranian of yours.” She’d told him that, a year into staying at UA, with Bakugou… “2 years you made me wait, and now I’m just supposed to trust you’re not going to betray us?” The small girl snorted and clung to him even more. “Tenko, he cheated on me.” There she went, using his real name… the one that made him soft and sweet for her, the name that would bend him to her will and made him willing to kill the whole city just to see her smile. “I’ll make him suffer, then. Who was stupid enough to take him from you? Who thought taking the one thing that kept you sane was a good idea?” He stroked her cheeks softly with his thumbs, tilting her head to look up at him. “Ochako… My best friend.” He let out an angry growl. “I’ll kill them both…” She sighed and closed her eyes, nuzzling against his hand.“Thank you, Tenko… I love you, big brother!” She jumped up and kissed him softly on the nose, wrapping her legs around his waist as she hugged him tight. Tomura growled and caught her, his hands on her outer thighs as she clung to him, and for once she was thankful for her quirk making her basically immune to his touch. They’d realized it when he started training her to fight, when she’d withstood his hands with only small spots of decaying flesh, which rapidly healed over and closed. As she got older it dulled down to a small sting, no blood, though.She still felt horrible, like the boy she loved ripped her heart out and took a sledge hammer to her glass heart, but Tomura soothed the pain, made her mind numb and her heart fluttered. Childhood crushed turned to obsessions did that, though. He hummed and carried her to bed, he carried her up to his bed, tossing her onto it as he tossed off his sweatpants… He’d always hated sleeping in anything but boxers, even as a kid. It’d been completely innocent and platonic at first, clinging to the one person who showed him affection in barely anything during puberty though… It made his ‘brotherly’ affection a bit more… adult. That was part of why he’d been so fine with her leaving. He was almost 22 now, and she was barely 18. Not even in her senior year of high school yet. And yet he’d love nothing more than to pin his baby sister down and fuck her raw into the bed until she couldn’t think of anything but him. But Tomura was nothing if not patient with Kyrie, so he decided until she came to him for that kind of thing, he’d just play the loving, doting brother a bit more. So here they were, stripping out of her UA uniform into just her boy shorts and camisole from the day, laying on her big brother's bed as he stood there and watched her, in only his boxers. She didn’t feel awkward or shy, Tomura had spent hours cleaning her wounds before when she was fresh out of a new test, so it was nothing he hadn’t seen.“Tenko… Come cuddle me… I’ve missed you…” The small ravenette yawned and reached for him, taking his hand and pulling softly. He sighed and rolled his eyes before crawling on top of her, caging her body with his as he held her close, tight. Her soft skin pressed right against him, though he tried not to think about it, ignoring the throb of his cock as his little sister snored under him.And like that, a year of her infiltrating deeper into hero society began, she got her heroes licence, graduated UA and became one of the top 100 in the country, with only a healing quirk to help her. It was unfortunate that Kyrie had to pretend everything was fine as she went to UA, watching her friends all ‘protect’ her from the fact that Katsuki was cheating on her. She found out that both of their friend groups knew, they let her get engaged to Katsuki, pretending everything was fine if she didn’t know. She understood why they were afraid to tell her, she was so clearly close to breaking, mentally. Years of emotional and physical torture coming from your only parent tend to make you broken, unpredictable. She didn’t blame Midoriya or Kirishima, who were so torn up over letting her stay that they’d stopped hanging out with her, feeling so guilty. Ochako kept on hanging around her like nothing was wrong, smiling and laughing with the small chubby girl. Kyrie felt sick every time she saw her now, happiness on her face but disgust filled her to the core. Katsuki almost never asked for sex anymore, which she was grateful for, but that also meant she saw him less, she knew he wasn’t on patrol as much as he said, but she also didn’t want attention on her, at least not right now. So when he did, she was forced to let the man she quite literally was planning to make miserable touch her, to make love to her. He always said he still loved her, smiling and hugging her close. Kyrie was convinced he just loved how stupid and naive she seemed to him.He pulled out of her, rolling off the condom and tossing it into the trash before holding her close. He took in a deep breath, only to freeze. She knew she smelled like Tomura, who smelled nothing like Katsuki. Katsuki smelled sweet, thanks to his quirk, almost like candy. She smelled musky and masculine, with the slight hint of rose. He sat up and looked at her, his eyes cautious. “You smell different…” She hummed and stood up, tossing on her clothes before standing and walking towards the bedroom door. Katsuki caught her wrist and looked her in the eyes, his own worried and alarmed. “Kyrie, we need to talk about this! That’s not your smell, that’s someone-” She pulled her arm away from him, walking towards the apartment door. The same one she’d caught him in a year ago.“I’m trying to use less perfume and stuff.” She shrugged and started putting on her shoes and double checking her utility belt. “You’re gonna be home tomorrow, right? I mean, it’s our anniversary so I was gonna make you some dinner.” Katsuki scratched his neck and smiled shyly at her. He was always like this, pretending to care and acting sweet. “I have more patrol assigned tomorrow. You’d know that if you listened to me. I told you all week. But you were busy with your own hero work, so it’s fine!” She smiled and kissed his cheek, ignoring the bile in her throat as he hugged her.She was intentionally making him feel guilty, since he knew he’d been with Ochako during his free time. “You’ve been pulling so many extra shifts I figured I’d take more too, I honestly forgot that was tomorrow. I can’t just call in sick now, they’re depending on me…” He sighed and let her go, fluffing her hair. “Fine, I’ll just… Find something to do…” Kyrie smiled and closed the apartment door, leaving the complex as she made her way towards the bar, casually of course, she really was supposed to be on patrol, but a sneaky visit to her beloved brother wasn’t so bad… Not compared to trading integral secrets of hero society for cuddles and not so brotherly affection. She stopped in front of the bar door and stepped in, smiling as Toga launched up and hugged her tightly. “I’ll go tell the hand pervert you’re here, Kyrie.” Dabi stood up and walked upstairs, only to come right back down. “I can hear him moaning from the other end of the hall, nope.” Kyrie blushed and laughed. “He’s busy, not a good time then, huh?” Dabi laughed and rolled his eyes. “Toga what was that about how she acts around Shigaraki?” Toga smirked at the other female and her hips a bit. “She wants her big brother to plow her into the bed~” Kyrie turned bright red and playfully punched Toga. “Shut up! I don’t- Ugh. Whatever. I was just stopping by on patrol, figured I’d tell you guys that there’s nothing new in person. Just those two idiots acting like I haven’t caught on. Especially Bakugou. He was planning a cute dinner date for our anniversary, y’know.” The blonde girl sighed and sat on the bar stool next to them, spinning a bit.“Shame, I bet he’s amazing in bed… Too bad he’s a liar.” Toga growled out before smiling at Kyrie. “Shigaraki says he’s a moron for hurting you, let alone letting you go.” The black haired girl hummed and sat too, rolling her eyes. “Oh he thinks I’m still his stupid little sweetheart, pliable and compliant for him.” Kyrie blushed a bit. “And before touching him made me want to vomit, yeah he was amazing in bed…” She growled and stood up. “Gotta get on patrol before the idiots notice, tell big brother not to sleep in his mess for me Toga, he gets weird when he does that~” And with that the healer hero was back into her guise of a sweet, loving hero.Patrol was quick, no problems coming up in her sector, though they never did, the villains seemed to avoid her area, thanks to Shigaraki’s threat on their lives. Kyrie stepped into the apartment and smelled peach candles, only she hated peach. Of course she knew that’s all Katsuki had, since he was always buying them for Ochako. Trying to make a cute date with his fiancee using the candles his lover likes, she felt sick. It almost immediately put her in a bad mood. “Katsuki… What’s this?” She tried not to glare at him.The explosive blonde jumped and turned to face her, setting his phone face down. Texting Ochako as he was trying to gain her favor, what the hell? He smiled and hugged her. “You said you’re gonna be busy tomorrow, so I figured if you had no problems I’d just make our date tonight.” She laughed cutely, hugging him. How badly she wanted to enjoy his hugs and kisses again. She could crush his whole world right now, just tell him she knew…That she knew and had betrayed them all, that she’d been sleeping almost naked next to her big brother, who’d kidnapped and tried to kill Katsuki multiple times… That she’d asked him to since she’d found out he cheated on her, and that’s why his sector was so chaos filled and required so many heroes patrolling, while she ‘took care’ of Shigaraki’s hideout sector, hiding her brother from the heroes as the Shigaraki siblings planned to take them down. It was a sick satisfaction, knowing when he came home beaten and almost dead that she’d caused that, having told Tomura that he’d be on patrol and exactly when Katsuki had left just so she could play the loving fiancee and make him feel guilty for cheating and breaking her heart.Even if he thought she didn’t know, she could see the guilt in his eyes when she helped heal him, or did something sweet and amazingly thoughtful. He thought she was being the loving soon to be wife, while she took the chances to distract him from the coup she was planning with her big brother and his organization. She decided, she’d waited long enough. She’d ruin his life in a week, with the easy part coming in the morning.Right now, she needed to seduce him and get him to pass out, before anything. She bit her lip and looked up at Katsuki, pressing against his chest. “As much as I love your cooking,” She had loved his cooking, once. Now she just ate cup ramen and food from cans. “I’d rather have you~” Another lie, she’d loved it when he touched her before, it made her feel loved and safe. But now it made her want to vomit and sob with still fresh heartbreak. She knew it wouldn’t go away until he’d suffered like she had. He’d ruined her trust in heroes so easily, so now she’d break his world just like he did to her.“I love you, Kyrie… So much.” He picked her up and walked to the bedroom, the amazing meal he’d made long forgotten few hours later, Kyrie walked into the kitchen and picked up his phone, taking screenshots of his conversations with Uraraka before sending them to Shigaraki via some program he’d written just for her to use. -Baked-Bean: Here, send these to my phone, I’ll take care of the rest~ Definitely play up the ‘didn’t want to get involved in your new life but I’m such a loving brother’ act, so I can dismiss you interfering. I can ruin his reputation that way~ Chapstick-Gremlin: Ugh. Fine. Go fuck yourself… Chapstick-Gremlin: I love you, Kyrie. Baby-Baked-Bean: I love you too, Tenko~ In the morning, Kyrie made it a point to start sobbing and crying, waking up Katsuki with a start as he came running, in just his underwear. “Babe! What’s wrong!?” She threw her phone at him, it missed and hit the wall, shattering. Good. “Okay, you’re upset. What happened?” He perked up. “Did they finally catch that damn villain?” Shigaraki and he had developed a rivalry with ease, considering Katsuki claimed to love her and Shigaraki really did.“You cheated on me! With Ochako!” She sobbed and hid her face, playing up the betrayed act. Now that she was established as an amazing and loving person in hero society, she’d have no problem breaking his reputation, while a year ago no one would have believed her and called her a liar and a villain. She’d saved so many lives, just for this moment, to see the look of broken shock cross his face. He knew exactly what she meant, and he knew if she was bringing it up, she’d seen enough evidence to damn him. “Kyrie-” She sobbed again and covered her ears. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for it to happen! We just… I didn’t want to pressure you into sex, not after everything you went through! Especially with how you talked about your creepy brother!” She glared at him, snarling. “You cheated on me because of my brother!? Because you didn’t want to pressure me into sex!? Then why are they RECENT, Katsuki!? Tell me that!” She sobbed and threw a pillow at him, she was standing and pacing now. “Just get out! You can’t justify leading me on for years, Katsuki! I loved you, and you just… Betrayed me like this!” She let out a broken sob as she crumpled to the floor. Katsuki picked her up, setting her on the bed as she smacked at his hands, at least until he got on his knees and rested his face on her leg, sobbing. “Please don’t leave me! God. I fucking love you. Kyrie I’ve never said this honestly but... I fucked up, and I kept fucking up but I don’t love her!” She let out a small sob and looked away from him. “You don’t love me either, Bakugou. If you did, it would have just happened once! Not for a whole year!” She glared at him. “You think I didn’t notice? The little smirks at your phone, coming home late, missing dates for sudden jobs, and worse when I called your agency they told me you had the day off! I’ve known Katsuki! That’s not my fucking problem!” She shoved him back, standing up and walking past him as she got dressed. “Now someone else who has the motive to ruin you does… You were reckless, and now if I want to keep my rank… Someone needs to be the bad guy in this… Neither of our fans will just let this go… It’ll either be my fault as the fucked up trauma case or you’re going to get blamed for being a horny pig… And I’ve worked too damn hard to go out like this!” She slapped him as he got up. Hard enough to make his head snap to the side, what made her feel the slightest pang of regret, was his next move. He didn’t yell, or get upset like she’d expected…He *smiled* at her, tears running down his face as he sobbed. “I know… I don’t blame you for it, either… It’s a dark business we’re in, huh?” She glared at him, now he’d taken her right to feel angry. She wanted him to try and make her the bad guy, not make her feel pity for him. She wanted to coo at him. Tell him it was fine and she still loved him, but she’d told him when they got together, if he ever loved anyone else, it’d ruin her… And she didn’t know what that would do. That’s how she was justifying this… She’d warned him.“I never thought I’d have to make good on my promise, Katsuki… I expected more from you… I wanted a family with you… I love you. And now I need to do this…” She let out a small hiccup, only to glare at him. “It’s your fault!” She shoved him again, this time towards the door. “Get out!!” She screamed and he took his clothes, dressing quickly before leaving. She only let it all out when she heard the door close.She sobbed for a good while, finally letting it out. Letting out the hurt she felt. There was no satisfaction in revenge, she realized. Just a kind of sick amusement at hurting someone else like they hurt you. She finally stopped crying and called up Midoriya, yet again playing up the broken fiancee act. Once again her rage built up as Midoriya made a fool of himself, apologizing and begging her to forgive him, as if she was mad at him of all people. “I’m not upset with you Izuku… You’re the person I’m the least upset with…” She sighed and rubbed her face. “I need to make a statement before the press gets ahold of this…” Midoriya sighed on the other end. “The fans are *not* going to be happy…” Kyrie was eating breakfast, her voice conveyed hurt and betrayal, and yet she was just carrying on with life like nothing happened as she picked out an outfit for the sudden interview. ***News Report*** This morning fans of Pro Hero on the rise Healer Hero: Nephilim were shocked to find her accounts on social media had been hacked and the notorious villain ring leader, Shigaraki Tomura had posted screenshots of Ground Zero’s scandalous affair with Uravity! Exclusive Interview to be live streamed in two hours with the three heroes themselves, done separately of course… Wouldn’t want a fight to break out in the studio!” ***News Report*** Shigaraki felt nauseous as he watched his baby sister sit there, her cute pink sweater and adorably styled hair making her seem sweet and innocent, while her long bright pink skirt was wrenched around in her hands, a tell tale sign of anxiety. Her face was red, she hadn’t even bothered with makeup to hide the tear stains nor did she try to hide the pain on her face. She’d just been cheated on, why should she hide it?Kyrie looked up at the reporter and gave them a weak smile. “It’s our anniversary today… 3 years… God I’m stupid huh, a whole year, he’s been cheating on me!” She smiled through the tears, the live chat blowing up with words of support, so different from the interview done just minutes ago with Bakugou. He’d intentionally spun his story into her favor, making himself sound bad… Just for her. And she was here making him look worse.The reporter gave her a sympathetic smile and patted her arm before handing her a box of tissues. “I didn’t think I could cry anymore… I want to blame Tomura… But I know this is just his way of looking out for me… I’m his baby sister after all… And he can’t stand ‘Suki… Ah, Bakugou, I mean.” The live chat blew up again, saying that she was stupid for believing a villain, while the majority supported her. She read the chat and glared at the camera. “I believe him with ease because he’s the one who saved me from my father’s abuse. He got me out of that life and I love my brother for it! He would never lie and hurt me like this.” Kyrie smiled and sighed, knowing it was true made her feel at ease. A question came up on chat. Do you still love him? The question was anonymous, but she almost immediately broke down into sobs, and they weren’t even fake. “I won’t lie… I love him so much It hurts… Katsuki was my everything, and he hurt me like this… For what? Because I didn’t want to have sex after getting out of a majorly abusive situation? After-” Kyrie paled a bit… “I can’t believe I’m about to admit this… A week before the sports festival, when I made my debut at UA… I was attacked, almost killed. My brother decided to get me out after that, and I met Katsuki, he told me he understood… And he loved me anyways… But now I know the truth… It doesn’t make it hurt less.” The reporter sat up and began the interview, the timer for questions and interactions running out. They asked basic questions, what she planned to do now, who she was staying with, what she was going to do about the hate she’d received. And she answered with ease as she lied and made herself sound so sweet and dedicated to her job as a hero. And while she wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to save people… She didn’t believe in heroes anymore, but saying that to her fans wasn’t wise. Before the interview wrapped up, Kyrie was debating something once again. “I wanted to kill myself, you know… But my quirk would have just fixed any damage I did… So I just decided to throw myself into work, y’know.” The reporter hugged her as she left, apologizing in person, saying she shouldn’t have to deal with such a horrid betrayal. Kyrie left and went to the apartment, finding Bakugou packing his things. “Bakugou…” Katsuki perked up and looked at her, seeing her tear stained face made him feel less upset about his own. “Hey… So it’s all in the open now, huh?” She sighed and fluffed her hair. “Yeah… It is, Katsuki.” He let out a sad whimper when she said his name. He stepped towards her, holding her face as he kissed her goodbye. “I’ve got all my stuff out… I really do still love you, you know… I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone again… Not after having someone as amazing as you…” She smiled sadly at him, pressing a hand to his cheek.“And I’m glad a lying cheater like you is finally out of my life.” She stepped away from him and went to the fridge, grabbing a canned tea. He froze and looked at her in shock. “You know, making you feel so horrible and guilty was easy, after I heard you two fucking on our last anniversary I decided to make you as miserable as you’ve made me… To tear down any good reputation you had and make the world know what kind of person you are…” She smiled at him, her eyes dark and dangerous. “I guess years of abuse really did fuck up my head after all~”Katsuki narrowed his eyes, confused and hurt as he crossed his arms. “W-what?” She laughed and sipped her tea. “Katsuki. I ruined everything you’ve worked towards, everything you live for is ruined, just like you shattered my dreams with you.” She sat on the stool by the counter. “Only… No one will believe you if you say that now~ You’re an established liar and pig.” Katsuki was in shock, there was no way his sweet loving girlfriend would just… Ruin him like that. But then he realized he'd been her last lifeline, along with Ochako. And he’d cheated on her, with her only other friend who really knew anything about her life with All For One. She’d gone deep into her revenge plan, and she’d won. She’d been planning this since she’d found out, and now that he knew, he couldn’t do anything. Kyrie perked up and smirked at him. “It’s okay though~ Tomura has been taking *real* good care of me, making sure I feel loved and everything. Giving me everything I need~” She glared at him. “Now get out.” She was in contact with Shigaraki? Wait-“What are you planning?” Kyrie stood and grabbed him by the shirt. “I am going to ruin your life, make you feel as broken and helpless as I felt. Then maybe we can talk~” She shoved him out the door, along with the last few boxes he’d had before slamming the door in his face.Patrol was easy, yet again. And now that no one was waiting for her, who’d notice her failure to return, she decided to go visit her brother. She walked into the bar, seeing it empty, she shrugged and went up to Tomura’s room. Loud moans and mumbling were audible from the stairs as she walked up, she realized he was dirty talking himself.“Fuck, I’m so damn hard for her… God I want to fuck that cute little mouth of hers… Cum in her… I bet he’s never fucked her right… Nothing worth fighting for, at least… I want her so damn bad… Fuck I’m cumming! Kyrie-” She moaned and quickly knocked on the door, her face bright red as she heard him fall off his bed and stumble to put on clothes. “Who the hell- oh… Oh!” Tomura went to slam the door in Kyrie’s face, but she stepped into his room and ignored his protests. “So, how was it? Jerking off while thinking of your little sister?” She bit her lip and sat on his bed, her eyes drifting to the shirt she’d noticed had gone missing in the last few months. “Hey… That’s my favorite shirt, y’know.” He groaned and glared at her as she picked it up, noticing the lack of cum.“Did you not cum yet, Tenko?” The male groaned and bucked his hips a bit. “You didn’t… Hm~” She blushed and started taking off her shirt and pants. “W-what are you doing?!” She relaxed onto his bed, now in her underwear as she gently patted her belly. “Come cuddle!” He growled and looked away from her. “Tenko~ Please?”She spread her legs, her panties had ridden up and were giving him a nice view, even if he couldn’t see her core yet, he saw the rapidly growing damp spot in between her legs. “You’re going to kill me if you keep being so sexy, Kyrie…” She hummed and smirked as he took back off his sweatpants, his hard, thick, huge uncut cock throbbing as he blushed and buried his face in her chest. His hard length rubbing against her clit through the thin material of her panties.“Ah, you’re so fucking wet for me… I bet he couldn’t make you feel this good just like this, hm? You’re such a horny slut, wanting your brother’s cock like this… Nasty little slutty sister… I bet you’d cum on his cock by imagining me…” Kyrie blushed and nodded, biting her lip and he played with her large chest. “I want you to ride my thigh. Cum like a good slutty sister” Kyrie blushed even more, as if it was possible and looked away from his prying vermilion eyes. “Yes sir…” He groaned and fell onto his back, letting his thick, heavy dick slap against his stomach as he pumped it a few times, watching her like a predator stalking its prey. Kyrie settled her chubby thighs over his own, straddling him as she bucked lightly, moaning at the sudden friction. “Tenko… It feels nice…” Her clit was jumping in anticipation as she lightly humped her big brother’s leg, making him pump his cock a bit faster. “I told you to cum, not play around. Ride my thigh and earn the right to take my dick.”

The chubby girl whined and rode faster against his leg, bucking and moving as she watched him jerk off to the show she was giving him.“You ever do something like this with that damn Pomeranian? You ride him like this, slut?” Her small frame shuddered in pleasure when he slapped her chest, making her heavy breasts jump and bounce as he slapped them around. “He always treated you like a cute doll, didn’t he? Never fucked you nice and rough like you need?” Kyrie moaned and rode his thigh faster, her hand smacking his away as she stroked his cock quickly, trying to get him to cum with her. Her big brother growled and smacked her, hard. Right in the face, before he shoved her onto the bed and ripped her bra off, followed by ripping her underwear away. “Slut. You only get my cum if it’s inside. You want your big brother’s cock? You want to take my cum and breed my heir? You naughty little whore… I bet you’re almost cumming just from imagining me fucking a baby into you, hm? Want to breed with your big brother and give him a baby?” Her soft face was full of lust, her eyes glazed over in pleasure as she nodded.“Say it, bitch!” She cried out as he slapped her a few more times. “Say you want me to fuck a baby into you. Tell me you’re my little slut, my cum dumpster, you’re my filthy little sister and no one else's!” He grabbed her throat, both hands wrapped tight as he slammed his cock deep into her tight cunt, ramming it in deep as he growled and choked her, ignoring her grasps at his hands. “Cum on my dick, slut. Make me cum in this tight little pussy. Earn the right to have my baby.” Kyrie squeaked and came hard, her tight cunt gripping and milking his huge cock as he rammed deep into her, her sweet voice full of lust and desire.

He growled and let go of her throat, just as she started passing out, he slapped her as hard as he could. “Stay the fuck awake, I’m not done with you yet… I’ve wanted this slutty pussy for *years* and I’m not stopping now!” He snarled and picked up her lower half, making her sit there, her legs up on his shoulders as he sat on his knees, teasing her clit as he rammed harder into her. “Fuck yes, that’s it baby. Take my cock nice and deep, just like that. God you’re so fucking *tight* and wet for me!” He laughed loudly, his eyes wide as he rubbed her clit, his hips still slamming her against her as he made her scream.“Fuck Tenko I’m gonna cum again!” He let out a loud growl and slapped her hard again, making her lip bust a bit, a small trail of blood staining her pretty pale skin. “Fuck you look so good in red… I want to see more of you~” She squeaked and dug her nails into his back as she came, making him cry out as he came into her tight cunt, his cum jetting deep into her as his tip kissed the entrance or her womb, the thick, heavy head of his cock plugging her up as she took his thick load. She relaxed against the bed as he pulled out, licking the blood from her lip.

“Tenko… That’s definitely something I didn’t know you’d like…” She blushed and covered her face a bit. “You came in me…” He smirked and picked her up, flipping her over, her ass high in the air as he made her stand with her elbows on the bed, his semi-soft cock ramming deep into her dripping slit as he fucked her hard, his heavy sac slapping against her clit as he fucked her all over again.“I’m going to fucking ruin you with this cock, you’ll never be able to cum unless it’s on my cock… You want that little sister? To cum on your big brother’s cock and breed his heir? You want it so fucking bad, don’t you? Fuck it feels like you’re already milking me.”

He suddenly pulled out, making Kyrie let out a small sob. “I was so close!” Tomura growled and yanked her hair, making her face him, his cock covered in cum and a mix of their passion. “Suck while I get something for you~” She hummed and took the hair tie from her wrist, sucking on the head at first before she took more into her mouth, eventually bobbing as he growled and dug around in the closet by his bed.“Here. Ass up, Kyrie. Now.” She blushed and bit her lip, smirking. She wanted to challenge him, at least a little bit. Another hard slap sent her into the bed, crying out in pain as he forced her onto her knees, his huge throbbing cock quickly pumping in and out of her again. “Good slut. Take that cock…”

Tomura growled and grabbed her hair, making her moan before his other hand went between her legs, and just as something cold brushed her clit, it jumped to life, vibrating roughly as it forced her to cum then and there.“W-wait! No, I can’t take that and your cock at once! I can’t- ahhh~” She moaned and fell to the bed, her ass still up and ready for him to dominate. She was overstimulated and the constant vibrating was making her go crazy with pleasure.“Come on slut, I know you’ve got more in you!” His hand released her hair just to slap her in the face. “Fucking cum you filthy whore! Did you ever let your precious hero cum in you like this? Or did he not want to? God your womb’s milking me so much it’s like you’ve never had a creampie… Fuck you’re too much of a breeding slut for that, huh? You definitely need more of your Master’s cum…” He snarled as she came again, slapping her hard as he picked her up by her throat, fucking into her as he choked her again, this time with one hand. “God you’re such a damned slut… Just for me though! This pussy is all mine to breed and fuck however I see fit, huh?”

She moaned and nodded as the constant assault on her throbbing core ripped another orgasm out of her, making her scream as she thrashed. Tomura laughed and fucked her harder, making her ass bounce from the force of his hips as he let her drop back onto the bed. “Good slut. Cum more. Milk me, fucking take it bitch!” He came deep and hard yet again, more of his thick white cum filling up her shivering hole as she moaned and thrashed under him, multiple orgasms taking over as she just kept cumming around him. “Fuck you’re gonna make me cum again already! God, you’re too damned good.”

Tomura’s heavy balls were all he could think of, emptying them deep into his baby sister as she played hero.“Fuck I want to make you so fucking swollen with my babies, just so I can see that damned hero beat himself up over letting you go! You’d like that, wouldn’t you. Slut? You’d love to take my cock just like this with him watching wouldn’t you?” He moaned, sinful and needy as he kept thrusting, a light sheen on his body as he fucked her deep and hard, cum was dripping out of her, and yet here she was, more than willing to take more of his cum. “I’m gonna take the vibrator off, and you’re gonna cum from just my cock, got it slut?” She thrashed and tried to pull off of his cock. “Fuck- Tenko I can’t take anymore! Please stop!” She was sobbing from the mix of over stimulation and pleasure.

Her big brother growled and slapped her hard, when she didn’t stop he slapped her again and again, not stopping his rough thrusts for a split second, every time she screamed or sobbed, taking his cock and abuse, he swore he almost came then and there, watching her come undone and drop the stupid hero act was amazing for him.Seeing his sweet, loving baby sister become an overwhelmed cock crazy slut just for him was addictive, it sent shivers down his spine that had him cumming in seconds, however he didn’t stop, he kept thrusting through his orgasm, working past his own pleasure as his baby sister thrashed against his cock.

“Cum slut. I know you’re close! Do it!” He growled and reeled back a few times, slaps sending her head from side to side in quick succession, it seemed the pain was all she needed to cum again, more orgasms ripping through her small chubby body, causing her to babble incoherently and buck against him. “Fuck- Nng I’m coming again! God, I need you to cum with me. I want you to squirt for me. Come on bitch!” He snarled and kept his brutal pace as he fucked into her. “Shigaraki! Please- I can’t take it anymore!” He growled and grabbed her by the throat with one hand as he kissed her, choking her as she took his cock. “Cum bitch. Come on your big brothers dick as he fucks you raw, you want me to breed you? Beg for my fucking cum, slut.” She groaned and rolled a bit, hiding her face as she let out such lewd noises and cries.

He snarled into her ear as he sunk his teeth into multiple points on her neck, making her moan.“Fuck! God, Tenko please cum in me! Fill me up and breed my slutty womb, knock me up and make me yours!” She screamed, bloodcurdling, loud and full of desire. Even well after he’d cum and pulled out, her eyes were rolled back and thighs were still shaking as she came, her tight cunt being kept full by his cum and cock, which was sudden and made Kyrie thrash against him. “Fuck! No more Tenko! Really, god. I can’t take any-” She cut off as he kissed her, soft and sweet. Full of love and passion.“That was amazing… I really do want you to have my kid, by the way… I’ve thought of it for years, Kyrie…” She hummed and nuzzled his neck, wrapping her arms around it as she kissed him softly. “I love you, you silly little sister…” She hummed and kissed him more.“I love you too, Tenko… I feel so damn full right now~” She laughed and squealed as he flipped them over. “Jeez, easy big brother, I’m delicate~” Tomura looked over the bruise on her cheek and the bites he’d left on her neck in the passion of his own orgasm. “God damn… Look at you, ah shit. I really did bust your lip… Let me-” She cut him off with a kiss. “Just sleep for now, okay?” She yawned and held him tighter, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.“Fine, just because I know you’ll be completely healed in the morning, though… Fuck that was so good… I came so damn hard.” The small woman leaned up and kissed him, effectively shutting up her brother.“Sleep, Shigaraki.”

Kyrie woke up first the next morning, quickly realizing that her brother was in fact, still deep inside of her, and was also still equally hard. “Fuck… He’s going to be horny…” As if on cue, her brother rose from his own sleep. Clinging to her like a desperate child in need for its mother. “Don’t get up yet… I don’t want you to leave.” She hummed and rocked her hips. “Not a chance I’m leaving just yet~” He laughed and sat up, smirking at her as he groped her chest. “I’m barely awake, slut. You already want my cum that bad?” Kyrie laughed and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist. “Yep, I do~” She moaned as he started to thrust, burying his face right back into her chest, only now he was sucking her nipple as he fucked her. Tomura was much more gentle this time, still pleasing her, but now he was being more caring, more attentive. “You want to cum first, or do you want to watch me cum in you?”

He spoke around her nipple, caught between his teeth. “I want your cum Master~”Shigaraki groaned and sat up, lifting her hips a bit so he could rest her on his lap before he started fucking her deep and hard, despite his sweet and gentle pace, his thumb caressing the swollen bud of nerves between her legs as he fucked her raw, sore cunt. He looked so soft and needy right now, brows furrowed and worried as he closed his eyes, moaning as he enjoyed her tight walls on his giant dick. “F-fuck… I love sucking your tits, I didn’t even think I was this into breasts…�� She hummed and sat up, biting his neck as he made her cum on his cock. “Fucking cum for me Tenko, cum in me and breed me like a good slut~”They stayed there for a moment, that is, until his door flung open, Toga and Dabi standing there on the other side.

Dabi looked a bit disturbed and ready to leave while Toga looked excited. “Dabi! You owe me 200 dollars! Kyrie got that crusty hand pervert dick after all!!” She squealed and slammed the door, running away in glee over her friends getting laid, despite them being siblings. Toga always made the point of *adoptive* siblings. They’re not blood so it’s fine! At least that’s what she said.“Whelp. We could either go deal with that or- Oh fuck!” Kyrie let out a cry of pleasure as he started fucking her again. “I’ll stay here and make my slutty baby sister cum on my cock, thanks~”

The week went by fast, thanks to the two Shigaraki siblings fucking their time away. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Tomura had gotten her pregnant, and he’d come up with an amazingly horrid way to get back at Katsuki. Agree to take him back, only for her to announce that she’d been betraying them the whole time and shattering him all over again. Kyrie knew this was for her brother’s satisfaction, not hers, but she wasn’t about to refuse Tomura’s wishes.She was currently taking his cock, rough and deep as she typed out the message to Katsuki, telling him that she missed him, and wanted to make it work if he did.

That she’d thought it over and just couldn’t hate him. He’d completely isolated himself, taken a vacation from the agency, stopped seeing anyone, friends and family included. He’d gone into a deep depression from losing her, and even people who hated him now could tell how much losing Kyrie shattered his heart.“God, you must really hate him, taking your own brother’s cock as you tell him you still love him? Do you?” Kyrie whimpered and came hard as he fucked her, his own release filling her up and making her walls stretch a bit. “Fuck- Maybe! I don’t know- I can’t think with your cock inside of me!!” She sobbed in pleasure and came hard again before Tomura pulled out, cum slopping out of her packed pussy in rivers, making a puddle on the bed under them.“You gonna let him fuck you right away? Mmm… You should… Let me watch, too. I bet he won’t make you cum~”

Kyrie paled and shook her head. “I can’t let him see me like this!” She whimpered as he smacked her raw ass, her brother had taken to using knives to draw blood, and though he cut deep and she should be much more broken than she was, she was fine. Her quirk healed any immediate damage and the scars were gone by morning. “He won’t see you until tonight, just set up your webcam. I want to watch my baby sister get fucked, is that so bad? I need to see if you’re such a slut that you’ll cum on his cock too~”She glared at him. “You need to get him to creampie you anyways~” She groaned and rolled her eyes. “Fine! Ugh, you are such a pervert!” She smiled and kissed Tomura happily, despite what they were planning, she still loved her brother, and she would die for him.

But when Katsuki answered, he sent a video, he sounded so happy and hopeful, so utterly blissed out that she was even considering taking him back, he was crying. And she felt nothing but guilt.Later that night she sat on the bed, in a cute orange and black lingerie set, Tomura had insisted. To sell the bit, he’d said. The thin velvet corset fit her short chubby frame beautifully, and the sexy matching lace panties made her thick chubby thighs look flawless, the thigh-high stockings making her legs look wonderful, the big chunky heels, bright orange and tall, made her a true sight, ready to fuck and take anything thrown at her. Katsuki was expecting a long, drawn out talk. To talk things over and settle their issues, so when his not-so-ex ex opened the door, in the premium lingerie his agency had custom made for her before their anniversary, a gift, they’d said, his cock immediately jumped to life.

He’d been more than ready to go his whole life without sex again, if it meant being with the woman he loved. And yet here she was, almost naked, in his set. Looking up at him like he meant the world to her… Kyrie growled and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him down into a rough, needy kiss. “We’re going to get everything out of the way… I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to think of any other woman but me…” She growled and bit his neck hard, drawing blood before dragging him to the bedroom and shoving him onto the mattress.“K-Kyrie! Fuck wait- Oh holy shit~”

He was trying to calm her down, to tell her she was the one he’d think of when he and Ochako had sex, that he’d always used protection and never even thought of her sexually. She’d been a glorified sex toy to him, he only ever had eyes for Kyrie, she didn’t give him a chance though, his pants and shirt were already off, and now he was in nothing but his shoes, with his pants around his ankles, she was rubbing his cock through the thin fabric.“T-take it easy! Do you even have any-” She growled and stood, shoving him onto his back as she straddled his waist, ripping his boxers just to get to his cock. He wasn’t as big or thick as Tomura, she noted, and she didn’t think she’d be able to enjoy it like she did her big brother’s huge member. But she’d at least put on a good act.

“You’re going to fuck me raw, understand? You’re done being a whore, because you’re mine, and if you’re not going to be with me, you’re going to feel like shit for it for the rest of your life, you got that?!” She slammed her hips hard down into his own, taking his cock deep, and without missing a beat she started riding him like a mad bitch in heat. “Tch, you’re not even that big~ It’s not like many other women would want you when they find out you’re only average size…” She growled and took out the vibrator Tomura had given her, pressing it to her clit, making her moan. “Better, I might actually cum now… You know I’ve always faked orgasms with you, Katsuki. Maybe if you’re really sorry you’ll finally make me have one now, hm?”

Katsuki felt his world shatter.She’d seemed so happy with him, but he’d never even been able to make her cum. Any pleasure he was feeling went out the window, the orgasm she quickly made him close to drying up, even as she rode him. “I really didn’t? Fuck- I figured you faked a few, but I never made you cum?” She was lying through her teeth, she’d cum so many times at the start she couldn’t imagine having sex with anyone else, but then she caught him and her touch repulsed her. “Not one~” She moaned and slid off of him, cumming hard as the vibrator made her squirt a bit. Tomura had really made her into a sloppy whore, she’d squirt any time she came now, but Katsuki didn’t know that, he watched her cum and assumed this was the first he’d ever witnessed. “You’re a squirter? I really never made you cum at all, did I?” He let out a needy whimper, ignoring his throbbing cock he got on the bed, his head settled between her legs as he greedily licked and sucked on her clit, he had no clue that she’d been taking another man’s cum that morning, let alone that she’d probably gotten pregnant from him fucking her.

“Oh? What 's going to make me cum with your mouth?” She laughed and pulled at his hair. “That’s it, work that clit. Mn-” Katsuki let out a small noise and slipped a few fingers into her, working her clit and g-spot at once, making her quickly cum. “Sh-shit! Cumming~” She came hard into his mouth. Her body arched and bucked as she rode out her high, once she’d come down she glared at him. “Fucker… That was… Really good. Actually. I mean, not the best…” A lie, she glanced at the webcam, a small smirk on her face. Tomura could make her cum 4 more times in that short time that it took Katsuki to make her cum once. She sat up and flipped Katsuki over, she started riding him, moaning a bit as she bucked into him, only to hear a small sob.

She looked at Katsuki and froze in shock. He was crying, and she had no clue why.“I really am the worst, huh? Why do you even want me back?” He looked so broken and hurt, Kyrie felt her heart clench as she leaned down and kissed him, it was soft, sweet and full of love. She sighed and shook her head.“I don’t know… I just miss you too much, I guess.” She rolled her eyes and started riding him all over again. “Well? Come on, make it up to me, I said I’d work you overtime, didn’t I?” Katsuki looked up at her, and without a word he was in control, slamming into her so roughly she thought she’d pass out. “If this is how I earn you back, I’m going to fuck you so much you can’t move!”

He growled and trapped her under his body, fucking into her desperately. He was still trying to be gentle, even as he fucked her like this.“Fuck I’m gonna cum, Kyrie.” She moaned and rocked against him, biting her lip. She closed her eyes and covered her face, imagining Tomura’s huge cock deep inside of her, filling her up and breeding her as he cut and slapped her around, abusing her just because he could, and she came hard, multiple times in a row as she squirted everywhere. Katsuki came after her first orgasm, keeping his cock deep inside of her as he came.He groaned and rested on her chest, huffing. “Fuck… You’re so fucking perfect. I love you so damn much!” Katsuki groaned and started moving all over again, trying his best to make her cum, little did he know she was imagining her brother, his cock and cum inside of her instead of his.

The next few months were amazingly sweet. Katsuki made it public that they were back together, and she explained in an interview that she really did love him, despite his betrayal, which was true. Even Shigaraki knew the blonde still held a place in his baby sister’s heart. Right next to the hold he’d dug for himself throughout their childhood.The two heroes went on patrol together whenever the other was scheduled, went on dates and just generally had fun… And for a while, Kyrie forgot that she was in another scheme. That is until her morning sickness took over. Making her spend her mornings in the bathroom instead of in bed with Katsuki.

A quick trip to the OB told her she was 4 months pregnant, and that they should be happy to hear it was a healthy set of quadruplets. Katsuki was ecstatic when they got home, Kyrie had messaged Tomura to tell him the news, though she wasn’t as excited.

Baby-Baked- Bean: I know we had a plan… But Tenko I still fucking love him, I can’t shatter his heart like that again! He really does love me, and it’s not okay! What we’re doing isn’t… It’s not right!

Chapstick-Gremlin: You’re kidding? You were the one who wanted this!

BabyBaked-Bean: I know what I said, Tenko! But it’s not okay that I’m just fucking with his whole life like this! What we’re about to do is trauma Tenko!! He just cheated on me!!

Chapstick-Gremlin: JUST!? WAS HE THE ONE THERE TO PICK YOU UP WHEN YOUR HEART WAS SHATTERED AND BROKEN BECAUSE OF HIM!? NO I FUCKING DID!!! AND NOW YOU JUST WANT TO TAKE MY FUCKING FAMILY AND LEAVE FOR HIS SAKE!?

Baby-Baked-Bean: Leave?

Baby-Baked-Bean: Who said I was leaving, Tenko?”

Chapstick-Gremlin: W-what??

Chapstick-Gremlin: What the hell are you talking about?

Baby-Baked-Bean: Don’t worry… He’s so desperate to keep me, I think he might just agree to be a villain… If you promise not to kill him?

Chapstick-Gremlin: I get to let Dabi beat his ass *once*, right?

Baby-Baked-Bean: We’ll be home by tonight, Tenko~

Kyrie let out a soft sigh and got out of the car, smiling at Katsuki. “We need to talk, ok? I swear, it’s not… Bad. Well. Not that bad.”Katsuki froze and looked at her, the door only just having closed behind her. “Oh god, you’re leaving me. I’m not enough and you’re leaving.” He looked terrified and heart broken, ready to cry. “W-what did I do wrong? I promise I’m tr- MMF” She cut him off in a passionate kiss, pulling his hair roughly before shoving him to the bed. “No, I’m not leaving you. Okay?”He let out a relieved sigh and gave her a wry smile. “Okay…”She bit her lip and decided to just blurt it out, the worst case is he tells the world and she has a real reason to hate him, at least.

“They’re not yours…” His face fell, but he didn’t look as upset as when he thought she was going to leave.“They’re not mine?” He looked a bit confused.“They’re Te-Tomura’s.” Katsuki looked at her, shocked and disgusted now. “You’re fucking your brother, and he got you pregnant? Wait-” He glared at her, crossing his arms. “You’ve been getting your revenge on me this whole time, haven’t you!? Was this some fucked up plan of his? Make me think everything is fine just so it hu-MM” She cut him off with another kiss. “No, I haven’t seen or really talked to him since I came back here. I was staying with him and the others for that week I took off… But Katsuki, I’ve never lied to you, not since we got back together.” She blushed. “And… Before I caught you and Uraraka… You made me cum all the time… I just wanted to hurt you back a bit…”

She was ashamed of herself, not for being in love with her brother, but for leading Katsuki on.“You were the one leaking information to the bastard, our last year of school, weren’t you?” She nodded and he sighed. “Right after you found out?” Another nod. “You really did mean that threat, huh? That you’d ruin any other relationships for me? If I hurt you?” Kyrie blushed and sighed. “What do you want me to do?” Katsuki looked at her cautiously.“Just what I’m doing, giving them information, helping with strategies and such… They won’t make you hurt people, that’s your choice.” Katsuki sighed and held his head in his hands. “Well… Don’t have much of a choice, you’re my fucking breath now, if I lost you… I’d go insane, I think.”

Kyrie walked into the bar, Katsuki’s hand in hers as she walked right by the other villains, who were glaring at Katsuki. “Oh stop, he’s with us now! Tomura’s orders.” She spoke curtly and led him to the stairs, quickly running up to them she slammed open Tomura’s door and squealed, jumping onto his lap, interrupting the game he was playing. “Oh look, my slutty sister is back in my lap~” She huffed and flipped him off.

“Fuck me? All you had to do was ask, though you want to let me take you with him watching?” She blushed and bit her lip, snark answers gone as she quickly became submissive just for him. “Maybe I do want Katsuki to watch…” She eyed up her former fiancee and moaned as she saw the imprint of his cock through his pants. “Hm? Oh you like letting him fuck you? I can make you cum better though~” Kyrie moaned and big Tomura’s lip. “Please Master, fuck this slutty pussy, even though you’ve already bred my womb.” He growled and picked her up, turning off his game console before he threw her onto the bed. “Strip. You’re not getting nice treatment, making me fucking worry. Sluts don’t deserve to be treated nicely.” Her brother slapped her, hard, knocking her off the bed a bit as she held her cheek. “On your knees bitch. *now*.” She let out a small whimper and did as he said, waiting patiently as he disintegrated his own clothes, not wanting to bother with them. Tomura slammed his hips hard into her own, burying his huge, thick and veiny cock deep into her cunt, right against her womb.

“Fuck… You’re such a filthy slut… You’re craving cock even though you’re filled up and pregnant.” Katsuki let out a growl and stepped towards the two, only for Tomura to wrap his hand around the other man’s throat, a single finger off of it, keeping him alive. “Keep your mouth shut and watch. I don’t want you here, she does. Fucking test me and I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Tomura shoved him away and roughly slapped his baby sister’s ass, grabbing her hair as he pressed her into the bed. “Filthy slut, you like getting this slutty hole pounded while your little boyfriend watches, don’t you. Naughty bitch. God you are such a horny little bitch!” He growled as he fucked her harder.“Take my fucking cum, bitch. You’re not cumming just yet.” Tomura growled in her ear and came hard, his cum spilling out, not having anywhere to go. “Fuck- you’re spilling~ Can’t take your master’s cum now? Because this little cunt is full of his offspring?”

She nodded and squeaked as he flipped her over, slapping her hard in the face as he started fucking into her again. “Filthy slut… God you’re so fucking horny, you’re soaking my thighs, you’re gushing every time i thrust into you’re horny little cunt…” He hummed and smirked. “Why don’t you let your little boy toy fuck you too? You’re always saying you want more…” He flipped them over and made her arch her back, her ass in the air as he fucked her silly. “Beg him, slut.” Kyrie squeaked as he slapped her hard in the face, busting her lip. “I didn’t fucking stutter, bitch.” She moaned and held her thighs, looking at Katsuki over her shoulder. “Fuck! ‘Suki! I need more… Please come stuff my pussy more! I need another cock in me~” She pouted and bounced her ass as she rode her brother, letting out lewd naughty sounds as she came hard on his cock. “Fuck Master! I didn’t ask to cum! I’m sorry~” Tomura growled and yanked her hair, ignoring her apology.

“Fuck, he’s jerking off. Just hurry the hell up, damn hero impostor.” Katsuki let out a small hiss and stepped towards them, pressing his cock hard against her tight pussy, surprisingly, her tight hole accepted him with ease. “Damn, he slid right in, you fucking wanted this, huh slut? How often do you make yourself cum by imagining us fucking you?” Tomura growled into her ear and slapped her as he fucked her more, rubbing her clit roughly.“Fuck- Katsuki! You’re so gentle~ Be rougher!” She pouted and pulled his hair a bit, making the blonde moan. “God dammit, Kyrie I’m trying not to lose it-” She moaned and leaned up to kiss him, rubbing her breasts as she did so, her swollen nipples sensitive and perky as she pulled on them.

“Use your quirk on me! Burn me, fuck me! Just fucking use me like I’m a cock sleeve! I’m so fucking wet for you both right now, god please!” Shigaraki growled again and fucked her harder, continuing to slap his baby sister around as she came hard on his cock. Katsuki let out a desperate sound and smacked her ass, his quirk lighting up on contact, leaving an angry red burn, making her scream and cum all over again, multiple orgasms ripping any coherent thought she had to shreds. The two men were a mess as she came, so close to cumming themselves. “Fuck- Cumming! Kyrie you’re so fucking beautiful and perfect!” Katsuki was the first to cum, burying himself in as deep as he could as he came, only for Tomura’s huge cock to gush out tons of cum and flush the blonde’s own cum out as Kyrie just kept cumming.

Kyrie moaned and sat up once she’d recovered a bit. She hummed and smiled at the two. “That was amazing~” The two boys looked at each other and smirked. “Was?” Katsuki fell onto his back as Tomura picked up his sister and forced both of their cocks back into her tight pussy.

“We’re not done yet, slut.”“We’re not going to be done with you for hours, princess~”

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screensirenfic · 5 years

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Black Leather - Chapter 13

Warnings: Aftermath of Sexual Assualt

Sleep had been a bitch all night; which means to say that it’d run away from me nipping and screaming whilst the shadow of Billy had loomed over me all night like a malevolent spectre.

If I had to put a number on it; I’d say I slept maybe four hours, and that was including dad’s untimely interruption, because of course; he had to piss off the only person capable of opening the door from the comfort of her room.

That; and the fact that he was so damn paranoid that we had to have a minimum of three locks on the door at all times, meant that I had to go let him in.

He’d been surprised; of course. Expected me to still be partying it up at Tina’s, three sheets to the wind and with no intention of returning home anytime soon.

Proves how much attention he paid to my drinking habits; if he knew anything about me, he would’ve guessed that Tina’s annual Halloween bash was the last place I’d want to be spending my weekend.

Even with his relentless stream of questions following me back to my room; I had no intention to answer any of them. If he’d just kept his nose out and let me stay home; none of this would’ve happened.

But no; he had to play tough father for one night and expect me to ‘act like a man’, despite his near constant insistence that I was still his little girl.

Hypocrisy never was a good disciplinary tactic, and dad’s idea of parenting more often than not aligned with his training of rookie cops.

Tough love did not sum it up, and I often had to remind him I was his daughter and not a suspect to be interrogated.

If he could just listen to me just once; than maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess with Billy, maybe he wouldn’t have...

No. I couldn’t think of that again; even after I’d sobbed myself to sleep, feeling so much like a stupid little girl that for the first time in nearly ten years; I found myself wanting my mom.

I hadn’t thought about her properly in years; both me and dad actively avoided it to be honest. Too many sour memories; too many late night arguments filled with words we’d both regret.

I missed her; of course, but I’d accepted that she was gone long ago; just like I had with Sara.

Dad had found that harder; his dreams too easily troubled by the things he wished he had said, things he had wished he had done.

I slept easier; the ignorance of my relative youth at the time, a better shield against regret.

Still; there was times in my life that I longed for my mother’s love.

For the sound words of advice and the gentle understanding that was so important between mother and daughter in her blossoming teenage years.

Like your first dance, when she’d take you to pick your dress and braid your hair; telling you you looked so pretty, just like a princess.

My dad bought me a dress; of course, left me traipsing through half of the strip mall to find the right one. But I’d struggled with my hair alone, eventually leaving it in its usual messy curls, because dad said I looked like a proper punk rocker.

I missed her when I first went to the movies with Steve; faking smiles whilst I was quietly terrified, because something had changed between us, and it wasn’t just the six inches he’d managed to grow over the summer whilst he was away at camp.

Dad was terrible with feelings; even worse when they involved boys, so he’d been no help there.

I’d missed just being able to talk to her; to gush about stupid teenage crushes on a boy who’d never be more than my best friend, who still called me beautiful when I’d thrown up in the popcorn bucket, blaming it on menstrual cramps.

I’d missed her more than anything last night, sobbing silently into my pillow, because I was terrified that I might wake my dad up; terrified that he might ask what’s wrong, and I’d have to tell him. I’d have to come clean about the shame that hung over me like a dark cloud; that dripped down my thighs in a guilty shimmer, baring itself for the world to see.

I’d needed her then; the cold comfort of her stroking my hair and telling me it’s gonna be okay, even if we both know it’s not, because she understood.

She understood what it was like to be a girl in this world.

To have all your expectations and worth measured up by what you could fit between your legs.

I’d missed my mom, but she wasn’t coming back, no matter how much I pined for her.

The sunlight seemed especially harsh as it seeped in through the holes of my fraying drapes; my mind reacting as if it had a hangover, despite me having not touched more than a couple of drinks last night.

Part of my mind theorised that my drink might’ve been spiked. At least that would’ve given me a scapegoat for what happened with Billy; and damnit, I was thinking about him again.

I thought that this was meant to be easier in the sober light of day, but apparently I had been wrong about that too.

A large part of me was tempted just to turn over and spend the day in bed, but that would’ve aroused too much of dad’s suspicion and no doubt he’d find out the truth; and the truth was something I was determined to never see the light of day.

So instead I hauled myself out of bed, ever thankful that the ache between my legs had faded, even if my bruises hadn’t.

Those bad boys were looking particularly impressive today, blending into a myriad of violets and indigos that was sure to rival even the most battered of mugging victims.

It was gonna take a hell of a lot of concealer to cover those suckers up, and I wasn’t quite sure I had the patience, nor the supplies to do it.

I suppose I could always wear a sweater, though that would be ridiculously out of character for me and would definitely arouse my dad’s suspicion more than if I’d walked out of my room with a sign around my neck that said “GUILTY”.

So I elected to plead the fifth to all summons from my self decided prison cell and took the coward’s way out, hiding out in my room until I was risking yet another tardiness slip from Ms McKinley.

I could hear yelling outside my room; El and dad were arguing again, a sound that was strangely reminiscent of myself at her age.

It wasn’t the kid’s fault. She was going stir crazy, being locked up like a dog in a cage; it only made sense that she’d lash out. He couldn’t keep her prisoner here; no matter how much he feared for her safety in the outside world.

She was a kid; for Christ’s sake, not a pet.

She needed to go outside and feel the sun on her face, spend some time with some kids her own age, instead of hiding in the dark watching cartoon reruns till all hours of the night.

But still, try telling my dad that. He wouldn’t hear it. Being seen outside was an unnecessary risk, and taking risks were stupid; “and we are not stupid.”

Give me a fucking break.

A door slammed, and I knew that Eleven had locked herself in her room, judging by the fact my dad hadn’t raced out of the house like a filly in the Kentucky Derby.

Dad was still yelling, but that was to be expected. He hardly ever relented on having the last word; too goddamn stubborn to let it be otherwise.

I emerged from my room, hoping that he’d be so busy with the current focus of his ire that I’d be able to slip out unseen. Good fucking plan that was.

“Oh; look who decided to show her face now!” My dad spat with all the cold spite of a washed up forty year old with two rebellious teenagers.

I cut him some slack and ignored him, knowing this was one grenade he really didn’t wanna pull the pin out of.

Instead I swept over to the kitchen table, snatching my jacket off the chair in a clear display that I was not in the mood for his shit today.

“So you’re brooding too?” He queried; clearly not getting the message that he was walking on thin ice, and my calm demeanour was really beginning to crack under the poking of his jibes.

I snatched my keys up off the tabletop, ignoring him more for his sake than mine, because if I blew; I was gonna go full on Armageddon on this bitch.

“It’s so nice to be surrounded by such lovely teenagers...” He spat, but I really didn’t need to stand around here and listen to his bitching.

He thought dealing with a barely pubescent kid was hard; he should try dealing with a hormonal meathead twice his size who wouldn’t take no as an answer.

So I stormed out of the house, slamming the door in his face in what must’ve been becoming a familiar experience for him, before making my way over to my bike.

I might not be able to outrun my problems, but when I knew I could hit 120 on my Triumph; I sure as hell was gonna try.

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I arrived at school ten minutes earlier than expected, but that was probably due to the three red lights I’d ran on the way over.

I mean; it’s not like I was gonna get arrested. I was the chief’s daughter for Christ’s sake; the most I’d get is a ticket.

My dad would chew me out about it, but I really didn’t care; if he wanted to talk to me about responsibility, he should’ve considered that before he’d forgotten about the thirteen year old waiting alone in our cabin on Halloween whilst he played Magnum half the night.

I’d pulled up in the parking lot, yanking my helmet off and tossing it onto the back of my bike, before marching into school like I was running drills because I was still steaming over how he acted this morning.

The fucking nerve to have a go at me, when he was the one continuously neglecting his parental responsibilities.

I know it wasn’t socially acceptable to hit your dad, but I swear to God...

“Whore...” Sneered a voice, and at first I thought I was hearing things, because someone sure as hell wasn’t saying that to me.

I ignored it, continuing striding through the halls as I made a beeline for my locker.

“Like a fucking hooker...” Another murmur cut through the bustle of the hallway chatter, and this time I knew I wasn’t imagining it.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Alex Kaplinsky and one of his basketball buds snickering as they walked down the hall, grins and eyes flickering in my direction.

Since when did these dicks grow balls?

Seems like everyone had heard about my eventful night at Tina’s, even the kids who hadn’t been there judging by the nasally snorts coming from Nora Pierson and the rest of the debate team.

And of course, as it was whenever someone who garnered even the slightest amount of respect in this school did something risqué; it was the hot topic of the hour, whispers and giggles following me through the halls.

I tried to ignore it; I really did.

Why should I give a flying fuck what the brain dead populous of Hawkins High thought about my sex life?

It’s not like they didn’t do it anyway; regurgitating wild rumours varying from me to being a downright prude, to me fucking half the cheerleading team, because of course; when a girl says she’d rather gag herself with a spoon than suck you off, she’s gotta be batting for the other team.

The most recent and popular spin of the rumour mill this month would’ve been a recycled story that I was Harrington’s bit on the side for when he got bored of Nancy; something that had been circulating on and off for about three years whenever everyone decided the tantalising thought of the lesbian virgin seemed too far fetched.

That all heated up with the arrival of Billy; creating the teen movie love triangle I never wanted.

Everyone secretly pinned their bets on their favourite, though Billy clearly was the front runner; all testosterone and muscle, and now with a pair of my ruined panties in his belt, Steve really was lagging behind.

I held my head high as I reached the final stretch to my locker; the place I knew I’d come across the majority of first hand witnesses from the party.

“Such a slut...” Hissed a smirking Tina to an equally venomous Ally; both of them staring at me and gossiping like I’d just decided to become a prostitute.

Gone was Tina’s fake smiles; no longer having to commit to the act of gracious host, returning to her former role of cheerleading captain and Hawkins High’s resident bitch.

They were just bitter; angry that with all their skimpy spandex and neon eyeshadow, Billy had still passed over them like they were yesterday’s cafeteria lunch.

Well; fuck ‘em both.

I never cared about the thoughts of Tina or Aly; they both despised me anyway. Forcing fake smiles in front of Steve; only to talk shit about me later.

Fuck Tina and Ally, and fuck anyone else who thought they could judge me.

I’d almost reached my locker; I could see Steve’s ridiculous hair rising above the crowd at the opposite end of the hallway, a clear signifier that my walk of shame was almost over.

“Hey Lola. Got time for another dance partner?”Chirped the voice of Tommy H, and normally I’d be seconds away from gaining myself a collection of molars, but instead I nearly jumped out of my skin, because where the vultures circle; the lions can never be far off.

But lucky or unlucky; I couldn’t decide, it was just Carol and Tommy cackling like the perfect pair of hyenas. I didn’t even say anything in response; fucking weak.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Since when could I be snickered into submission by Tommy H?

Well; since his mullet headed idol decided to make a sideshow of me, that’s when.

Jesus; when would this day be over?

I’d only been in school for less than ten minutes and already I was torn between leaving and never coming back, and burning the place down, or some strange combination of the both.

If I saw Billy Hargrove today; I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself from knocking him into next week! The slimy fucking bastard!

But I had to hold back; from slaughtering Billy and everyone else who dared snicker at me in the hallways, because I could see Steve clearly now; tall lanky form peering into his locker as if the whole world went straight over his head.

I strode up to my locker and immediately set to work on opening it; happy to let Steve remain in whatever little fantasy filled that pretty head of his. He didn’t need my venom; he’d done enough for me.

“Hopper...” He purred, and without even looking up from my locker, I could sense the smirk on his face; our normal playful banter routine resuming with clockwork regularity.

“Steve; I really don’t have time for this today.” I sighed impatiently; both irritated by his easygoing nature, yet strangely jealous that he could just assume normality with such little effort.

Perhaps it’s true what they say; ignorance is bliss, and judging by the carefree smile on his face, Steve was still completely oblivious to today’s rumour mill.

That, or he’d chosen complete denial and ignored the whole thing entirely; though Steve always seemed too much of a hothead for that.

“Lo; are you alright?” Steve asked, concern dripping from his tone as he looked at me with those big doe eyes.

But of course I wasn’t damn alright. I was wrongfully crowned the new reigning slut of Hawkins High, with a fabricated body count rising into the early twenties; all thanks to Billy Hargrove and my inability to handle even a smidgeon of alcohol.

But of course; I couldn’t tell Steve that.

Not when I risked him getting a quick fire concussion at the hands of my least favourite bad boy.

So instead I slammed my locker door; managing to growl a thoroughly unconvincing “just peachy...” through gritted teeth.

Peachy or not; my locker really didn’t fucking care, refusing to shut itself despite me slamming it with all the force of the five hundred backhand slaps Billy and his cohorts had long been overdue.

“Here, Lo; let me help with that...” Steve offered, reaching across with all the casual chivalry I really didn’t need right now.

What I needed was a twenty pound mallet and for Billy Hargrove to keep his head still for a while, but considering that was as likely as the virgin lesbian rumours coming true; I had to settle with taking my anger out on my locker door.

“I’ve got it.” I insisted, slamming the door with even more force this time; so hard that I’m pretty sure it’d leave a dent. It stayed shut this time.

I then turned to make my way to first period algebra, because I knew if I spent another minute with Steve, I’d start taking my anger out on him; and he really didn’t deserve that.

“Wow! Do think she’s pregnant?!” Snickered Ally to Tina as I passed; her complete obliviousness to anything except fashion magazines astounding me more than ever.

I shot her a set of daggers, because rumours or not; I still had some amount of respect in this school, and damnit; if I wouldn’t use some of that to remind her where to get off.

Ally and Tina both flinched, and although I’d preferred that they scattered like cockroaches in the sunlight; that would have to do.

Fuck this fucking school, fuck Tina and Aly, fuck Tommy H and Carol; but most of all, Fuck Billy Hargrove!

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critter cottage

ao3

prompt: volunteering // animal shelter

If you told Lucas a year ago, that today he’d be standing in a room full of animals with a boy that he adored more than life, he would have rolled his eyes and walked away.

He had been wanting to take Eliott out for a date for a while now, but hadn’t thought of any ideas until Basile had brought it up. Apparently, daphne had dragged him to a nearby animal shelter to drop off bags of animal food for donation, and they had ended up playing in the puppy room for a few hours.

So here he was now. Leaning against the doorway watching his boyfriend curled up on his bed, illuminated by the glow of the noon sun.

Eliott had been running himself ragged before his bac exams, and now that they were finally done, he had a chance to rest. He had been more subdued this past week, spending his time sleeping at his or Lucas’ place. Lucas wasn’t quite sure if this was just exhaustion, or if it was possibly a depressive episode. Either way, he took the time to make sure that his room was clean, there was always a glass of water next to the bed, and that the blankets were covering Eliott so he wouldn’t be cold. It was the little things that Lucas did, making sure things were in order to reduce his boyfriends stress.

As he walked further into the room, he watched the rise and fall of Eliott’s chest, the way his hair is messily sprawled along the pillow, a few strands scattered across his forehead and cheekbones.

this is who i’m meant to spend the rest of my life with.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Lucas began to run his fingers through Eliott’s hair for a few moments, before resigning himself to shaking his shoulder to wake him up.

“Eliott? Eliott, come on, wake up.” he prodded gently. “We gotta get going soon, baby.” With that, Eliott began uncurl his body, moving Lucas hand off his shoulder as he began to stretch.

“Remind me why I agreed to go with you in the first place,” Eliott yawned. “because I could still be sleeping right now.” Lucas rolled his eyes and began to tug Eliott further out of bed.

“Because for once in my life, I’d like to be romantic to you, mister.” With that, Eliottt's grin softened.

Pressing a kiss to Lucas cheek, Eliott grabbed the jeans he had flung over Lucas desk chair, before tugging on one of the several hoodies that Lucas had stolen from him.

“So let's go.”

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“So, our volunteers have the option to choose which area they would like to work in. We have birds, kittens, cats, small rodents, puppies, dogs, and reptiles. Which would you like to work with?” The receptionist of the animal shelter they were currently visiting seemed excited that they were choosing to volunteer here, which made Lucas wonder about how often people actually came there. He knew that many preferred to get a purebred rather than to adopt, but personally, he would love to get one from the shelter. Sue him, he’s a sucker for animals.

“I think we’ll just stick with dogs, please.” Lucas responded, watching Eliott who was now watching some of the cats crawl around an enclosed room.

Lucas was given a badge for himself and Eliott, before following another staff member down several halls.

“As you may understand, several of these older dogs were either dropped off from families who could not care for them anymore or have been rescued from mistreatment in their past homes. We keep the more aggressive dogs who have no chance for rehoming in a separate part of the shelter, so they get the proper care they need. The dogs in these kennels are safer than those, but I will warn you that some of them might not want to interact with you due to their past. Most of them have just finished feeding, so if you want to help feed the last few kennels that would be helpful. The food is in that closet in the corner, and bowls are in each of the kennels. Feel free to holler if you need me.” Once he had finished gesturing towards the closet, he waved to Lucas and Eliott before walking back towards the offices.

Turning towards his boyfriend, Lucas mocked the staff members hand movements.

There was an ease of routine as the fed the remaining dogs, Lucas pouring the food in the bowl while Eliott made friends and cooing over each one “Lucas I bet this little guy is called Jack” “Eliott that’s a Great Dane and his sign says his name is George” to “Eliott stop letting the dog climb all over you let him come eat” “but lu, he’s just a big baby!” “He’s a 2 year old 170 pound American Stanford pit bull” “Lucas. His sign says he won’t go to sleep without a blanket covering him. He’s a baby.”

Their bickering kept themselves and the dogs entertained for a while moving back and forth between the kennels to pet those who had finished eating. Lucas gathered the remaining food and put it back in the closet, turning around and expecting Eliott to be a few feet behind him. Instead, he was met with an unusually silent room. The only sounds he heard was faint breathing from the dogs who were still awake, and the occasional whimper or snore.

“Eliott? Eliott, where are you?” His call met no response.

He walked around the lines of kennels for a few minutes more, peering into the cages to see if his boyfriend had perched himself to pet more dogs. But he wasn’t there.

Confused, he exited the section of dogs, weaving his way back to the main offices. He caught sight of the staff member who had showed them around.

Lucas jogged up to him before asking, “Have you seen the guy I was with earlier? Tall, messy hair, blue eyes?”

The employee looked down at the chart before raising his eyes to meet Lucas’.

“Eliott? He was here just a moment ago, asked if we had any more shy and timid dogs that he could try to befriend. I sent him down to room 5A to meet with one of our behavioral specialists.” With that, Lucas began to search for that room, and after a few more minutes of running around, he spotted the room.

“Putain, Eliott. Why the fuck couldn’t you wait for me-“ Lucas had opened the door but trailed off when he spotted the position his boyfriend was in.

Eliott has discarded his hoodie to the chair in the corner, and was now sitting up against the wall with his eyes closed. The room small counter and sink in the corner of it, and Lucas could just barely see the outline of a dog bed pressed underneath it. Hearing the door open, he gestured for lucas to sit across from him in the exact same position.

“Did you really have to walk out and leave me like that? I was worried about you,” Lucas couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed.

Eliott grinned, albeit sheepishly, “I’ve seen those videos where the girl befriends the shy dog and helps it come out of its shell. I wanted to try,” his grin disappeared a bit, grimacing as he continued. “I’m really sorry though. I shouldn’t have left you in there, and I should have said something. It was pretty stupid of me. Especially since you planned this entire thing.”

Lucas met Eliotts eyes briefly before nudging his foot against Eliott’s knee.

“S’okay. Where’s the dog though?” Lucas looked around the room. There was a basket of untouched toys in the corner with a water dish on the floor.

“She is very shy, come here,” Lucas moved to sit next to Eliott as he continued, “Her name is Mazie. She’s a white goldendoodle and apparently has always been very shy.” Lucas could now clearly see a small white ball of fur, snout resting at the edge of the bed so that they were both in her gaze.

“I think that if we just sit here and not provoke her, she’ll eventually start to come over and sniff us. It worked with my cousins dog.”

And so they sat there. For the next half hour they sat against the wall, fingers interlocked, waiting for Mazie to find her own courage. Which she did. She began the pace the floor near them, getting close enough to sniff the material of Eliotts jeans before scuttling back and towards her bed again. The process repeated over and over again until she eventually jumped over their legs, and butted her head against their entwined hands. She began to leap over their legs, grabbing one of her bones from the basket before plopping herself between their legs, content to ignore them now.

During this time, Eliott had videoed Lucas playing with the pup, smiling so widely that Lucas couldn’t help but mirror.

this is what it’s like to be happy.

And glancing at Eliott’s soft smile, dog hair covering his jeans and their hands linked together, Lucas is content to feel this way, everyday.

#elu fic #elu #skamfr #skam fr #skam France #my writing

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w1737087 · 3 years

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1st June

Sipped on mango juice through the night.

Up at around 9 from mother’s rigid voice and all her disputes with father.

Got up shut the door and shut the window. I could still hear her.

I finally placed multiple orders on ear buds..

Today she thinks dads out with a woman

I put on back to sleep playlist and later fell asleep. It was hard work, to fall asleep,

Dad called. I ignored it.

Kay called. I ignored it.

Up before 3pm and out of bed by 3

I cried before sleeping from all the frustration and triggering the sack of thoughts about my never ending tribulations and vast entrapment by mother.

Dreams? A little fucked up.

Shambolic scenarios being slammed in and out of one from another.

Killing bunnies?

Interrupted sex dream?

Other weird & hectic shit happened I cannot recall but I remember being sucked in by my pillows into some visions like a vacuum literally PULLING my face in. This happened twice and funny thing, I was in my mind REALISING it but also having the want to not... wake up because of it so I gave in again. It soon..was getting intense. Not scary but just hitting the red meter and I thought I’d burst and die and mentally I recited my shahada. Again, no fear, just intensity. Who dreams like this? For someone who dreams a lot this was something new I experienced.

When I woke all I concluded was that I really wanted to sleep. I hadn’t gotten enough and knew I wanted to get some more to meet the amount I should have gotten.

By 4pm completed the last mask sitting in the bed in my parents room.

Packed it up got ready. The little one tagged along. Dad came home and stormed back out. Mother has been fighting over the phone with him since the morning disrupting my sleep. I can hear her all day as I get on with my own day.

We went to post office to drop the mask sack off. Learnt what postage stamps are really for. A source of posting currency. Second band I sent it. Dad actually waited near the shops on the way there spontaneously, he called and we hopped in.

He took us McDonalds and we ate sitting in beckton car park. It was hot.

The little un wanted to return her books and I also needed to go to the high street.

We didn’t do either and I felt bad for not having taken her where I told her we’d go.

She also mentioned the zoo recently and I said a couple weeks time.

I’ve got to tell work I ain’t working my usual days then I’ll plan the zoo.

The car park is pretty empty. Around us boxed tarmac and in front upgraded stores.

Dads wearing a half sleeved shirt and

I wanted a fag as he had his.

I sat at the front, the little one at the back.

She talks about newspapers and her friends hand drawing being in today’s paper. She wanted to see. Dad only had dated ones.

I had one in my hands now and decided to do a crossword puzzle and a sudoku. I was really into the crossword as we arrived home.

We came home and through the journey dad talked about mother’s behaviour and she called a couple times and I didn’t like it. She is just so bothersome. Rightfully so but to witness it and know enough of what’s going on I’d without a doubt shove a muzzle on my mother for life and let my dad be. She would also be settled by this. Then I would be and that’s my main motive.

6pm

Tried to poop. Fail.

Eldest was in the shower. She was prompt.

Middle one wanted to go. I got out unbothered as i couldn’t go.

Came up

18:10

Lit up out the window.

My heart does that thing again.

Somethings deeply wrong. Inside of me I know for a fact there’s a riot, flaccid tears, somewhere along in the past couple weeks or further back I malfunctioned.

I don’t know if this is anxiety or not but I find myself alone and noticing my heart beating at an abnormal rate. It is everything but peace. I feel horrifyingly unsettled. I’ve got the essays I’ve got to write on my mind. It’s a factor in play as well as the wrecked sleep and I just feel so so insufferable these days. I can’t stop it, I try to be calm, I seem calm, I tell myself calm, I am so, but just as I am, I am entirely not all fine. Whatcwr this is I need it stop. My motner and her aura, ber behaviour which wrecks my sleep every morning as well as being underpaid at work and so many otber reasons. I cannot seem to stabilise myself correctly enough anymore. Everytime I want to yell at my parents it goes down mentally and when with them individually it’s to come out as I would be deemed crazy to blurt these issues out at the wrong times. At the right time it doesn’t work either. Either their good mood or their something is in the way. I’m doing so many things wrong and i just feel I’m in the middle of an identity crisis too. I don’t go to uni, I picture my desk and have no clue what’s there, I don’t go so label it as I can’t go, my baby sis is growing up and I haven’t been there, day by day I still feel I’m doing wrong by her, now that I’ve started work I’ve wasted time to better things with her. I don’t want to be here in this house and nobody will let me leave. I have no one to speak to because speaking to people is all that’s ever done, they hear they listen but they just don’t know the root of my problems and I am just beyond in need of help. How do I survive another year of this and manage to build the money and courage to move myself out of here, i don’t want grey hairs, if they show up I’ll know I’m damaging rn and I want to be settled if anything for now, for whatcwr this feeling inside of my chest is to mellow. It’s hectic between my rib cage there and my mind is swell. They are not in sync. I am not fine. Summer always had me feeling a type of way too. It’s a very very fine day and I want it but I feel once it comes around every year I’m not a part of it. Ever. It’s like it’s always for the world except for me. I cannot indulge in it enough to feel like it’s for me too.

The house is empty for now. Just us girls. Parents gone out to get some papers for the little one.

They may be back. I don’t know. I’m in my room holed up.

Mood today:

Absolutely off

Down

Unsettled, torn.

18:40 tbwy levaw. The sisters now. I’m all alone. It’s Such a rarity I don’t have time to pick what to do. Today’s agenda was to begin emailing Stewart and getting started on something to do with the essays.

I’m still dressed.

I cleaned up the powder that fell to the ground dispersing into a thousand pieces from my compact blush case.

I remember growing massively agitated over it as it was a fat mess and it fell like they always somehow accidentally do due to lack of space here and how I always always mentally be careful to not let them fall and they do anyway.AND I GET WO MAD

🆘

Recap

Been a busy day. Productive.

Moved extension cord back. Had to move alll my shoes and did rearrange them better seeing as the few at the bottom were damaging by the compression.

Tidied the messy tower of clothes on my chair.

Emptied the underwear drawers and distributed everyone’s own to their own rooms. Assigned the two empty drawers to the little one now. She needs the space.

Liphi went for her lip filler appointment today with Nam who didn’t wanna go with.

We FaceTimed later around 9:45 for a bit.

Her lips are bruised.

I cleaned the floor. Emptied the bin, enjoyed the brief empty house before bleaching and washing my shirts.

Shuffled some things around

Tidied the bedside table and some of the drawer, moved all the bundles of colour pencils and placed them in my art box under the bed, the drawer now has better space but still clogged as usual.

Opened a package which held my sports bras that I wanted more of after having one. They stabilise my breasts well.

The little one stayed by me as I cleaned my room. She was refolding her clothes all very neatly for their new place.

She went out with my parents when the house was empty to collect madrasah forms and tbwy went shopping at galleons. From H&M she bought a sky blue dress, trackies with hearts on them, pink sliders with cartoon slapped on and a pair of leggings.

Meals:

Macdonnas in the car with dad

Late night lasagne. 00:30

Ice cream from truck - sister bought after I sorted out everyone’s underwear with the little one in parents room. She sat in her car much of that hour.

Brain kicker

A nutty Lindt bar and I just ain’t taking care of my body anymore am I in terms of eating matter..

Notes

Sneezed 3 times

Thought about that bee lad at today.

Remembering to take my vitamins.

Killed my first mosquito tonight and seeing more than a couple. This means summer has officially kicked in.

Almost burnt the entire microwave down and could have blown a fuse. I placed my lasganve in and the wrapped food pack it was in caught fire immediately and I lunged at the push button.

Couldn’t blow the flames off as they were too great. Tossed it in the sink quickly and splashed water all over it which went everywhere too.

I was very alarmed. I don’t find myself in such situations that cause panic ever really.

Didn’t go to the Palestine protests as there were fights breaking out and harm occurring with the movement.

Humayra’s in the bathroom at midnight when I’ve already set my clothes in there and was ready to shower. I went back up for something and did an arm workout for 30 minutes or so including some rnr

I didn’t like that she was in there at this hour, why is it every time I need the bathroom she utilises it. I felt aggravated and those thoughts immediately crept in that I need out, I need my own place where I can get shit done without wasting these few minutes a couple hundred times a day of everyday due to others. It’s literally slowing my life down and she’s in the way of my kitchen and bathroom use, more so the latter this season.

So I showered, scrubbed my face, ears, in between toes and all and finally done with my day around 3am

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mycptsdstory · 3 years

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Eating fucking pie and the smell of it and the taste of it, triggered me so bad, I'm remembering more of my childhood.

So I've come to the realisation that it wasn't just my mothers house I was trapped in and it felt like a prison. But also my uncles house (my dads older brother) and my grandma (on my mothers side). I honestly don't remember much of my dads mum because until I was 8 or 7 I barley went over there.

I only went to my dads mums when I was a kid because I wasn't allowed to go to school. They said I'm an "ignorant" and "ungreatful" child. But i don't remember much, I know wasn't allowed to go upstairs because of the bedrooms (which really didn't bother me). The toys where down stairs anyway and I only went upstairs to go the toilet. I was allowed food tho, but I remember her place being so messy, dirty and extremely unclean. The only room that was clean was my older cousins bedroom, thats it. It was just mess, very brown walls due to the smoking. Her house was cluttered, not hoovered and very dusty. I remember there were flies and dead spiders all over her house. It was fucking gross.

When my mum and dad split up when I was 8 or 9. I was rarely with him; he would skip out when he was supposed to meet me and then blame me and my mum for him not turning up. He's not very bright, main reason why he can't hold a fucking job. I remember being at my house when my mother got kicked out; me, my sister and my mum was living at my grandmas for a while (my mums mum). It wasn't bad, just her mood swings was terrible to deal with. It wasn't until I was 13 that my dad got his flat and I stayed at my uncles house more (my dads older).

From being 13 - 16 years old, I was at my uncles house at weekends. BUT from summer and 13 - 15 year's old kept away from my dads family (can't say why, I just avoided them). I was barley at my dads flat, maybe like once a month or something i would go to his place. I hated it at my uncles house tho, if something was out of place, he would beat me up. Like any family problem, they would blame me. No idea why either. I felt like I was their escape goat. I wasn't allowed food, I wasn't allowed to watch TV or do anything. I was locked up in my uncles computer room, so I went on chat rooms and talked to random strangers. To me, it was the only way to communicate to the outside world. The Internet was my escape. I would get a beating everyday if someone did something wrong, like my cousin got in trouble at school, my other cousin got in late, my uncle would spill his coffee. Fucking anything and I would be black and blue. Sometimes I couldn't go to school because I was beaten up that bad.

Then at my mothers house, I wasn't allowed food, I wasn't allowed to have friends, I wasn't allowed to dress how I want, to decorate my bedroom. Nothing. I didnt get beaten up, but it did felt like a prison. My mother controlled my money and everything went into her account. I wasn't allowed a job, I wasn't allowed to go to college, I missed so many days because of it. I wasn't allowed to be me. I couldn't be free. I felt like a bird, locked in a cage. Didn't help that my mother wanted the bonus money when she took a kid away (due to she worked for social services). So I would loose friends, either my friends and their families blamed me for my mothers actions, or they cut me off because of death threats that they thought i sent. That still hurts, I still cry because I'm not my fucking mother.

Also at my mothers mum, it was so weird. I was trapped her house, then I wasn't. I wasn't allowed food, then I was. Like her mood swings were erratic that I couldn't tell when it was going to happen. First we would get along, then (as a child) i was thrown in the cupboard at the bottom of the stairs. She would help me with my homework, next she would throw the book at me. I could never tell what was going to happen. It felt like I was walking on egg shells. I fucking hated it.

I was so jealous by other people because they could get to hang out, talk to their friends. I was never allowed that. I was never allowed to do anything, I was trapped inside my own home.

When I left, I had to relearn everything. That's why I hardly go out because its all i know. Its hard to make friends. I have met a few friends online and they are so kind and loving. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve them. That's another reason why I needed therapy, to help me function. Without therapy, I can't function.

It's even hard to keep friendships because I'm afraid I will loose them because of my mother. I don't want to be like my mother. I fucking hate all of my family.

The memories I suppressed and the more I remember, its no wonder I was toxic. I can't be healthy and be in a healthy mind set when I'm living in a sick environment. I blame my family for that. I blame them for everything.

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kpopautrash · 7 years

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Wanna One Modern Wizard AU

Daniel

Magizoologist

Like literally has about a hundred different magical animal breeds under his care

He’s also secretly friends with a dragon that lives in the mountains near Pyeongchang

Familiar is a big, fluffy ass cat that likes to scratch his furniture and calls him names when he tries to snuggle with it

Cities like Seoul are perfect places for finding magical animals to study including magic rats, bats, birds, etc.

As a result, his apartment is more like a zoo.

He also has a three-headed puppy he stole from an illegal breeder who was mistreating him. Named the puppy’s heads Arthur, Cleopatra, and Bob.

The only magical (and non-magical) animals he can’t stand are bugs. He refuses to work with any type of insect, especially if it has more than two eyes because that’s just creepy

Keeps a journal filled with messy notes on how to feed and care for the animals properly. Often takes road trips to find better places for them to live because the city is too dangerous

He visits his dragon friend when he can, but he can never get too close because dragons have a natural distrust of humans. He hopes one day he can overcome that and touch the dragon’s silver scales.

Jisung

Magical scribe. He works with old records of magic dating back to before normal written records exist. He has a special affinity for languages that allows him to translate anything related to magic regardless of the language it’s in

Lots of people (especially archaeologists) think he can translate anything period, but he always tries to explain that, no, it has to have some magical significance to it

Still the work he’s done is amazing because ancient spells have been recovered including spells against ancient demons that haven’t been seen on earth since the dark ages

He’s also found records of wizards and witches who created the first known spells so it’s pretty sweet

As a result, his room is filled to the brim with old, dusty books, manuscripts, etc. He usually has to bring Jinyoung with him to excavation sites so he can restore some of the manuscripts that have rotted despite being magical

He’s also met with a lot of really important wizards around the world as he’s the only known magician with translation powers

The magical section of the UN actually tried to get him bodyguards once when he was translating some pretty sensitive material from the Babylonian era but he was like “nah i’m pretty sure daniel brought home a six-headed snake i’ll be fine” and everyone was like “is that even legal”

Literally cried when he received documents that survived the burning of the library of Alexandria due to their magical properties

His familiar is an owl and he laughed for like 20 minutes at the cliche

But it turns out the owl is an asshole and sometimes poops on the manuscripts when he doesn’t get enough attention so Jisung is also pretty decent at cleaning spells now...

Seongwoo

Specializes in street magic

He loves performing so he performs on the streets and stuff where there are a lot of people. Makes a surprising amount of money from it even though he never asks for any

His magic is a little flashy but he times his flashes and magical fireworks with his dancing it looks amazing, especially at night when it’s dark

He also does other stuff besides dancing with magic; he also does other tricks to make people laugh

He’s kinda like Gandalf when it comes to magical fireworks - he can make enormous ones that light of the whole night’s sky on New Year’s or small ones full of tiny, sparkling butterflies that don’t hurt when you catch them

He also does street art where whatever he paints, moves in order to tell a story

Most of the stuff he paints is fun and whimsical but he’s no stranger to social injustice, so some of his work is more on the serious side

His dancing magic is still his favorite though, and he specifically creates his choreography to go with it. Sometimes magic swirls around him when he does slower, more sensual dances

Other times it explodes around him as he shows off his intense popping to peppy, exciting songs that get people jumping

His familiar is a wolf puppy that never seems to grow old, so he’s always just as cheerful and bouncy as Seongwoo

Seongwoo once performed on a popular TV show that invited him, so people are actually asking for him to hold concerts, but honestly he prefers showing up at some random park at 10:34pm and just dancing his heart out to the enjoyment of whoever’s there

He always has a special fireworks show for the guys on Chinese New Year that’s thematic with the Zodiac of that year

Jihoon

Literally a professional demon summoner

You think he’s adorable and innocent? Think again dipshit. This boy has summoned the devil himself

But like he mostly does it for really mundane stuff like cleaning the toilet or organizing his summer clothes

He actually does have a service where someone can hire him to summon a demon to fix their problems or whatever

It’s how he makes his money mostly… People want petty revenge on someone who stole their girl or their haunted house hasn’t been getting enough business last Halloween

Once in awhile he actually makes friends with a demon and summons them more often than the rest so they can hang out

Once he summoned a mud demon and Minhyun actually started crying

His room is covered in pentagrams and sigils and protective spells that keep the rest of the inhabitants of the building safe

One time he noticed these boys bullying a little girl on the playground so he summoned a trickster demon who pantsed all of them it was hilarious

Then he summoned a gentler demon who gave them girl a flower

So like he acts all tough because yeah bitch he’s a professional demon summoner but he’s actually very soft and has tea parties with Beelzebub on Sunday afternoons

His familiar is a butterfly so he often can’t find her. She’s very nervous and has interrupted his summoning on more than one occasion by passing out in midair

He does his best to care for her but honestly how was he supposed to know ghouls ate butterflies?

Minhyun

Nature wizard with an affinity to plants.

His side of the room (and part of the kitchen) is covered with all different types of magical plants he’s growing.

Most of them he grows for their curative properties as he also has an interest in health magic but a few are his own personal little buddies

Somehow he can talk to them all and so it’s not uncommon for someone to walk in and finding him cooing at a vine that’s trying to throttle him

Several of his plants like to wave when people walk in the room while others are a little more antisocial

Every now and then Jaehwan tells him to care for a certain type of magical plant because he needs its leaves for his potions

Minhyun usually gets it for him as long as it isn’t too dangerous but he prefers not to ask what kind of potion Jaehwan is making. It’s better for his health not to know

Sells his medicine online to people who can’t make their own magical medicine (it’s usually older people or very busy parents who buy, but the reviews are always excellent)

His familiar is literally a giraffe so he has to go to the zoo in order to talk to his familiar who really doesn’t like being kept in a cage (but where else is a giraffe gonna live in Seoul?)

Jaehwan

A potions master, which makes no sense because his cooking skills are dreadful

So maybe he once put soy sauce in the gingersnaps, but you will never catch him mixing dandelions with beetles no way

He knows every common potion by heart and often mixes draughts to help his friends with allergies or to give them the temporary ability to feel awake so they can study all night for a test and still do well

However, he also works with some of the darker potions in secret

In potions, a lot of patience is required which he’s very good at. Often sings to himself while mixing and tries to match songs with the mood of the potion because that helps it become stronger in his opinion

Whether or not his singing actually has any effect on the potion doesn’t matter because they always turn out perfect

Has also made up his own potions because he’s just that good (and bored apparently)

Created a potion that specifically works to stop Minhyun from nagging him to clean his side of the room. Like, it doesn’t work on anyone but Minhyun, who is still a little freaked out about it

Once he tested a sleeping potion on the neighbor’s parakeet that was so powerful the poor bird went into a coma and he had to buy them a new one

He also turned Daehwi into a squirrell and they all spent four hours trying to catch the kid so he could turn him back

His familiar, ironic enough, is a bird (a crow) that honestly doesn’t talk much and just watches with disdain as Jaehwan completely ignores a centuries old book of potions in favor of making up his own

Daehwi

Weather mage. Has to be really careful because he can literally control the weather

One time he got really angry and nearly caused a tornado to form over Seoul it was really bad

Anyway now he mostly uses his magic to help people - including himself - out.

For example he has some free time and wanted to go out to the park but it’s raining? Suddenly the sun is shining and there’s hardly a cloud in the sky

Or vice versa when he’s pissed at someone he can quite easily rain on their parade as the saying goes

Minhyun sometimes recruits him to send a little rain shower to help his outdoor plants because it’s been a really hot summer and some of them are droopy

Familiar is a goldfish that he keeps safely in his room in a cute lil bowl. Minhyun got him some pretty magical plants to put in it that filter the water so he doesn’t have to worry about it

The goldfish is actually really sweet and helps Daehwi calm down so he doesn’t flood half the planet with a hyper-monsoon

On a happier note, Daehwi sometimes makes little wind gusts to blow lost balloons back to the children that lost them

Or he keeps the rain from ruining that one cute couple’s date that he saw in his favorite cafe

He also helps warn the weather channel because he can feel when a natural storm is coming and can tell if it’s really bad or not

Makes amazing snowmen for the neighborhood kids when they’re out on a snow day (that may or may not be his fault)

Jinyoung

Elemental mage who can work with earth, air, fire, and water.

He and Daehwi are very closely connected due to the natural inclinations of their magical specialties

Anyway this kid is really powerful but no one knows just how powerful because his control is amazing

They’ve only ever seen glimpses of his powers when his emotions flare up - which is a rare occurrence in itself

They’ve seen him make a bonfire twice as large because goodness these marshmallows aren’t going to roast themselves

Oh there’s a small drought happening and Jaehwan needs fresh water for his potions? No prob the air still has some moisture in it

Speaking of air suddenly all the smog over Seoul is gone and scientists are completely baffled because it shouldn’t be????

Oh wow look at that dangerous sinkhole in someone’s backyard wouldn’t it be funny if it suddenly closed up?

So yeah, they know he’s pretty powerful but only he knows exactly what he can do

Which is create and get rid of a forest fire that could wipe out millions

He can raise the ocean to cover skyscrapers

He can level rainforest with a single breath

And he can split a continent in two

But like all that is boring and there’s really no point to it so he sticks to accidentally blowing that monsoon a little off course so it misses any land and mysteriously dissipates over the ocean

His familiar is a turtle for some reason

But he loves his turtle friend and takes very good care of him by making sure the water in his tank is clean and at the perfect temperature

They actually have a good relationship because the turtle is very in tune with the earth and offers Jinyoung advice on controlling his powers

Woojin

This kid’s a straight up traditional wizard

I’m talking keeps a grimoire and everything

He’s got a spell for anything and everything

Keeps careful notes on the phases of the moon and records his spells when they work

The only nontraditional thing about him is his familiar which is a Basset Hound who loves to sleep… all day… sometimes Woojin worries he might be dead finally….

Anyway Woojin especially loves using crystals to enhance his magic and prefers performing at night

He believes there’s a goddess who created all and constantly offers spells to her because yikes she would be scary when angry

Anyway like I said, he really loves to use crystals because their energy is the strongest to him

As a result, his room is very… colorful. He has cut crystals, uncut ones, geodes, and even a few that are probably slightly radioactive but he swears it isn’t harmful and he needs them for good energy for his driving test next week

The thing is, his crystals really do have good magica energy because he scared the shit out of Jihoon one night when they started glowing during the spell he was casting

Later Jihoon asked what he was casting a spell for and Woojin answered that it was because he had constipation

But the crystals are actually really helpful and powerful when combined with Woojin’s spells

One time one of Daniel’s favorite animals was really sick and nothing he did would heal him so Woojin got some powerful herbs and his best crystals and wrote his own spell

The animal was better the next day and Daniel cried and gave Woojin like 6 new crystals he found while hiking the mountains in search of new dragon civilizations

Sungwoon

Fortune teller!

His preferred method is with tarot cards, but he is proficient with all types - crystal balls, palm reading, tea leaves, etc.

Literally has the stereotypical fortune teller shop covered in rugs and beads and stuff and wears heavy eyeliner and hooped earrings like he doesn’t need to but it’s his “aesthetic”

Has a crystal ball collection in his bedroom instead of like an action figure collection lmao dweeb

His favorite set of tarot cards is actually really minimalist which is surprising for his style, but they were a gift from his friends when he finally opened his shop so he’s really fond of them and only uses them on special occasions

His familiar is a bald eagle somehow and he’s still not sure how it got to Korea but he just goes with it because the eagle has some great jokes

Anyway, most of his fortune telling is just letting people know whether they’re gonna find love or wealth or whatever in the future

But every now and then someone comes in that just sets his magic off and he’s like woah okay this person is important I have to be careful

Sometimes world governments will secretly contact him to predict the outcome of a potential conflict with another country to see if it will be worth it or not because his predictions are always incredibly accurate

He doesn’t like doing that though and often lies saying nah war is a bad idea right now try talking it out instead

One time he predicted that Jinyoung was gonna sneeze 12 times in a row and he was right so now Guanlin has to clean his room for a month

Fun fact: the best tea for predicting is actually Earl Grey it’s just so clear like wow 1080p high def futures nice

Guanlin

Necromancer and spirit talker. Yeah he’s one powerful little shit

He doesn’t like raising people from the dead because he can’t actually raise them completely because that’s impossible, but he can bring their bodies back for a short period of time

He much prefers talking to spirits and ghosts because unlike reanimated bodies, they can actually speak and think like normal humans - they’re just a little more transparent. And also dead but ya know whatevs

Has definitely played pranks with the ghosts on his friends multiple times because his magic allows him to make spirits visible to anyone for a short period of time

His magic may seem a little less useful than others but he actually has a thriving business of people contacting him to see if they can talk to someone who’s died because they still have regrets they need to work out

For example, an elderly woman whose husband recently passed who didn’t get the chance to tell him she loved him one last time

Or another elderly lady who made a bet with her best friend in like 7th grade and she totally just won but her friend is dead but she still wants to brag

Anyway, Guanlin gets a lot of stress from this sometimes because it’s super sad but at the same time, he learns a lot

And the spirits have the coolest things to say really, especially ones from a different time

His familiar is a bat that he’s talked to like once because she’s always asleep during the day and doesn’t like being woken up

It’s chill though she always goes out at night anyway and he goes to sleep because some of the really scary spirits come out at night and nope not dealing with that nope nope

#wanna one #wanna one au #wanna one scenarios #kang daniel #jisung #ong seongwoo #jihoon #woojin #sungwoon #guanlin #daehwi #bae jinyoung #magic au #modern magic au

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bloojayoolie · 5 years

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Being Alone, Apparently, and Cats: Fancy A seet, family pet. broken hearted but hopeful, holds out her heart for a new family to love her. TO BE KILLED – 4/25/2019 Fancy’s parent was obviously a man of few words (or a woman of few words), and that may be fine in many areas of life. But when you are dumping your dog due to your landlord, it would be nice if you took 15 minutes to wax poetic about how wonderful your poor pup is, how loving and affectionate and shyly sweet. But apparently, Fancy’s parents were in a rush to get on with life, and now this poor girl is heartbroken and alone at the shelter, doing her best to give paw to new volunteer friends, trying to trust, trying to be hopeful, and most of all trying to be optimistic in the face of the worst life has thrown her. She is inherently shy, a girl who built her life around her family, though she looks like she could have had better care – her skin is a bit messy. Relaxed around cats, and gentle with the 3 year old child she loved, this shy wallflower only needs the safety of family life again to find her smile. If you are an experienced foster or adopter in an adult only home (kids over 13 ok), please won’t you open your home (and your heart) to this gentle, affectionate girl? If so, hurry and MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance fostering or adopting Fancy. My Movie! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91aKoLI26M0 FANCY, ID# 59985, 3 Yrs. old, 54.2 lbs, Unaltered Female Brooklyn ACC, Large Mixed Breed, White Owner Surrender Reason: Landlord won’t allow Shelter Assessment Rating: NEW HOPE ONLY Recommend: Adult only home (kids over 13 ok) Medical Behavior Rating: 3. Yellow AT RISK MEMO: ancy remains highly fearful in the care center and is hesitant to interact at times. We feel she would be best set up to succeed if placed with an experienced rescue partner who can allow her to acclimate and decompress at her own pace. Force-free, reward-based training only is advised when introducing or exposing Fancy to new and unfamiliar situations. Fancy has Diarrhea.. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES – BASIC INFORMATION: Fancy is a black and white large mixed breed dog. She lived with 2 adults and 1 child (Age 3). Fancy is aggressive with strangers. Fancy is usually tolerant around children. Fancy plays gently with her daughter, Snoopy ID #59985. Fancy is usually relaxed around cats. Fancy has no history of resource guarding. She has not bit anyone but tried a few times during intake. She is not housetrained. She has a medium energy level. Fancy has never any any medical issues. INTAKE NOTE – DATE OF INTAKE, 4/14/2019: Upon intake Fancy was aggressive and tried to bite and charge at us. Was not able to collar, get photo, or get her into a kennel. SHELTER ASSESSMENT SUMMARIES: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Mild pulling Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Explores, but checks in with handlers, neutral body, tail low, ears neutral, accepts treats with soft mouth, wary and timid, easily startled by sudden movements, yawns Call over: Approaches, slowly and with minimal coaxing Sociability comments: Handling Soft handling: Neutral-tense body, low tail, ears back, lip licking, distracted by outside noises, accepts all contact Exuberant handling: Neutral-tense body, low tail, ears back, lip licking, distracted by outside noises, accepts all contact Handling comments: Arousal Jog: Follows handler, low body and tucked tail Arousal comments: Knock Knock Comments: Pulls toward door and whines when assistant exits; No response to knock; Approaches assistant slowly, then turns and pulls toward door Toy Toy comments: No interest PLAYGROUP NOTES – DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: According to Fancy's previous owner, she lived a large female dog, Snoopy. She was reported to play gently with the other female. 4/15: Fancy was uncomfortable with handling when handlers attempted to remove her drag chain and choke collar. Her body would tense and would move away from handlers and track them with her eyes. A gate greet was initially conducted and Fancy greeted a novel male with a frozen body and stiff tail. Handlers brought a familiar female dog for Fancy to greet. She exchanged greets with the female with a softer body and handlers were able to remove the chain and successfully collar Fancy. A second gate greet was conducted with the male and the known female was removed. Fancy greeted him briefly and then ignored the male for the remainder of the session as she explored the pens. 4/16: Today, Fancy was introduced to a known female dog. She greets the other female with a soft body and explores the pens, checking in often with the other female. INTAKE BEHAVIOR -Date of intake:: 4/14/2019 Summary:: Snapped at and charged staff, no handling performed MEDICAL BEHAVIOR -Date of initial:: 4/16/2019 Summary:: Whale eyed, timid, tense body, muzzled ENERGY LEVEL:: Fancy has been observed to exhibit a medium level of energy during her interactions in the care center. We cannot be certain of her behavior in a home environment, but we recommend that she be provided daily mental and physical stimulation as an outlet for her energy. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children (under 13): Due to Fancy's overall level of fear and handling sensitivity, we feel she would be best set up to succeed in an adult only home at this time. Place with a New Hope partner: Although he has shown some improvement, Fancy remains highly fearful in the care center and is hesitant to interact at times. We feel she would be best set up to succeed if placed with an experienced rescue partner who can allow her to acclimate and decompress at her own pace. Force-free, reward based training only is advised when introducing or exposing Fancy to new and unfamiliar situations. Potential challenges: : Handling/touch sensitivity, Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Handling/touch sensitivity: Fancy displayed handling sensitivity during her interactions in the care center. When pressure was applied to her collar during the handling portion of her assessment, Fancy was tense, had a low tail and lip-licked while accepting all contact. She displayed similar behavior during her medical exam as well. Please refer to the handout on Handling/touch sensitivity. Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: Fancy displayed high levels of fear with the potential for defensive aggression during her admission into the care center. She was observed to escalate to charging and snapping toward staff members, as well as chewing through her rope. Although she has shown significant improvement since her intake and accepts most contact, Fancy remains overall timid and is hesitant to interact at times. She was also observed to be easily startled by sudden movements. Please refer to the handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 16/04/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 3y Microchip noted on Intake? no Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : owner surrender, noted to charge during intake Subjective: QARH, normal appetite, no elimination concerns Observed Behavior - whale eyed, timid tense body posture was muzzled for exam Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective P = wnl R = wnl BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: muzzled, adult dentition with mild attrition PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: female intact, no leakage or discharge MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: visually normal Assessment healthy Prognosis: excellent Plan: traz 5 mg/kg PO BID behavior consult SURGERY: Okay for surgery 18/04/2019 H: Monitor for diarrhea S: BARH. No csv noted. Small amount of liquid diarrhea in cage. Eyes: Grossly appropriate OU. Ears: Unremarkable AU. Nasal Cavity: No nasal discharge. Lungs: Eupneic Musculoskeletal: Ambulatory x 4 with no appreciable lameness. BCS = 5/9 Neuro: Appropriate mentation. Rectal: Not performed. Externally normal. Assessment: diarrhea Plan: start metronidazole 10 mg/kg PO BID until 4/25 then reassess *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** FANCY IS RESCUE ONLY. You must fill out applications with New Hope Rescues to foster or adopt her. She cannot be reserved online at the ACC ARL, nor can she be direct adopted at the shelter. PLEASE HURRY AND MESSAGE OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE! HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

#funny #lol #humor #memes #meme #memehumor #dank memes #funny pics #rolf #lmao #Being Alone #Apparent

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Chapter Three – Lucio I - Mishaps and Lunch

Warnings - Nothing too graphic except TW for slight vomit (not very descriptive).

Lucio had never felt so comfortable before in his life. He was drifting between the haze of sleep and consciousness, aware of his surroundings but not paying any true attention. It was warm, dark… and if Lucio had paid enough attention, he would notice the increasingly loud muffles of someone-

“Santos!”

A large, dark skinned hand slammed on the desk- barely an inch away from Lucio’s head.

Lucio jumped, an audible gasp escaping him as he awoke. He glanced around the classroom, which was filled with his smirking classmates, made Lucio realise with embarrassment he had fallen asleep in class… with probably the least patient teacher there was.

Looking up at Professor Gabriel Reyes, Lucio gave the man an apologetic smile. Reyes expression remained unchanged, unimpressed mixed with stern disappointment. Also a hint of intimidation, which was not hard considering how tall and scarily scarred his professor was.

“Uh… my bad Professor?” Lucio said meekly, trying his hardest to repress a yawn. He felt exhausted.

“”Your bad”?” Reyes cocked an eyebrow. “I expect all my students to pay attention to my lectures, and answer when I ask a question, Santos.”

“Question?” Lucio said, looking around to his peers. Most were snickering at this point, and being generally unhelpful. “Uh… could you please repeat it, professor?”

Reyes sighed, and all Lucio wanted to do was shrink down and disappear.

“I had asked you what the three laws of motion were.” Reye supplied, not entirely helpful for Lucio. He had been unable to pay attention to the two hour long lecture, and any memory of that information was non-existent in his mind. “You were set the task of researching it yesterday. I assume you did your homework?”

Crap… Lucio thought, unable to hide a grimace. He was screwed.

“The three laws of motion are… well, it’s the thing with Isaac Newton…” Lucio said, trying to speak slowly enough to think. Even if he knew it, his mind was going blank from the stress of the situation. “Uh…”

“I think that’s enough Santos, it’s clear you didn’t do the reading I set out for everyone yesterday.” Reyes grumbled, and turned away from him to face the board. Lucio gritted his teeth, feeling an awful mix of guilt and anger.

He understood why Reyes would be annoyed, but his professor’s awful mood seemed uncalled for. Then again, Reyes was always in an awful mood.

Lucio watched as he wrote on the whiteboard, making sure to take notes to ease his professor’s irritation. Which seemed an impossible task.

The next hour dragged ever so slowly, Lucio had to use any willpower left to stay awake- he really couldn’t afford to anger Reyes any further and risk being held behind.

Unfortunately, Reyes did just that.

“Santos.” Reyes called, as Lucio packed up his bag and went to leave with his other classmates. Lucio stilled, repressing a sigh. “We need to have a chat.”

“What’s up, Professor?” Lucio asked, cautiously, as he approached Reyes desk. But he had a feeling of what it was about. Reyes grimaced at his casual wording.

“Santos, tell me, why are you in this class?” Reyes asked, sharply. Lucio was taken aback, from both the question and tone. He shifted awkwardly.

“If this is about the late homework, I am sorry professor. I’ve just been kinda busy with my job and-“

“This is more than just the homework.” Reyes sighed, he didn’t look too angry- just weary. “You have been in this class for a few months but you seem to have no interest in the subject, you’ve been missing deadlines, putting a part-time job a priority when your education should be.”

Lucio was silent, staring at one of Reyes potted plants (lilies of all things), conflicted. The words struck close, all the doubts of himself laid bare- the why am I here? Is this what I want?

“Are… are you kicking me off the course?” Lucio asked quietly, Reyes rolled his eyes.

“No.” Reyes said, shaking his head slightly. “I’m not going to do that. It might seem like the opposite Santos, but I want the best for you- for my students. If you don’t want to be here, don’t be- or waste your time. Our time.”

“Uh… thank you?” Lucio said, and couldn’t help but glance towards the door. Reyes noticed.

“You can leave.” He sighed, and as Lucio practically rushed towards the door, he called out.

“Bring your damn homework next time!”

BunnieUnnie: YO where R you??? ^-^;

Froggo: Prof kept me behind :C

BunnieUnnie: aw T_T …meet me at our spot??

Froggo: can’t rn soz :O… gotta check on Amiguinho

BunnieUnnie: R U srsly naming him Amiguinho??? -_-

Froggo: Don’t judge me woman!!!! Jk jk… but maybe meet later??? You can hang with your GF until then? :)

BunnieUnnie: Blocked! >:C

Lucio smiled to himself, pocketing the phone as he made his way through campus. Much to his relief, lessons for the day were almost over, Lucio having an hour or so for a free period before his compulsory maths class. He would usually meet with Hana, but instead he had some pretty important errands. Ignoring his buzzing phone (likely Hana sending him silly GIFS), Lucio picked up his pace – the campus was pretty big, it would take him at least twenty minutes to get to his apartment.

Leaving his poorly patient for so long left a sour taste in Lucio’s mouth- the 2 hour long lesson not helping much with that concern.

Lucio was out of breath by the time he reached his apartment complex, key ready in his hand, he jogged up the two flights of stairs- barely stopping to unlock his door and rush inside. A quick glance around reminded him of the very due clean out needed- empty takeout boxes practically lined his kitchen and living area, dirty laundry thrown into a pile.

His mãe would throw a fit at the sight.

Lucio ignored it for now, sliding his bag and jacket off onto the floor whilst he made his way to his bedroom. The cage was still sat secure on his desk, undisturbed and silent as Lucio approached. He assumed Amiguinho was still sleeping.

“Hey, time to wake up Amiguinho…” Lucio cooed, as he opened the roof door. He had managed to find time to pick up some rat pellets on the way so quickly prepared his food. He hoped that the rat was healthy enough to start on solids, and not just fluid. “You up little guy?”

Lucio continued to talk softly, reaching down to nudge the bundle of fabric- he hadn’t the heart earlier to disturb and move Amiguinho earlier.

As his finger moved a section of the fabric aside, a soft pink nose slowly emerged- moving erratically, soon very twitchy whiskers were now visible. Lucio froze, staring as Amiguinho slowly lifted his head and let out a soft hiss.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Lucio said, moving his hand away- he learned his lesson the other night. “Nothing to be scared about here, just checking to see if you’re alright. You hungry?”

Lucio didn’t expect a response, he always spoke so openly with animals- even if people looked at him strange for doing so. If anything, it reassured Lucio more than the rat.

Amiguinho crawled slowly, lifting himself out of the scarf. Lucio could tell by his movements that he was still recovering, his gait wobbly and awkward, which was not helped by the missing limbs.

Thankfully his eyes seemed brighter, and more alert- and no obvious signs of shock were present.

“You’re looking so much better than yesterday Amiguinho!” Lucio smiled, and placed the bowl of pellets down in front of the rat. “Hey, you think you can eat some of this?”

Amiguinho didn’t move for a moment, staring wide-eyed at Lucio. Then, he leaned down to sniff the bowl, never taking his shiny eyes off Lucio.

His pink nose wrinkled with distaste, the rat bearing his teeth and letting out a much louder hiss than before. Amiguinho turned his back to the bowl, instead choosing to look (glare?) upwards at the still open cage roof. Lucio closed it slowly.

“Amiguinho, you have to eat. It’ll help you feel better.” Lucio chastised him, but wasn’t too concerned, yet. “But hey, it’s alright… you’re still healing, I know you feel too terrible to eat, but try later yeah?”

Sitting back on the edge of his bed, Lucio sighed. It would be naïve to assume the still injured rat would be ready to eat, and if Amiguinho had never eaten pellets before- it would be unlikely he’d rush to eat something unfamiliar.

Lucio shrugged to himself, and feeling hungry himself, decided to fix up some lunch.

He was halfway mentally composing a new song when the food was ready to dish up. Lifting the red hot pot off the stove, Lucio hummed- left foot tapping to an imaginary beat.

It was a traditional feijkoada dish, although it was nothing like his mãe would cook- a half-assed discount version if anything. But it reminded him of home, and was one of his favourites.

Delicious meat and beans, with a touch of homesickness.

With a hearty serving of feijkoada in a bowl, Lucio made his way back to the bedroom- wanting to keep an eye on his patient during his meal.

To Lucio’s dismay, he still had another class at the college in less than a couple hours- as well as work in the evening.

As Lucio settled with his meal on the bed, covers still messy from the morning, he began to eat. Lucio couldn’t help but practically hum at the taste, after only having a hastily half-eaten cereal bar the whole day, the meal was mouth-wateringly satisfying.

But, loud grating sound caught Lucio’s attention, he glanced towards the plastic enclosure, where Amiguinho was hanging off the bars of the roof, gnawing the metal frame frantically. Lucio worried for the injured rat’s safety more than anything else.

“Hey, hey, stop that.” Lucio said, gently.

Putting his bowl down, he scooted closer to the cage. Amiguinho froze in his movements, still gripping onto the roof with only one fore limb- impressive really, considering how weak the animal should be at this stage. “You’ll hurt yourself, Amiguinho.”

The rat gave a rather loud hiss in reply, Lucio frowned- but as Amiguingo bared his teeth; his grip on the cage slipped, the animal landing on the plastic bottom with a rather loud thud. The animal looked dazed.

“Oh, crap.” Lucio swore, and went to open the enclosure. He was too racked with worry to care about bites, so he scooped Amiguinho up in his hands. Lucio stroked Amiguinho lightly on his soft forehead, practically holding him against his chest like a baby.

The small rat was shaking slightly, but otherwise seemed unhurt- if not woozy. Lucio continued to stroke his forehead gently, the action seeming to calm the animal.

“You got to be more careful Amiguinho, you’re still recovering from yesterday and last thing I want is for you to be any more hurt…” Lucio chided, his soft expression turning slightly tense when Amiguinho started to shift in his arms.

It was instinctual, but Lucio could still vividly remember the painful sensation of being bitten by a rat, and would rather not repeat it.

But instead of the aggressive response he expected, Amiguinho only moved to raise himself on his hind quarters, his pink nose scrunched up as he sniffed towards Lucio’s bowl of food…

Suddenly Amiguinho tensed, and before Lucio could react, he dived.

“Hey!” Lucio gasped, his grasp on his food slipped- the bowl tipping sideways which caused half of meat to spill on the white duvet covers.

This didn’t bother Amiguinho, who was happily munching on the very species inappropriate food. The rat’s face was covered with the reddish sauce, making him look almost feral.

“Man…” Lucio sighed, rubbing his face in exasperation. “You wouldn’t eat the pellets, but thought my lunch would be a nice treat, huh?”

Amiguinho said nothing, instead he choked.

“Oh shit.” Lucio breathed, frozen as the rat hacked violently a second time- it seemed it he was eating too fast for his throat to manage. It wasn’t until he coughed a third time that Lucio jumped into action, lifting the rat in one hand as he quite sharply pressed Amiguinho’s ribcage.

A few repeated presses seemed to help. Amiguinho’s choking became less forceful after a few moments. Lucio grimaced as the rat finally threw up, chunks of half eaten meat finally unstuck from his throat.

“You really are accident prone, aren’t you?” Lucio sighed, gently wiping some sauce and food from Amiguinho’s mouth with his hand. The rat squeaked quietly, his amber eyes focusing on Lucio as he wiped away the debris. “You’re going to give me a heart attack y’know.”

Lucio grabbed a washcloth from his bathroom, Amiguinho still curled up in his arms. With the damp cloth, he finished cleaning all the sauce off the rat’s face- the animal seemed weak after his choking fit, and barely put up any fight. It was a worrying sight.

Lucio glanced at his watch, and bit his lip.

“I don’t think I can leave you here… but I got class…” Lucio mused to himself, his eyes catching sight of a small carry cage/vivarium he uses to take Alfonso, his frog, to the vets.

“That could work…”

#boombox #fanfic #junkrat #lucio #ao3 #shifter #au

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