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knullanon · 3 years

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invincible bullshit that i came up with 10 days ago i just forgot about it

ngaoevnbiaebiw its here @anxiousnerdwritings i hope you like it i got inspired by you to write this

words: 2196

warnings: past arguing, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ENTIRE SEASON 1, shooting, arguing, past manipulation

“Reports of who killed the Guardians of the globe are starting to surface, with our agents finding out about the supposed killer: we know they spared Omni-Man, killed the rest of the members, and then fled. We also know they are not from earth. Lots of people have speculated that Omni-Man is the one behind these killings, however, the government has ruled out that being a possibility, since there was no evidence of Omni-Man doing these actions. More at 7 tonight on-”

The program stopped playing as you saw a contact appear on the top of the screen, and reading it, you immediately perked up.

Swiping on the green button, you happily said, “Hey, Dad! What’cha need?”

You heard a chuckle from the other end, before he said, “Hey kiddo, how you holding up?”

“Nothing much going on here, you good over there?”

“Yup, mostly everything is fine. You know my work, they always have something for me to do.”

“Hopefully that clears up soon.”

“Yeah, hey, listen, where are you right now?”

Ugh, not this again. Your mood slightly dropped as you remembered a few years ago, when you first met Cecil. He wasn’t as good as he is now, and he would always be asking where you would be. Even in school. However, that was all in the past, since you were older, he now knew that you were responsible enough to do things on your own. At least, that’s what he wanted you to believe.

“Uh, well, I was just gonna go hang out with some friends and then go back home. Why?”

“Ok, listen to me very carefully: one of my guys is gonna pick you up near Bridgetown, ok? You’re gonna get a bracelet from them and then I’ll explain the rest here.”

What the fuck? “Oh, um, ok, when will they be there?”

“About 5 minutes. Be there soon, love you, bye.”

He hung up the phone quickly, which was extremely rare, even for him, since he would never show his love to you out publicly and you would feel weird if he even did. However, on the phone or in private he was a completely different person, having a great personality and he was an even better dad.

Well, he did say to hurry up, and 5 minutes. You checked the time and when you saw it was near 1. You strided your way towards the street he told you to meet on, and cheerfully thought of the ways to hang out with your friends after whatever he wanted to do. Maybe you could go to the mall? Maybe the food court? You’ve been meaning to try those damn milkshakes at that new bar everyone is talking about, but it was always so crowded. You never liked crowded places in the first place.

Suddenly, your phone rang again. This time, when you checked, it was your dad again. Strange. It was weird for him to call you twice in a row. He usually got to the point within a few sentences.

Picking up the phone, you said, “Hey dad-”

“________, listen to me. Get to someplace safe now. Get out of the road. Get out of the public. I don't care if you have to go inside someone else’s house, just get out of sight.”

Stopping in the middle of the road you let out some surprised stutters. “Wh- Dad, what are you talking about?”

“_______, please, just listen to me when I say this, you are in danger and you need to get out of there.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

You were shuffling around trying to find a good place to “hide” while your dad went into complete panic mode in his voice. “_______, find a place to hide, and whatever you do, get out of open space.”

You heard him speak to someone off the phone, before he cursed out loud. “I have to call you back, but someone will be there, wherever you are, ok? I… I love you.”

Before you could answer him, he hung up the phone. Anxiety was the only thing you could feel, as you looked around the desolate neighborhood. There was a reason why you chose this area over others: it was quiet and small. Not only that, but the only people who walked this way were people who were not fond of bigger crowds. In fact, you haven’t seen anyone go this way for a long time. You always wondered why, since it was the perfect way to get robbed. Of course, that would never happen, especially with all those lessons from your dad about self defense.

The street you were on had walls surrounding the sidewalk to prevent people from going into people's backyards, probably. They were too high up to climb, and they were concrete, so it wouldn’t be easy to just hop over and call it a day.

However, you were almost at the end of the street, and you knew there was a little patch of bushes and leaves that would provide the perfect cover. They were almost as tall as your dad, which always made you wonder who was watering them to be that big.

Pacing quickly towards the end of the street, and seeing no one in sight made you let out a sigh of relief. Either dad was overeating or something bad was happening, and you don’t know which would be worse. When Cec- dad overrated, it always got messy, no matter what it was about.

“Why were you out so long? I was about to send a team after you-”

“Cecil, it’s fine, I just had to talk to my-”

“Don’t call me Cecil, and don’t try to make excuses, tell me who you were with right now or I swear to god-”

You forgot the memory almost as soon as it came up, instead choosing to focus on getting to the brush where you could hide until C- Dad came to pick you up. Wherever he was. Actually, did he give you a time that he would be there?

You got a weird feeling that made you sprint towards the bushes and dive in, like there was someone behind you. You ignored it and forced your way on all fours, ignoring the cuts and scratches you were getting on your arms and legs.

There was almost a whooshing sound above you, and you wondered if your dad sent a fucking jet to get you. But that thought left your mind when you heard it right next to you, along with the sound of someone making a harsh landing onto the street. You were able to hear the little bits and pieces of concrete fly off the ground to hit the ground again.

You stayed completely still, leaning on your arms while your body was facing the street. You heard something shuffle, like moving fabric around, before a familiar voice hit your ears.

“Who’s there?” they- he said, and you were about to cry out of relief when you heard it. “Omni-Man?”

~~~~~

“Cecil, why do you think Nolan would go after ________?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” Cecil didn’t look at Debbie, instead focusing on the map in front of him, wondering where Mark could’ve been.

“What reason would he have to go after them? I just- he wouldn’t just attack a child, would he?”

Cecil felt his head start to hurt. Goddamnit, why did Nolan want to go after you? You had nothing to do with anything, besides being Cecil’s daughter. … is that why he was after you? Just because you were related to Cecil?

No, Nolan wasn’t stupid. He knew you weren’t his biological daughter, Nolan knew Cecil took you from somewhere.

He probably thought you were just someone that he got for fun, which was the furthest from the truth. Cecil didn’t-

“Sir, we’ve found Mark Grayson, along with your daughter, not at the same locations, but-”

“Where is she?” Cecil didn’t try to hide his worry in his voice. It didn’t exactly help when the agent said, in a monotone voice, “She's with Omni-Man, sir.”

~~~~~

“________? What are you doing here?”

Peeking out from the bush, you saw Omni-Man walk up towards you and hold out his hand. You graciously took it, and helped yourself up. Even when you were standing at your full height, Omni-Man was way taller than you. Like, way taller. He could beat your dad within an inch of his life even with all of that combat stuff he learned over the years.

Of course he could, he’s Omni-Man dumbass. Ignoring the thought, you answered, “I’m, uh, busy.”

You saw him give a small smile. “You’re busy hiding in the bushes?”

“Yes.” you cursed internally for answering that so quickly like an idiot. You weren’t expecting him to let out a laugh. He continued while you stood there, confused as all hell.

Finally, he said, “You know, you’re a terrible liar.” You laughed along with him for a moment, before saying, “Yeah, I know.”

His face suddenly darkened, before he said, “So, why are you out here?”

The laughter in the air was gone now, only replaced by crushing silence as he waited for your answer. You felt yourself shrink under his scrutinizing gaze. He looked like he was judging you for just standing there. Well, he could’ve also been judging you because you were in a bush just 10 seconds earlier. After a few more seconds, you broke.

“C- Dad said to hide somewhere.”

“Aren’t you too old to be playing those games?”

“Yeah, I am, but apparently someone was gonna come and get me. He just said to get out of open space.”

You heard him mutter something under his breath, before he scratched the back of his head.

“Well, I can see why he would want that.”

“Really? Why?”

“A mob boss named Machine Head.” When you gave him a confused look, he elaborated, “Machine head was a guy who took down the new Guardians of the Globe along with… Mark. They thought they got him, but unfortunately they weren’t able to kill him.”

“How does that have anything with me?”

“... You’re Cecil’s daughter. Cecil was the one who found out about Machine Head. And took him down. Machine Head wants revenge against Cecil for ruining his plans, so he’s probably going to take it out on you.” When you still gave a surprised stare, he asked, “Do you really not have this happen often?”

“No, Dad keeps me inside alot…” your voice trailed off when you heard your phone ring, and picking it up, you saw it was your dad.

“Hello?”

“_________, I told you to get to somewhere safe!”

“I-I am! I’m with Nolan!”

“Hey, Cecil, don’t worry, I’m right here.” Nolan’s voice was filled with sarcasm, probably an old joke between the two. After all, they were both good friends to each other.

“No, you don’t understand, ______, listen to me-”

Suddenly you were grabbed by your arm, and dragged down. You were caught by Omni-Man before you hit the ground, though. Looking behind him, you saw two trucks coming towards you, along with multiple people in them, with weapons of all sorts.

You didn’t have time to ask who they were or what they wanted, as Omni-Man grabbed you and pulled out off the ground, and into the air. It took you a few moments, but you realized you were in the air. Flying.

Reaching for your phone in your pocket to call your dad back, you realized you must’ve dropped it. However, you weren’t about to waste your energy trying to get it back. Especially not when you were high above the ground. So you simply hung on for dear life as Omni-Man flew away from the shouting people in the cars.

~~~~~

“Where is she?”

“She went with Omni-Man, sir.”

Cecil stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck happened. It was obvious now that Nolan had no intentions to harm you, but why would he take you and not tell you anything? Cecil wondered before something was handed to him. “We found this near where they took off, sir.”

It was your phone. Completely crushed to bits. “Omni-Man took it from her and crushed it without her knowledge, sir.”

“You started to shoot at her?! What the hell were you thinking!?”

The men stood there, completely still realizing their mistake. “We’re not kids playing at some game, this is real life. And now- I-” he really wanted to kill Nolan now. Debbie was going to become a widow, and he really didn’t care.

Walking up to the truck that was nearest to him, he opened the back and shuffled around, trying to find something, anything that would be of use.

Then he found his favorite gun. The only one he could actually hold himself without another person that stopped Omni-man.

Loading the ammunition, he walked over to Donald, who had a tablet in his hand. “Sir, we’ve found where they’re going.”

Looking at the area on the map, Cecil tapped his wrist watch, and said, “Good. Get the backup ready, and get Mark Grayson. Get Invincible.”

#yandere invincible #yandere nolan grayson #yandere cecil stedman #originally i was gonna put the invincible logo at the end but i didn't want to do that much work cuz im tired rn

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babbushka · 3 years

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hello ms. Zimmerman <3 how are you this fine evening? i have an idea for flip and his wife and kiddos. 'squishing the other’s cheek' after flip loses the game on familly game night and is grumpy, and his wife and kiddo are trying to cheer him up!

A/N: Omg I adored this prompt! Lol Flip really is such a sore loser, this request made me crack up. I hope that you enjoy this short and sweet little something!

1k, mentions of the zimmerman kiddos, fluff! (set in the Flip & His Darling Jewish Wife AU)

By all accounts, Sunday evenings should be nice evenings. You and Flip had decided a long time ago to try and do something fun with the kids, considering the day was always reserved for house cleaning and chores. Someone had suggested doing board game nights, and you had liked the idea, so that’s what you, your husband, and your gaggle of kids find yourselves up to this evening.

Sitting in the living room, everyone is cozied up in their pajamas with a couple boxes of pizza practically empty off to the side, as the coffee table is covered with scraps of paper, little metal pieces, and of course, the board. And as per usual, when Flip rolls the dice and takes his turn, he throws his hands up in the air with a scowl that has the kids laughing, because they know what’s coming.

“I fuckin’ hate this,” He starts in a way that you can almost bet money on, “You’re such a fuckin' cheater, you know that?”

“Someone’s being a sore loser.” You tease in a sing-song voice, the kids already rolling their eyes and grinning at their father’s theatrics.

“Why do I agree to this shit, no one ever plays fair, that isn't right you know, you're teaching our kids to cheat.” He points a finger in your direction, and now the kids turn to look at you, wondering how you’ll react to the accusation.

“How do you expect any of us to cheat at Monopoly honey? It's not my fault you landed on Boardwalk.” You reply, making the kids all swivel their head, this dance that they know so well will usually end up in a very funny display of their usually calm cool reserved Pop absolutely losing it.

“I don’t know how you do it! But I know you do. All of you conspire against me, I’m sure of it.” Flip mutters and scowls at his children -- his eldest son, daughter, and then the triplets -- and they take mock offense to the claim (even though usually, he’s right) before dissolving into a fit of loud giggles when he frowns, “Don’t laugh at me, it’s bad enough I’m losing!”

“Would a kiss make it better?” You offer in a teasingly condescending tone, because Flip sounds like he’s about to throw a tantrum.

“No.” He shoots back from the other side of the coffee table, crossing his arms in front of his chest, which only slightly jostles one of the triplets, who has settled himself on Flip’s lap.

“Are you sure?” You ask, and now all the kids are looking at him, and he blushes a deep crimson at that, at being so under scrutiny by his children. They’re definitely yours, he thinks, so nosy.

“...Well it couldn’t hurt.” Flip decides, and you grin, gently patting two of your daughters who had snuggled up on either side of you so that they get the hint to move so you can lean across the coffee table.

Flip stretches himself to meet you halfway, and you grasp both of his cheeks in your palms and give him a chaste kiss right on the lips, a playful smacking sound that has your youngest ones giggling.

“Did it help?” You ask, fully aware of how silly this situation is, and Flip only rolls his eyes.

“I don’t know. I think I need another one.” He tries, but before he can kiss you again on the lips, his eldest son, your six year old, immediately pipes up from his spot on the couch.

“Can I try? I want to try!” He asks eagerly, at that age where all he wants to do is help with whatever he possibly can.

“Give him a big one right on the cheek.” You smile and nod, encouraging him to walk around the coffee table.

Flip bends down so that his son can reach his cheek, and much like you did, he squishes Flip’s face and leaves a smacking smooch right on one of Flip’s dimples, because really, how could Flip not smile at the wide eyed boy?

“Did it help, Pop?” He asks, waiting with bated breath for the answer, as if this were the most important thing he’s ever done in his very young life.

“It sure did, zeeskeit, thank you.” Flip ruffles his hair, and your son happily bounds back to his spot on the couch.

“My turn!” One of the triplets announces, and you and Flip exchange an amused glance. Of course the siblings couldn’t just be left out, even for something so simple as trying to cheer up their mostly playing grouch of a father.

“Wait no, it’s my turn! I want to help!” Your eldest daughter frowns, assertive in the way that you just know she’s going to take on the world.

“No, me!” Two of the other triplets say at the same time, and you realize that if you don’t get things under control, Sunday night will go from fun board games to a brawl.

“Alright one at a time, make sure to give Pop’s face a good squeeze when you do it.” You interject with laughter in your voice, reaching for the 35mm camera silently as your children practically line up.

One by one, they squeeze Flip’s face and give him a kiss on the cheek, and you discreetly snap a couple photos for the memory albums. After all of your children have had their turn, everyone settles back down on their spots in the living room; your eldest son on the couch, your other son on Flip’s lap, and your daughters snuggled up against your sides.

“Better?” You ask, now that he has been practically smothered with silly affection by a gang of happy toddlers.

“Yeah.” Flip admits, much to the satisfaction of his family.

“Good.” You smile, pleased that this particular interlude has come to its end, so that you can get back to the matter at hand. Flip had made his move, and he had moved his piece, and landed on one of your properties, which meant, “Now, I believe you owe me two thousand dollars.”

It was all you and your family could do but to laugh, when Flip realizes he was actually in the middle of losing Monopoly, and shouts, “God dammit!”

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#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman/reader #flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman fluff #adam driver fanfic #adcu #blackkklansman #flip and his darling jewish wife au #yes we have a lot of kids no i will not accept constructive criticism about it lol

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my-emotional-self · 3 years

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Toxic Love Chapter 6

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing. But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide, nightmares

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story! I apologize in advance!

After Steve and Bucky helped you get everything unpacked, the three of you enjoyed some take-out. Pizza to be exact. Well, the same pizza you had earlier with them. You had been craving it for the last two weeks and your stomach was very happy.

“Did you make your grocery list yet?” Bucky asked as he took care of the cleaning up.

You couldn’t help but laugh. As you were unpacking the few items you had for your personal kitchen, you began playing with the screen on the refrigerator. You couldn’t believe the high tech gadget and while it took you nearly an hour, you finally figured out how to add groceries to the list.

“I did. I’m surprised I was able to figure it out, it only took me about an hour,” you responded.

This made Bucky full out laugh. “An hour? That’s actually impressive. It took Steve here almost a month to figure it out before he finally gave up and asked for help.”

Trying to hide your smirk, you turned to look at Steve. He had a scowl on his face as he was looking at Bucky. “Let’s not forget I was frozen for 70 years. I’m still trying to learn all this damn technology.”

Leaning over you pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Don’t worry about it Steve. Other than my gaming setup, I’m not too big on technology either.”

~~~

“Dad, I’m home!” you called out to your father as you shut the front door to the run down farmhouse. It was just the two of you now ever since your mother’s death one year ago today. You didn’t want to go to school, you wanted to stay home. Stay in bed. But your father said it would be best to try and continue on like it was any other normal day. It would never be a normal day. Ever again.

As you turned the corner and into the living room, you saw him. Your father. Dead. Hanging from the wooden ceiling beam with a noose around his neck. “Dad?” you choked out, not believing that this was happening again. “No. No, no, no, no, NO!” you screamed as you ran to him. Upon touching his leg you knew it was too late. Way too late. He was so cold to the touch. It had been hours since he committed suicide and you weren’t here for him.

“Why dad! WHY DID YOU DO THIS! DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE!!” you cried and begged but it was no use. He too was now gone.

~~~

You jolted awake by the feeling of hands on you. Your breathing was ragged and you were dripping in sweat. Both Steve and Bucky on either side of you; their eyes filled with worry.

“Are you alright?” Steve questioned.

“How..did you…get in…here,” you replied as you tried to catch your breath. These kinds of nightmares always made you feel like you had just ran a marathon.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y alerted us that your heart rate was going through the roof. You scared us half to death with your screaming doll,” Bucky spoke quietly in the dark room. “You feel warm,” he said as he placed the back of his flesh hand over your forehead.

Shrugging him away as nicely as possible, you got out of bed. “I’m fine. I’m just going to take a cool shower. Thanks for coming to check on me though.”

Inside the confines of your bathroom you opened the medicine cabinet and took out a couple of bottles. Filling up a glass of cold water, you placed the pills in your mouth and downed the entire glass.

It had been months since you last had a nightmare. To be honest, you thought they were finally done with, until you realized the todays date. Of course. It was the anniversary of your parents’ death. How could you have forgotten? Oh right. You had met your soulmates and spent the entire day moving into your new place. Now you felt guilty for even forgetting in the first place.

As you stripped of your sweat soaked clothing, you hopped into the shower. The water mixed with your tears as you quietly sobbed and asked your parents for forgiveness.

~~~

When you got out of the shower, Steve and Bucky were no longer in your room. Instead, you found a little note on your pillow.

We didn’t know if we should give you space or wait for you so we will let you make that decision. Let us know if you need us to come back tonight. Try and get some sleep sweetheart.

Steve and Bucky

Even though the note was sweet and thoughtful, you knew instantly that you would not be getting any more sleep tonight.

By eight in the morning you were still awake and scrolling through social media when a text from Bucky came in.

Bucky: Breakfast in the communal kitchen? Everyone would like to meet you.

Oh god. You were dreading this part. You had already met Natasha, but to meet everyone else all at once? Anxiety began to creep over you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet them, it was that you had anxiety about meeting people for the first time.

Y/N: Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready

Jumping out of bed you headed for the closet to try and figure out what to wear. Was this casual? Or was everyone going to be wearing their pajamas? Did you want to dress to impress them? Or did you want to be yourself? You went with the latter, figuring if you were going to all be living under the same roof, they might as well get to know the real you.

You put on a pair of black skinny ripped jeans and a plain forest green t-shirt. Slipping your feet into your comfortable black flats, you were about to head out the door when you took a look at yourself in mirror. Steve would blow a fuse at the dark circles under your eyes. So you quickly placed some concealer under your eyes.

Steve and Bucky were waiting for you in the kitchen and the three of you headed down to the communal living area. They didn’t ask you about your nightmare and you were grateful for that.

The elevator doors opened and for once, your stomach growled at the smell of breakfast in the morning. You loved breakfast food, but you weren’t big on eating in the morning. Now breakfast for dinner, that was something you could eat every night.

Steve cleared his throat and everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the three of you. Instantly you felt your face heat up.

“Everyone, this is our soulmate Y/N,” Steve spoke loud and clear. He began pointing everyone out for you. “That’s Tony, Pepper and Bruce. You know Natasha of course and right there is Clint and Darcy. Thor and Jane are still on Asgard but you’ll meet them another time.”

You awkwardly waved. “Hey everybody.”

Tony was the first to come up to you and he shook your hand. “Tony I can’t thank you enough for my rooms here. They are perfect.”

He waved his hand like it was no big deal. “Please. My gift to you. And that is why I pay my interior designer the big bucks. She knows what she’s doing. Now, if you need anything, anything at all, just ask F.R.I.D.A.Y and I’ll make it happen. Happy to have you here kiddo. Maybe you can keep those two out of trouble huh?”

“I’ll try,” you chuckled.

Just then Bruce came up and the two of you exchanged quiet ‘hellos’ before he and Tony were off to their lab, food and coffee in hand.

“Hey, now that you’re here, maybe Cap will stop being such a grouch all the time now that he’ll get laid,” Clint blurted out and as quickly as the words left his mouth, Natasha smacked him upside the head. “What? It’s the truth. No offense Steve but you have been a real crab ass the last few months.”

“Shut up Clint!” Darcy spoke as she shoved him out of the way. “Hi there. I’m Darcy. Darcy Lewis. Just ignore him. He doesn’t think before he speaks.”

In that moment, you knew you were going to be good friends with Darcy. “Nice to meet you Darcy.”

“Now I hear that you game, is that correct?” she began to say as the two of you piled food onto your plates and sat down.

The morning didn’t go as bad as you thought. The only downside was that it now seemed Steve was in a bad mood because of Clint’s big mouth. At least you were getting to know Darcy and Pepper and they both were really nice.

Darcy asked you a lot of questions about your job and gaming. She had even asked if she could sit in on a night that you worked so she could watch everything. Of course you said she could. Hell, it would be fun to have Darcy there.

You were starting to get tired after not getting much sleep so you excused yourself and went back to your room. Tonight would be the first night that you will be working at the tower and you wanted to try and get some rest. You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

“Is everything alright sweetheart?” Steve’s voice startled you just as you were about to open your door.

“Jesus Steve, don’t sneak up on me like that,” you replied with a hand on your heart.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to make sure you were feeling alright. Especially after last night is all.”

Dropping your hand from your chest, you gave him a tight smile and put your arms around his narrow waist, pulling him in for a hug. “I’m ok Steve. Just a little tired is all.”

He placed his chin on your head and held you in his arms. You felt safe against him. Like nothing or no one could ever hurt you. You were starting to realize that maybe single life wasn’t what you truly wanted. Single life was just something that you had become accustomed to over the last year. Maybe being in a relationship again would be better for you.

#steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #dark!steve rogers #dark! steve rogers

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prettyboyoongs · 4 years

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Habits | Min Yoongi

should I make this a series?

holding hands

- if he has a nightmare during the night, he’ll whine and reach for your hand and the two of you will squeeze each other’s hands before going back to sleep, “it’s okay, bub. i’m right here.” you’ll whisper in the dark.

- when he says something that upsets or rubs you the wrong way, you often scooch far away from him, wherever that may be (on the couch, in the bed, in the car, etc). he always gives you some time before he’s reaching over and grabbing at your hand, intertwining your fingers. neither of you say anything, but neither of you have to.

- whether he’s on the top or the bottom during sex, his hands are everywhere on you until it’s time for you two to climax. you always cum together, no matter what— both of you make sure of it. when you’re riding him, his hands are gripping at your hips until he hears you gasp after his tip hits your g-spot repeatedly. yoongi immediately lets go and pulls your hands away from his chest to intertwine your fingers. when he’s on top of you, you’re usually the one to make the first move. you let go of the sheets to grab at your lover’s hands, to which he automatically responds and squeezes your hands as tightly as possible as you both come closer to your orgasms. when he’s hitting you from behind, your body start to tense up when you’re close. yoongi will feel this and tap your spine, making you reach your hand behind you and wait until he slides his into yours. “give me your hand, baby.”

- when he’s having a bad day and the two of you are unable to go home, he finds comfort and stability in your hands. whether you two are out at dinner with the boys, in a meeting, at practice, backstage at a concert, etc. as soon as he feels your fingertips rub at his knuckles softly, he lets out a deep breath and he feels the tension leave his body. “just a little longer, okay?” you whisper to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

- this one actually looks weird to a lot of people, but the boys and your families are used to it at this point. you two almost always hold hands while eating. if you two are sitting across from each other, your hands will be outstretched across the diameter of the table and placed into each other’s. if you two are sat beside each other, your fingers will be intertwined and sat in either his lap or yours.

touching his lips, the back of his neck, or the shell of his ear

- he often does this when the two of you are having a serious conversation, argument, or fight. when he’s listening to you or explaining himself after he did something wrong, he’ll usually run his fingers across his lip nervously. when he’s sharing his feelings or telling his side of the story, he’ll play with his ear anxiously. when things aren’t going very well and neither of you are getting anywhere in the argument, when you start to cry, when you start getting frustrated about him ‘not understanding what you’re saying’ (which happens a lot), he’ll rub at the back of his neck. “i’m listening to you, baby. i’m hearing you, i am. i understand. just let me talk for a second.”

him being extremely patient

- the day he gets back home from tour is the day you’re usually most hyper and excited. you’re up his ass for the majority of the day, but he doesn’t seem to mind. you’re extra clingy, you’re loud and noisy, you never seem to stop talking but you also stay absolutely silent when you ask yoongi to tell you stories about the tour, etc. he never seems to get annoyed by it; he actually seems to love it, but he would never admit that. “i missed you, too, baby.”

- your daughter was definitely a daddy’s girl. she was constantly behind him, her small hands grabbing at him if he was going too fast or she felt he was going too far away from him. she would cry when he was gone, but the tears instantly stopped the minute he walked through the front door. you two liked the idea of co-sleeping a lot, so she slept with you two at least two times a week. if she wasn’t in between you both in the middle of your bed, she was cuddled into her father on the left side of the bed. yoongi had a lot of patience, but he always had a lot more than normal when it came to his little girl. “it’s okay, princess! daddy’s right here, don’t cry!”

- he was the boys’ playground at all times. whether it was jungkook smacking his ass randomly, jimin falling onto him while he laughed, taehyung grabbing his hand to hold it when they are put on the same team or just because he’s bored and thinks he needs the affection, namjoon breaking something and standing over his shoulder apologizing as he watches his hyung fix it, hobi doing absolutely anything and everything that comes to mind, seokjin doing small things just to piss him off— it didn’t matter. he just let them do whatever they pleased, as long as they were happy.

the dance he does when he’s excited about something

- when you walked out of the bathroom with the positive pregnancy test in your hand and tears in your eyes, this was yoongi’s immediate reaction. you laughed and ran towards him, jumping onto him, your happy sobs muffled by the crook of his neck. his hands wrapped around your body tightly, spinning the two of you around happily. it didn’t take long before he, himself, was shedding tears into your shoulder. “it’s happening, it’s really happening.. fuck..” he’d whisper in shock, his grip on you tightening.

- this is his go-to dance when he’s told the boys are nominated for an award, are invited to a famous television show in america for an interview, when their song is number one, when he wins in a game during run bts, when shooting or practice is over and he can finally go home to you, etc. it’s literally his go-to dance for everything

- your daughter had just walked down her classroom to recieve a laminated piece of paper proving she had finished kindergarten. when she turned around, yoongi was doing this dance at the other end of the room, making her and the rest of the kids in the class giggle. “i’m so proud of you, babygirl. look at you! you’re growing up so fast.”

sticking his tongue out

- he walked into your shared bedroom, towel wrapped lowly around his waist as water continued to drip from his hair onto his body. you were too busy cleaning up to notice his appearance. you bent over to pick up some dirty clothes off the floor, which allowed yoongi to see the lace underwear you were wearing underneath his FG shirt. his tongue was out at the sight, already extremely turned on. by the time you stood back up, yoongi was standing behind you, pressing your back to him tightly. his left hand grabbed at your neck softly while his right hand gripped at your waist. you gasped in surprise, nearly dropping the dirty clothes. “you look so fucking good, babygirl.. why don’t you put the cleaning on hold for a little while and let daddy take care of you, yeah?”

- he was at the kitchen table coloring with you and your daughter, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he tried his hardest to stay in the lines. you and your daughter looked at each other after noticing, leaning into each other and giggling, silently agreeing that he was the cutest thing you two had seen. “are my girls over there making fun of me? do i need to go get the tickle monster?”

resting his face onto his hand

- you sat in front of him, tears of frustration rolling down your face as you expressed your worries about the wedding. you had so much going on and you guys were supposed to get married in four months. “hey, it’s okay. let’s just take our time. don’t let this stress you out; this is the day you’ve dreamt of since you were a little girl, sweetheart. let’s just focus on making this the best day of our lives, okay? no more crying, babydoll. come here.”

- jungkook talked until his face turned blue. once he finally stopped speaking, he looked up at yoongi nervously, his chest heaving up and down. “i don’t know what you want me to say, gguk. i mean, honestly? i’m not surprised. i knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, but i guess i wasn’t as prepared as i thought i was.. i’m sorry, kiddo. i really am. but that’s my girl, man. i plan to marry her and start a family with her; i don’t see us breaking up anytime soon, if at all. you’re going to have to do something about this crush, ggukie. it isn’t fair to me, y/n, or you. you two will never be a thing; it absolutely will not happen.”

- your daughter sat at the dinner table, bouncing in her seat excitedly as she picked at food and ranted about the cute new kid in her class. you smiled as she spoke, her happiness warming your heart. you looked over at your husband to see his reaction to your thirteen year old’s words, tears filling your eyes as soon as you laid your eyes on him. he had completely disregarded his food, his attention solely on his little girl. he sat there with open ears and caring eyes, his head resting on his hand as he nodded along to her words— something he did when he was truly listening. “they sound great, honey. why don’t you ask them if they want to go to the movies this weekend? you guys could see the new marvel movie; didn’t you say they liked superheroes?”

#min yoongi #bts one shot #bts imagines #yoongi fluff #yoongi scenarios #yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #yoongi smut #suga #min suga

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auroracalisto · 4 years

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truth or dare

was watching tvd earlier and this great idea popped into my head

pairing: kol mikaelson x human reader

word count: 1,504 words

warnings: jeremy = hunter, elena = vampire, you = human. slight canon divergence to fit this timeline. i.e., no death on the original side :-) also i’d like to imagine that if kol loved someone strong enough, he would do anything for them. so. this is something like that. possibly out of character kol, but for the plot, amirite? mild cussing. mentions of death. uh, possible spoiler if you have not watched season 4 of vampire diaries.

“You all are ridiculous,” Elena scoffed, rolling her eyes as she took her seat beside of you, smiling. “Alright, alright. Ummm, truth,” she said, in response to Bonnie.

Bonnie widely smiled. “Good choice,” she winked, a laugh escaping her. “Elena, is it true that your first kiss was with a guy named Josh at the skating rink during our fifth grade graduation party?”

Elena laughed and she nodded. “Yes,” she grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Alright, [Your name],” your slightly older sister looked over at you. “Truth or dare?” she smiled.

You blushed, rubbing your hands against your jeans. Your cellphone buzzed in your pocket, but you chose to ignore it for the time being. “Uh, truth.”

“Gosh, no fun,” Elena pouted at you. But it soon became a smile. “Is it true that when you were little, you had an imaginary best friend named Dot?”

“Uh, no sweet thing, wasn’t that yours?” you tilted your head.

Her eyes widened a bit and she laughed. “Was it?” she asked, looking over at Jeremy who just snickered and laughed. Elena let out another laugh before she shook her head and looked at you.

You pursed your lips for a moment before you looked towards Stefan. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Oooh,” laughed Elena as she took a sip of the drink she had been nursing just a few minutes before.

“I dare you...” you sighed a bit, thinking of a dare. You then smiled at Stefan. “I dare you to show everyone the last picture on your camera roll.”

Damon raised an eyebrow from where he sat. “That’s boring.”

Stefan sighed, but didn’t back down from the dare. He pulled out his phone and showed his last, very racy picture in his camera roll.

“Oh my god,” you laughed, “who did you send that—“

Stefan caught your eye and sent you a warning glance. You stifled your laugh but he couldn’t help from smiling at you. No matter what had happened between your sister and the brothers, you had always remained good friends with them.

Stefan sighed and looked over at his brother. “Truth or dare, Damon?”

“Truth is, this game sucks,” he groaned.

“Truth or dare.”

“Fine,” he sighed and took a swig of whatever was in his glass. “Truth.”

“What was the name of your piano instructor when you went through that ‘holier than thou’ phase?”

“What?” Elena looked at Damon with wide eyes.

He just waved her off. “It was the 1950′s. You had to be there to understand,” he said.

“But wasn’t that a time for, you know, Elvis and shit like that?” Jeremy snickered from his seat beside of Bonnie.

“She was nice on the eyes, okay?” Damon rolled his eyes. “Her name was Celestial. And let me tell you, she was no angel,” he laughed a bit. The rest of the group laughed, while Elena just smiled and shook her head.

“Okay, [Your name], back to you.”

“She already went—“

Damon cut Jeremy off. “Who makes the rules? My house, kiddo,” he winked, sitting his glass down on the table. “Truth or dare, [Your name]?”

“Truth...?”

Damon’s smirk only grew. “Great choice, [Your name].”

You could feel yourself growing more anxious by the second as he stared you down.

“[Your name],” he cleared his throat, “is it true that you’re dating Kol Mikaelson?”

All the color drained from your face.

At this moment, the only thing that could be heard was the flickering of the fire.

You kept your eyes on Damon, your breath stuck in your throat.

“Well?”

“[Your name]...” Jeremy began, looking at you in disbelief. “Are you serious? You... dating the guy that’s been trying to kill me?” He scowled at you, sitting his cup down on the table beside of him. “Are you going to answer, or are you just going to sit there?”

Elena stared at you like you were crazy. “He’s a homicidal maniac. Are you—you’re human, for crying out loud. He could literally kill you whenever he wanted—”

“—you’ve dated Stefan, and now you’re dating Damon. How’s this any different?” you quickly retorted.

“First off, they’re not an original vampire that’s been around for a thousand years. Are you crazy, [Your name]?”

No one besides your siblings had said a word.

Elena had forced you to look at her before she spoke. “[Your name],” she said, taking ahold of your hand and tearing off your vervain bracelet. You looked at her in disbelief. “I want you to go home. You’re going to stay there and you’re not going to let anyone inside. Jeremy and I will deal with you later.”

“Elena—“

“Go.”

You couldn’t argue with compulsion. You hesitantly stood up and grabbed your coat, making sure your phone was in your pocket, before you quickly left the Salvatore’s home. If you dared to look back, they might as well have let you back in the game. But, then again, that wasn’t about to happen. You knew that they were angry. Each of them, even if they didn’t say anything.

You made your way home and you quickly shut the door, unable to stop your tears from finally falling. You grabbed your phone, dialing the only person you wanted to see: Kol.

He had never been in your home. Now, you couldn’t even allow him to come in. But hearing his voice would be enough to calm you down.

“Hello, love,” Kol’s voice rang out of the speaker.

You squeezed your eyes shut, quietly trying to stop yourself from crying.

“[Your name]? Are you going to say hi, or did you call me just to give me the silent treatment?”

“I’m sorry...”

He was quiet for a moment, a deep frown etching into his features. You just knew he could tell you were upset. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I—nothing is wrong. I just needed to hear your voice.”

“Oh, dear, I know you’re lying to me,” he chuckled softly. “Tell me, [Your name]. What happened?”

“Elena compelled me. I can’t leave my house right now...”

“What?”

“Kol—“

“—I am coming. Now.”

You couldn’t even try to argue with him as he quickly hung up the phone. It was only a matter of maybe two minutes before the man was at your doorstep. He loudly knocked on your door. “[Your name]? Don’t pretend like you can’t hear me, love. I know you’re in there.”

You sniffled softly and walked to the front door, hesitantly opening it.

Kol gave you a soft smile, but it disappeared when he saw your tears. He went to step inside the house, but he was quickly stopped. He looked at the woman in confusion.

“Well, I know I’ve never been in your home before, but I certainly would expect you to let me in—“

“—I’ve been compelled not too, Kol.”

He sighed softly and closed his eyes. “Come closer.” You did as you were told, without technically leaving the house. He opened his eyes and kept his trained on yours. “You’re going to let me in, alright?”

You stared at him for a moment, but you nodded. Whatever compulsion Elena had on you would never beat an Original’s compulsion.

“Come in,” you said, slightly moving out of the way for your vampire boyfriend.

He grinned at you and came into the house.

“Now. Tell me,” he said, cupping your cheeks. “What’s going on? What happened?”

“Damon knows about us,” you blurted. “He told everyone. Elena, Jeremy, Stefan—hell, Bonnie was there. They know about us. They’re so angry with me, Kol, but I can’t—I can’t just stop seeing you. They act like they would understand anything,” you took in a deep breath. “You would think they wouldn’t act this way after Elena hopped from both brothers. She even killed on of yours—I just—“

“—hey,” he softly spoke, his hands tilting your head so you would be looking at him. “Calm down. You’re okay. Nothing bad is going to happen to either of us.”

You squeezed your eyes shut before you found yourself hugging onto the Original vampire.

“What if we did something?”

“Like what?” you whispered into his chest.

He smiled as he felt your chest softly rumble against him as you spoke. “What if we just... left?”

You looked up at him, a confused expression on your face.

“Well, what if I took you to live with Klaus and I? You wouldn’t have to tell them where you were, and you’d be safe. I’d be with you. Either I would be, or Klaus would... You would be safe,” he repeated.

“You... would do that?” you asked.

He pursed his lips before he nodded. “Yeah. For you, [Your name], I believe I would do anything.”

“What if I asked you to not kill Jeremy—“

“—one thing at a time, dear,” he rolled his eyes. “And I wouldn’t have to kill him if he would just listen to me, now would I?”

#kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #kol x reader #kol #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #the originals #the vampire diaries #one shot #jeremy gilbert #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years

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Chaos Horizon

Part 6 of the ‘Successors of the Future’ is out! Man, next week is already the new year... what a year this has been! Anyway, I don’t have a lot of things to say today so let’s get right to it! Oh, and have a happy holiday everyone!!

Let us never forget that this whole series begin because of the amazing @tri3tri and her equally amazing fics and galaxy brain. If you haven’t check out her blog yet, then please do! I’m such a sucker for family drama and yandere characters and her blog continues to feed me whenever work stresses me out.

A year has passed in Twisted Wonderland. More importantly, for the students in Night Raven College.

Renata has learned quite a few important things just this one, short year. Yes, she needed allies for the time when her father finally discover her presence here in Night Raven College, but she never expected to honestly care and dare she admits it, love Hoyle and Rex.

They were nothing like the friends she made in her old school back at the other world. She noticed their true personalities underneath the surface with each passing days. Underneath his sarcasm, gung-ho attitude and sly tongue, Hoyle Trappola is someone who cares deeply for those who managed to see through him; see past his defences. Renata felt blessed to be his close friend after a night the three of them shared in her bedroom, just playing games and watching movies on his laptop. In a rare window of honestly after Renata explains about her family life and circumstances, Hoyle repaid her honesty by admitting that he wish that he could be a better son to his Dad. Being a single father is tough and despite doing his best to shield him from the hardships and struggles, Hoyle overheard one night when his Dad is talking to his grandparents on the phone. How they urged him to consider marrying a woman so he could have someone to support him and Hoyle in the house.

This was when he was still a child.

Renata didn’t offer sweet, comforting words. She knows that all Hoyle wanted was to vent, so he let him talk while tucking her head on his shoulder and pressed close to his side. She listens because that was Hoyle needed.

Rex is the total opposite of Hoyle, yet just as bright and amazing in his own way. Underneath his serious demeanours, resting bitch face and volatile impulses, Rex Spade is actually an insightful and gentle-hearted boy who looks out for Renata and Hoyle even when it’s unwarranted. Though it’s quite easy for them to persuade him to join in their shenanigans with a few teasing words and in Hoyle’s case, a challenge.

Never had Renata enjoyed her school life with friends like these!

The other important thing - or realisation - that Renata discovered is that her Mama’s friends always kept her in their thoughts.

Though Hoyle’s Dad gobsmacked expression when he brought her to his home for Winter’s Break was, uh, an experience. To put it very mildly.

Renata originally planned to return home via the same spell that Headmaster Crowley used all those years ago to send Mama and her siblings back to her world during Winter’s Break. But while Hoyle, Rex and her were hanging out and playing cards in Heartslabyul’s main lounge, Hoyle brought up in mid conversation that his Dad offered their home to stay if she had no way to go during the holiday.

“You’ve been talking about me to your Dad?” Renata had asked, folding her cards on the table. It sucks to learned that she’s terrible at poker and she pouts whenever Hoyle snickered at another bad hand on her. “Or have you been complaining about me?”

Beside him, Rex stares down at the cards in his hands, hard. As if they hold the answers to the universe. Around them, the other Heartslabyul students gave their table a wide berth, though there were a few brave souls that greeted Renata when they came over to tease Hoyle.

Renata happily introduces herself to them as a show of appreciation.

“A bit of both. Mostly complaining when we had to clean the Hall of Mirrors.” Hoyle easily admits without a shame. He gathered all their cards into a deck and shuffled them. “Anyway, you down? My Dad seems to know your Mum so he offered our place to stay if you don’t have any plans.”

Ace trappola, one of Mama’s best friend that she mentioned before. Renata would like to see just what kind of man he is.

With a nod, Renata reply, “If it’s no trouble then, yeah. I’d like to hang out at your place for Winter’s Break. I’ve never been to the Rose Kingdom before.”

And we’re now back to the present - where Renata and Ace are hanging out at his home; both waiting for Rex to show up with his Dad.

It’s the last day before they had to returned to Night Raven College.

“Have you met Rex’s Dad before, Hoyle?.” Renata asked, her eyes glued to the TV as she munches her bowl of cereals. They could hear his Dad walking about upstairs.

“Have I met him before? Dude, he’s my godfather.” Hoyle scoffed, scarfing down the last bits of his own cereal before placing the empty bowl on the coffee table in front of them. A simple breakfast while watching the morning cartoons are the best. “Rex got his stick-up-the-ass attitude from his Dad.”

“Ah. So he’s super strict?” Renata guessed.

“More like serious, but he’s actually silly.” Hoyle amended. “He and my old man love to argue literally about anything and everything. They’re weird like that.”

Renata just hums. She’ll get to meet him soon enough. Upstairs, his dad hollered at him to clean up so they could go out as soon as the Spade arrives. While the Trappola are getting ready, Renata gathered the dirty dishes from their breakfast and went to the kitchen to wash them.

Mama always told her to be on her best behaviour if she’s under someone else’s house.

Just as she puts the last bowl away, she heard heavy footsteps - heavier than Hoyle’s - coming from behind.

“You really didn’t have to clean the dishes, you know. Usually Hoyle does it before we go out every Sunday.” Said Ace, leaning against the wall.

“It’s not trouble at all, Mr. Trappola.” Renata assured him. She dry her arms by blowing hot air onto them before turning around to face her Mama’s best friend. “It’s nice that you finally look at me, instead of my horns.”

“A-Ah, you noticed that?” Ace stammers, abashed that he wasn’t as subtle as he thought.

“It’s cool, Mr. Trappola. I get that a lot at school too.” Renata admits easily. She’s gotten annoyed at him tip-toeing around ever since Hoyle introduces her. It was obvious that he has questions; it just that he doesn’t know how to ask them.

Scrambling to salvage the situations, Ace took a moment to exhale harshly before he decides to be his honest self. “It was rude of me, yeah? We all didn’t know what to think when your mother just... disappeared one day and then suddenly, my kid brought back her own kid who just so happen to look like the King of the Valley of Thorns...” He trailed off and then he regards Renata with a severe expression. “What happened your mother, Renata-chan?”

“It’s a long story, Mr. Trappola.” Renata said instead, smiling ruefully. “And I don’t want to ruin our day. Can I tell you and everyone what happened to Mama and us later tonight?”

“Sure, kiddo... Is it alright for me to called you that?”

“Mm-hmm! So what are we doing today, Me. Trappola?”

It was nice to see the ice chip away from Ace little by little, now that the man sees past her appearance. While waiting for the Spade to arrive, Renata had a lot of fun chatting and laughing with Hoyle and his Dad, now that there’s no awkwardness lingering between them. Ace didn’t waste any time telling the teenagers all the trouble her Mama and him got into at Night Raven College and hearing the life that Mama had before Father kidnapped her was a blessing to hear.

Judging from Ace’s story, it sounded like her Mama had a lot of people who truly loves her. It’s good to hear it.

The buzzing of the doorbell interrupted Ace mid ranting how it was Deuce who often got them all in trouble - not him! - and MC never seem to realised that and no one back him up. His reminiscent were put on hold when Hoyle went up to usher the Spades in.

Deuce Spade immediately blanked out, mouth slack-jawed the moment Renata waves hello to him. He looks as if he just saw a ghost.

“Yeah, I know how it looks like.” Ace interjects when Deuce couldn’t stop spluttering and stammering, his eyes kept switching to Ace and then at Renata...and then back to his best friend. Ace just clap his shoulders in a comforting manner. Meanwhile, Rex ducked underneath the two men to scurried over where Hoyle and Ace are seated. He squeezes himself in between them to show them the new café that just open up in the Rose Kingdom through his phone.

Once Ace managed to stressed out to Deuce that Renata will explain hers and MC’s story later in the evening, they all head out to town.

“You said that you’ve never been to the Rose Kingdom before, Renata?” Rex asked out loud for the others’ benefit. The town nearby to the Trappola house is bustling with life today. “Then there’s so many things you gotta check out! Do you like desserts? What kind of desserts do you like? Have you ever tried ice-cream cake before?”

“Easy there, Rex. You’re going to overwhelm the poor girl.” Deuce lightly scolded his son. His eyes linger a little too long at Renata before he caught himself and jerk away. “A-Anyway, how about we all walk around first and see what catches Renata-chan’s attention.”

“Sounds like a plan, Mr. Spade!” Renata internally wondered if all of Mama’s friends would react this way when she introduces herself to them.

That entire day, the Spade and Trappola played the perfect hosts to her. As they brought her to one shops after the other, chill out at the park after lunch and regale how the Queen of Hearts used to govern her kingdom, Renata found herself comparing the Country of Thorns to the Rose Kingdoms with every little things that she saw. Everything is so bright and... open here. The sun is shining down on them and everywhere they go, humans occupied the land but Renata did notice a few beastmen going about with their lives. It was nice to truly witness the world outside of Night Raven College and the Valley of Thorns.

Hoyle and Rex made sure they kept close to Renata, shielding her with their bodies when strangers stare at her a little too long for their liking and would usher her into a shop or café to distract her from their curious stares. They weren’t subtle about it, but she is touched that they care about her that much.

Renata is beginning to understand why Mama always talk so fondly about their Dads.

After dinner, everyone returned to the Trappola’s house so Renata could finally explain herself. The living room is packed full and it reminded Renata of her siblings and Mama crowding in front of the TV to watch a movie.

“Did Mama ever told you guys that while she was at Night Raven College, she met Father at night?”

“Father... so your... Dad... really is...” Ace began, but unsure how to even continue but Renata save him the trouble with a nod.

“Malleus Draconia. Mama said he’s a pretty big deal during his time at the school, being one of the top 5 strongest Magician in this world and all...”

Hoyle scoffed. “Understatement, Renata. He’s the strongest Magician in all of Twisted Wonderland now. The number 1.” He explains.

Well. Renata wonders how her little sister would react to this when she tells her later.

Renata then continue on with the story. “Mama explained that they were friends and that in the beginning, everything was fine. But in the end, their story completely went off the train tracks.”

And so, for the rest of the evening, Renata did her best to explain what had happened to Mama as honest as possible. They love Mama and so they deserve the truth.

She told them everything that Mama had told her and her siblings. Of Mama’s friendship with Malleus Draconia and how what looked like a happy ending turned horribly wrong when her Father was consumed with the horror that one day he would outlive his wife and one and only dear friend. His intense love, possessiveness and obsession with her and their children blinded him to everything else - to the point that he kept their Mama and them in a gilded cage.

Renata kept her dislike over Bellatrix to herself when she explains how they managed to escape from the castle on the eve of her Father’s second wedding. In the end, it was thanks to Headmaster Crowley that they could live freely in the other world.

Until the Ebony Carriage came to pick her up and now, here they are.

Renata watches her audience did their best absorb the information overload.

“I never thought...” Ace muttered, distressed. His bit his lower lip, thinking hard. “I never thought that Malleus Draconia had MC all along... what a fucked up situation!”

Deuce is troubled as well. “Poor Prefect... to think the Malleus Draconia fell in love with her... No wonder we couldn’t find her!”

Beside him, Rex nods furiously while Hoyle is already growing bored of this conversation. “It sucks, but it sounds like your Mum is pretty badass for a magicless human. I mean, being able to escape from the most powerful Magician ever in Twisted Wonderland? The King of all dark Fae? Kudos to her.” Hoyle interjects. “So, what’s gonna happen now? You said that your Dad is crazy possessive over you guys, so I very much doubt it if he’s not looking for you guys. Even until now.”

Finally! They’re getting to the good parts.

And so with a curious smile, Renata asks, “Funny that you mentioned that. Do you guy know what Sebek Zigvolt is up to these days?”

Night Raven College’s Entrance Ceremony is always a big event on this island every year.

He was one of the main characters last year - of the many that was addressed by the Mirror of Darkness - but as a Second Year student, he’s standing among the rest of the older Savanaclaw students now. Scenting the newly sorted First Year cubs and waiting for the whole thing to wrap up already.

At the centre of the chamber, the headmaster continues to called out names to step forward and face the Mirror of Darkness.

Amber Leech, Aeacus Shroud, Felix Felmier... the ceremony goes on.

“Psst! Bakari!” A voice suddenly whisper.

Bakari turn his head to the side and there’s Renata with her ceremony robes’ hood up, beaming at him. She’s standing away from her Diasomnia mates, a good space between her and the crowd at the back that no one seems to pay her any attention.

Bakari slips away from the rest of the Savanaclaw students in favour of walking towards her.

“How’s the fresh meats?” Was the first thing that Renata asked him.

“Some of them look promising.” Bakari admits. “More predators than preys so far.”

“Oooh, Savanaclaw’s hierarchy is so harsh.” Renata reply a bit absentmindedly. Bakari notices that her green eyes are scanning the room and the crowds around them. Looking for someone. Something unpleasant churns in his stomach but he resolutely ignores it. “Are you gunning for the Dorm Leader’s position?” She wondered.

Bakari scoffed, his tail flicking irritably just at the mere thought. Unlike his Dad, he has no lofty ambitions to secure a powerful position for himself. “Savanaclaw is governed by the laws of the strong eating the weak. You have to be the strongest in order to be the Dorm Leader and I have better things to do than watching over my dorm members.”

Like figuring out how to appease his Dad after he told him to stay away from the lizard bastard’s whelp during Winter’s Break. Regardless of her surname.

As if he’s going to do that though. He wants to fully unravel the mysteries of Renata MC/S. For the time being, she’s the most interesting creature in Night Raven College.

“Sounds tough.” Renata murmurs. “Well, it’s a good thing that you don’t want to be a Dorm Leader! Otherwise your workload would take you away from me.”

Bakari just hums. Already gotten used to her offhanded flirting.

The two of them watch in the background as the group of First Year students gradually thinned out. The headmaster’s loud voice carried to the back of the chamber.

“... Sherrie MC/S, please step forward!”

Murmurs erupted when said student pulled down her hood, a pair of black horns is clear for all to see.

Bakari glance to his side to see Renata beaming. “You were looking for your sister?”

“Something like that! It’s so nice when everything is coming together, don’t you think?” Renata chuckles, pleased with herself for some odd reason. It just made Bakari more and more intrigue.

And the uncomfortable feeling within him vanish just like that.

“...Octavinelle!”

The murmurs now turn into confused whispers and fingers are pointing as they all watch Renata’s little sister melded into the crowd of new Octavinelle students. Some of the students nearby even glance behind to stare at Renata and when she cocked an eyebrow at them, they quickly turn away.

“Octavinelle? Did the Mirror made a mistake?”

“I thought only merfolks are sorted into Octavinelle.”

“Those horns looks just like her’s. There’s no way she’s a merfolk!”

“Maybe her magic is not as strong to be sorted to Diasomnia?”

The students of Night Raven College sure love to gossip, Renata couldn’t help but internally mused. Even worse than those back in her old school.

“Guess you’re planning to catch up with her after the ceremony?” Bakari assumed, casting a sideway glance to gauge her expressions.

“I’ll meet up with her tomorrow, after she settles in for the night.” Renata answered. “There’s no need to rush. We have lots of time to prepare for the future.”

Ok! I think I did ok with this oneshot. Editing, was as usual, a bit tedious but the power of Miku’s songs prevail and I manage to push this through! Hope you guys have a wonderful holiday.

#fanfic #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #Draconia Family series #Second Wive AU #tri3tri

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Pine’s Football Jocks (Rewritten!) - Ch. 6

Our team won! I saw it all, I’ve never been really interested in football but it felt kind of amazing this time!

I was mostly focusing on Mike, to check out how he played. And if the practice I saw a few weeks ago worked as a comparison, the ‘get very focused’ order did a little bit of help. He seemed pretty excited once the time was over. I couldn’t stick around much there, though. I had to go to the locker room.

This part is kind of decisive. Coach Mark is going to make the whole team go to the locker room for a little pep talk. But in reality, I’m going to be here and try to enslave them all in one go, just like I did an hour ago with the rival team.

The rival team would be here in any second now, so I had to be quick.

Slowly, the local team started entering the locker room, and I was behind some of the middle lockers, to avoid being seen so easily.

After they were all in, the coach came in and stood by the exit. I came out of my hideout, trying to avoid freaking out. I did it great last time, now it had to be the same, right?

I mean, I already caught what seemed to be the hardest fish of the tank. The rest were mostly easy-going, I think.

“Very great work, guys. As a little reward, I asked a special guest of ours to come and say a few words. You may start now, kiddo.” The coach started, and all the faces turned to me. I looked at Mike on the back, and he seemed to be the most confused of them all. My three current slaves: Garrett, Brent and Mark, all seemed to have small smiles, like they knew what was coming.

“So… I think you guys know me already. Pine here, and…” I really didn’t want to enslave Mike. Should I tell him to ignore me until I leave?

That would be weird. Guess I can take him and have him, I dunno, play around the coach’s house. “Ehem, this may sound weird, but here it goes… You all want to do everything I tell you to do. That is because you realize I’m your master, and you have to do everything your master tells you to do”

‘Damn, I’m a kinky weirdo’ came to mind, as I watched the fruit of my work. Slowly, all the jocks in the room (Including my best friend) showed dumb smiles and glassy eyes.

“Yeees, master Pine…” They answered, like mindless drones. It felt good, like I finally achieved something really great. I mean, yeah! The whole team seemed to be under my control! That was big, right?

At that moment, Mark seemed to notice something and turned around. The other coach was behind him! The man, a guy around his late thirties, I would say around Mark’s size, but my guy is pretty much bigger. He still seemed fit though, wearing a simple t-shirt and some jeans, a cap on his head and a whistle around his neck.

“Yo, man. My guys wanted to pass by and congratulate your team on the victory.” Then he noticed me, still on top of the bench. “You guys were in the middle of something? We can leave and come back in a few minutes… We got a lot of time, honestly.”

“Actually, you should stay. Our guy here was giving out an amazing speech, you should stay and listen” Coach Mark pulled him in and made him face me, trying to seem as unsuspicious as possible.

“You’re the coach, right? May I ask your name?” I asked, as the last members from the rival team entered the room. They seemed to know what was going on too, and the little smiles returned to their faces too.

“Uh… Darren. Why do you ask?” The man asked, really confused at what the hell was going on.

“Well, Darren. You just gotta catch up with the rest, okay? Everyone around you just wants to give up control for tonight, and you really want to do the same. You really want to do what I tell you, isn’t that right?” I tried to ease him up for a bit. I mean, I already had all the pieces of the game in place, and he was just the only one left!

“Whut…? Uh…” Was the only answer I received from Darren. His eyes were glassy already, but he just didn’t answer. May be a good time to push my orders even further, I thought.

“Don’t worry, coach. Your team is quite happy tonight, my team is quite happy tonight. They just want to celebrate today’s game like good obedient boys for me. And you want to be a good obedient boy too, okay?”

A slow nod, as his mouth twisted into a dumb little smile.

“And for that, you have to realize that I am your master, and you are my good obedient slave. Isn’t that right, coach?” Honestly, I loved this. The sensation of being in control, of ‘nothing can possibly go wrong, I’m leading this!’ is addictive.

“Yeah, master… That’s right…” He sighed, like he felt pleasure by just letting those words out. And thus, my plan was almost complete.

I patted his head, like he was a dog. “Very good boy! And for the next part…” I walked back to the bench and stepped up.

“Okay! So… First things first, lift your hands up if you have to return home after the game. We’re going to throw a little party and it may take a good while…” No hands went up, surprisingly. That was better, it meant I could have the 24 guys at the last phase! “Awesome! Let’s head to the school guys these guys came on, shall we?”

A loud “Yeah, master!” resonated through the locker room, and the rival team left first.

There was actually a small plan to avoid drawing suspicion. First, the new guys would have to go to the bus, me going with them. And as soon as they were all in, the coach included…

I climbed the stairs and looked at the bus driver. “Hey there! My name’s Pine.” He looked at me from the corner of his eyes, while he read a book in silence. I would think that was rude, but the guy just wanted to read. It was understandable.

“Not going to bother you for a long bit, I just need you to zone out for now and do exactly as I tell you to do…”

After that, I ordered him to draw a few streets away, where the local football team would be waiting.

Some of the guys would have to stay standing, because there weren’t that many seats. But after a few minutes, the bus was filled and we settled our way to coach Mark’s house.

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I was excited. We arrived finally, and the jocks were already marching in towards the backyard. I still needed some time to get ready, but everything would come perfectly in time. My plan was going great!

I headed inside the house, Garrett following me closely. It was nice to have a sidekick when it comes to carrying out a plan and all, someone to talk to about all that’s going on.

“What’cha got in there?” Gary asked, after I took my bag off and started taking off stuff. A school tank top, the coach’s championship rings, sunglasses and the necklace I took from him.

“I was thinking I should wear the part; you know? Just hoping I don’t look ridiculous…” I mumbled, as I took my tee off and put on the tank top. It looked awful on me, no muscles to display nor anything. ‘Whatever,’ I thought ‘I’ll just roll with it’.

After dressing up like a mini-coach Mark, I went outside to the backyard and nervously walked up the deck. Making sure I could see everyone, I clapped my hands and the enslaved jocks turned to me.

“Alright, guys!” I started, trying to think ahead of something to say and reduce the ‘uh… ah…’ to the bare minimum, which was none. “You know who I am?”

“Master Pine!” They droned, sounding quite proud.

“Good boys! I want you to listen very carefully now. You will start recognizing me as your coach, besides being your master. As your coach, obeying and making me happy is one of your top priorities as my good slaves!” I stated, hoping that it would stick in their heads and that they wouldn’t start resisting now. Something can always go wrong, you know?

“You are all my loyal football players. Always ready to obey what I, your coach, orders you.”

“Yeah, master! Huzzah!” Huh, I like that little celebration. They were getting all excited, apparently!

“Great work! For the next part, I want you to strip while you listen to my words. You can get started now.” I resumed my speech, as I watched the twenty-two football players, and the two coaches, getting naked at my command. “A little rule though. You won’t tell anyone about this. Under any circumstance, you CAN’T talk about me being your master or coach and you being my obedient jocks. Is that clear?”

“Yeah, master coach!” They shouted back, their clothes already at the floor. It was amazing how in shape these guys were! Is football really that good? I don’t think so, they may hit the gym frequently or something like that because dear lord.

“Now guys, you can feel yourselves getting really horny. Just pair up in groups or couples and have fun! You won’t mind at all that you’re doing it with other guys, it’s just as good as doing it with a girl. Isn’t that right?” This is it. All the jocks were under my complete control, and they were walking around, pairing up to form a good orgy.

I managed to see the blond guy pulling this other teammate of his into a nice make out session, but they were quickly lost into the small crowd of guys trying to get in the action.

I was ultimately really proud. I had achieved it. Finally! Not only I had one, but two football teams under my control and they were all about to have a big nice orgy. I was so excited; I couldn’t think of where to start.

Should I search for a group of hot guys and honor them with their master’s attention? That sounded weird. I’ll delete it later.

So many options, twenty-four to be exact, and I couldn’t decide!

“Hey, master!” I heard a familiar voice over all the noise around me. Gary, in his naked glory, walked up to me. “Great job with the party! Lots of people here, though. Mind if we go somewhere more… special?” He winked at me, and I kind of didn’t want to seem like he had some kind of favoritism with me. But hey, I kinda appreciated being asked out. Saved me from having to search for a group myself.

It could also mean the jocks would probably freak out a bit if I disappeared out of nowhere and didn’t give them instructions of how to continue, so better not be gone for long.

I noticed Mike was looking around without a group, also naked, and I found myself taking a bit to examine him. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t because he’s my friend. But… a little peek wouldn’t hurt.

“Mikey! Come here!” I called him, and he seemed startled to hear my voice. When he located me around the small groups, he jogged over to me and I must admit that his cock going ‘boing boing boing’ didn’t help with my ‘look away’ approach.

“Yo, master! Wanna make a group? My teammates seem to have one already and I’m afraid that the new guys may be mad after we kicked their butts” He chuckled at his little joke, and Gary behind me offered him a high five. The jocks slapped their hands, as I tried to think about something.

I didn’t want to have sex with Mike. I used to take baths with him as kids, it would be weird if now we started doing other stuff naked.

So, maybe I could put him in for a treat. I know he’s not gay, but I knew he would like this. “Go get the coaches and come back here. We’ll wait for you.” I ordered my childhood friend, and he gave me an exaggerated nod before jogging away.

Gary went behind me and started kissing my neck, which felt pretty awesome. I was the only one wearing clothes at the time, having the whole coach attire and all. It felt good, honestly. Made me feel powerful or fitting for the role of ‘coach master’.

Mikey returned, with coaches Mark and Darren behind him. I had almost forgotten how nice Mark’s naked body is and the reminder was greatly appreciated. After that, I told the four guys behind me to follow me and we made our way to the master bedroom.

Jumping on one side of the bed, Gary followed me and sat right beside me.

Mike and the coaches on the other hand, decided to stay by the bed and wait for more orders, apparently.

“Mikey, the coaches are yours. Feel free to do whatever you’d like with them. They’re yours to command and enjoy, got it?” Yuuuup. I wanted to make things right with him. I knew he wasn’t actually in his best mind right now, being my ‘slave’ and all, but I’m sure he would still enjoy this. I’ll see what I do with Mike later on.

“Yeah, master! Thanks a lot!” The big guy mumbled, and hugged the coaches beside him. The pair just had dumb small grins on their faces, as Mike led them to the other side of the bed I was laying on.

I looked at Gary, and patted the spot beside me on the bed, motioning him to lay down too. He did as I asked, and soon we were just five guys on the same bed. And I kind of wanted to die because four of them were huge and were about to crush me.

I got on top of Garrett, using his body as a mattress to leave more space for the other three guys. “You really got into this plan, huh?” He asked, a little smile on his face.

“Hey, it all worked out in the end and I’m quite pleased now. I think it’s safe to say that my plan is over” I hugged the muscular jock beneath me and he hugged me back, before pulling me in for a nice kiss.

Just like the guys beside us were doing. Mike made the coaches make out beside his cock, so they were in-between blowing him off or making out. It was actually quite pleasing to see.

I looked at Gary, before turning around and positioning myself to face his cock. “Sixty-nine with a guy? New stuff for me, bro. Sorry if I’m bad at it.” The jock said, before taking my cock in his mouth.

I did the same, and started sucking with a slow rhythm. Gary, on the other hand, started picking up the pace quite fast, while he wiggled his tongue around my head at any chance he would get.

It felt really good, not going to lie…

We kept going at it for a good while, not paying attention to the threesome right beside us. A few moments passed, before I let go of Gary’s cock and ordered him to get up from the bed.

He did so without a second thought, and I took the chance to lay down again, my ass in full display.

Nicely enough, Garrett knew exactly what I wanted to do and he climbed the bed again to lube me up with his saliva.

This was going to be quite awesome, I could tell.

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After the sex was over, Gary and I just laid down for a while. Mike and the coaches seemed to last a bit longer, and I felt like telling them to move to another room for the time, but I could handle them having fun.

It had been an hour or so since the jock party started, so better try and finish it off so everyone returns to their proper home.

I got up from the bed, passing over Gary as the jock just stared at me, and started getting dressed up again. “C’mon guys, we gotta get going” I said, before leaving the room.

Heading out for the backyard, I noticed some of the guys were still going, while others just sat down and remained either making out or feeling their fellow jock’s muscular bodies. Their cocks seemed soft, so I guessed they may have cummed.

I guess that ‘Don’t cum until I say so’ order is actually really useful. I’ll have to implement it more for future parties, if I ever repeat this.

“Okay, guys! I want you to listen to me very closely…” I was ready to call this a night. I just had to go over the orders I gave them before to make sure they all got them right (You never know with twenty-four people, and I didn’t want to make any mistakes).

After that was done, we could all go home.

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[Epilogue]

It’s been a week or so since I finished my little rampage, and my life was nice.

I grabbed Mike’s arm, as we wandered around the school. I was trying to look for a private place, and he was just sticking along. “Where are we going, master?” He asked. I noticed the corridors were empty, so that must be why he referred to me like that.

I should take note of that, corridors get empty during lunch time, apparently. Not sure why would that be useful, but hey, maybe someday I want to summon all my obedient guys and it would be weird if they marched out of a class or something like that. (Not that I would do that, classes are important!)

First place that came to view: The janitor’s closet. I knocked on the door, no answer. ‘Nice’ I thought, as I pushed Mike inside and closed the door behind me.

“So… How are you doing today?” I asked him, trying to make room for myself, but the big guy occupied most of the available space. ‘Darn, these closets are small’.

“Oh, doing great, master!” The jock answered, cheerfully. In reality, he seemed to be the same old Mike he was before the outing, just a bit more open to do what I say and referring to me as ‘Master’ when alone, rather than ‘Piney’.

And the truth is, I didn’t want him as my slave. He’s nice and handsome, don’t get me wrong. But I already had a… it wasn’t really a revenge if it happened accidentally, right? Whatever, he got some consequences, and it almost went too far for him, and I’d like to keep him out of all of this.

He’s my best friend, after all. Even after being mad at him for a good while, I still feel like he’s the guy I want to have around for a good laugh and play videogames together until bedtime.

That, and I feel like having every guy in my life agreeing to whatever I say is going to drive me crazy. I can be throwing incorrect statements or fake information that these guys will just believe it and repeat it around like parrots. It’s awful.

One thing I managed to notice is that the guys I turn into my ‘slaves’ kind of become sociopathic when it comes to carrying out my orders, and that’s awful. I have to be really careful because I don’t want to make anyone do something they may regret. They just don’t care about the consequences; they want to get it done for their Master.

And I’d like my best friend to retain his normal self. I thought about this already, and I was sure about what I wanted. And I wanted Mike to be back to normal, no toying with his mind after this point.

“Well, you know how I had the whole team… both football teams, ‘realize’ that I’m their master and that they have to obey me?” I asked.

“Yeah, master! That was awesome! Really don’t know how I didn’t notice-“

“Okay, but in reality you weren’t supposed to realize anything,” I interrupted him, not really wanting to hear the usual worship scene. “because I’m not your master and you don’t really have to obey me. In fact, you realize that any order I gave you that night wasn’t actually an order, more like… nothing at all. It was supposed to be for the other guys.”

Mike’s eyes were glassy, and the smile he had on his face slowly vanished until his face was blankly staring at me. I was kind of erasing his whole ‘mind goal’ or whatever gets in their heads when I enslave these guys, so I gave him some time before actually speaking up again.

“So, you’re not really my slave and don’t have to call me master, nor do anything that I tell you to do unless you really want to do it.” I didn’t know if it was working, but his face seemed zonked out, so it had to be working. Just had to wait and see the results.

It took him a while. Like, around 5 minutes. Maybe it had been a bit less, but it seemed like forever for the big guy to become ‘alive’ again.

“I mean, I know you’re not my master, bro. That would be weird” He laughed. Then he looked around, probably noticing we are in a small space and he’s taking up almost the whole thing for himself. “Actually, I don’t even get why… a few nights ago… Oh god…” Mike started to mumble, his face going from really confused to almost terrified.

“Uh, I kind of wanted to tell you something else, actually…” I tried to make a direct move, the sooner I’d say it, the sooner it would all be over. And I hoped Mikey wouldn’t take it too bad, but that was probably impossible. “I may or may not have mind control powers… And I may have used them on the football team, you included…”

I looked at my shoes, as confused Mikey slowly shifted his gaze at me. I looked up at him again, and to my surprise, he didn’t look terrified anymore. In fact, he didn’t even look confused, but totally excited.

“YOU HAVE WHAT?!” He asked, raising his voice maybe a bit too much.

“Keep your voice down!” I whispered, tapping his arm.

“Sorry! But you have like… Real mind control powers? You’re not messing with me?” I was pretty surprised myself as he kept asking. He didn’t seem mad at all, nor scared. He seemed quite excited that I had told him about it. And Mikey isn’t a dumb guy, he would have called me out on my shit if he thought I was fooling him.

“Noooope. We can go outside and try them out, if you’d like? But wait, no. Someone may see us and it was already hard enough to wait for this conveniently neat situation to happen so I could get the football team under and the coach. Let’s better not.” I explained, hoping that he would still believe me after that excuse.

Mike shrugged. “Okay, you don’t have to prove it. I believe you, bro. Would love to see it someday, though!”

“Wait, you really do? Like, without any proof or so?”

“It actually answers a few questions I had, like why Garrett started being so nice to you all of a sudden, and how he started ordering the team to stop picking on you. Saw what you want, but I don’t think someone would do that for their tutor” He seemed quite proud of his realization, and I was happy for him.

“Did I really do… it… with the coach and so?” He seemed a bit embarrassed, like he really wasn’t supposed to talk about it or he didn’t want to remember it entirely.

“Yeah, you did. But I left you in charge of the pair, so you were the one in control of that whole thing, if that brings you some relief.”

“I mean… I can’t really get mad at you for that, since I’m the one who started this mess anyway…” He sighed “So, if I get this right… Not only one but two football teams, plus their coaches, are under your control and think you are their ‘master’?”

“Yuuup, that’s a nice way to summarize it all. I don’t know what I’m going to do with them, but I had a lot of fun after the game.” I tried to sound a bit smug and all, but it sounded pretty weird and Mike snorted at me.

“Okay, I’ve got the whole thing now, I think. We should head out before the janitor tries to enter this place.” I nodded to his request, and we left the janitor’s closet as discreetly as possible. Because two male best friends leaving a small closet together leaves a bad image, I think. “Can’t believe you made me do gay stuff. Gotta admit though, I remember it like an awesome time.”

Luckily, nobody was really near us to hear him talk. I couldn’t help but laugh though. “You really seemed to enjoy having coach Mark not yelling and being all lovey-dovey there. Want me to set up a playdate with him?” I mocked him, poking him in the ribs as the big guy smiled.

“Oh yeah, I could even invite him to prom afterwards! Wouldn’t be weird at all!” And now I had an image in my mind of the coach’s muscular body in a tuxedo, slow dancing with my best friend in the middle of the gym. This conversation just kept getting better and better!

“Actually, you reminded me!” Mikey started. His voice seemed to get deeper, like he was trying to make an impression. “About prom…” But he got cut off by a loud ‘Piney!’ over the corridor.

We turned around, and noticed Gary was jogging over to us, coming from the cafeteria. “What’s up?” I asked him once he arrived. He didn’t seem tired, but his cheeks seemed a bit red. I don’t know if it was from the jog or he was nervous.

“Nothing, just wanted to check in how my favorite nerd was doing, and… Uh, hey bro.” Garrett greeted Mikey, before shifting his gaze back to me quickly.

“Sup, bro?” Mike greeted him, but he didn’t seem too fond of Gary’s sudden appearance. Or Gary’s existence at all. I guess now that Mike isn’t dumbed down nor enslaved with the rest of the team, he doesn’t have to like Gary anymore, which is fine by me. Big guy can have his own opinions, he’s a free man again.

“Wanted to ask, do you have a prom date?” His cheeks turned a bit redder as he asked that, and I could feel my own face blushing at the sudden question.

“Not really? I wasn’t thinking about going, to be honest…”

“You should go! Maybe I could be your date, if you don’t have one already!” Garrett’s tone was commanding, but it kind of sounded like a plea. One thing’s for certain, Mike seemed weirded out of how my former bully was acting.

“You really got to him, huh?” He mocked me, before patting my shoulder a few times. “Gonna… give you guys some space… Hey, Esther!” Aaaand, he was gone. Mike headed towards one of the school’s cheerleaders, Esther. But as curious as I was about them, my attention went back to Gary.

“So… What do you say?” The jock was clearly excited, and I honestly didn’t know what to answer.

“Well… All right, I think. Gonna have to look for my suit and check if it still fits, but other than that I think there’s nothing holding me back.”

“Don’t worry about that, I can lend you one of mine. Actually no, I’ll get you a new suit. You’re a Small size, right? Anything for my date, bro. Gonna get you some flowers, too. Or do you prefer chocolates?”

Not going to lie, he was kind of cloying me. I found it really cute, but maybe a little too cute. I preferred this way over the old awful Garrett though, so I preferred to not change anything in his mind.

Everything seemed to be getting better and better, right?

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It was already the big night. And I was dying.

Not literally, of course. But as I buttoned up the white shirt, I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down.

I looked at myself in the mirror, not entirely believing what was going on right now. Or more exactly, what was going to happen.

It’s been some really fun months, after the bullying part was over of course, and school was almost over. Yaaaay.

I finished buttoning up my shirt and grabbed the bowtie. I saw the same tutorial a hundred times on how to tie this thing and now it was time to put my skills to test!

Honestly going to college sounds both like a blessing and a nightmare. Because I like studying, but new places terrify me. At least now I have my mind control powers, right?

Luckily, those haven’t faded away with the months nor the use, so I’m mostly certain that they’ve come to stay, and I’m happy to think that.

“Pine! Your friend is here!” Mom called me from the front door. I figured I should speed up a little bit.

I grabbed the blue suit jacket and put it on, buttoning up a few of the lower buttons. After that, I was ready.

In the mirror, a nerdy looking guy with brown hair and glasses looked back at me. I looked good! I kind of felt bad, because Gary bought me this suit out of nowhere.

I mean, it’s nice, but I may have looked it up and the thing is really expensive. When I asked him about it, his answer was ‘Don’t worry, bro. Money’s not a problem when it comes to my master’, which wasn’t really what I was going for, but decided to drop the subject. I knew Gary’s family was loaded anyway.

I debated if I should tidy up my hair a bit, but only passed a hand through it and walked out of the bathroom. I was ready!

Walking to the front door, Garrett was already waiting for me. He was grabbing his forearm, looking a bit nervous. The bigger guy was wearing a similar suit to mine, but he was all black and had a tie instead of a bowtie. He knew how to wear it too, because suddenly I felt like I wasn’t as ready as I could have been.

“Hey,” He greeted me, as I stopped in front of him. “You look… really amazing.” I couldn’t help but blush, and I really hoped my parents didn’t hear that.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, looking up at him. Gary was smiling. Am I really going to have Garrett Basch as my date? I remember hating him a few months ago, not going to lie. Still a vivid memory. “You look… awesome, too.” I didn’t put much effort in the compliment.

Gary chuckled at my vague answer. “Thanks, bro. Wanna get going? I’d like to be fashionably late.”

Before we could leave though, mom prepared a whole photo session for Gary and I. Luckily, not literally, and after a while of her snapping pics of us smiling at the camera (I swear my face hurts now.) and Gary placing his arm around me, we finally managed to leave the house.

My jockboy drove us to school, and we just… entered together. It was a lot less dramatic than I expected. And that was perfect.

Honestly, I didn’t want to dance. Like, I didn’t want to say no to Gary because being able to go to prom was already out of my plans, but going to prom and having a very hot date would be a nice way of closing my time at this school? I don’t even know what I was thinking.

At one point, after I single handedly attacked the snack table, Garrett snuck up on me and kissed my cheek. “Wanna dance, my date?” He whispered. I felt like it was sort of an obligation, part of the ‘Go to prom together’ deal, even though I’m the one who gives the orders and he wouldn’t be mad if I told him no.

But yeah, better try and enjoy things for a while.

I saw what his deal was, actually. The music just went from loud rock to a way slower song. And it kind of felt good, because now I knew no-one would run over me while dancing or something.

As we swayed along with the music, his hands on my hips while mine were draped on his shoulders, I figured I could do some small chitchat, to lighten the mood a bit.

“So… How’s your night going?” I asked him, like we were in the corridor any other Friday.

“Amazing so far, and growing more amazing now that we’re together” He smiled at me, it was a weird cocky smile, but at the same time he was clearly nervous. “Thanks for coming as my date, bro.”

“No problem at all, wasn’t really going to come but I’m having fun. I think.” And then we were in silence again.

I opened my mouth, but closed it again. I had a question on the tip of my tongue, but couldn’t choose if it was good or bad to ask. After a bit of reformulation, I threw him a “Question. Are you doing all of this because I enslaved you or what? Like, I don’t remember telling you to be nicer, and yet here you are being an amazing date”

I felt like I was a bit blunt, and Gary bit his lip for a bit as he looked around. “I was an awful person before, Pine. Everything just seems so easier after you got to me. I like this new me, and people like me more, too!” He answered, excitedly.

I nodded. “Glad I could help.” It may have sounded like I didn’t care, but I was really glad. Not only did I get him off my back, but I potentially saved more people from the ‘king of the corridors’? Hell, give me a prize.

“I’m glad you could help too.” He pulled me in for a hug, as we continued to dance. Garrett whispered in my ear “I like you, Pine. Thanks again, for everything.”

I smiled, and rested my head on his shoulder. “You’re welcome, jockboy.”

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Present Pine’s POV

So, I fell asleep after the story ended. Mike apparently was giving me his impressions when suddenly I started snoring, and he woke me up asap to get ready.

He was really, really excited to get the cast off his arm. If everything went right, he would be able to play football in a few weeks and then it would be all back to normal.

Nothing really interesting happened at the hospital. Mike got his cast off, and got told that he should wait a bit more before putting real effort into his arm. But that for now, he could participate in the less-effort practices (Like cardio and so).

It wasn’t a perfect plan for now, but at least he could now move his arm freely again. That was nice!

“Sorry for falling asleep, but I wanted to ask. How was the story? Was the ending good?” I ask the big guy, as we walk back to our place.

Coach Mark should still be up there and I wanted to ask him to prepare dinner. I was hungry!

“Yeah! Really liked it! You were really that nervous before?” Mikey answered, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer.

I shrugged. “I still am, but I manage that a bit better, I guess.” Honestly, I didn’t feel as nervous as once I started with my mind control powers, but it was still a bit weird when I had to use them and so.

Probably still not entirely used to the idea that people will just do whatever I tell them if I want to, but not really a big deal. I mean, I’m having a perfect time lately, checking on everything I achieved with my powers.

“Well, I still think that was a neat story, and I’m glad I could hear the whole version! Should I now start thinking of my boyfriend as a superhero with your own origin story and all, bruh?” He mocked me, tickling me a bit while still holding me close to make sure I wouldn’t escape.

“Nah, if I have to take in another thing to do, I’ll explode. Let’s leave the superhero thing for after I’m done with either college or the club.”

Mike shot a confused look at me. “Wait, you really wanna become a-“

“No, Mikey. I’m not going to become a superhero. If anything, a villain would sound funny with the whole mind control thing going on. Hehe.” It seemed like a dumb conversation to have. Obviously it was just imagination talk, but it gave me a throwback to those nice nights sleeping in my or Mike’s room, where we stayed late at night and just played games or talked about stuff like this.

‘Which power would you have if you were a superhero?’ was one of my favorite questions in the world.

“So... Speaking about villain stuff…” I started, breaking the small silence time we had going on.

“Huh?”

But I wasn’t going to wait for Mike’s question. “Took care of you for a few months. Now it’s payback time, big guy.” Were my last words before I flipped Mike’s mind switch.

I could feel how his thoughts drifted away as his eyes became glassy, a dreamy smile forming on his face as his mind became empty. Like a puppet, I could send him commands as if he were a videogame character.

‘Walk along with me while we head home’ Was the first command I had to send him to ensure he wouldn’t suddenly stop and look dumb in the middle of the sidewalk.

I would make him carry me for the rest of the way, and I was really tempted to do that. But he couldn’t do much effort on his arm, so better not push it. Just a few more weeks though, and the big guy would be at full power again.

For now, he had two hands available again…

We stopped in front of the building we lived at. I faced him, as he stood there, smiling like a dummy.

I tiptoed and leaned in for a kiss, while sending him another command. ‘Kiss me back’. Had to do it, he won’t even do simple actions if I don’t tell him to.

We engaged in a nice make out session, and he was as good as always (Even if a bit slow due to the trance). I really enjoyed this, and being outdoors actually gave it a bit more of hotness to the situation.

Once I pulled back, I mumbled a quick “Love you, Mikey”.

“Love you too, master…” I made him answer, but in some way it also felt quite honest.

Something was clear as we walked in, we would have a looooot of fun once we got back to our room, and Mikey would put his freed hand at use, to celebrate.

This was going to be an amazing night. I could maybe have him wear his football armor, so he can start getting used to that again!

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Author note:

Last chapter’s here!

Thank you all so much for reading this rewritten version, and I hope you enjoyed it very much.

I really didn’t know if I should have done it because who would like to read an old story with a few scenes added up? But I got really nice feedback and I’m glad you liked Pine’s new original story. I have a soft spot for this cast of characters <3

My next story is about superheroes. Or rather, supervillains...

Chapter 1 should go up during next week, but if you feel like it, consider supporting me on Patreon! You’ll get access to the published chapters earlier, before they go public in other platforms.

Again, thanks so much for reading, and I hope you catch your interest with some other work of mine again :3.

#PinesJocks #PinesFootballJocks #PinesCollegeJocks #mind control #straight to gay #gay hypnosis #hypnotized #hypnosis #brainwashing #brainwash #brainwashed

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mod2amaryllis · 3 years

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I'm sure you've received this question a hundred times but do you have some tips for training a deaf puppy? Thank you and sorry to bother you

OK YEAH SO definitely don’t consider training to be an area of expertise but Goose turned out decent so here are some things:

first thing: make sure you’re prioritizing just like, approaching it as A Puppy, and puppies are hard as a baseline. find a class to join for basics if your dog does well in a class setting (my area had a free puppy class option that worked great for Goose, look into it, but I DO think this is something worth spending money on if you have to). then my most recommended puppy literature is: Social, Civil, and Savvy: Training & Socializing Puppies to Become the Best Possible Dogs. it’s almost impossible for me to pay attention to nonfiction books and a lot of dog training books are really crunchy technical, but this book is super short, lots of pictures, big text, straightforward. I had an easy time absorbing it and the stuff works. awesome awesome training guide. also a good podcast is Drinking From the Toilet, which has had specific puppy and deaf training eps

AND BLANKET STATEMENT: socializing is just in general the most important thing for a puppy. like exposing them to new things. expose them to all types of people, all types of animals, all types of situations, all types of floors rooms buildings grass discomforts yadda yadda yadda this is JUST as important for a deaf puppy. blanket ass statement.

NOW FOR SOME DEAF DOG SPECIFIC STUFF

general stuff before I share personal observations: resources I turned to the most were probably Deaf Dogs Rock (awesome equipment recs, so many anecdotes from owners w/ specific advice) and Keller’s Cause (neat little training videos)

ok now personal experience

in the context of training it was helpful for me to think of deafness more as just another attribute as opposed to a disability. like how being a mini aussie makes her creepy-smart, being deaf makes her: not hear (obviously), highly observant, potentially more confident in situations that might intimidate hearing dogs, easily startled, dependent on passive training as opposed to command training. basically it’s not a hurdle. it forces you to be creative and work within her attributes. just like with literally any other dog.

obviously you will use signing. I don’t use ASL, I come up with whatever is intuitive for Goose and me. early training feels like you need 3 hands cuz you’re giving treats, you’re signaling “good job,” you’re signing commands, you’re maybe holding a leash, it’s a lot. so my signs had to be with 1 hand, they had to be intuitive, they had to be distinct from one another to avoid confusion. a few examples: SIT is a closed fist (I feel like most people already do this with their dogs); TOUCH is two fingers offered; LAY DOWN is those two fingers being lowered to the floor; SPEAK is a hand being opened rapidly. I have more but you get the picture. I actually have a notebook where I’d doodle commands as I went cuz I was literally just flying by the seat of my pants lmao

passive training has been clutch. this is kennel training, car training, leash training, basically establishing her life routine (idk if it’s actually called passive training??? i’m sure it all falls under “”””socializing”””” but that’s such a huge umbrella). these areas can be difficult to settle into but they really are essential. I don’t have car advice cuz my dogs drive w/ me to work every day and are fine so IDK WHOOPS but:

leash training: with goose being deaf it was weird because the trainer I worked with was heavily reliant on voice commands. so I put a LOT of time into the loose-leash game, which is walking on a leash in the house, and every few steps, you give the dog a treat AT YOUR SIDE. like hold your hand right by your leg. basically the idea is to teach your dog it’s cool and fun to stay by your side and check in with you every now and then. Goose still pulls on her leash but in a manageable way, and she knows to check back with me. also definitely rec a halter. this one’s my favorite.

kennel/sleep training (gonna spend a lot of time on this one cuz it was/is the worst thing about Goose): listen. this one will be hard. this one’s gonna suck. you will be SO tempted to just let them in your bed but you really, REALLY should not. letting them in the bed can foster separation anxiety especially with a deaf dog who’s probably gonna become your shadow. kennels instill confidence by giving a dog their own space, and if ever there’s an emergency when they need to go in the kennel, it’ll help them feel safe. like there’s so many reasons to kennel train. you gotta do it.

so...as a baby, Goose like almost killed me with sleep deprivation. we initially didn’t think we’d keep her (haha hubris) so she slept out of the bedroom. And Screamed. the ultimate solution was bringing her kennel in the bedroom next to Joanie’s kennel, and we’re pretty sure the reason that solved it is because she could wake up and SEE that there was another dog there. now she loves her kennel. shoots in there every night demanding her pb kong. BUT YEAH LISTEN if you DON’T HAVE some comforting visual/kinetic reassurance there, this could be a problem for a deaf puppy. AND. AND. the problem hasn’t gone away completely. Goose wakes us up at 5:30 am every single morning and probably will for the rest of her life because THAT is her routine and she is immune to our angry tired yelling. the simple act of us going to her kennel reinforces the behavior. we’re not jerks about it cuz we love her and understand how dog brains work. This Could Happen To You. Heads Up.

POSSIBLE SOLUTIONS: big sister dog like Joanie, worked for us; a floor fan creating vibrations, seemed to help her as a very young kiddo; being at least IN VIEW of you sleeping, like having the kennel riiiiight next to the bed, even within arm’s reach so you can reassure the puppy you’re still there. just...both in personal experience and in my research, I saw it a lot that sleeping is a big issue. cuz they can’t hear you, it’s dark, they don’t know if you’re still there, and committing to STILL attempting kennel training is the harder thing to do, but I really, really encourage you to try.

WOW. ok. fuck off I typed way more than I meant to. wanna hear some funny stuff?

Goose follows us around everywhere. she simply must know what’s goin on. we have beds stationed at every visual corner of the house, like sentry posts, so whatever room we’re in there’s a comfy place for her to sit where she can see us and she takes advantage of it. like she could be sleeping in one room and I’ll get up to brush my teeth, suddenly look down and she’s just teleported already asleep in the nearest bed to me.

sometimes Goose knocks on the door to come inside, and I’ll go to the door to let her in, and at literally the nanosecond before I open the door she dog-shrugs and turns and trots away and there’s nothing I can do. can’t call out to her. I’m bamboozled.

she is so fucking loud. I remember when she was a baby and my sis in law was like “wow so I bet she’s quieter than normal dogs huh” and I laughed like no actually she sounds like a rubber chicken going for that 4 chair turn on the voice, at ALL times.

sometimes I’ll do the speak command and she’ll do this huge windup, like big breath, eyes wide, and then release what is essentially a very little hiccup. but i still have to give her the treat. she doesn’t know the difference, not really.

always delighted to be woken up by you, wiggles her feet and starts licking her lips and looking up at you like “!!!! hello!!! omg!!! wow!!! a delight!!!”

doesn’t know the cats don’t like her. will trot up to Frisk and give what is in her mind a very polite little kiss on her nose before trotting away, oblivious to the offended growl she’s just elicited.

MUST BE PET. HOW ELSE WILL SHE KNOW SHE IS LOVED. MUST BE PET AT ALL TIMES NOW EVERYWHERE PLEASE.

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realizing i could write a book about how much i love this deaf fucker

#dogs #dog training #deaf dog #goose #m2a #m2answers #long post #holy shit that's a lot lmao sorry #got carried away #i love it when people ask about my animals dude #i'm that parent who's ready to whip out the family album at any given moment #just say the word #like i could talk at length about any of them!!!!!#goose is just the most interesting in a public forum lmao

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benreys-realm · 3 years

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Chapter 2: BATHTIME

There was a tense silence as the two men sat at the table, both just trying to wrack their brains on how to tell Benry the news. It wasn’t going to go over well, not at all... Actually it was going to end in disaster.. and possibly lots of bite marks. Tommy and Barney glanced at one another before sighing.

“I think... between the two of us... we can do it...” Barney says slowly, his chin resting on his hands.

There is a pause, and Tommy slowly speaks.

“Maybe if it break it to him VERY gently he won’t freak out... it has to be done... We can’t put it off any longer... it’s been going on for 5 days now!”

A loud groan escapes Barney’s lips as he moves his hands and rubs his temples.

“Dear god... I don’t wanna lose a hand Tommy.. he is not gonna take that well... He bites through solid METAL.” Banrey counters.

A soft smile creeps across Tommy’s lips along with a faint yellow glow.

“Awe don’t worry Mr. Calhoun, I have a plan! It’s sure to work...” Tommy says and he sets his hands on the table and pushes up, before swinging his legs over the seat. He quickly stands and rushes over to the soda machine, buying several drinks and scooping them up in one arm before doing the same with the food dispenser right besides it. A loud groan from Barney echos through the break room as he slowly gets up and trudged after Tommy.

“If I lose a hand because of this, imma kick your ass...” Barney says, as they stand outside of the door. His comment is answered with a cheery smile.

“Awe don’t worry! I got this in the bag, it’ll work trust me!” Tommy says happily, and walks in after Barney unlocks the door and pushes it open. The annoyed grumbles and mumbling from Barney makes Tommy chuckle. Humans sure were amusing.

Inside the room, Benry was lounging on a mattress Tommy had managed to drag in a couple days ago. This time Benry was busy using crayons to practice writing and drawing... There were very few things Benry loved more than that mattress... He was on it 96% of the time. There is a large pair of yellow eyes that seem to glow from under a purple sheet, and the shifting of shoulders like a cat ready to pounce. Fortunately, Tommy was prepared for the tackle hug pounce. Barney, was not. At the sudden blur of orange red fur, Tommy quickly side steps as Benry launches off the mattress at blinding speed, and tackles Barney.

Barney slams his back into the door, before slipping down a bit. After a loud groan, he glanced down at the giant puff ball hugging his chest and purring loudly. The sound of Benry’s tail tapping the ground was very loud. A loud deep chuckle comes out of Barney’s lips as he gently sets a hand and messed up Benry’s fur. The purring grew more intense. Barney pats his back gently.

“Awe heya kiddo I missed ya too... I saw you yesterday ya goof ball... Oh god kid you knocked the wind outta me, good heavens... sure are strong for someone so small...” Barney says as he struggles back to his feet. There was a new routine they had, Benrey knocked him over once before. With a very excitable and strong fluff ball that can run extremely fast, Barney learned at least to stand near a wall so you don’t fall flat on your back again.

Benry lets go and hops to the ground, before quickly running to Tommy and wrapping his arms around him. It’s only been 5 days since they first met Benry, but he had become a major cuddle bug and constantly wanted to be pet or get scratches behind the ears... Tommy thought it was absolutely adorable.

The loud purring makes Tommy smiles and gently shifts all the snacks to one arm before using his free arm to scoop Benry up like a cat. At first, Benry whines loudly before looking up at Tommy with large round eyes. The sounds of a faint whooshing noise of Benry’s tail wags happily and his pupils take up his entire eyes.

God that was cute, he looked like a really big puppy. Imaging Benry as a puppy makes Tommy laugh a bit and snuggles him gently before gently setting Benry down. Benry whirls around the second he’s on the floor and reaches for the goodies. Almost immediately, Tommy stands up keeping them from his reach. This earns a loud whine from Benry and some ear twitching. His tail fluffs up.

“Hey! What gives?! Can just bring in yummy treats without sharing with Benny!!!” He cries out trying to hop up and grab them. Tommy smiles and pats his head.

“I’m planning on sharing, silly. But there’s something we need to do first, Benry. Unfortunately, you have fleas... and that means we need to give you a bath... Surely you’ve noticed the itching?? And the annoying bugs in your fur? Sure doesn’t sound fun...” Tommy says, seeming to look sympathetic. There was more fur poofing up as Benry pouts, and folds his arms.

“Maybe... I don’t wanna take a bath they suck! Their uh... my buddies... yeah... live with me, in my fur... rent freee cuz their my... buddies....” he says, fiddling with his tail again, trying extremely hard to resist to scratch it like crazy. After that he was gonna use his teeth to gnaw at the lil shits making his body itch LIKE CRAZY.

Barney and Tommy exchange a glance. Barney smiles and squats down, being more level with Benry.

“Awe come on now, ya don’t wanna have fleas when ya see Mr. Freeman in two days do you?” He asks, a soft smile creeping on his face. Not even a split second after hearing Gordon’s name, Benry’s ears shoot up, his eyes wide. The soft sounds of paws on metal get louder as Benry runs to Barney, his paws on Barney’s shoulders.

“Wait?! For real?! You... you actually managed to get him to meet me?! How?! Seriously?! I’m actually meet him?! Friend?! My friend??? H-how... you’re not... jokin’ are ya...?” He says his eyes wide and full of hope. Once Barney nods once then Benry glances at Tommy who smiles and nods a few times.

“That’s why we came to celebrate silly! He was extremely excited when I reached out to him! The minute your name popped up he wouldn’t stop sending me questions! He sounded extremely worried about you! He seems really sweet! He can’t wait to meet you, I did let him know that you’re... super cuddly and adorable!” Tommy says, that smile not budging. That comment about being cuddly and adorable makes Benry blink, he was absolutely not buying it. There’s a faint growl and tail lashing, along with ears folding down.

“Is this some kinda sick joke? That you’ll get me to take a damn bath cuz you’re making me think Freeman actually wants anything to do with a freak like me?” Benry asks, eyes narrowed.

The sound of bags and sodas shifting in Tommy’s arms is all that’s heard. The expression on Tommy’s face looks completely taken aback, and he looks down. The expression on his face looks wounded, and he looks Benry in the eyes.

“Mr. Freeman is actually coming in two days, Benry. He really wishes to meet you, and no. This isn’t some kind of ruse. I realize this is hard, to trust us... but, we are trying to HELP you Benry! I don’t know how else to explain this... Fleas carry all sorts of diseases and things that could really hurt you. So, unless you take that bath, you won’t see him.” Tommy says with a scolding tone, his arms folding. He looked like a father setting the rules for a disobedient child.... Barney just stared, quite impressed.

“WH-you can’t! You’re! AUGH! Dammit Tommy you’re such an annoying older brother and it drives me insane!!” Benry snaps fur fully fluffing up. Tommy smirks and leans down, nose to nose with Benry.

“And, cus I’m in charge, I can use ‘CUZ I SAID SO.’ So, get ready for that bath. We’ll be bringing in a washtub and shampoo and some flea killing medications, along with the soap that will soothe your agitated skin.. Barney, can you get the washtub, sponge and water for me? I need to grab the shampoo and medicine for the fleas... And probably bring a pair of goggles, he’s gonna try shaking soap into our eyes to wriggle out of it... and rubber gloves....” Tommy says looking at Barney for the other half of the conversation.

The two of them had left Benry a pair of specially made swim trunks that would comfortably allow his tail room to move freely, and asked him to change while the grabbed their supplies. Benry grumbles angrily as he does so. The swim trunks were black, and had a PS Logo on it.. Benry guessed Tommy asked his talented boyfriend to help him make these for him... since he loved PS game systems so much... He actually really liked these... Hella comfy.

Not too long after Benry changed, Barney comes in carrying a big washtub halfway full of warm water, and a sponge floating in it. He gently shuts the door behind him, and glances around for Benry. As expected, he wedged himself into the corner, and looks extremely upset. Don’t blame him...

The door swung open so fast that Barney jumps as Tommy quickly comes in, and uses his foot to close the door. A large pile of shampoos, a pill bottle and ointment in his hands. There’s a loud sigh between the two of them, as they both stare at Benry. Glancing at him, he looked like a fluffed up angry cat. A big ass bipedal cat with teeth that could easily cut through solid metal. The realization that Benry was not going to make this easy makes Tommy sigh. Gently, Tommy sets his hand on Barney’s shoulder, before grabbing the yellow set of rubber gloves, and slips a pair of goggles over his eyes.

“Benry, I promise I’ll give you all the soda and chips you want after this? Okay? Let’s just.... not make those worse than it has to be.... Alright?” Tommy says, his hands raised defensively, trying to show he wasn’t a threat. Benry growls as he approaches, fur bristling. There is a faint hint of mischief in Tommy’s eyes as he grins, and pulls something out of his pocket. It’s small, thin, and looks like a pen cut in half. Benry blinks and tilts his head to the side. As Tommy pushed a button, and a small red beam of light focused on the floor in front of Benry.

A tiny red spec. The sight of that magical red dot made Benry gasp, all other thoughts gone. He pounced, paws covering it, before checking to see if it was still there. Once he does so, the spec had moved 2 inches from under his paws. An annoyed grunt leaves Benrys lips, as he hunkers down and pounces again. Another miss. Tommy leads Benry to the washtub using the laser pointer, and Benry stops just shy of the tub as the light vanished. A couple glances around looking for the spec makes Benry’s eyes fall on the washtub right in front of him. There is a loud gulp, as Benry turns around to see Tommy already grabbing his scruff.

“Noooooo! Don’t wanna! I hate water in my ears!!!! Noooooooo....” Benry whines, flailing above the water. Tommy sighs.

“We won’t get water in your ears, promise. This will make you feel a lot better and a lot less itchy! Please? For me?” Tommy asks, a pleading tone in his voice. Benry looks at Tommy’s face. He looked really sad, like worried... Benry sighs before folding his arms.

“.... Fine... just for the... soda and stuff... and cuz you look hella sad...” Benry says, his ears folding downwards. Tommy smiles and gently sets Benry into the water. Thankfully, for everyone the bath wasn’t nearly as disasterous as expected. Berny was extremely well behaved, and mainly played with the bubbles that kept being made. Tommy made sure that he got flea and tick shampoo into all of Benry’s fur. He was mot allowing any of the fleas or ticks to have a chance to get Benry sick. That would be disastrous.

The water was absolutely disgusting when they were done. As expected, Benry hopped out, and shook off like an animal, sending nasty water everywhere. There was the sound of angry and disgusted protesting as Tommy and Barney both glared at him, but rolled their eyes. Both of them shook their heads as they watched Benry roll around adorably in the towels they brought in. When his fur was wet, he was even smaller than they expected. Extremely skinny, and looked like a thick furred cat who got soaked with water. It was quite funny.

After watching him roll around for a bit, Tommy smiles and grabs a fresh towel and drops it on Benry, and starts brushing his fur. Benry purred loudly, loving the sensation of the itching finally stopping and feeling the grooming. It felt so nice... so relaxing... It felt like a massage... To Tommy’s delight, the fleas were already coming off, meaning the shampoo worked. He smiles and grabs a thick comb, gently trying to comb Benry’s thick and wild fur. He combed for hours, scraping out a large portion of dead skin, fleas, shed fur and other nasty bits from his fur. Barney couldn’t watch that part, the thought of bugs freaked him out to no end.

For the areas of fleas that were painful and still itchy, Tommy rubbed the ointment behind Benry’s ears, and between his shoulder blades. It had taken over 5 hours, but Tommy had completely combed through all of Benry’s dense fur. With that, he had successfully removed a huge amount of the fleas who were dead from the soap and shampoo. After brushing his fur till his arms screamed in pain, Tommy happily noticed he removed almost all the fleas. Now for the other bugs and ticks... Wonderful...

After that, Tommy had checked for any ticks or other parasites, and removing them as gently as possible. From the looks of it, Benry was never properly groomed in his other cell. When Tommy finished everything, Benry was so relaxed curled up next to Tommy. His tail wagged softly, and he was purring very loudly. The content and extremely relaxed expression and body language of Benry and his purring made Tommy’s heart swell....

The way Benry laid curled up with his chin resting on Tommy’s leg made it appear that he was partly asleep, looking like he was feeling a million times better. His fur shone, with such a brightness and was actually shades lighter than they originally thought. With some rustle of clothes, Barney smirks, leans forward and tells Tommy to look at him from the front. Tommy gently shifts to look and smiles softly. There was soft twitching of his cute little nose, along with his light blue tongue sticking out only partly. It was possible cutest thing Barney or Tommy had seen, and Barney chucked softly. After Tommy moved back to rest his aching back against the wall, Benry seemed to knead Tommy’s pants leg with his paws, followed by loud purring. Clearly, he was extremely happy.

With a soft sigh of relief, Tommy smiles and gently strokes Benry’s now soft and silky fur, and looks so relieved to see his younger sibling feeling so much better. It was established quickly that Benry declared Tommy his other brother, to which Tommy had cried for hours after he left the room. That has made him so undeniably happy... That meant the world to Tommy, seeing that Benry felt he had family here.

One the same day, Benry had accidentally called Barney dad, which Barney just grinned like a fool, scooped him up and just hugged him. It had taken over 10 minutes to get Barney to let go, but thankfully both of them were elated, and Benry seemed to enjoy the company. Barney came by twice to three times a day, now making extra trips on his rounds to check in Benry, and sneak him snacks. The only person complaining was Barney’s boss, but he didn’t mind. He end Benry absolutely loved it, getitng to see his dad and big brother were the highlights of his days.

Like clockwork, Tommy and Barney both had to leave. As gently as they could the set Benry on his mattress. Within seconds, he curled up and snuggled into the sheets, hugging one finger plushies Tommy and Barney had given him. As a special present, Tommy left him an old game console, one that could play one of the bery first Pokémon games. It was quickly discovered Benry was fantastic at video games, and Tommy had worked extremely hard to smuggle some games into him. When berny did wake up, he stared in awe at the games and small console sitting an inch from his twitching nose.

It didn’t take long before Benry had wrapped his small paws around it and immediately began playing it. That lasted about a day or so before his thoughts began drifting elsewhere. Or, more about a certain SOMEONE. Someone who’d be visiting him soon... Like... SOON SOON. The thought hadn’t processed until he was busy making his way through one of the halfway cities in the Fire Red Pokemon game.

Soon, he’d be seeing Freeman... his heart fluttered. Omg. That was just over a day away! Benry paused his game, he was at a boring part, anyways.... Tommy told him he has to start with the classics before he worked his way up to the newer games. Benry’s mind roamed, he had a general idea of what Gordon looked like... he didn’t give major specifics... but he couldn’t wait... Benry had a hard time focusing on his Pokémon game as Gordon kept appearing in his head....

**Meanwhile, in a city far from Black Mesa**

Gordon had been getting anxious. He’s been chatting with someone named Tommy Coolatta, who was supposedly going to be giving him the tour of Black Mesa. He also gave extremely unsubtle hints that he was going to be taking him to see a “special friend.” From the sounds of it, Tommy was well known in the facility.

At a bad attempt to be subtle about prying, Tommy caught in immediately and informed Gordon his father is the one who runs the entire facility of Black Mesa, and that he was very impressed at Gordon’s academic skills and intelligence. (For a human.)

There was a tense silence as Gordon asked if he misheard him and Tommy quickly said he accidentally rambles about things on occasion, nothing to worry about. That was the first thing to start making Gordon’s anxiety get worse.

After that misheard comment, Gordon felt his heart stop. Tommy had mentioned in his texts not to be... scared or stare at Benry, for it would upset him. Something he mentioned about Benry being extremely self conscious of his appearance. For a moment he thought he heard some strange static and a garbled voice threatening him if he hurt Benry’s feelings he’d make sure he’d be BEGGING for death. Cold sweats prickled Gordon’s face. That... ok he really needed to get a new cell phone, his was seriously out of date or hacked.

After that extremely uncomfortable conversation with Tommy, Gordon sighed, and rubbed his tired face once he hung up the phone. He didn’t know but... Benry had been there for him through so much... that was his friend... Well, to Gordon more than that.... he knew he saw Benry as a lot more than just a friend... He often wondered if Benry felt the same about him... Foolish to hope for such a thing but... He decided to let himself pretend to be happy for once, actually have a solid crush in someone... didn’t matter, he’d be meeting them in a day... He hoped, anyways.

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fandom-sheep · 3 years

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MCC 24 JUL 21

Green Guardians and Pink Parrots Part 1/2

Alright I’m finally back! I’m only half watching while I clean my room but it’s fine.

I’m watching Fundy’s POV on my main screen and Ranboo’s on my phone where I’m typing this.

Ranboo pre game stream let’s gooo.

I’m so very entertained by the background Tubbo noises.

He’s so happy. I don’t know if I have it in my to watch Fundy’s POV even though I’m cheering for the Green Guardians.

Sands of time. Let’s go!

We are going to hear these boys in each other’s backgrounds.

This has “mom can we play Minecraft at our sleepover” vibe.

Phil’s streaming. Where is the fox boy…

Boys trying to out noise each other.

Please tell over to tubbo about how loud he is being. It would be funny.

It’s so much fun watching this boy achieve his goals. I love watching people achieve their goals.

Actual MCC server!!!

Good time for screeny. Nobody is chilling.

BURGER!

I saw him! I saw that fox run past!

“Ahh” - Ranboo

“Aaaa” -Tubbo

“Ahhhh” -Ranboo

“Aaaa” -Tubbo

High school ish age boy in competitive scenario. This will be so much fun.

Microphone magic time!

Hey I hear the boys!

And it works well.

It does echo???? How???

“It was a joint effort. I came up with some bad ideas you came up with the idea that works.” -Tubbo

Also known as every other group chat I’ve ever been in.

Lmanburg flag at rally?

What?

No. Let’s do free clout.

Ranboo being a problem.

Why is everyone in that VC?

What problems are these children causing.

Fundy is live! Where is my iPad time to dual wield streams.

Spatula???

Dual spatulas.

It’s time to start!!!

Where is the fox?

You know. I might reverse it. I might have to watch Pink Parrots mainly and just ignore green guardians.

I’m going to put Wilbur on my iPad so I can see the chaos man. Now to decide which POV I’m listening to. Probably Ranboo. Wilbur on mine is slightly behind.

They asked if Wilbur was going change his skin? That never happens. He had to wear the sweater of shame at Christmas time.

I have them both almost perfectly sinced but it’s at the point it almost sounds echoed.

No it’s just tubbo who sounds echoed.

Nope can’t get it to sync. Just listening on my speaker.

No surround sound here. Unless I get really board.

Manifesting the win?

Manifolding the win.

Bavid.

Time to annoy the other teams.

From here on I’m going to try to be productive while I watch. Wait no. The music isn’t in sync with the one I’ll mostly be watching.

Oh I forgot TapL was there. Nope it’s not syncing. Just going to have Ranboos on my phone be secondary.

Wilbur POV let’s go.

We trash talking. Look at them go.

Ahh. English area codes. What the enigma.

Let’s win pink parrots!!! How do I always end up cheering for this team…

I need to make pink parrot art.

Oh no. Just Wilbur.

Oh no. It’s all Tubbo.

Wilbur reminds me of a good camp counselor motivating his team. Not like one of my coworkers.

My brother isn’t home today so we can’t have a watch party like we wanted.

My mom is confused with my and my brother’s investment in MCC but we told her it was the national championships of Minecraft.

Oh poor Fundy tagging on the other side.

I need to remember to collect channel points.

I’m sorry why is my internet acting stupid. Work you!

Pink and purple. The tween girls second most idea color pallet.

They are over motivating the Soot.

Thought Wilbur was going to explode from peer pressure there.

Yooo. I figured out how to watch Fundy! I can split screen my ipad between the app and the website. Tiny Fundy screen and big Wilbur screen and tiny Ranboo screen on my phone.

They can’t warn fast enough.

Time to watch and ad and support Wilbur because it got too far behind for my liking while I fought with the tiny Fundy screen.

I need to put away the books I’m pressing flowers in. But I don’t want to mess up the flowers.

Wonder how soon I’ll have to start a new post because I ran out of bullet points.

Nah I’m not keeping Fundy’s POV open. I want full screen Pink Parrots.

Music brain made the lyric connection.

I could drink 3 bottles of water every round.

The boys with the superior bladders.

What happened with Wilbur? What I didn’t see anything happen with the stream.

Nox crew role play??? What?

Wait. Did red team just fall into the void?

What?

I found a skirt and I’m wondering why I don’t wear it more often.

It goes down to my knees I could even wear this to church.

Offhand wool!

Time to battle in the box!

Exciting death boots.

Go!!! Do wool! Get em!

Oh wow. They both died. At the same time.

They can hear the Tommy. That’s how well these dudes know one another.

Bragging on each other.

Everyone surprised that Wilbur is entering his old man years.

Woohoo!

Random history moments with Tubbo.

Woohoo (again)!

Ranboos just going to jinx it.

Oh no I need my charger!

Got my charger! Rejoined at “Minecraft butts make big… videos” and am quite confused.

Skilled boys!!

Poof goes the Bur.

They beat Dream???

Casually refolding every bandana I own while watching battle box.

I found a peppermint tea bag.

Come on get mid! Noooo.

Pink parrots doing pretty good from what I see in MCC live.

I thought Ranboo had an actual burger on his face cam. I was so confused for a moment.

Yelling across the room casually.

Wilbur is back. You can hear him.

Wilbur is like a kid trying to get a duck out of the pond.

Sky battle?

Shake? Shake shake shake?

Oh no. Now all the chat is crying over Ghostbur. Myself included.

Pink parrots on top so far! Never mind that didn’t last long.

Go Wilbur! Go Tubbo! Go Ranboo! Go TapL!

Wilbur go poof.

3rd atm.

Oh we’ve gone down.

No he was not good. But he paved the way for TapL.

We’re in 2nd?? Are the other teams dead or something?

If we’re going down and yelling timber.

4th. Not bad.

Woohoo!

Go green guardians!!

So proud of them.

Pants and Boots!

Still in 6th for sky battle.

Bless his heart TapL is so worried.

Red Rabbits and Green guardians are close.

My streams are out of sync. So confused.

We’re in lead!!

WE WON!!!

My iPad is struggling with Will’s stream but it’s going!

Come on Parrots!

Alright got it up again. Got it up again.

If I were a streamer I wouldn’t be good at MCC. I can’t competitive properly. I just like making jokes and being goofy.

Not a good lead but oh well never mind we don’t have the lead.

Red Rabbits YUM.

“Do not engage” as they set off tnt.

Get those stupid rabbits! Or whoever is attacking. I’ve never been good at any sports.

First again!

Hold on guys!

They won!!! With Wilbur hovering on the edge of the void!!!

PINK PARROTS FIRST PLACE (for now but I’m still excited)

Talented team!! Look at them go!

Get your screen shot little Y/N fan boy.

Not surprised we’re more popular than the olympics.

Had to go brag to my parents that there are more people watching MCC than the olympics. They were also not surprised.

Sands of Time. The wildcard game.

Sand sand sand sand.

We have a key for a vault already?

Putting away shoes. Nothing to make you be productive like watching Minecraft peeps play a competitive game.

“Everywhere is a way into somewhere”

Come on boys.

Time to switch to Ranboos POV. See if I can spot that N with my grown up can spot things vision.

Nope don’t see this mysterious letter.

TapL if you got nothing to do bother Ranboo to help him find that N.

Calm Tubbo. Tubbo chill.

Really. The map is broken and they are taking forever helping.

Key!!! Fight Fight Fight.

Ranboo apologizing.

If his team loses this kid will blame himself.

Go Tubbo and Ranboo.

Vault open!

Out of sand = prepare to book it.

1:30 (90 sec) let’s go.

Less than a minute. Evacuate!

Oh no Ranboo is lost. Hurry kiddo!

They made it?

They made it.

Off goes the Wilbur. Now to wait.

Come on pink parrots.

Is it bad I can’t see sands of time coins in MCC live or am I just crazy?

5th. Better than I expected.

THEY ARE STILL FIRST???

Barely. But they are.

We get to vote now?!?

Quick to the voting!

I had to fight Twitter to vote.

The app didn’t want to work.

What’s the acronym one?

I’m sorry did I just hear that Wilbur taught Tubbo how to spell fuck?

Ranboo has the iron bladder.

I drank so much water but I just kinda do that.

Listen to Wilbur getting soft and encouraging Ranboo in his first game.

And Wilbur wanting him back. And planning to manipulate Scott.

Doesn’t surprise me that Wilbur would manipulate Scott. I know he probably doesn’t but still.

Look at all us audience beings.

Hooray David. I don’t know who you are but sup.

I’m sitting on a yoga ball to type and I about fell off. That wouldn’t have been fun.

All of Wills chat blessing him.

David just did the vocal equivalent of 👍🏻

Ooo I found a dollar.

And of course Tubbo likes the olympics. Trampoline boy should love them.

Nooo. Not tubbo!

Whoopsy. There go the parrots.

Why does my Wilbur stream keep goofing. See this is why I don’t actually liveblog I am so behind it’d be delayed anyway.

Instead of replacing with Phil replace with Kristen.

Keep it up Pink Parrots keep it up. *clap clap*

Where is my old cheerleading book?

Oh this is so behind. I saw ranboo fall on his POV then waited a few moments to see him on Wills.

Let’s reset it again for now. Look like it’s close. And I got an ad this time.

If it gets super behind again I’m going to just switch to Ranboo on my iPad and see if that works.

Wills is slightly ahead now. That’s how I like it.

Wilbur is such a motivating human. I swear I keep thinking that I’m hearing my coworkers encouraging campers at a kickball game or something.

Oh we’re dropping. But we’re still going.

How the actual hay are we still here.

Keep it up TapL!!

2nd!

300 and a bit to get back to first.

Look at Ranboo and Wilbur. So happy.

Ok singy boi with the ability to do one sound for a long time.

I want TapL on DSMP. It would be funny I like this guy. What does this guy stream? I want to start watching him.

Ace Race? I love ace race.

Ooo buildmart. Used to be my favorite but now no one hates it anymore.

I like least liked games. Least liked games act as great equalizers. No one is happy and it’s funny.

“You have such a way with words” -TapL (?)

“Thanks I’m a song writer” -Wilbur

Why are we doing dramatic monologues?

Sounds neat. I like this deep story.

Who is dying? What? I zoned out for a minute.

Cant wait to see that audio appear on tiktok.

You go Wilbur. I believe in you.

You go Ranboo become a lover or hater of Ace Race.

“I keep on stabbing people in the butt with my fork” -Ranboo

Again can’t wait to see that audio appear on tiktok.

I love Wilburs angry “which glitch” he’s experienced all of them.

No don’t stop Wilburs channel! I’ll watch an ad but let me watch ace race.

Ranboo has learned to dislike ace race.

Feels like a achievement. You have made Ranboo hate ace race.

Tubbo did it! Whoop!

Good job Will!

Good Job team!

Second team to finish!!!

Wait it says they are in 3rd on MCC live?

Phil Head!

Hey 1st. Good job Parrots!

The perspective I watch doesn’t matter. All I see is shifting at Wilbur either way.

Ranboo booked it.

Techno. Oh how we miss him. He was there last MCC but still.

Wait why are they in the soggy? I missed it?

Dunk tank?

End on build mart! Everyone sounded so sad! I’m so happy! I picked the right team!

Oh acronym is terra swoop force!!! Go Philza.

I’m practical shot who will win.

Pink Parrots doing actually pretty good according to MCC live.

Good job guys!

Resetting Wilburs stream while nothing is happening so I don’t miss anything later.

OH WAIT STUFF IS STILL HAPPENING I SEE IT ON RANBOOS!

Oh final text block. I’m going to have to make 2 posts.

#mcc #minecraft championships #pink parrots #Wilbur soot #ranboo #tubbo #TapL #delayed liveblogging

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years

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bases loaded* highschool!ricky horror x reader

+++++++++ Highschool au woo!

originally i was like ‘hey maybe they could like sneak into an empty classroom’ and then i remembered in my highschool there are batting cages for softball practice in a long narrow room above the gym. also the only way you can get to it is a staircase that goes from the basement at the end of the hall with the art/shop/weight training rooms all the way up to the gym and the batting cages above it, its like a four story staircase. (i know it sounds weird but our school has had a lot of additions over the years, theres a wrestling room in the back of the ‘new’ gym too) but thats kind of where the idea for this came from so if it reads weird or doesnt seem like a normal highschool set up, i promise it is because i lived it, its literally in my highschool lol.

* - You two sneak off during class to find an empty room (this was og promt). He has to keep you quiet during a hard fucking so you dont get caught

Song: mrs infamous (my sweetness) by palaye royale

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @musicsexandpizza69 @ryansitkowskiswifey +++++++++

"Meet me at the end of the shop hallway during sixth period."

I replayed that sentence in my mind over and over again. He sounded so needy whispering it in my ear as the bell rang to release us from lunch. I couldn't stop thinking about it, and it made me blush each time. I thought about if skipping class would be worth it but it always was. We were seniors after all, which meant what few classes we did have, we didn't have much to do at this point. I rounded the corner and spotted him at the other end of the hallway, smoking out the open window. I walked quickly towards him, hoping none of the art teachers would notice me. When I got to him I smiled.

"Did you miss me?"

I said quietly, making him jump. He sighed out in relief.

"Jesus y/n."

I laughed a little bit.

"You said to meet you. What are we doing?"

He smirked at me before putting his cigarette out on the window sill.

"We, are going to have a little fun."

He grabbed my hand and started towards the stairs.

"Since we haven't been able to hang out after school for the past like two weeks I figured we could have some time to ourselves during. Besides, it's not like we have anything better to do."

I smiled to myself as he looked around, leading me up the stairs once the coast was clear.

"And we're heading to the batting cages because?"

this stair case only went to one place and i had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do. He looked at me over his shoulder and smirked.

"It's private, and with it being over the gym no one will hear us."

I raised a brow.

"Oh?"

He sent me a wicked smile before turning back around. When we got to the top he paused, letting go of my hand.

"Isn't it locked during school hours?"

I asked. He just ignored me, kneeling down and pulling two pins out of his hoodie pocket.

"Nothings locked if you try hard enough."

He said smoothly, moving to pick the lock. I smiled to myself as the door popped open and he stood up. He held it and kissed me endearingly.

"After you m'lady."

i smirked at him.

"How thoughtful."

He followed in after me. The whole room was dark aside from the light coming in from the 'windows' to the gym. You could hear the coaches instructing students, it sounded like they were playing kick ball today which meant we'd be home free in the noise department. i walked along the far wall, making sure no one down below would be able to see us at the angle. there were gym mats littering the floor along with a few racks of equipment and large nets to catch the balls that were hit. in one corner however there was a medium sized table with two chairs behind it, where the coaches usually kept their clip boards and the water coolers and things. today however it was empty. i walked quietly over to it, leaning my hands on it to make sure it wouldnt squeak under my weight. when it didnt make a sound i turned around and slid up onto it, kicking my legs under me and watching ricky as he looked around. by now the gym class had started their game and you could hear the loud sound of rubber being hit and students yelling to their teammates.

"you stalling for a reason kiddo?"

i asked, pulling rickys attention to me. he held his pointer finger to his lips to shush me as he peered out the glass-less window down at the class. he looked back to me after a second and smiled. i watched him intently as he strutted carefully over to me, placing his hands firmly on the table on either side of my thighs.

"you ready to go?"

he asked smoothly, staring into me, his gaze falling momentarily to my lips. i shuddered, running my hands lightly up his arms. i always could get lost in his ocean eyes, the dark makeup pulling me in deeper as he beckoned me with his siren song. i nodded to him before capturing his lips in mine, pulling him to me as i kissed him hungrily. we slowly began making out and i could feel his hands move to my hips, squeezing them gently as he stood up. i detached from him and inhaled deeply, looking up at him with an innocent gaze.

"i love you ricky."

i said a little dazed. he smiled at me before kissing me lightly, his one hand moving to my face to caress my cheek.

"i love you too y/n."

he waited for my response and as soon as i smiled at him, bringing my hands to hold his waist to me, he was back to my lips. i hummed against him as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. as we continued to make out i moved to get his jacket off, unzipping it slowly and pushing it down his arms. he dropped it to the table next to me and returned his hands to my exposed thighs. he pulled away from my mouth, moving down my neck as i snaked my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, just under his black beanie.

"im so glad you wore a skirt today."

he mumbled against my collar bone, making me shudder at his hot breath.

"so am i."

i sighed out, feeling him slip his hand between my legs. he moved his head back up to kiss me as he ran two fingers over my clothed heat.

"so needy."

he said seductively, making me blush.

"i missed your touch."

he moaned low in his throat at my comment before pushing my skirt up quickly and pulling me to the edge of the table. i caught myself, dropping both hands to the table behind me as i leaned back. when i looked down between the two of us i could see his bulge pressed hard against his tight jeans.

"god, i need you so bad right now."

his voice was barely above a whisper. i pecked his lips before looking back down between us. i slowly began to undo his jeans, looking back to his face every once in a while to see his eyes screwed shut as i grazed him, pushing his bottoms down. he breathed deeply, barely opening his eyes as he pulled himself out of his jeans. i groaned to myself as he pressed his member against my thigh, spreading my legs apart and pushing my panties to the side.

"you ready baby?"

he asked lowly. i raised a brow.

"did you bring it?"

he looked confused for a second before realizing what i was asking and pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. when he opened it i could see it was half empty but he had remembered to bring a condom this time.

"got it."

he said, pulling it out and tearing it open. i helped him roll it on before leaning back again. i moaned as he ran himself over my slit, getting my wet over his tip before he guided himself into me. He reached up to cover my mouth with his hand and looking panicked for a second.

"youve gotta be quiet princess, or we're not gonna get very far."

i nodded and he dropped his hand back to the table. i scooted closer to the edge of the table as he pulled halfway out and pushed back into me a few times. as he began thrusting a little harder i brought one leg up to hook around his waist, bringing him closer to me. as he got rougher he finally remembered to take care of me, bring his hand down to circle my clit. i dropped my head back immediatly, giving him access to kiss and suck at my neck again. my eyes screwed shut as he pounded into me, breathing heavily against my skin. i moaned again and he shot upright, covering my mouth as he continued fucking me hard. i looked at him with dark eyes, reaching for his shirt and gripping it tightly.

"ricky."

i moaned into his hand. he decided that wasnt enough though and replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing me roughly as his movements got sloppier and more uneven. i could feel him twitch as he kept moving, thrusting into me and pushing his thumb against my clit. then i felt it, my vision went blurry for a second as my orgasm wracked through my body, making my thighs quiver against his waist. he thrusted hard one last time before pausing and sighing heavily into my mouth as he came. we both sat there breathing heavily for a second before he pulled out of me. as he was pulling the condom off we both heard a whistle blow from inside the gym, then one of the coaches yelled for the class to clean up.

"you ready to dash?"

he asked, pulling his pants back up and helping me down off the table. i nodded, fixing my panties and my skirt back into place.

"lets hope we dont get caught."

i winked at him, picking his hoodie up and draping it over my shoulders. he smirked down at me, taking my hand in his and pulling me towards the door.

"do we ever?"

#wattpad #x reader #smut #Ricky horror #Ricky Olson #miw #one shots #imagines #221

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sweetblink · 5 years

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Love, and Spanish Lessons.

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Antonio Dawson x Reader

Requested by: anon

From your prompt list #2, #50 with Antonio Dawson Chicago PD? Please and thank you.

#50. "Teach me Spanish, I want to learn how to speak it." ... "Why?" ... "It's sounds so hot and romantic when you say romantic stuff in Spanish, and deadly if you cuss them out." ... "You're not wrong."

Warning: cursing. Lil Laura bashing (I’m sorry, it was beneficial for the imagine!)

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Loud grunts could be heard, while small groan of pains joined along. Antonio stood behind the punching bag, letting out small winces as you continued to beat the heck out of the bag.

“Jesus, what did the punching bag ever do to you?” Antonio asked.

You let out a small huff and smiled. “Why are you complaining, you’re the reason why I even got better.” You teased, as Antonio let out a small huff.

“Should’ve told you no.” he muttered, you just giggled and let out a punch and a final kick to the bag, which cause Antonio to stumble back to fall onto his butt.

“Oh crap, I’m sorry Tonio.”

Antonio just chuckled as he pulled you down to him, when you moved to help him get up, you let out a loud squeal as you landed on top of Antonio.

“What the hell Antonio.” You pouted, nudging his arm as he continued to laugh. After struggling to get out of his embrace, finally he got up and helped you up as well, pulling you close. Smiling you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a light kiss.

“Hey, dad- oh gross!” Diego screeched, Eva right behind him, who was covering her eyes, you let out a small chuckle and turned to them. Antonio smiled fondly at his kids and stood up to make his way over them.

“Sorry kids, should’ve warned me that you guys were coming over.” He teased. Eva peeked at him for her fingers and let out a small sigh of relief as she saw that nothing bad was happening anymore, Diego just grimaced even more.

“Hey Y/N!” Eva greeted, smiling wide, as you made your way over to them. You smiled widely as well.

“Hey honey.” You greeted, hugging her tightly, Diego smiled and attacked you for a hug as well. You laughed whole heartily and pulled him in for a hug as well. Antonio smiled at the scene in front of him, feeling content that you, Diego and Eva got along well.

“Hey Y/N are you doing anything tonight?” Diego asked, looking up at you. You smiled fondly at him and shook your head.

“No, mi vida.” Calling him what Antonio always calls Eva and Diego. “Why?”

“He wanted to know if you wanted to know if you wanted to join our family night.” Eva responded. “He wanted to play chess. Will you join us?” she asked, looking at you with puppy eyes.

You smiled and looked over at Antonio. “Well it’s up to your dad, if only he wants me to be there, then I’ll be there.” You said in a teasing voice. His kids now looked at him, and pulled out their puppy eyes, begging and pleading for you to come over.

Antonio smiled. “Alright fine.” The kids let out a small cheer, and had began to pull you out the gym, talking rapidly about what was going to be a family game night. Antonio just laughed and smiled fondly as you.

You looked back at him and smiled.

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Antonio let out a small groan, along with Diego, as Eva and Y/N let out a victory whoop. “Ha! Take that boys.” You teased, pointing at their faces. Antonio just smiled as Diego stuck out his tongue at you.

You, being the mature adult that you are, stuck it back out at him. Diego just laughed and decided that game night was over and started to pack the board game. “Tired already, babe?” you asked, helping him pick up the games, as Eva and Antonio picked up the trash.

Diego shook his head. “No, after we play board games, we usually end the night watching movies. You nodded and noticed the small bruise that was on his neck, frowning you got a little closer at him.

“So, who’s the kid, giving you trouble?” you whispered. Diego tensed up and looked up at you with fear in his eyes. You turned to Antonio and Eva and smiled. “Hey, you guys good choosing the movie. Me and Diego can get the popcorn and drinks?”

“Go ahead, babe. Me and baby girl here got it.” Antonio replied making his way towards the movie stand. You turned back to Diego and motioned for him to start walking. Diego let out a small sigh and made his way towards the kitchen.

Finally, safe in the kitchen, you made Diego turn to you. “Alright kiddo. What’s going on? What’s happening?”

Diego let out small sigh and shrugged. “Nothing, everything is fine.”

You frowned. “You know better than to lie to a detective, what’s wrong baby?” you asked softly, pulling him to your side. Diego let out a small huff and looked up at you.

“Do you think that it’s my fault that my mom and dad got separate?” he asked lowly, almost in a whisper. You shook your head and sat him on a chair.

“Diego, your dad, loves you more than anything is this world, and he would never put blame on you, it was never your fault.” You assured him. “What makes you think that?”

Diego looked at you and tears started to form in his eyes. “A guy in school keeps telling me that it’s my fault and keeps hurting me.”

You let out angry huff. “I want to know his name, going to have a real long talk with him and his parents.” You growled. Diego just stared eye wide at you. Sighing you smiled at him. “What? I’m quite overprotective of you. Got to make sure that my baby boy is well protected and safe.”

Diego smiled and let out a small giggle, which made you laugh in return. “I love you, Y/N. You’re the best.” He said, hugging you tight. You heart fluttered and you smiled, hugging him back tightly.

“And I love you very much, baby boy.”

Diego smiled and made to get the drinks ready. Now joining back with Antonio and Eva, you both got comfortable to watch the movie, until it was time to put the kids to bed.

Hours later, when Antonio carried Diego to bed, and you walked Eva to bed, the both of you laid back in the couch and got ready to see another movie. You snuggled closer to Antonio as he pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“So, what were you and Diego talking about earlier this evening?” he asked you.

You smiled and shook your head. “I don’t think I’m allowed to say it.” You said in a teasing voice, Antonio chuckled. “Besides, I think it’s something that Diego should come to you personally to talk about.”

Antonio shook his head. “So now you’re helping keep my kid’s secret a secret huh?” he teased. You smiled.

“Duh, I’m not about to have Diego retract his first I love you to me.”

Antonio began to laugh. The pair of you sat there in silence for quite a while when Antonio’s phone rang, you glanced that it was Laura. Letting out a small huff, you sat up to let him answer the phone.

“Laura.” Antonio greeted a little coolly. Right away you can hear Laura’s complaints and yells from where you sat, which only caused you to roll your eyes. Snatching Antonio’s phone, you said a loud bye to her, hung up the phone and blocked her number for the night.

“You know, she’s going to come down here and start a fight, right?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. I know.” You replied, snuggling closer to Antonio now. “Let her try.”

Antonio just smiled and kissed your hair. The both of you stayed like that, now watching Selena. Smiling throughout the movie, you let out a small gasp when they finally introduced Chris Perez’s actor.

“Babe, that dude looks so much like you.” You teased, staring up at him. Antonio let out a small frown, you just let out a small giggle and planted a kiss on his lips. “He looks so cute.”

“He does not.” Antonio scoffed, trying to hide his amusement. You just rolled your eyes and continued watching the movie.

“You know.” You began. “I’ve always wanted to ask you something important.”

Antonio looked down at you. “You do?”

You nodded. “Yeah.” You replied, looking up at him now. “"Teach me Spanish, I want to learn how to speak it."

"Why?" He asked curiously.

You smiled. "It's sounds so hot and romantic when you say romantic stuff in Spanish, and deadly if you cuss them out."

Antonio let out a loud laugh and shook his head. "You're not wrong."

“So, is that a yes?”

“Your first lesson starts tomorrow.”

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Fun fact, Jon Seda aka Antonio Dawson in Chicago PD, portrayed Chris Perez in the movie Selena. I’ve always wanted to find a way to where the characters watched the Selena movie lol.

Masterlist.

#antonio dawson imagine #antonio dawson imagines #antonio dawson fanfic #antonio dawson fanfiction #antonio dawson #antonio dawson chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd imagines #chicago pd fanfic #chicago pd nbc #chicago pd #eva dawson #diego dawson #laura dawson

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weaverlegaspi · 4 years

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An October That Ends in August - Part 3/3

Kerry took a deep breath and pushed through the fence door. The sound on the other side practically knocked her over. It was loud. But joyus. Happy Birthday was being sung by a large number of people. Thankfully most of them were almost in tune.

Kerry watched as two cakes were brought out and placed in front of a pair of identical blondes. They blew them out and everyone hooted and clapped.

As the cakes started to be divied up by a woman who looked so much like the blondes that it could have only been their mother, one of the blondes looked up and met Kerry’s eyes. Then gave the other one a poke.

The second one strode towards Kerry with a purpose. “What are you doing here Kerry? I thought I was very clear in Chicago.”

“You were. I brought Sour Cream & Onion chips.”

Kim crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m going to ask you to leave now.”

“Nope.”

Kim sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Carol. This is a private conversation.”

Carol laughed, “Not in this family Kimmy. Kim, she brought three bags of Sour Cream & Onion chips. Of course we’re letting her stay.”

Kim stared at Kerry for a long moment, then without another word, turned on her heel and rejoined the party.

Carol took two of the bags and held out a hand, “If you couldn’t tell, I’m the grumpy one’s identical twin sister. I’m older by five minutes, and also, I’m prettier, but, we won’t tell her that. Carol Legaspi, formerly Smith, but, we don’t talk about that.”

Kerry shook Carol’s hand, “Kerry Weaver. I know I’m just dropping in, but…”

“Was it Mom or Dad who said you should join us.”

“Ah, Thomas Senior. Your father.”

Carol dropped her free hand over Kerry’s shoulder as they started back towards the party proper. “He would. He thinks that our Kimmy wasn’t as understanding as she could have been. Reminded her that even in 2001 or before not everyone has the chance to find themselves as a teen in a massively supportive environment. On the other hand,” Carol smirked, “our mother would very much like to drop you in a well and seal it up for in her words, ‘breaking my little girl’s heart’” Kerry looked over, concerned, “I don’t think she’d do it.”

“Ah, she’s the former police detective and your father is still a Congregational pastor?”

Carol put her two bags of chips and the one Kerry had on the snack table. “And here Kim claimed that you never listened to her.”

Kerry shook her head, “I heard everything she ever said. Especially everything she told me about all of you,” she paused, “including TJ.” Both women were silent. “I can go. I didn’t think that I would swoop in here and it would be Hallmark endings and happy feelings.” Kerry watched Kim play with one of the children. “But, I love her. I’m in love with her. I was just too scared to do anything about it until now.”

Carol took Kerry’s hand in her own, “C’mon. Let me introduce you to everyone. Once they get over hating you on behalf of Kim, they’re going to love you.”

oOOOOo oOOOOo

“Are you a baseball fan?”

“A bit. I went to some Brewers games with my father as a teenager when we got back to the states. The food was good.”

Thomas Sr. chuckled, “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine Reverend.”

“Tom, please. And that’s the answer that you give everyone. I love my daughter, but she is not always right.”

Kerry took a small sip of her drink, “Whatever she told you wasn’t wrong. I did nothing right during our relationship. You shouldn’t blame her. I don’t.” She took another sip, “Before that night I’d never shied away from a fight. Not even with Robert or Donald. I failed her and if she gives me the chance I would spend the rest of my life making up for my mistake.”

Tom shook his head, “That’s not a good way to have a life together. Love in a marriage needs to be unconditional and without imbalance.”

“If that’s what she believes too, then I probably shouldn’t have come here, because, there is no way I can make up for what I did.”

Tom waved a dismissive hand at Kerry, “You’ve gotten Carol on your side. That’s half the battle. Those two…”

Kim’s mother called to Tom. He clapped a hand on Kerry’s shoulder, then walked to his wife.

“Are you disabled?”

Kerry looked down at a towheaded boy that looked to be about eight or nine. “No. I was born with congenital hip dysplasia and so I use a crutch to make it easier on my hip.”

The boy studied Kerry. “Does it hurt? Your hip?”

“Sometimes.” Kerry paused, “More than it used to.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and Kerry realized that this must be Kim’s nephew Trip, Thomas Legaspi the Third. He confirmed it a moment later, “You hurt my Aunt Kim? Why?”

“I did. I was scared.”

“Oh--” He let his arms fall to his sides, “I’m scared of dogs and everyone at school makes fun of me for it. Why were you scared?”

“My entire sense of self changed in the span of a few months.”

“Oh--”

Kerry smiled, “You wish you hadn’t asked.”

“Yeah. So. Adult stuff then?”

Kerry nodded, “Adult stuff.”

“Do you like her?”

“I do, yes.”

Trip shook his head, “Adults are so stupid. I’m gonna get more cake. Want some?”

Kerry hid a smile, “No thank you.”

And he was off, replaced after a moment by Kim. “Why’d you come here Kerry?”

“Because staying in Chicago would have been the worst thing I’ve ever done.”

“Because everyone knows you’re gay now.” Kim wrapped her arms around herself as if preparing for the answer.

Kerry took a step forward and unwound Kim’s hands, taking them in her own. Surprisingly the blonde didn’t pull away. “No. My heart went home to her family in San Francisco.”

Kim looked around, “You say that here, in my parents backyard, where no one really knows you, and no one cares that you’re a lesbian.” She paused, “Scream it.”

Kerry took a breath and lifted her head towards the sky, “I, Kerry Weaver, am in love with a WOMAN! Dr. Kim Legaspi is my soulmate.”

Everyone at the party went still, their heads swiveled to look at the two women. One of the older guys, either Tom or Kim’s Mom’s sibling gave an awkward thumbs up.

Kim cleared her throat. “I didn’t mean you should actually do it.”

Kerry laughed and brought one of Kim’s hands to her lips, kissing its palm. “I love you Kim. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” She let go of Kim’s hands, “So. I’ll go now. I’ve said what I came to say, but, I’m not going to pressure you.”

She turned and started towards the fence and front yard. “Wait.”

Kerry stopped and turned as Kim caught up, “Yes?”

“You don’t even like Sour Cream & Onion… anything. You actually very much hate the flavor combo. Why’d you bring it to the party?”

“Because you like them.”

“That’s it?”

Kerry nodded, “You have no reason to believe me, but me not standing up for you, for us in that damn meeting, that’s unlike me. It was so out of character.” She took a breath, “This last season of my life, this last year, was the best yet. When we’re together…”

“That’s just…”

Kerry cut Kim off, “I don’t mean the sex.” She smirked, “Although none of the men I’ve been with came close to what you made me feel. No. I am-- a broken puzzle piece, and you, you fill all the spots that are jagged so that we can fit into life together.”

Kim stepped into Kerry’s personal space and cupped her cheek, “You are not broken Kerry Weaver.”

Kerry swallowed, “See, I think you’re the only one in the world who would say that.”

Kim didn’t move her hand, but did close her eyes for a moment. When she opened them her other hand joined the first and she pulled Kerry closer, “Fuck it.”

Their lips met in a kiss that was tender and needy at the same time. Kerry’s arms went around Kim’s waist and it seemed like both women were trying to merge their bodies and souls.

They broke apart for a moment to take a breath, but, it was a short breath. They were oblivious to everything and everyone in the backyard.

On the other side of the yard Trip Legaspi, rolled his eyes. “Still say adults are stupid.”

His Mom ruffled his hair, “Just you wait kiddo.”

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That’s all I’ve got for this fun ER Appreciation Week.

Thank you for reading (especially since I only sorta followed the rules 😂)

#kerry weaver #kim legaspi #kim legaspi's family #kerry/kim #ERaw20

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 4 years

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Taking Chances: Chapter Seven.

WARNING: Do not read this if you are easily triggered by the mention of alcohol assumption, smoking of any kind and/ or parental harshness such as shouting and abuse.

I also want to note that I do not know Taron personally and this chapter is purely fiction to the best of my knowledge.

Do NOT leave any nasty comments as they will be ignored and deleted. I have warned you and I stand by this warning.

Note: I know this took so long to put up but I had been sick and needed time to heal. I tried to make this longer and I hope that you like this.

Enjoy!

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A week later, things at home were getting tougher and tougher as Mikey and Kate’s birthdays drew closer.

“Mikey, what would you like for your birthday?” Tina asked as Mikey finished his sip of pre cooled tea.

Mikey looked at his father who looked away from him.

Tina caught that little move her son made toward her grandson and felt bad for Mikey. Of course she knew that it was tough for Taron around this time but now that Mikey was getting older, her heart went out to the little boy.

“Daddy said I could have a party.” Mikey said excitedly.

“Can we come?” Mari asked with a wide smile.

“Can they?” Mikey asked as he looked at his father with hope in his eyes.

Taron painted on a smile and nodded.

“Why don’t we have the party here.” Taron suggested and Tina nodded happily.

“That sounds perfect. Mikey can even invite his friends if he wants to so that it’s not all family.” Tina replied.

Taron looked at his mother and offered her a small smile.

“Sounds good. If you’re sure that is.” He replied.

Everyone that sat at the dining table, kept throwing ideas out on how to make this a special birthday. Mikey was super excited.

“What do you want to watch Michael?” Taron called from the bottom of the stairs with slight annoyance to his tone.

It wasn’t that Mikey was doing anything to upset his father, he was simply getting his cuddle blanket and a toy so that he could cuddle them while watching a movie.

Mikey held the banister as he hurried down the stairs before Taron got cross with him.

“Michael.” Taron snapped, not realizing that his son was almost in front of him.

The little boy stopped and looked at his father with wide eyes.

“I’m right here.” The little boy said carefully.

“What do you want to watch?” Taron asked, picking his son up and kissing his cheek.

“Can we watch mama?” Mikey asked, wanting to see Taron and Kate’s wedding video.

“No buddy, not tonight. What about a cartoon instead.” Taron suggested.

“Ok.” Mikey said sadly.

He really wanted to see his mum and hear her voice. Even though he was a baby when Kate died, Mikey really missed the vibrations that her voice would give when she held him close. He missed the feel of her heart beating. So yes he was little, but a little boy such as Mikey doesn’t forget a connection like that.

“Tell you what, why don’t we watch one of mama’s favorites.” Taron suggested, softening his tone at the sight of his son’s disappointment.

“Sorry I made you mad.” Mikey said, leaning into his father more.

“I’m not mad. I’m the one that should be sorry for making you feel bad. I’m just tired.” Taron apologized.

“It’s ok daddy.” Mikey whispered as he tried to wrap his full arms around his father’s neck in a hug.

A few days later, things got harder for Taron especially since Mikey had upped his game in asking to hear stories about his mum and see old videos of her. Taron was almost at the end of his rope with everything and was debating about dropping his son off with his grandmother for a while.

“I’m gonna be late.” Mikey called as he bounced nervously by the front door, with his shoes evidently on the wrong feet.

“First of all, no you’re not and second of all, we need to switch your shoes around kiddo.” Taron said with an amused smile on his face.

Mikey looked at his feet and giggled when he realized that he put them on wrong.

Taron quickly helped the boy and before long, Taron was standing outside of Mikey’s classroom saying goodbye.

As Mikey ran toward the sandbox, Taron’s eyes landed on a woman that looked alot like the woman from the shops that day.He knew he had to make a break for it if he didn’t want to talk to her. Not that she knew it was him from how focused she was on little Jasmine and then there was the fact that he was wearing his twenty-two cap and sunglasses. Then again, he was wearing the same thing when he met her.

Just before he turned to leave, he saw his son bolt toward Jasmine. Taron stopped and watched the scene before him with a smile. His son was definitely smitten with the girl.

He watched as his son hugged Jasmine and then watched as Mikey hugged that woman. That broke Taron. How dare she think she had a right to touch his son. That wasn’t her place at all, if anything it should be kate hugging his son, not that woman.

Taron took a deep breath and stormed off toward his car.

“Pickles.” Taron called as he walked through the front door.

The feline was napping on his little kitty bed that Mikey picked out when he and Taron got him.

Taron smiled to himself and flopped down on the sofa with his head going back to lean on the back of the furniture. He closed his eyes and tried to get the image of Mikey hugging that woman out of his head.

“What’s wrong Taz?” Kate asked softly.

“He was hugging that woman. He should be hugging you, not her.” Taron replied as he opened his eyes and turned to face his wife who sat next to him.

He took in how she looked. Her blonde hair hung just above her shoulders in loose tousled waves the way it did the morning she left to meet up with Richard. Her dark brown eyes sparkled just the way he liked. Her smile was as bright and beautiful as he remembered.

She still wore the striped robe that he knew she’d want to buried in. It was her favorite one and it was the one she wore in the hospital when Mikey made his entrance into the world.

Kate smiled at him.

“Michael’s a very huggy person. He gets that from you.” The woman stated.

Taron looked at her with tears in his eyes.

“I miss you so much Kate. You’d be so proud of our boy.” He said, his voice cracking.

She laid her hand on his cheek and stroked along his cheekbone

“Amore, I don’t need to be here to be proud of both of my boys and besides Pickles is my lookout.” Kate responded.

“I’m really struggling.” The man admitted, finally letting his tears fall.

“I know it’s hard baby but you are doing such a good job with him.” Kate complimented.

“I love you so much, my darling.” Taron replied.

Before Kate could say anything else, there was a knock on the front door. He glanced in it’s direction and when he looked back at where Kate was, she was gone. Taron’s heart shattered all over again.

He got up and answered the door.

“Hi mam.” Taron greeted with as much happiness as he could.

“What’s happened?” She asked, taking in her son’s red and slightly puffy eyes.

“Nothing. Just having a cry I guess.” He shrugged.

“Need a cuddle?” Tina asked, knowing why he was crying.

He nodded and let his mum in before throwing his arms around her and sobbing into her. He really needed a mama cuddle.

They stayed like that for a while before he had to go and get Mikey from school and Tina had to do the same for the girls.

“Did you have a good day my boy?” Taron asked as he picked his son up.

“It was fun. I coloured this for you.” Mikey said as he handed the drawing from a couple weeks ago to his father.

“Is this what you drew when I came to pick you for our boys day?” Taron asked.

Mikey nodded and walked ahead of his father, making sure to step on every crack in concrete.

“Can we watch mam tonight?” Mikey asked as Taron caught up with him.

Taron groaned and rolled his eyes.

“We talked about this, Michael. No.” He said, unaware that he kept breaking his son’s heart by saying no.

Mikey’s eyes stayed on the ground as he tried not to cry. He desperately wanted to see her and hear her voice because he felt like he was forgetting her. It wasn’t fair.

The car ride home was silent and as soon as they got home, Mikey went to find Pickles so that he could hug his best friend. He needed some form of comfort but he didn’t want Taron’s.

“You’re being too harsh Taron.” Richard said through the phone.

“I’m not trying to be. It just hurts and I can’t talk about it. The last thing I want to do is hear her voice.” The man explained. “Hold on Rich.” He said before pulling the phone away from his ear.

“Mikey, I need your lunch box.” Taron called, loud enough for his son to hear.

Mikey put pickles down and wiped his eyes.

“I don’t want Mikey.” Taron started before he spotted his son in the doorway of the kitchen holding his lunch box.

Hearing his father say he didn’t want him hurt him like nothing ever had. He thought his dad loved him but he was obviously wrong. His little heart had just been shattered beyond repair.

“Thanks kiddo.” Taron said as he took the lunch box from the boy's hand.

Again, Taron wasn’t aware that he had broken his son’s heart.

“I’ll make dinner in a minute, why don’t you go and play.” Taron said, too focused on the red box to see the tears falling from Mikey’s eyes.

The little boy hung his head and walked away slowly.

Saturday was finally here and it was the day that taron was dreading. Kate and Mikey’s birthday.

“Why are you still in here? You should be making Mikey a special breakfast.” Kate said as she laid next to her husband on her side of the bed.

“It’s too early.” Taron replied sleepily.

“Taron, it’s his birthday. I bet you that he’s already up and waiting for you to go wish him a happy birthday.” Kate said.

“He’ll be fine.” Taron snapped.

Kate rolled her eyes and got up.

“Where are you going?” He asked as he looked at the door where she stood.

“Taron, go be with our son please. He only has one parent left and you’re acting like an ass.” She replied a matter-of-factly.

“No. He’s fine.” Taron argued.

Kate didn’t reply. She just looked at her husband and took in the way his shoulders were slumped, even if he was laying down. She could see that he was hurting. It was time to bring Nicola back in his path.

“Right.” Kate said to herself with determination.

Taron laid in his spot and toyed with his wedding band. Today was definitely going to be hard.

All of a sudden Taron heard a crash from down stairs and bolted down the stairs.

“Pickles can you shut up.” Taron snapped.

“Taron, don’t be mad. It’s just Mikey.” Kate whispered in his ear.

“Michael, why are you up?” Taron said, a little less angry.

“I wanted to make food for you but I broke it.” The little boy said with big sad glossy eyes.

“Broke what?” The father asked.

“Mama's hands and mine.” Mikey said, scared that Taron would yell at him. He was right to be scared.

Taron rushed forward and saw the shattered pottery.

“Michael Kade Egerton, what is wrong with you? Why can’t you keep your hands to yourself!” Taron shouted angrier than he ever had.

Mikey’s bottom lip trembled as he tried not to cry.

“It was a accident.” Mikey tried.

“Everything you do is always an accident.” Taron shouted once again, picking the pieces up off the ground.

It was silent for a couple seconds and Mikey took that as a good thing and tried to hug his father.

Taron shrugged the boy off and slightly moved him away.

“It was a accident.” Mikey said as his voice cracked.

“No it wasn’t.” Taron snapped harshly.

His son jumped and started crying.

“I’ve had enough of you and your lies, go to your room and think about what you’ve done.” The man said, pointing to the stairs.

Mikey didn’t need to be told twice. He ran to his room crying loudly.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Kate said as she sat on the counter.

“He’s always doing things like this.” Taron said angrily.

“No he’s not Taron and you know that.” Kate snapped back.

Taron released a growl and went back to cleaning and muttering under his breath.

“You always act before you think.” Kate stated with disappointment.

Taron ignored her comment.

“I’ve always loved that cup. I remember when you saw it and wanted to buy it for our future children to use.” Kate said when her eyes landed on the Buzz Lightyear cup that Mikey used for his breakfast.

Taron’s eyes wandered up and saw two cups on the stepping stool. He knew then that Mikey was telling the truth and wanted to surprise him.

“It was an accident wasn’t it?” Taron asked, guilt now lacing his tone.

“He was standing in the doorway when you were talking to Richard about having a guy’s night. He heard you say that you ‘didn’t want him’. He took that as an ‘I don’t want him anymore’.” Kate explained.

“He did?” Taron asked, feeling like an utter prick.

“He was trying to make you breakfast to show you that he can be useful. You really hurt him you know.” Kate replied.

“Make him that special Egerton birthday breakfast and apologize.” Kate instructed softly.

Taron nodded and sniffled.

By the time that Taron had finished cleaning and had a sulk, he decided that it was time to go and talk to his son.

The conversation with Mikey only led to more begging from Mikey and an early nap time given out by Taron who didn’t want to hear anymore about his wife.

“Why can’t we watch mama?” Mikey asked for the billionth time.

“Michael that’s enough. I’ve told you why so please shut up about it and go to sleep.” Taron snapped as he put his son down for a nap.

Taron walked away from his son’s room and sauntered to his own room.

“No breakfast, no stories about me? That’s harsh.” Kate said as she walked past Taron.

“Shut up Kate.” He spat through gritted teeth.

“Someone has their period, geeze.” Kate mocked.

Taron sighed with frustration before going to his room and hiding under his covers for a while.

Kate stood in the hallway looking at the pictures that hung on the wall. Her eyes landed on a family picture that was taken just before Kate died. They looked so happy and Mikey was so tiny as he slept in Taron’s arms.

She stood there for a few minutes before she heard her son’s slight whimpers.

The mother walked into his room and sat beside Mikey’s bed and watched as he slept. She would give anything to hold her little boy close, breathe him in and tell him that everything was going to be ok. It broke her that she couldn’t.

“Happy birthday baby. Mummy loves you so much.” Kate whispered as she ran her fingers through his blonde locks and kissed his forehead.

“My beautiful boy.” She said before tucking him in and kissing him one last time.

Mikey smiled. He knew that his mum was with him.

Kate smiled and walked to where her husband, who was having a cry.

“Move over, baby.” Kate said as she laid beside her husband.

Taron moved over and Kate got under the covers with him.

“What’s the matter and why is it so hard for you to let him watch videos of me?” Kate wondered out loud.

“Just leave me alone, please.” Taron said through his tears.

“Take him to the park please, let him run off steam. It will give you a chance to breathe and relax.” The woman said.

She laid her hand over his heart and watched him let out a choked sob. Taron felt her touch and it killed him that it was all in his head and that it wasn’t real.

“Please daddy? I asked nicely.” Mikey asked, wanting to hear his mum’s voice.

“You know what, no I’m not doing this again. Go get your shoes on.” Taron barked, finally giving in and taking his son far away from any reminders of his wife for now.

Mikey jumped but ran to get his shoes and jacket.

“Where are we going?” The boy asked with hope in his voice, knowing that his grandma was throwing a small party for him.

“The park.” Taron replied simply.

“Oh.” Mikey replied sadly.

He knew Taron had forgotten about his birthday.

Taron got his son settled in his car seat before getting in the car himself and heading in the direction of the park.

Unfortunately for him, he saw ‘the woman’ sitting at a picnic table keeping an eye on Jasmine.

“Right, go play.” Taron said to Mikey as he took him out of his car seat and set him down on the ground.

Mikey ran off and started playing.

Taron locked the car and took a deep breath.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Nicola snapped harshly when she saw who was approaching.

“It’s none of your damn business.” Taron spat back.

“Well if your moody ass is going to be here then yes, it is my business.” Nicola sassed.

Taron scoffed and sat down on the same seat as she and removed his sunglasses.

Nicola glanced at him and really took him in. He wasn’t bad looking, he had nice eyes and a sharp jaw. He was pretty cute.

“Take a fucking picture.” Taron seethed, making Nicola jump.

“Excuse me?” She questioned.

“Stop staring.” Taron said, locking eyes with her.

Nicola swallowed harshly. His eyes had turned an almost black shade and he looked like he was thirsty for blood.

“Staring and trying to figure someone out are two very different things.” Nicola replied with a raised brow.

“And what exactly are you trying to figure out?” He said dangerously low.

“What an asshole like you gets out of hanging around parks like this. I’ll call the police you know.” She said, not realizing that he had come here with Mikey.

“You’re a bitch, you know that.” Taron countered before turning to look at Mikey, who was happily playing with Jasmine.

“Yup, definitely a Taz.” Nicola smirked.

Taron’s heart stopped. No one besides Kate had called him that, not even his mum. Only Kate was allowed to call him that.

“Shut the fuck up.” The man said, slamming his fists on the table.

“Since I met you, all you’ve done is piss me off. You’ve insulted me and I think it’s my turn to insult you. Why is a woman like you in a park like this anyway? Is it because no one wants a self centered, condescending slag like you? You feel better surrounding yourself with others like you? Or is it because no one wants to get between those legs and this is where you come to sulk to yourself about it?” Taron said, eerily calm.

This didn’t phase Nicola in the slightest as all she was focused on were his lips, which is funny because normally she’d slap the shit out of him but there was just something about him that spoke to her.

Before she could think of what she was doing, her hand went to the back of his neck and she pulled him forward, crashing her lips onto Taron’s.

His lips were soft and the kiss was magical but for Taron, he felt awful. How could something feel so right and so wrong at the same time?

Meanwhile from the top of the play fort, Mikey watched as the two adults kissed.

The little boy crouched down so that he was hidden and started crying.

“What’s wrong?” Jasmine asked as she finally looked up from her rock collection.

“I hate my dad.” Mikey whimpered.

Jasmine looked toward Taron, covered her mouth and started giggling.

“They’re kissing.” She said through her giggles.

Mikey hid his face, making Jasmin stop giggling.

The little girl attempted to hug her friend but Mikey got up and ran over to his father.

“Mikey stop!” Jasmin called but Mikey wasn’t listening.

Mikey quickly reached his father.

“That’s my daddy!” Mikey shouted as he pushed Nicola away from Taron.

Despite the fact that Taron had massively hurt his son, Mikey wasn’t willing to share Taron just yet.

Nicola looked at the man she’d just kissed and saw the hurt, confusion and sadness in his eyes.

Taron sat frozen in place as Mikey climbed up into his father’s lap.

Absentmindedly, Taron wrapped his right arm around his son and held him protectively.

“Mine.” Mikey said as he wrapped his small arms around Taron’s neck and glared daggers at the woman.

It was evident to Nicola that Mikey was definitely this man’s son and that she had just made a huge mistake.

Her cheeks went bright red and she bit her lower lip in embarrassment.

Taron finally rejoined reality and realized what had just happened.

“Kate.” He whispered as he touched his lips with his left hand, displaying the fact that he was wearing a ring.

Nicola’s eyes landed on the gold band on his ring finger and she sucked in a breath. Of course he was married and she’d just kissed a married man. Fuck!

Taron drove home with a very angry Mikey in the back.

“Meanie.” Mikey said, making sure his father could hear him.

Taron couldn’t disagree with him. He felt like a meanie for kissing Nicola and for betraying Kate like that.

“Don’t call me names.” Taron lectured.

Mikey locked eyes with his father in the rear view mirror and stuck his tongue out at him.

“Michael, that’s enough.” The father warned.

“You’re not the boss of me.” The boy challenged. Instead of replying, Taron ignored him.

When taron and Mikey got home, Mikey ran straight to his room and slammed his door shut as loud and as hard as he could.

“Stop slamming your door!” Taron yelled.

“I hate you.” Mikey screamed at the top of his lungs.

“I hate me too, my boy.” Taron said to himself softly, tears falling from his eyes.

The man slumped on the couch and closed his eyes before he heard his son throwing things.

He stood up and hurried upstairs.

“Michael, quit throwing things. You know that you’re not supposed to be doing that.” Taron yelled as he opened the door harshly.

“No.” Mikey cried, throwing toy after toy at the wall.

“Ok child. I’m serious, you have been a pain in my ass the whole day and I’m sick of your stupid attitude. Either you stop on your own or I’ll make you stop.” Taron said, grabbing hold of Mikey’s wrists.

The now 4 year old tried to free himself but Taron wasn’t letting go and the more Mikey fought, the more Taron squeezed his wrists, trying to stop his son from throwing things.

At one point, Taron squeezed harder and Mikey started crying even more.

Recognizing that he was hurting his son, Taron let Mikey go and moved back to the door in a daze.

“I’m sorry.” Taron choked out but Mikey wasn’t having it.

“Go away.” The boy said as he gave his father a swift kick to the shin.

Taron was far too shocked to care that he’d just been kicked.

The father stood unmoving in his spot. He was brought back to earth when a toy hit him square in the face. He looked at Mikey’s Sheriff woody doll laying on the floor. No doubt he’d have a bruise on his cheek.

He backed out of the room, shut the door and fell to the ground in sobs.

Taron never hurt his son and seeing the fear in Mikey’s eyes hurt him deeply. He felt sick with guilt. He knew that once his mother found out, she’d kill him for hurting her grandson.

Tina knocked on the front door at 9:00pm hoping that Taron would answer the door. When he didn’t, she took her spare key out and let herself in.The smell of alcohol and cigarettes filling her nose, she became angry. Angrier than she’d probably ever been.

Before she could say anything, Taron stumbled out of the kitchen with a whiskey bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was definitely seeing red.

“I was wondering where you were and now I know.” The mother said, reaching for the alcohol.

Taron moved his body away from her and whimpered.

“Mine.” He said, shielding the paraphernalia he was holding.

“Taron enough! You look and smell like shit. You have a little boy upstairs who is seeing all of this and it’s disgusting.” Tina lectured.

“I know he’s upstairs.” Taron slurred, making Tina roll her eyes.

“Did you forget that today was his birthday and that we had a party planned for him at the house? Or did you simply not care to celebrate the fact that your son was here?” She asked, very quickly losing her calm with her own son.

“All I’ve heard today was that kid moaning and groaning about not getting to see his mother but what about my feelings eh? Don’t my feelings matter, oh no, it’s always whatever the baby wants, whatever the baby likes. It’s always him and never me. When do I matter!” Taron yelled at the top of his lungs.

“That little boy depends on you Taron, you are all he has left. How do you think he feels not having a mother to turn to when you are acting like a prick? He loves you and seeing you like this all the time is not helping him. You are damaging him and I swear to god, I will take him from you if you don’t pull your head out of your ass and realize that he misses Kate just as much as you if not more.” Tina spat back, having had more than enough of her son’s moping.

“Take him then.” Taron said before throwing the bottle of amber liquid at the wall.

Tina’s hand connected harshly with Taron’s already injured cheek.

“Enough! You’re a bloody disgrace Taron. Kate would be disgusted with your behaviour.” Tina hollered.

“I know and I hate myself for it.” Taron said, breaking down and falling to his knees.

“You can fix this and you had better do it now before it’s too late.” Tina replied as she crouched in front of her son and hugged him.

“I hurt him. He needs better.” Taron bawled. The mother held her broken son and let him cry.

Unbeknownst to them, Mikey was holding his woody doll and sat on the steps listening.

“Please take him for a while. I need to know that he’s safe.” Taron asked once he’d calmed down a little bit.

“Grandma?” Mikey asked as he peeked around the corner.

Tina’s eyes softened and she gave him a sad smile.

“Are you ok, my darling?” She asked.

Mikey shook his head.

“My arms hurt.” The little boy admitted, making Taron start crying again.

“What did you do?” The woman asked cautiously.

“He hurt me.” He responded before putting Woody's arm in his mouth and showed Tina his arms.

“Taron, what the hell did you do? His wrists are bruised.” Tina said with shock.

“He was throwing his toys and I lost it. I grabbed too hard.” Taron sobbed.

“How could you?” Tina said incredulously.

Taron couldn’t say anything, he was already beating himself up over his actions. Actions that were normally not him.

Tina could see that both her boys were hurting and she made the decision to stay with Taron for a few days while he got over this. Her boys needed her.

“Right, this house is far too depressing for my liking. Taron, you are going to go and have a shower while I put your son to bed.” Tina said as she picked Mikey up and helped taron upstairs.

“Right, are you ok to shower or do you need me to help you?” Tina asked as the three of them reached taron’s room.

“I should be ok mam. Thank you though.” Taron said through his sniffles.

“Cheer up. All things can be fixed. I’ll make you some coffee once Mikey’s in bed.” Tina responded.

Taron nodded and stood up carefully.

“Night night daddy, I love you.” Mikey said as he watched his father walk into the bathroom.

Taron turned around and walked back to his mother and son.

“Can I hug you please?” Taron asked Mikey.

Mikey catapulted himself into his father’s arms and hugged him tight.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I honestly didn’t mean to.” Taron said, trying not to cry.

“I’m sorry I threw my toys.” Mikey whispered.

They hugged for a few minutes before Mikey yawned.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise you.” Taron said, kissing the top of his son’s head.

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