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lancetuckershairgel · 4 years

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Lost Boy

Starring: Chris Evans as Captain Hook, Sebastian Stan as TJ Hammond, and Tom Holland as Peter Pan (and Anthony Mackie as Mr Smee but he isnt in the story. He was...swabbing the deck or something)

Warnings: drug use, feelings

Word Count: 1,545

A/N: Ahhhhhh!!! This is my new favorite thing ever and it took a turn from TJ being Pan but still. Me likey.

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Another bullshit party where TJ Hammond fell under the scrutiny of his parents, their colleagues, and the press left him itching for a fix. He couldn't get out of that place fast enough and relief washed over him the second he stepped foot inside the sanctuary that was his apartment. He tossed his leather jacket on the couch before he grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped the cap off on the counter, and made his way into the bedroom.

He lost count of how many lines of white powder he had snorted. He didn't care. Anything to numb him and wash away the feelings. He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his heart pounding in his chest and eyes glazed over. His fingers tingled and he felt the euphoric sensation of being high overcome him. Just as he was drifting away he heard a scratching at his window, loud enough to draw his attention back to the present. He sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked at the frame. He didn't think his heart could beat any faster but when the window began to slide open he thought the organ would pound right through his chest.

"Wh-who's there?" TJ whispered

A shadowy figure crawled through the open space and heavy boots clunked on the hardwood floor with a thud. TJ couldn't move, the effects of the drugs causing his reactions to be hindered and response time to be much slower than normal. His eyes were wide as the man began to walk toward him and he shook with fear.

"Don't be afraid." The man spoke "I won't hurt you, my dear boy."

"Wh-who are you?"

The man reached out his arm and TJ jumped but couldn't bring himself to move away from the man's reach. A shiver ran down his spine when something cold slid down his cheek and under his chin, tilting his head up. Blue eyes shown bright with fear and wonder as he looked up at the man. In the dark TJ couldn't make out much but he could see vague features. Long dark hair, a beard. The man was dressed in all black. Slowly, TJ lifted his hand to the object under his chin, his fingers curling around the man's wrist and sliding to his hand. There wasn't a hand. Instead there was a hook.

"You..you have a hook for a hand!"

"Clever boy." The man chuckled "And now you have answered your own question. I am Captain Hook."

"Yeah right." TJ laughed

"Don't believe do ya? Come, let me show you."

"Show me what? Your ship? A treasure?"

"Yes."

"Sure, why the hell not."

TJ shrugged and followed the man to the window, assuming this was a fever dream from his high. The wind on his face sure felt real, as did the man's towering presence next to him.

"I suppose were gonna fly?"

"We sure are. Go on, take my hand."

TJ curled his fingers around the hook and off the men flew, out the window and up to the sky. As they began to pass through the clouds the silhouette of a ship appeared in the distance.

"This is one hell of a trip." TJ thought to himself as he looked over the shining lights if D.C. below him.

Once the pirate's ship had set sail through the sky, TJ leaned against the front, wind blowing gently against his face. The man, Captain Hook, appeared next to him, leaning against the wooden edge and looking out across the stars.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Aye, my boy. See the bright star there?" Hook gestured with his makeshift hand and TJ nodded "That's the first star. We go straight from there and on til morning, then we'll be in Neverland."

"Neverland? You mean with Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, and the lost boys?"

"My child, you are a lost boy." Hook sighed, not looking at TJ

TJ raised his eyebrows but didn't respond. Instead he stood alongside Hook and watched as they carried on with their journey.

Upon arriving in Neverland, TJ followed the pirate off the ship and into the forest. Pixies, fairies, TJ didnt know what they were, flew overhead and he brushed their falling dust off his shoulder with a scowl.

"They like you." Hook chuckled, drawing his sword to cut through vines

"I don't like glitter."

"It isn't glitter." Hook corrected "Pixie dust. It's special."

"Can I snort it?"

Hook paused his step and gave a sideways glance to TJ before carrying on.

"I wouldn't recommend it."

Soon the pair arrived at a campsite. Teepees and a fire, a pot of stew and wooden platter of bread, headdresses, everything one would expect at a Lost Boy camp, everything except the Lost Boys.

"Where is everyone? Do I get to meet Peter Pan?"

Hook laughed as he began to pour stew into a bowl. He handed it to TJ who sat on a wooden stump and began to eat.

"The boys are off on an adventure."

TJ shoveled the food into his mouth, not realizing how hungry he actually was.

"I want to go on an adventure."

"Oh but my boy aren't you already having one?"

"Yeah, sure, but I want to wrestle a crocodile and pillage a village" TJ laughed "That rhymed. I want to find treasure"

"Well then, my lad, we can do all those things. Except maybe wrestle a crock."

While TJ ate, Hook told him tales of Neverland and how he became to be a resident. He debunked a few myths, such as he and Pan being enemies and a crocodile taking his hand.

"So how'd you lose it?"

"Aye, an unfortunate accident with the sword." Hook nodded solemnly "No matter. Are you done, Lad?"

TJ had finished his stew and felt pretty full. He thanked Hook before the pirate lead him away from camp. Through the woods and to Skull Island, dark cave with the rocks forming a skull.

"Let's find treasure shall we?"

TJ didn't know how long they had been in the cave. Hours. Days. He didn't care about the time, he was enjoying being a make believe pirate. He jumped from rock to boulder, climbing and exploring the cave. Eventually he found the treasure cove and his eyes lit up. Hook watched, leaning against the stone wall with his arms crossed over his chest, as TJ dove in. He tried on jewelry and pretended to drink wine from a gold goblet, he shoved diamonds and rubies into his pockets with Hooks permission. Last he picked up a crown adorned with jewels and placed it on his head.

"How do I look, Captain?"

"Like a proper young prince" Hook flashed him a smile

On the way back from the island TJ began to get tired, his legs aching from all of the walking. Hook obliged in giving him a backride back to the camp where Peter and the Lost Boys were waiting for them. TJ took in Peter Pan, a young boy as expected, who had brown hair and big brown doe eyes. He had a complete innocence about him that TJ admired and envied.

"Captain Hook! Who have you got there? Not another lost boy!"

Peter introduced himself to TJ and encouraged him to play with the lost boys. Seeing how young Peter and the boys were made TJ suddenly feel feel conscious and like he didn't belong. Hook noticed the long expression and put his arm around the boy.

"What's wrong, my boy?"

"I don't belong here. I'm thirty years old.Not a kid."

"Everyone is a kid at heart, some more than others. Being a Lost Boy doesn't mean that you're a child, it means you need some guidance, love, and a little pixie dust."

"Yeah? I guess you're right."

TJ spent the rest of the night carefree. He played with the lost boys and had a sword fight with Peter. He ate more stew and met Tinkerbell who was exactly as he expected. When the sun began to peak over the horizon the lost boys retreated into their teepees and Peter climbed up to his treehouse for a long sleep. TJ yawned as Hook lead him back to the ship.

"Do I have to go home?"

"Aye."

"I don't want to."

Hook scooped the sleepy TJ into his arms and carried him onto the ship, laying him in his bed.

"You can come back any time. All you have to do is believe."

TJ closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as Hook covered him with a quilt and stroked his cheek with the smooth edge of his hook.

TJ awoke to light shining. He sat up and looked around, no longer on the pirate ship but instead back in his apartment. He looked over at the window and saw that it was not only closed, but locked as well. He frowned, unable to not feel disappointed by the fact that he hadn't really gone to Neverland with a handsome pirate and instead had experienced a wild, cocaine induced trip. He sighed and got up, making his way to the shower, by passing the window. If only he had seen the gold pixie dust print left on the windowsill.

#fan fiction #sebastian stan #tj hammond #chris evans #tom holland #peter pan #captain hook #lost boy

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nakamuranight · 4 years

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Pickle Juice, Boobs and Levi

It was the middle of May and that idiot eren still can’t transform. The guy needs to bite his thumbs, ha, it seems like there is no way he can appear less immature, from sucking ass in training camp to sucking thumbs. Levi as cold as ever and Hange as crazy as ever, everyone needed a break. It didn’t seem like it was actually gonna happen, but here they are,the preparations for the trip completed and only after 2 Levi vetoes and one mutiny in the VOTING COUNCIL of the survey corps. It seemed he was persuaded only after everyone agreed to bring their ODM gear along with them and a couple of training dummies they could use. THE LEVI SQUAD is finally out for a trip into the wild.

The forest was loud and obnoxious without meaning to,a huge swirl of action amidst the greenery latent to the ones that do not watch closely. The signs of crown shyness are obvious as the gaps between the tree leaves weaved like rivers and streams beautifully through the canopy. The sounds of the forest, the chirp of the crickets, the leaves rustling in the wind and the sounds of a large group of sweaty teens carrying a load of mechanical weapons as they grunted past along a levi-footprint-marked forest path.

“Are we there yet??”

The harmony of the forest had the misfortune to be broken by the most annoying drawl that could possible grace its leafy doorsteps, that of Eren jaeger and his self-centered Cheesy line spouting.

Levi had relented to come on the trip but not to put up with the kid.

“Don’t let the forest trick you.You are still heading to a world of pain and sweat, as you train your ass off, or bite your thumbs or whatever it is you do, for the whole week. I wouldn't be too excited if i were you, titan doppler.

They set up camp in a clearing marked on one edge by a stream and on the other three by the shady confines of the forest. It was the first day of the trip a.k.a training megacourse and everyone was already done with it. Forced awake to the sounds of Sasha, as she is tickled by Levi using his sword sheath, after having to hear her moan ~potato~ in her sleep the whole night was not a good experience. On top of that, her addiction to pickles was getting to the point of ridiculous. She has a whole stash of them with her and her pickle halitosis is insufferable and even made levi’s snake eye more along the lines of “disgust” as ever.(Sasha is my fav character, if all of this isnt making it clear).

As part of the first workout, everyone was divided into pairs: eren and mikasa, hange and sasha, levi and armin(realized i didn't introduce all the characters yet). Each pair had to hide a titan dummy in parts of the forest tied with their team flag. Survey corp green for Levi's team, hentai nose bleed red for Sasha's team and onyx black for Mikasa’s team. It's simple enough, each team had a defender and an attacker and the goal was to kill the titans of the other teams.

Levi’s zipping past the trees unafraid of depleting his fuel as he made every movement as graceful and efficient as possible, considering he is moving at breakneck speed and carrying blades.

He stops, clings to a tree bark with his sharpened blades, to scout the surroundings. He sighted a gleam of light, just for the briefest of seconds right in between a pair of oaks. He rushed forwards, circling around as he tried to get a better view.

It was the reflection off of Hange's specs that had made the light Levi saw. She seemed to be crouched down on the forest floor looking at something, observing more like as she was rapidly talking to herself in that creepy ritual-like voice she developed after not looking at people as beings with emotions but as things made up of blood and organs, made for her exploration and curiosity. Levi heard some strings of what she was saying out of context

“....beautiful, how those talons curve up like that….TENTACLES?!,how did these things...evolve”

Levi figured something scuttling across the ground must've caught her attention. This was too easy, or maybe it was because levi is just too fucken OP and his bowl presley short hair gorgeousness makes everything seem easy. He silently, not that it was required with all the noise Hangewas making.

“LOOK at that tiny lil sucker, ...impregnate them like that huh...might wanna try...cool tail man”

Levi shakes his head and walks up to the titan dummy. It was just too easy till now, he pulls back his blades and lays two deep gashes on its nape. Levi jerks, it sounded wrong. He looks back at the cut, just to get a big amount of some sticky substance sprayed on his face. His senses were on fire and his first thought was that it’s kerosene or something flammable, but then his eyes started burning and his thoughts went to it being some potent acid, he had seen the work of acid many times as it dissolves organic matter like a hot knife on butter. He stood still for a while ashe imagined a familiar taste erupting on his tongue and he got a picture of sasha going *haaaaa* in the morning as she fixed herself in the mirror. He was going crazy. He started running around, trying to wipe it off his face.

By then, he was making enough noise to even break Hange out of her bubble. She seemed to be running towards him, she first glanced at the flag still tied around the dummy and then to levi. She knew he wouldn't just cut it without taking the trophy, and figured from his erratic actions( he was rolling across on the floor now) that something was wrong. Amidst the confusion Levi’s ODM gear started whirring and he flew straight at hange. He couldn't see anything and had no way of knowing.Hange braced herself for impact, Levi was coming towards her too fast. He crashed into her with a loud thump.

It was dark for a while, Levi sprawled across his face pressed against something. It felt a bit squishy, did his face melt off?! He gave it a test jab and grope. He jolted upright when he heard a response moan and realization swept through him and set his face on fire with embarrassment . Now looking at Hange laying on the floor, he couldn't believe he had just been groping her boobs. He had never joined the guys in cheering “oppai” when they drank, he never found boobs interesting. He thought darkly, even for Hange they are just slabs of flesh,really really soft and bouncy flesh he added. He wondered if he was just imagining it, but he felt an inclination towards them now. Their soft lushness, nothing but phantom memories on his skin now still held his mind in its vice.

Hange was out cold but she seemed to be fine, she will be fine but a few bruises in the morning.

Then it struck him, that odd taste that still lingered on his tongue. He sped off into the forest, furious at having not realized sooner. Now he was to exact punishment. He reeked of pickle juice.

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Might make a spin off hot spring/bath scene like all manga artists when they run out of content but still need to fan serve. Why do u think Ii appropriately mentioned a river there

Next up: The pickle war. Levi and sasha battle in a contest of numerous pickle related games.

Its my first time writing anything at all so i would love some criticism.

#attack on titan #aot fanfiction #fanfic #animanga #shingeki no kyojin #writing #pickles

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frywen-babbles · 5 years

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Sounds of Silence pt6

"They shouldn't send you messages like that. You've done nothing wrong."

"It's okay. It'll die out soon enough when they realise I won't make any of this public. I just want to move on with my life." She shoved some cake into her mouth before she continued. "Enough about me. How have you been?"

"Studying," he replied before he thought of something. "I'll visit mother tomorrow... I thought... maybe you'd..."

"I'd love to come. Just tell me when and where and I'll be there."

He nodded in response and took a sip of his tea. Why was the situation suddenly so... awkward. What did people talk about in dates... non-dates anyway?

"Um... What's the new job you got?"

"The same old. Shelving in a grocery store, just in a different one than before."

"That must be... interesting."

"Please, it's boring as fuck. But it's a job."

Mitsunari regarded her carefully. Once she had talked about wanting to become a teacher and he couldn't but wonder what had become of those dreams. Now she seemed content at working in a grocery store, her dreams seemingly forgotten. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he remembered how fondly she had talked about her dream. Had she given up on it completely? She wouldn't, would she? He worked so hard to achieve his dream and proving himself it seemed almost unthinkable someone would just give up.

"Earth to Manju-boy, are you even paying attention to me?" Mitsunari was woken from his thoughts when she tapped his arm gently.

"Just thinking about my studies."

"How are they going anyways?"

*****

Miraculously, their non-date had ended well and way less awkwardly than he had feared. They had ended up talking about his studies for way longer than he had planned, but she hadn't seemed to mind.

He was just about to go to sleep when his phone blinged with a message.

She didn't reply so he put his phone down and closed his eyes ready to sleep. But just as he had drifted off his phone blinged with a new message waking him up.

***

The next day he waited for her in front of the hospital. He had come way too early so his thoughts turned into the previous day and to his... non-date. She had looked very pretty. Beautiful. He looked at his watch when he felt a light tap on his arm and turned around to find her standing next to him.

"Are you sure you want to come?" he asked.

"Of course! I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to."

Mitsunari sneaked into the first bathroom in the ward and a moment later when he emerged he expected her to laugh or... something. Instead, she looked at him earnestly, her expression serious.

"Are you ready?" she asked before she reached to straighten out a hair on his wig. He gave a firm nod before he headed out towards his mother's room.

"Mitsunari!" He stopped when he heard his name and sighed before he turned around to greet one of the nurses. "I see you brought your girlfriend today, how nice of you. Why haven't you told us before you have a girlfriend?" the nurse winked at him and he resisted the urge to either roll his eyes or facepalm.

"We're friends," he said at the same time she bowed.

"Thank you for taking care of Mitsunari," she said aloud. It was the first time Mitsunari had heard her speak. He missed completely when she introduced herself, his mind focused only on the sound of her voice, on the way she slowly pronounced each word, on the melody of her voice and he couldn't help but want to hear her voice again and again. He wanted to hear what she sounded like when she was happy, when she was excited, when she was sad. He felt selfish in his want, but still, he wanted her to show all sides of herself to him.

Mitsunari tugged on her arm and bowed to the nurse, repeating his earlier words of them being just friends, but it didn't wipe the knowing smile from the nurse's lips.

Just when he was about to knock on the door of his mother's room, he felt her take a hold of his hand and give it a firm squeeze. He held her hand a bit tighter too and knocked on the door.

"Mother? It's me, Saki."

"Saki! My beautiful, darling Saki!" He heard her voice before he saw her.

"Mother, I brought a friend with me." He stepped inside and gently pulled her in with him and introduced her.

"It is nice to meet you, Mrs Ishida." She bowed and his mother beamed at them. He didn't even remember when he had seen her looking so happy.

"I'm so happy Saki brought a friend with her! Come here, sit." His mother patted the bed beside her. She glanced at him and when he nodded she sat beside her.

"Thank you."

She paid close attention to his mother, turning every now and then to him for clarification. He felt like his mother recited every embarrassing thing he had ever done, his face burning hot with embarrassment under the makeup. A small (well, a big) consolation was hearing her laugh aloud, something he hadn't heard since the day after he had rescued her from her ex.

When his mother started to look tired he got up and nudged her arm.

"I think we should go now, mother. I'll come back soon."

"Please bring your lovely friend again too! It warms my heart to know you have such a good friend."

"I'll have to ask her..." he mumbled giving his mother a hug.

When he took her hand to lead her outside he could feel her hand tremble. He glanced at her, but her expression was a calm, calculated mask. As soon as they were outside of the door he let go of her hand.

"Your hands are trembling."

"You're imagining things," she replied with a smile which didn't quite reach her eyes.

"But-" he started, but was cut off when she turned away from him.

"Excuse me..." she hurried to the nearest bathroom leaving him to stare after her. He was still staring at the door when she emerged a moment later her eyes red and puffy.

“Sorry...” she forced a smile and as much as he wanted to ask, he decided not to pry was probably the best option.

“I’ll go change. We could... You could come for tea... if you want.” How did people ask others to hang out? It was apparent he was terrible at it.

“I’d love to.” This time the smile she gave him was genuine.

Their trip at his place was mostly filled with comfortable silence. She leaned against his shoulder on the train, dozing off every now and then. He concluded she must be tired but didn’t want to pry the reason why. She would tell him if she wanted to.

When they reached his apartment, Hideyoshi was already there, half asleep watching YouTube videos in the living room.

“Oh, heeey... I didn’t think you’d be back yet, you okay?” he mumbled waving his hand at his general direction without turning around.

“We came to make some food.”

“We? I thought you went to- oh hi!” Hideyoshi turned around to look at them and as soon as he saw her he waved at them awkwardly.

He laid over the handrest of the sofa looking at them while they unloaded the groceries and prepared the food.

Mitsunari sighed and turned to look at Hideyoshi, who had a bright smile on his lips as soon as he looked at him. “Do you want something? If you don’t, stop staring like a starved puppy. The mutt next door does a good enough job on that already without your help.”

"I thought you'd never ask me to join! It smells so good."

Hideyoshi made the table and they sat down to eat.

"So, what were you up today?" Hideyoshi asked filling his bowl with food.

"None of your business."

"So it was a secret date!"

Mitsunari was just about to reply when she coughed and reached for a glass of water her face starting to turn an adorable shade of red.

"Are you okay?" he asked her when she managed to gulp down some water her face still bright red.

"Why does Monkey think we went on a secret date?"

Mitsunari felt his cheeks start to burn out of embarrassment too, her embarrassment only increasing his own.

"I don't know! Stop inventing stupid nicknames to my friends."

"Shut it Manju-boy! You better tell Monkey-boy he has it all wrong. We are friends, nothing else."

Mitsunari translated her words to Hideyoshi who had been grinning knowingly at their mutual blushing, but he couldn't help the pang in his heart at her flat out refusal of them being on a date.

It must be so terrible to her to even think him as a man after what she had seen of him today. After all, she knew of him.

She would never see him in any other way than as a friend and realising that hurt way more than he thought it would. It hurt so much for a while he couldn't even think straight, yet alone be a part of the conversation.

"Mitsunari, did you hear what I said?" Hideyoshi's words brought him back to himself and when he glanced at her, even she was staring at him with a small frown between her (very beautiful) brows.

"No, my mind was elsewhere."

"In the gutter, I imagine?" Hideyoshi winked at him but all he could do was roll his eyes.

"You had *something* to say, so spit it out."

"Um, yeah, Nobu wants us to go play Wii next Sunday, why don't you two come too?"

"And he expects us just happily spend a Sunday dealing with utter torture?"

"There will be free food! Nothing beats free food."

"Fine..." he grumbled and turned to her, but her eyes were already sparkling. "A friend of ours wants us to go play Wii at his place on Sunday. Do you want to come?"

"Only if I get the promised free food you were talking about!"

***

The next Sunday they found themselves in front of a grand downtown building where Nobunaga's personal apartment was. She was staring at it her mouth agape.

"Your friend lives here?"

"Yeah."

"Wow..."

She held onto his sleeve when they entered the building, her eyes wide at the sight of the doorman and the security.

When the doors opened at the top floor she was stunned. He had to nearly drag her forward to meet their host.

Not that that went any better. As soon as she saw Nobunaga, she yanked at his sleeve until he was sure it would rip off.

"That's- that's O-da No-bu-na-ga!"

"I know. Now stop pulling my sleeve!"

"But... how?"

"Blame Hi-de-yo-shi, he always wants to drag me along..."

"Wait how does Monkey know him?"

He was about to reply when Nobunaga seemed to get bored of not being a part of the conversation.

"The least you could do was to introduce her."

As soon has he had managed to introduce her, Hideyoshi, who had come at the same time with them leant towards Nobunaga with a conspirational grin.

"You know, she's Mitsunari's 'special friend'"

"Oh, is she now?" Nobunaga had an amused smile on his lips when he eyed her.

"Stop making it sound so dirty," he huffed at them and took her hand to lead her away from the two men determined to misunderstand their relationship.

They found Hanbei huddled at a corner already, his nose deep in a book. He didn't pay any attention to them so they sat on the sofa next to him. She was tense, eying her surroundings like a caged animal before she turned to him.

"Just... how? You do know he's very famous, right?"

"Yes. But Hi-de-yo-shi keeps dragging me along every time..."

"You're playing Wii with the famous O-da No-bu-na-ga..." she repeated it to herself as if to make sure she understood correctly. Suddenly, she lifted her head and grasped his arm. "How did he know who I was?"

"It was him who offered to let you stay in the guestroom in the house. It's only used when someone in the Oda family has important guests over."

"Wait what? I thought that was where miss Oichi lives?"

"No, she was just staying over so you wouldn't have to be alone."

She buried her head in her hands for a while before she looked at him again, a hints of despair in her expression.

"How can I ever repay them?"

"You don't have to. Everyone wanted to help."

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Even though it ate him alive he’d had to ask for their help there was no way he would tell her that. He would repay them as soon as possible.

The atmosphere relaxed as more people showed up. She didn’t leave his side until her gaze shifted to all of the snacks Nobunaga had brought out.

"What a nasty little piggy you have found for yourself."

There were people he’d be glad if he never had to see ever again. Tokugawa Ieyasu was one of them. Even the existence of him made Mitsunari’s skin crawl with disgust, let alone hearing whatever hideous thing he had to say. Why Nobunaga kept inviting the man was beyond him.

"Shut your mouth, filthy tanuki!" he spat back at Ieyasu, his eyes on her. She kept happily showing a snack after snack into her mouth until she glanced at him.

She froze, her eyes travelling from him to Hideyoshi and back at him.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing."

"Why won't you tell me?" She looked around the room, at everyone staring at them and she shrank back, averting her eyes to the floor. She made a quick bow and fled the room.

He followed her to the entrance hall, where she was desperately hitting the button to call the elevator, her face turned away from him so he couldn't see her expression. She cast a quick glance at him before she averted her eyes again and dug out her phone.

The doors slid open and she took a step towards the elevator, but he took a hold of her arm to stop her. He needed... wanted to know what was wrong with her. Why did she suddenly decide to run away from him.

She froze, standing completely still. He slowly let go of her arm and she quickly hugged herself. He was at loss at what to do. He followed her to the elevator, but she kept her eyes on the door, completely ignoring his presence.

Had he done something wrong? If he had, he had no idea what it might be or why had she reacted the way she had.

When they reached the ground floor he followed her out of the elevator but reached for her arm again, this time just to gently touch her. She turned to look at him, tears glistening on her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away, her lips pursed to stop the quiver of her lower lip.

"What happened?" he asked. She took her phone and fiddled with it for a moment and soon he heard his phone alert him of a new message.

She turned around to walk out of the door, but he reached for her again.

"What do you mean? Explain." She was just about to look at her phone again when he tapped on her arm again. "Talk to me."

She turned her head away from him and he was just about to reach for her arm again when the security guard interrupted them.

"Is everything alrigh, miss?" he asked. She jumped a bit and looked at his face, a small frown between her brows.

"...sorry...?" she whispered.

"Is everything alright, miss? Is this man bothering you? Do you need a taxi to get you home?"

"Thank you, we're fine," Mitsunari interrupted.

"I was talking to the young lady, sir." The security guard gave him a stern look. She looked from him to the security guard, her expression guarded.

"...fine... no... taxi..." she mumbled.

"Could we talk somewhere a bit more private?" Mitsunari asked the security guard, who pointed them at a bench at the side of the entrance hall, hidden from the view by a large plant. He guided her to sit down and sat next to her touching her hand gently to get her to look at him.

"Talk to me, please?"

"This... everything was a bad idea. I should have listened to Yoshi, I’ll never fit in..."

@masamunesmistress @han-pan @you-mass-effect-my-dragon-age @honeybeelily @dreamfar628

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mosquitotoes · 5 years

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What Makes a Family

Chapter 4: Introductions- Part 2 Three hours later they were headed to Bobby’s. “Hey, Dad, can I give Brooke a french fry?” Sam asked, munching on his chicken nuggets. John looked at him in the rearview mirror as he turned down a street “Put a little bit on her lip. Make sure it’s cooled off before you do it.” He instructed. Sam nodded and grabbed a fry from the bag, breaking it in half. “Here you go, sissy” He smiled, putting a tiny piece on her bottom lip. As soon as Brooke got it in her mouth she cooed happily, giving Sam a toothless grin. “I think she likes it, Dad.” Dean chuckled, looking down at her. John smiled slightly, glad that his boys took so well to their little sister. Another three hours later they were pulling into Bobby’s driveway “Alright, boys, get your stuff out along with the formula and the diapers.” John instructed. The boys nodded “Yes, sir” they said in unison, grabbing the bags and getting out of the Impala once he parked behind Bobby’s truck. There was a two-year-old Rottweiler puppy chained up in the yard “Hiya, Rumsfeld!” Sam exclaimed, kneeling down to the yipping puppy while Dean made his way to the porch. The eight-year-old desperately wanted a dog but John always told him no because of his line of work; which Sam didn’t get. What was so dangerous about being a traveling salesman? Bobby opened the door with a four-year-old girl on his hip “Finally, you’we hewe!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in celebration. Bobby chuckled as John made his way up the stairs “Shouldn’t you be in bed, Vanessa?” He asked, ruffling her hair as he walked into the house with Dean. “She heard about y’all coming so I let her stay up,” Bobby explained, setting Vanessa down. “Who that?” The three-year-old asked, pointing to the bassinet in John’s hand. “This would be Sam and Dean’s little sister, Brooke,” He said, setting down on the coffee table. “I hold Wooke?” She asked, toddling over to the couch. John nodded “Yeah. Dean, show Vanessa how while I talk to Bobby.” He instructed, turning to look out the front door “Samuel, leave the dog alone and get inside” He said sternly. “Yes, sir” Sam said, putting Rumsfeld down and walking inside with the diaper bag. John headed into the kitchen with Bobby, shutting the big double doors “Alright, so what are we looking at?” He asked After going over the witness reports and the evidence they concluded it was one or two vampires. Nothing they couldn’t handle by themselves. “Alright let’s go.” Bobby said, putting the last stake into his duffle. “Hey, before we go I need to show you something.” John said, pulling the letter from his jacket pocket and handing it to Bobby. His friend took it from him and started reading it’s contents. “John, you have got to tell the boys” Bobby said, looking at him. “Why?” He asked, taking the letter back and putting in his pocket. “Because they deserve to know. This isn’t something you need to keep from ‘em.” Bobby reasoned. “Sam doesn’t even know about what we do, Bobby. This is a secret that stays between us.” John said, grabbing the bag off of the table. “And what if they find out?” Bobby asked, crossing his arms. “They won’t. The only way they’d find out is if we went to Hawaii, which will never happen. Now let’s get going.” John said, opening the double doors and walking out. Bobby shook his head and sighed before walking out behind him. “Alright, Nessa, I gotta go with Uncle John so come give your pops a hug.” He said, kneeling down to her height. Dean gently took Brooke from her so she could get off the couch. Once she got down she ran straight into Bobby’s arms, putting her little arms around his neck. “Love you, Daddy” She grinned, kissing his cheek. Bobby smiled, rubbing her back gently “Love you, too, kiddo.” He said, kissing her head. Vanessa looked so much like her mom, Karen, except her hair was a little bit of a darker blonde. The girl’s mother had died when she was one so she didn’t remember her very well aside from the pictures Bobby had shown her. Bobby stood back up as Vanessa toddled her way to the couch “Dean, do you mind putting her to bed?” He asked, nodding to Vanessa. “Course he doesn’t, Bobby. Behave you two” John butted in, pointing to the boys before walking out the front door. Bobby shook his head at John and turned back to Dean “Thanks in advance, kiddo. If you kids get hungry there’s some leftovers in the in the fridge. I’ll see y’all later.” He said, walking out the door and to the Impala. Once he was in the car John backed out of the driveway and drove off. Dean picked Vanessa up off the couch “C’mon, squirt, let’s get you to bed.” He said, heading to the stairs. “Wookie come too?” Vanessa asked as they headed up to her room. “I gotta feed her first but when she’s done I’ll bring her up” He promised, opening her bedroom door. “Otay.” She grinned as Dean laid her on her blue race car bed “Can I have a stowy?” Dean smiled, tucking her in “Sure. What do you wanna hear?” He asked, sitting on the side of the bed. John parked behind some trees that were in the back of a run-down cabin where they tracked down the two vampires. “You know the plan, right?” He asked, cutting off the engine and looking at Bobby. His friend nodded “Yup I make a distraction and you go in from the back door.” He said, getting out and shutting the door quietly. John got out and went to the trunk, grabbing two machetes once he opened it. Bobby took one from him and put it to the back of his belt. “Ready to roll?” He asked as John shut the trunk quietly. The latter nodded “Yeah, let’s go.” Bobby headed toward the front of the cabin and knocked on the door while John made his way toward the back door noiselessly. After Bobby knocked the door opened to reveal a young woman around her early twenties with medium blonde hair and brown eyes “Can I help you?” She asked. Bobby smiled politely at her “Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but my car ran outta gas and I was wondering if you could give me a ride to the nearest gas station.” Before John could get close enough to put his hand on the doorknob the door flung open and a man charged him, shoving him into the tree. The impact caused the tree to shake and prompted him to drop his machete. “Thought you could get the drop on us, did ya, John?” He grinned as his fangs dropped from his gums. John couldn’t help but wonder how they knew they were coming since it couldn’t have been the men’s scent. They had dusted themselves with a scent-blocking mixture before they left. The vampire started leaning over toward the side of John’s neck, not budging no matter how much John fought him. All of the sudden the vampire’s head was chopped off and his body fell. The man leaned down to catch his breath, putting his hands on his knees. “Are you alright?” A woman’s voice with a slight Spanish accent asked, putting her hand on John’s shoulder. He nodded, looking up to see a middle aged woman of Spanish descent. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Thanks.” The woman smiled “No problem. Let’s go see if they need any back up” She said, nodding to the cabin. They both headed to the front after John grabbed his weapon. Once they got there they saw Bobby and Martin Creaser, another one of John’s friends, talking. Martin turned to look at them “I see you’ve met Estella” He smiled. “Yup. She killed the one that had me pinned to the tree. I think he was the leader” John nodded. “He is by the looks of it. Seems like it was the beginning of a nest.” Bobby said, moving away from the door to reveal four decapitated including the blonde woman. “How in the hell did they know we were coming?” John asked, looking inside. “Well, that fella over there is the store owner I spoke with yesterday” Bobby said, pointing to a dead vamp in the corner. “My guess is that this was supposed to be a trap.” John shook his head “It’s a good thing we had surprise backup. Alright, let’s light this thing up. Estella, do you mind taking care of the one by the tree?” He asked, looking at her. Estella nodded “On it.” She said, grabbing a can of gas and heading off to the back of the while the others salted the bodies and put gas on the house. Once she was by the body she looked to see if any of the men could see her. Thankful she wasn’t being watched the woman poured some salt and gasoline on her hands, rubbing them together. Estella then put her hands out to the body, watching the flame flow from them as the body burned along with the cabin. Happy with her work the woman pulled her hands away and put them together, cleaning them of the mixture she made. Estella grabbed the can and headed back to where the men stood “All done.” She said, setting the can down with the others. “Great. Hey how about we all go back to my house and I’ll fix up somethin’ for us?” Bobby asked. They all agreed and headed back to their own cars, following John’s Impala as they drove. Soon they were pulling up in Bobby’s driveway. Bobby unlocked and opened the door “We’re home, kiddos!” He called out, shutting the door after everyone walked in. “We’ll be right down!” Came Dean’s voice upstairs. “Alright we’re making burgers and fries” Bobby replied, putting his keys on the rack “Do y’all mind making them while John and I grill?” He asked. Martin and Estella nodded “Of course not. You’re feeding us the least we could do is help.” The woman smiled. Bobby smiled back “C’mon, I’ll show y’all where the potatoes are.” He said, walking off with them to the kitchen. John waited for the kids to come down. Sam came down first, holding Vanessa’s free hand since they both held bowls of macaroni, then came Dean holding Brooke while Rumsfeld happily followed behind them. “Sam take your sister and Vanessa to the kitchen to see if Uncle Bobby needs any help.” John said. The boy nodded, letting go of Vanessa’s hand and taking Brooke gently “Yes sir” He said, heading to the kitchen with Vanessa in tow. John looked at Dean “I want to speak with you outside.” He said, opening the door. Dean walked out with John behind, feeling a little nervous. The man shut the door and turned to his son “Why weren’t you keeping watch?” He asked, crossing his arms. Dean looked up at him “I wanted to keep Sam and Vanessa entertained, da-sir.” John shook his head “You know the rules, son. It doesn’t matter if you saw us from the window. I’ve told you about shifters, haven’t I? Do you want to get your siblings and Vanessa killed? Do you want that on your head?” He was in his face much like a drill sergeant would be. Tears threatened to fall from the twelve year olds candy apple green eyes but he didn’t let them fall “No, sir. I’m sorry” He said, his lip quivering. That killed John. He hated being tough with them like this but they had to learn. “Do ten laps around the perimeter then come inside. You can have your burger when you’re done since you already ate with Sam and Vanessa.” John said, turning him around pushing him lightly to get him going. Dean started running as fast as he could. Truth was he didn’t eat with Sam and Vanessa. There was only enough for two bowls so he gave it to them. Dean pushed himself, ignoring the hunger pangs and hoping John would be proud. About a twenty minutes later Dean was sitting on the porch taking a quick break. He jumped up when he heard the door open. “It’s alright it’s just me” a woman’s voice said. Turning around Dean saw Estella holding his plate of food and a root beer. “Sit back down and I’ll hand you your burger and soda.” She said, handing them to him once he did. “Thank you, ma’am” Dean smiled, taking a big bite out of his burger. “No problem and don’t call me ma’am, call me Estella” The woman said, smiling back at him. Dean nodded, munching happily on his burger “Okay Miss Estella.” She chuckled “Mind if I sit with you?” Dean shook his head “Of course not” He said, sitting down on the porch steps with her and looked at her “Miss Estella did you grow up in Hunting, too?” He asked, opening his can of soda. Estella looked at him and nodded “Yup. I grew up in a family of Hunters in Spain.” Dean took a swig “Was it hard?” The woman nodded “For awhile until we immigrated to Seligman, Arizona when I was your age but I think it’s different for everyone.” “How was it different for you?” The boy asked, munching on some fries. “My father had a cabin built.” She explained and told him about how her father had more cabins built for other Hunters to rent and now she runs the whole thing. “Really? That’s cool” He said, finishing his food and drink. “Hand me your stuff and wait a few minutes to come in” She advised, standing up. Dean stood up and handed his stuff over “But I didn’t finish my punishment” He pointed out.

Estella waved her hand “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him” She smiled, winking at him and walking inside. Dean concluded that Estella was just about the coolest person he had ever met besides Bobby. But what he didn’t was that John sent her out there when he found out he hadn’t eaten anything. When he walked into the house he was greeted by Bobby “Thank you for watching Vanessa for me, Dean. I appreciate it.” The man smiled, holding out his hand for the boy to shake. Dean smiled, taking his hand and shaking it “No problem, Uncle Bobby.”

The boy looked down at his hand when they pulled away and saw a crisp twenty dollar bill. “Thanks, Uncle Bobby” Dean said, grinning up at him and putting it in his jeans pocket. The former smiled, nodding “Don’t mention it, kiddo.” He said, patting him on the shoulder. The man always did this kinda thing whenever they were over. But a lot of the time the money ended up going to food and other essentials so the boys didn’t get a chance to spend it on what they wanted.

Sam ran into the room “De, Dad said get packed so we can get going.” He informed his older brother. Bobby turned to look at the middle Winchester “Before y’all do that I wanna get some pictures of y’all.” He said, grabbing a camera off his desk and heading to the living room. Both boys followed the older hunter. “Why aren’t you boys getting packed?” John asked as he held Brooke. “Because I want some pictures” Bobby replied “Sam, you take Brooke and sit next to your Dad. Dean, put Vanessa in your lap and sit on the other side” He instructed. “Make sure I get copies” John requested as the boys sat on either side of him. Bobby nodded, taking a picture once John out his arms around his boys.

After he got the pictures he wanted the boys went to get their stuff. Estella walked over to John as he put Brooke in her bassinet “Stop by if you’re ever in Arizona and need a place to stay.” She smiled, handing him a business card. John took it from her and looked it over.

On it was the name of Abaroa Cabins, est. 1960, 916 Clarksburg Park Road. Abaroa is Spanish for ‘refuge’ and is also Estella’s last name. The man looked at her and smiled, putting the card in his jacket pocket “Thank you, Estella” He said as the boys came back from packing up. Estella smiled back “No problem.” She said, looking over at Sam and Dean “You boys need any help?” Sam nodded “Yes ma’am, do you mind carrying the formula out?”

Once they got everything in the Impala the boys told Bobby, Estella and Vanessa bye. “I come with?” Vanessa asked, toddling up to the car. John looked down at her “Fraid not, kiddo.” He said, ruffling her hair “We’ll come back though, okay?” Vanessa nodded, smiling “Otay, Unca John” She said, toddling back to Bobby. John chuckled, getting into the Impala and starting the engine. The boys waved at them as John back out of the driveway. By the time they reached a motel it was dark and the boys were exhausted. John looked at them “You two stay here while I go get a room.” He said, opening the door. The boys nodded “Yes, sir” they said in unison.

John shut the door and headed to the lobby “Sammy, will you feed Brooke?” Dean asked. Sam nodded “Sure, but I’m not burping her” He replied, opening the cooler and grabbing a full bottle. Dean chuckled “Deal” He said, picking his little sister up from the bassinet. Their dad came back just as Brooke was handed to Sam “I’ll feed her just grab your stuff and follow me.” He said, taking the bottle and Brooke from him gently. Grabbing their stuff the boys followed John up to the second floor. He opened the door “Go ahead and get ready for bed, you two.” He said, shutting and locking the door. “Need help with Brooke, Dad?” Dean asked as he headed into the kitchenette. John shook his head, putting the bottle on the stove top “No I got this. Get to bed. Night, kiddo” He said, heating the bottle up.

Dean nodded “Night, Dad” He replied, heading over to one of the beds. Both boys dropped off to sleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. “Out like a light” John chuckled quietly, setting Brooke in the bassinet and getting the bottle with some tongs. Once it was cool enough to handle he tested it on his skin “Perfect. Ready to eat, babygirl?” He whispered, picking his daughter back up gently and heading over to the little loveseat. John chuckled as Brooke suckled on the bottle happily, guzzling it down “Was that good, sweetheart?” He asked, putting the bottle on the table once she was done. He put her to his chest and patted her back gently “Good job, angel. That was a big burp.” He praised, putting her back in the crook of his arm. Brooke cooed, squirming around a little. “Not tired yet? Even with your full belly?” He smiled, poking her tummy gently and making her giggle.

“How about if I sing to ya? Would that help?” He asked, booping her nose gently. “Alright here goes nothin’, darlin’.” He said, clearing his throat a little and starting to sing Songbird by Fleetwood Mac. In all honestly he was pretty good. His bass baritone voice was soothing to the ear.

“For you, there'll be no more crying. For you, the sun will be shining. And I feel that when I'm with you, It's alright, I know it's right. To you, I'll give the world. To you, I'll never be cold. 'Cause I feel that when I'm with you, It's alright, I know it's right. And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score. And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before. And I wish you all the love in the world. But most of all, I wish it from myself. And the songbirds keep singing, like they know the score And I love you, I love you, I love you Like never before, like never before, like never before.”

Brooke was fast asleep by the time he finished singing. John smiled, kissing her little forehead “Night, darlin’.” He whispered, going to get so he could put her in the bassinet. Brooke stirred, opening her eyes slightly. “Looks like I’m sleeping here.” John said quietly, leaning back “But you’re definitely worth it” He smiled, shutting his eyes and holding Brooke close to his chest.

#Supernatural #Brooke Winchester #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Bobby Singer #John Winchester #Winchester sister

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kmelanin · 6 years

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King of All-3

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ONE TWO THREE

Summary: He is evil, you are good. word count: 3.3k

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Jimin sits cross legged next to you laying soundly asleep. He couldn't help but to sit here close to you looking up and down your body. You were his, he was so happy he had such a beautiful women in his bed. The sun is peeking through the dark maroon curtains. The light is right on your back bandages. It still angers him of how careless he was. This is what he wanted from the very beginning. He has been practicing his self control on whores from the streets, but clearly they could not be compared to you.

If the hounds knew about your healing, then everyone knows. Jimin shakes his head in anger, he runs his hands through her hair and he squeezes his eyes shut wanting to go back in time and make you stay with him and say that he didn't care if you were on the other side of his home.

What he didn't know, was that you woke up almost a second before he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

He turns his head and looks at himself in closet doors, which were mirrored. His eyes were glowing white. He remembers what Namjoon told him not to long ago.

“Jimin…” You whispers turning over a little bit, but he quickly puts his hands on your shoulder and holds you still. He holds his head down and eyes shut.

“You should stay still. They knew about your healing, so they got some type of poison that prevents your wounds from healing. So they cut the infected skin off.” He says looking up at you, and a shiver goes through your spine when you see the glowing eyes. “So your body is creating new skin and healing at the same time.”

He leans his hands up and peels back the bandages. You breath in when the cooler air touches your wound.

“It looks like it's healed over,” He grazes his finger tips onto and it's felt almost as if he shot you with electricity. You jump a little at the cold finger. “It's still tender, be careful. Ill put new bandages on you and get you a shirt.” He says turning away and getting up to the dresser. You didn't even notice that you were shirtless until he mentioned a shirt.

“Also, Namjoon found out why my eyes are going white. He said that my body isnt used to being so close to a food source. You give off such powerful waves of this feeling and power. It's different for every emotion. Back then, my family had some sources living in the home, so they were used to them. But me…” He chuckles when he makes his way back over. “I was stuck sucking blood out of plastic pouches.” He puts a thick paste right on the cuts, and surprisingly it felt wonderful, so cool against your hot skin. He then gets the skin secure tape and padding and covers it up. He then hands you the shirt and turns away.

You noticed that it didn't hurt as bad moving around. You finally put the shirt on and sit up down on the bed. You look at the back of Jimin's body.

“He said the only way to calm whatever this is down, I have to drink straight from you periodically until it doesn't happen, unless i want it to of course.” he says and turns back around to you when he notices that you aren't making anymore noise. He is about five steps away from you, and he slowly comes forward.

“Then drink from me Jimin. This is the reason why i'm here, is it not?” You say looking into his eyes, watching his face. Seeing how his eyes turn black then slowly turn white as he gets closer and closer. His face churns as if he was in pain.

“Over all yes. But I can't.” he says just above a whisper.

“And why not?” You ask standing up. He is now a foot away. You didn't understand why you were acting like this, wanting him to drink from you. Even though you hate him.

“I won't be able to control myself.” He looks away to the floor and that makes you mad.

“Jimin! Stop acting like you care. You can recreate my blood for crying out loud! Who cares if you can't control yourself, i'd rather be dead than be near y-”

A hand grabs your throat but yet to squeeze. Your vision was blurred, but when it clears you see Jimin on the end of the arm, and your back was against the wall.

“You make me so mad.” he says through his teeth.

“You think I care? All you are is a monster.” You spit back. “So be the monster you are and drink up.”

You watch as his head tilts down a little, he bares his teeth and growls. It shoots right through you and your legs almost give out from underneath you. He lets go of you and you fall to your knees because you didn't expect him to let go so suddenly.

“You are weak.” You cough a little. “If you did your research on your life, you would know that it doesn't matter how much you drink from a source, it will never go out.” You manage to get onto your feet again, but it didn't matter because in seconds you were thrown onto the bed with Jimin on top.

“I was a sheltered boy. I am the King of All you know.” he says and turns my head and bite down without any warning or prepping. You being somewhat human, screams out in bloody murder. He wraps his arms around you and sits up. He is practically straddling you and hugging your body.

Jimin, he is hungry for you. As the blood seeps out of your neck into his mouth he falls into a state of darkness. He can't hear or see anything. All he knows is you and him. He knows that drinking right from your neck he is bound to get attached. Not like he can help it. He didn't know that you wouldn't die. He didn't really do much research on Healers. But he is willing to learn, he is willing to get attached, and to have you by his side.

What you didn't expect is that the pain turned to instant pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his waist, while his is around your shoulders.

“Ji-” you try to call out out to him, but he cuts you off by moaning against your neck, which causes a spike a pleasure to shoot through you. “Ahhhh fuck” You feel your body go limp with the occasional twitch.

You wonder how long he will go on for. Your blood will never run out as long as your heart is beating.

A couple of hours later, you were in your room that Jimin gave you by yourself. He left right after feeding, saying he stayed longer then he was suppose to. You were relieved he finally left, having time for yourself is always nice. There was a quick knock at the door, so you get up from the bed and go to open it. You see a young girl, not much younger than you standing there. She has a black knee length pleated skirt on with a black collared shirt tucked in, black shoes, but orange hair.

“Hi, I'm Lisa. I'm your maid servant, I will help you with whatever you need.” She says bowing her body 90 degrees. You just frown a little, nodding with acknowledgement. Who would've thought you would have your own maid.

“Let me guess, Jimin sent you.” You ask eyeing her. She smiles a little nodding her head once.

“In the closet there should be lots of clothes. You should refreshen and change clothes, then I will show you to the dining hall where there will be dinner.” She says nodding towards you, your room. “There should be a button next to your lamp on your bedside table. Push that and I will be here.” She then turns and leaves.

The thought of food made your stomach growl loudly. After the feeding and all of the drama you were starved. You went to the closet and she was right, there were lots of clothes. Simple clothes but pretty. In the bathroom there was a new toothbrush, still in it package and some other things to freshen up, you would take a shower before bed. Food first.

After, you put on some grey leggings and a white oversized shirt, that was probably meant for pajamas. You slide on some shoes, and look for the button she said was on the table. There was a remote with a big white button, you push it and put it back down. You go over to the vanity and brush your hair into a high ponytail. Soon enough there was a knock, you go over and open and she nods her head downwards, and she turns and starts to walk down the hall. You shut the door and follow her hoping there was good food.

You both walk through a tall door, and you see a long rectangular table, that could probably sit ten people and two on the ends. On one side was full of food, and the other was two empty plates one on the very end, and the other right next.

“Grab your plate, and fill it with what you’d like.” Lisa says and then she leave. Left before you could ask whos plate the second one was. You turn back to the table and almost shitted yourself when Jimin appeared in front of you.

“Are you ready to eat?” He smiles softly towards you.

“Um, can I just make my plate to my room?” You ask pointing at the door. Please say yes, please say yes.

“No, you will eat here.” he says moving out of your way, and the food half full with food is in your view. You sigh and roll your eyes walking over to grab one of the plates and grab your food. There was different types of salads and ramen. There was also meats, and rice and side dishes. You look up at Jimin on the other side and cock one of your brows at him. He looks confused, as if you offended him.

“I need blood to survive yes. But i'm not only vampire YN. I am a little bit of everything you know. It just so happen I was the one in the family that shows the wolf and vamp side more. The dog side lets me eat whatever.” You watch him as he gets a big helping on three different types of meat and a bowl of rice. You grab a little bit of everything and walk back down to the other side of the table. You noticed him standing waiting for you. You look over at the seat at the end of the table, it look like leather and some type of soft fur. In the middle of the chait it had huge J on it made with some type of silver. You just shake your head and sit two seats away.

“Of course you have your own special chair.” You mumble.

“Of course I do, what King doesn't.” he says smirking, you just scoff. After eating a little more, Jimin starts to speak.

“After we are done here, you need to meet some people.” He says wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin. You look up to him.

“Who?”

“Well, you have met some, but there are others. My side man, main fighter, friends. Just people you need to know because they will protect you as well.” he says scooping the rest of the rice in a big spoon and eating it.

“My family were the best hunters out here, I don't need your lame protection.” You scoff again pushing you plate to the side deciding that you were full. “You are the King of not some, but all. You out of all people have protection?” You explain. “Please, you should be able to protect yourself.” You roll your eyes at that.

“Look, I don't just magically get every ability of every creature I am. Some come, some go.” He stands up grabbing his cup. “You wouldn't know, you are just a lame Healer.”

“You are so dumb, you stand there eyes glowing white because of me and you are calling me lame. I literally have a huge effect on the King.” You watch him as he downs his drink.

“You don't understand what I can do.” Jimin mutters and walks away and out of the door. He makes you want to slam your head against the wall. Deep down there was this depression, because you knew that Jimin, he was your life now and you were his, literally. Also the fact that you were alone.

You knew you were not completely human, because you were a Healer. So it took a lot more to kill you. What he doesn't know, you hoped, was that when you were near death, he blood could heal you.

A couple of hours later Lisa came back to your room telling you that it was time to meet the main group of people that are around Jimin the most. You both make your way down a couple of different halls, and up a flight of stairs. You were just about to complain, until we show up next to some huge wooden double doors. Lisa walks up and knocks three times then opens. She stands back and lets you enter. When you do you didn't expect to see 7 grown men staring back at you. You felt like you were in a movie, because as soon as you walk in, there was a long black table. At the end was Jimin, and on either side were three men. The door shuts behind you as expected. You recognize a couple of them but you still don't say anything.

“YN.” Jimin says walking around the table and stands next to you. Everyone else stands and nods at you.

“You've met Namjoon. He usually helps me make decisions because he knows what's best for me and the worlds. Especially when I can't control myself.” He points to Namjoon, which he smiles and nods to you.

“Next is Jungkook and Hoseok, they are trainers. Helps with the fighting and control. Then Jin, the ‘nurse-”

“Yah! I like to be called a Doctor!” He cuts Jimin off. Jimin just smiles and continues.

“Then there is Taehyung who is a wolf, and Yoongi who is a witch.”

“Warlock.” The black hair, shorter man deadpans.

“Overall, they are my best friends no matter the role.” Jimin smiles.

“Ahh, it is true about your eyes.” Taehyung says walking right up to Jimin getting a good look. “It's weird because I can see where your pupils start but they are also white.”

“How much do you love your most valuable parts?” Jimin hisses, and with that Taehyung scurries back to his seat.

“Great, nice to meet you all. Bye now.” You say with a straight face, and you turn to leave wanting some sleep. But a hand holds you back. You turn back and see Jimin holding onto your upper arm. You pull yourself away from him not wanting the feeling of the tingles effect you.

“I actually wanted to check your back if that's okay.” Jin says walking up to you with his hands behind his back.

“No that is not okay. I know how my body works, I'll be fine.” You say standing your guard. Jin doesn't say anything back shocked that you actually rejected his request.

“Do you have to be so difficult?” Jimin asks looking at you like you were crazy.

“Can I leave?” You shoot back placing your hands on your hips.

“Do you want me to die?!” He yells at you “How can you be so selfish??!” You almost wanted to laugh in his face. Did he really ask you such a question.

“I. Don’t. Care.” You say each step it takes to get into his face. You notice that when you get closer, little black veins start to pop up around the bottom of his eyes.

“Yn, he can't control himself around you yet.” You hear Namjoons voice from behind you. You noticed that Jungkook and Hoseok go behind Jimin, probably just in case anything happens.

You look up at Jimin's face again and see that he is just staring at you, not really doing anything. But the veins next to his eyes were a lot more prominent than two seconds ago. He stands there stiff.

You goto say something, but then remember on detail. You turn and look at Namjoon.

“I want to see this machine you have that can recreate my blood.” You say crossing your arms. But to your surprise he looks shocked.

“I would like to see as well, because last time I remembered we can't recreate blood, especially healers.” Namjoon explains. You head snaps back to Jimin. His eyes were closed and he takes a couple of deep breathes. When his eyes open they were pitch black and he looks directly at Namjoon.

“You’re so dead.” He mumbles groaning and snaps to attack him, but with your instinct you put yourself in front of him and push him back with most of your strength. He didn't expect you to just jump out in front, so he stumbles a little grabbing on to your shoulders making his knees buckles bringing you down with him. His heavy breathing confused you.

“Holy shit, she just stopped him with a little touch.” You hear, and look up to see Hoseok stunned above you.

“You make me so weak, how?” Jimin mutters looking up at you. His eyes again shining bright white, but he looks sad and confused. “How can some random healer stop me. The King of ALL?!” he yells the last part. Jungkook and Hoseok come and lift him up from under the armpit and bring him to a chair. You were also confused. Why did that happen? We were connected somehow, and you didn't like it.

You got up acting unphased by what happened.

“Namjoon, if it isn't to much to ask-”

“You won't even let me check your back and now you ask a favor??!” Jin cuts in. You hold your tongue and continue talking to Namjoon.

“It involves your King, I think we are connected in some way. Maybe since i'm a healer, I can also drain?” You question. “I don't know. But I don't like this and I'm betting you all don't either.”

“Actually, i'm way ahead of you. This was one of the things I wanted to tell you today.” He says walking over to Jimin. “See, Jimin is the King of All, meaning the most powerful being. Well, he's getting to that point. If you still don't understand, let's take Christianity for a moment or any religion that involves God and the Devil. They are just another supernatural being compared to him.”

“You literally just tried to tell me that Jimin is more powerful than the Devil AND God?”

“...Because he is.” he deadpan. You couldn't help but to let out a little laugh.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You sigh. He just shakes his head.

“Like i was saying, he hold more evil in him then good. So just like there is girl and boy, yes and no, there is a good and evil.” He explains...Jimin snaps his head up to him. He looks back and forth frantically between Namjoon and I.

“So what are you trying to say?” You ask him getting nervous.

“You are the Good.”

#park jimin #jimin #park #namjoon #jin #yoongi #hoseok #jungkook #taehyung #kim #jeon #bts #bangtan #supernatural #love #evil au #good #angel #demon #ambw #kpop #au

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thisselflovecamebacktome · 5 years

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Kurt felt his feet scraping across the ground as he forced himself down the hallway. The last few weeks had left him feeling so small. Dave and Santana being outted, Dave’s suicide attempt, losing out on both class presidency and the main role in A West Side Story; every bit of life seemed to be weighing him down recently. And then there was Blaine.

Ever since Blaine had enrolled at McKinley, the two of them seemed to be parting ways more as each day went past. Of course Sebastian’s arrival hadn’t helped the situation, but deep down Kurt knew those same issues had been festering for a while. At times, Kurt found himself wondering if he was mismatched with Blaine; if Blaine would be happier with someone like Sebastian, someone more… spontaneous. Or at least someone who would answer his calls. Since that night, the sheer sound of Blaine’s voice was off-putting to Kurt. All that would come to mind was his hands spreading out and grabbing at Kurt, taking as much as he could like a kid with a candy bowl. The memory left a bad taste in Kurt’s mouth; almost as bad as remembering he had apologised for rejecting Blaine’s advances. At the time, Kurt had convinced himself that Blaine was right, that he had just been spoiling the fun, but the bad taste remained nonetheless.

The one positive that had come out of the last few weeks was that the New Directions had reunited. To the surprise of everybody, Rachel had suggested giving others a chance to sing at Nationals, as long as she got her solo of course. It did mean, however, that all choreography the group had begun to work on prior to the girls coming back now had to be changed. And with Rachel’s two left feet and Tina’s quieter nature, Kurt was called in by Quinn to help choreograph and teach the new routine.

On better days, Kurt didn’t mind helping out. Today was not one of those days. After the hypocritical mess Blaine pulled singing It’s Not Right But It’s Okay, Kurt was in no mood to see the glee club. Regardless, both Rachel and Quinn had insisted that with Nationals coming up, every chance they can get to practice had to be used.

As he entered the room, Kurt could all but feel the atmosphere change. Quiet whispers stopped as Finn stood up. Giving signal to the others, Kurt watched as they followed him, each one of them approaching him as Puck closed the door.

“Why are you all acting like you’re about to give an interve… oh my god, this is an intervention, isn’t it? Look I know Blaine gave a messed up image of us but it’s not going to affect the tea…”

“We just want to talk,” Finn interrupted, gesturing Kurt a seat.

Kurt bit his lip before shuffling his feet over to the seat. The awkward silence continued. Filled with uncertainty, Finn’s eyes shuffled between the boys’ and Rachel’s before she sighed and spoke up.

“What’s going on with you Kurt?”

The others scolded the brunette’s bluntness before being reminded that no one else was willing to ask. As they begun to quarrel, Quinn shut them down.

“What Rachel meant was is everything okay? You’ve had a tough year, not to mention everything you’re still dealing with from last year and we just wanted to check in. If our conversation after Karofsky taught me anything, it’s that none of us should assume that people are coping when they’re in strife.”

“I’m fine.”

The words sped out of Kurt’s mouth like a horse belting toward the finish line. Kurt could feel how untrue the statement was as he spoke the words, yet he still found himself faking a smile in hopes to convince the others. It didn’t work. As he looked over at Mercedes, her disappointment hit him, forcing him to look at the ground.

“Honey,” she started, “the truth is you haven’t been yourself for a long time now. And it’s clear that Blaine going behind your back for the West Side Story role has made things worse, especially after his performance today. We got to hear his side, now it’s only fair we hear yours.”

Kurt stuttered for a moment before falling silent. His head went back and forth arguing over what to say next. On one hand, this was his relationship. It wasn’t any concern, or business for that matter, of the others. Not to mention Blaine was already upset with him, why make things worse? But at the same time, they were his friends and they were there trying to help. Even Santana and Puck had shown up. Regardless, Kurt couldn’t find the words.

“It’s nothing, I’ll fix things up with Blaine later on,” He lied before sighing, “Thank you though Mercedes, for setting this up.”

“It wasn’t me,” Mercedes smiled, looking over at Finn.

Kurt blinked before staring at Finn.

“I’m your brother Kurt. I’m worried about you. Nothing you say is going to change that. I, I just couldn’t find the words to say that, so I called in these guys.”

Silence filled the room again. Kurt find his eyes shuffling back to the ground. Mike moved next to Kurt, placing his hand on Kurt’s shoulder and assuring him it’d be alright.

“You’re wrong about the show being the issue,” Kurt started, “Around the time the role was allocated, Sebastian came into the picture…”

“The jerk from Daltons who was trying to get onto Blaine?” Tina enquired.

“Yeah him,” Kurt muttered, “except it wasn’t just him trying to get Blaine. Blaine was responding and meeting up with him behind my back. The night before the opening day of the show, Sebastian invited us to some bar. Blaine spent the whole night getting drunk and dancing with him until it was time to leave. I got him to the car and he wouldn’t stop touching me. I yelled for him to stop, but he, he just wouldn’t. Eventually I shoved him off and he yelled at me before leaving, but things just haven’t been the same since.”

“That hobbit tried to rape you?” Santana shouted.

Kurt shook his head as he began to stutter. Being barely comprehensible, he started saying it was his fault and how he had apologised the next day. As the eyes of those around him widened, Quinn interrupted.

“You shouldn’t have.”

“Quinn’s right,” Puck jumped in before looking at Quinn in guilt, “It’s not your fault he tried to take advantage of you after knowing you had drunken.”

“Actually, I was the designated driver, so I was sober.” Kurt explained.

“Dude it doesn’t matter,” Finn said, “He doesn’t get to treat you like that.”

Unable to find the words, Kurt fell silent. Deep down he knew Finn was right and that once upon a time, there would be no way Kurt would let himself be treated like this, but things were different now. The realisation of dying alone had plagued his mind. He didn’t expect Finn or Rachel or any of the other straight members to understand. Finding a partner for them was like finding a penny. The opportunity was always there. Hell, even Santana and Brittany didn’t have to worry because they found the love of their lives already. But he hadn’t. The two gay men Kurt knew were Blaine and Karofsky, a boy who physically assaulted him for years. The thought that he may never find love crushed Kurt, but at least Blaine was something.

Before anyone spoke, a phone began to blare. Reaching in his pocket, Kurt noticed the number straight off, leading him to sigh.

“That’s him now,” he started, “I should probably get going.”

The group went to speak out, but Finn just shook his head at them. As Kurt gathered his things and started to walk out of the room, he heard Brittany’s voice come from behind him.

“Don’t forget we love you Kurt.”

Closing the door behind him, Kurt walked away. Once out of the building, he looked down at his phone, sighing as he pressed the number of the missed call. Before he was able to say anything, a voice cut in.

“Where are you Kurt? I called your dad when you didn’t answer and he said Finn told him you were at a glee meeting which clearly isn’t where you are. Are you with Chandler? Is that why you refused to answer my calls? I knew Finn was threatened by my talent but to help you do this is next level petty and you dragging him into it is just as bad.”

The voice continued rambling, cutting Kurt off as he tried to answer. Moments of incoherent rambling passed, lowering Kurt’s patience until all at once, it disappeared.

“Blaine, stop,” Kurt started, “I’m not with Chandler. The fact that you think so little of me as to not only accuse me of that but bring the glee club into it with your performance today shows just what you think of me.”

Stutters from the other end of the phone fell silent as Kurt pushed the red button. Stopping in his tracks, Kurt felt a sigh leave his chest. Confusion and guilt begun to set in as Kurt realised that despite his frustration, the sigh had been in relief, not despair. As the phone in his hand begun to vibrate again, he found himself clenching harder as he walked away. After minutes of nonstop ringing, Kurt hung up one final time before clicking the messaging button.

‘I’m sorry okay. Just give me time.’

Disgust hit Kurt as he pressed send. He continued walking as he thought about how things had gotten so bad between him and Blaine that the person he could tell everything to had become the person he felt he had to lie most to. The phone continued to buzz as several messages came through. With his patience falling, Kurt placed his phone in his bag, making sure to do so in a way where it would not noticeably vibrate off anything else.

As he reached his house, Kurt went straight into his bedroom, closing the door and grabbing out his phone. Upon seeing the endless stream of messages, Kurt ran his fingers through his hair, grasping then slightly yanking at it. His fingers began typing at the phone before deleting and typing again for several minutes before stopping and deleting it once more. He typed one final message.

‘We need to talk to someone Blaine. Meet me in Emma’s office tomorrow.’

Before Blaine could respond, Kurt heard his door twist. Placing the phone back in his bag, Kurt stood up. The door opened, leading Kurt to relax.

“Don’t come in unexpectedly Finn. You startled me.”

Finn stared at Kurt in silence for a moment before speaking.

“I just wanted to check that we’re cool after what happened. Look, I know I should have spoken to you privately before bringing in the others like that. I just didn’t know what to say. I think you need to tell Burt and my mum though, you know, about what Blaine did.”

Kurt felt his throat tighten with each word that came out of Finn’s mouth. His eyes began scanning the room, looking for anything else to talk about. Maybe an unclean surface to attend to or homework to do. But nothing came to mind. With an awkward expression on his face, Kurt looked back at Finn.

“We can’t tell dad. You heard about what he did to Karofsky and that was just some bully. Blaine’s my partner. He’d put him in hospital.”

“Maybe he should.”

Finn’s words came off louder and more abrasive than he had meant them, causing Kurt to flinch. In response, Kurt let out a sigh whilst saying Finn’s name. Another silence came over the room before Finn spoke.

“Kurt, we’ve gotta tell someone who can help you.”

“I don’t need help Finn. I’m fine.” Kurt lied.

“So you’d still be calling it fine if I did that to Rachel then? Or what about if Sam did it to Mercedes? Because that definitely wasn’t the case when you were telling me that what happened to Quinn was Puck’s fault and his alone.”

“Blaine didn’t get me drunk Finn. Plus, after what happened with Puck and Quinn, I know you’d never do that to Rachel, nor would the other guys with their girlfriends.”

“We never thought Blaine would do that to you Kurt.”

Finn’s words hit hard. Kurt tried to find words, but none came to him. Silence began to consume the room only to be broken by the vibrating sound coming from Kurt’s bag. Nothing was said, but the sympathetic look in Finn’s eyes made Kurt just uncomfortable enough to look away. Finn considered reaching out for Kurt’s arm before another vibrating noise from Kurt’s bad stopped him. Instead, he clenched his fist and sighed.

“At least tell mum.”

“You say that as if she wouldn’t just tell my dad.” Kurt said.

“She wouldn’t,” Finn started, “She’s been here before Kurt. I mean not sexually from what I know, but when I was little she had a relationship that really messed her up, the same way Blaine is messing you up right now. She’ll be able to help… Just think about it, yeah?”

With that, Finn walked away. Kurt sat back down on his bed, grabbing out his phone. Blaine had sent several messages stating why they didn’t need Emma involved and how everything was going to be okay. Kurt stared at the final message, a simple ‘I love you’, for several moments before placing the phone face down on the bed. Pulling himself up from the bed, Kurt walked over to the door, checking down the hallways for Finn before closing it. As the door clicked shut, Kurt felt his body slide down to the ground as began to cry.

#this is just a draft for the first part of my anti klaine story because tumblr won't let me send it to people rip

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reactivebangtan · 6 years

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REQUEST: Are your requests open? I didn’t see anything saying that they weren’t so I’m sorry if they’re not. But if they are could you possibly do a BTS reaction to when their S/O comes home after a really stressful day at work and something really little and trivial sets them off and makes them cry? I work in a memory care facility and today was literally the worst. REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: nothing! NOTES: this is so late but i hope your day got a little better! ♡

he could see it as soon as you walked in the door — your usual smile upon hearing his ‘ welcome home, sweetheart! ’ was dim, your eyes seemed distant ( he’d bet anything that your head wasn’t where your body was ), and even your feet seemed out of place as you moved from the front door. there was no telling what caused it or how bad the damage was, but he didn’t bother second-guessing himself when he asked: ❝ are you okay, babe? ❞ from his place in the kitchen — he’d gotten so used to cooking meals late to accommodate your work schedule that he simply found himself there around this time everyday — he could see the way your whole body tensed, the way you paused, the way his question rolled over you and he could see exactly when it hit you. it seems that was all it took, as even though your mouth never opened, the tears that immediately welled in your eyes and shook your shoulders answered his question all on their own. instantly, you had two strong arms wrapping themselves around your body and supporting your weight, allowing you to lean into him completely as the shell you’d precariously built around yourself came crumbling down. sobs shook your body, your limbs trembled with every inhale and your chest squeezed with every exhale, and even though seokjin held you up it felt as if the floor was coming out from under you. after consistently holding it in all day it felt almost therapeutic to let it go, though, and once he sat you down and your cries calmed into little hiccups and gasps you could feel the weight of the day sliding off you in languid, heavy waves. every once in a while his thumb would pass over your cheek to catch a stray tear, or you’d feel his mouth press to the side of your head, as if he wanted to make sure you knew he was still there, sitting with you — he never asked another question, never bothered to shush you, simply allowing you to get it all out until you couldn’t cry anymore. and, by the time you did finally stop, he smiled at you like your eyes weren’t puffy and your nose wasn’t running and your make-up wasn’t streaked all over the place — he smiled like it was his first time seeing you walk through the door, like he’d been missing you all day, like he didn’t mind all the mess. there’s no ‘ do you feel better, now? ’, no ‘ get it all out? ’, no trying to cheer you up and simply move past this, just the serene calm that washes over you when he brushes your hair back and kisses your forehead one more time. ❝ how does a bath sound? you can soak the day off, and dinner should be finished by the time you get out. come on — i’ll start it for you. ❞

yoongi tried not to take it too personally when your response to him showing up at your place was dismissive and almost tired, brushing it off as you simply being exhausted from working so much lately. he even chalks up the way you grumble to yourself while in the kitchen to mere fatigue, opting to hover in the doorway rather than get in your way as you seemingly argue with the vegetables and scowl at the seasonings. it isn’t until a certain scent hits his nose that he actually makes his way into the warzone, sniffing all the way up to the undeniable source before noting it as blatantly as possible: ❝ you burnt the rice. ❞ when his gaze moves from the mess inside the pot to your face he expects to see that glare fixated on him, but instead is met with you covering your mouth and turning away as soon as you notice he’s looking at you. a strange reaction to say the least, but then you were never exactly normal by any means, and it’s another thing he’s willing to excuse away until he sees the way your shoulder trembles and your breath shudders out of you, choking halfway out. it takes all of five seconds to realize what’s happening, before he’s rushing towards you with all the intent to make it stop and no real idea how. the first words that clumsily tumble out of his mouth are: ❝ it’s not that bad, ❞ but when your immediate response is a choked ❝ it’s not that, ❞ his shoulders are slumping a little further and his brows furrowing even tighter. he doesn’t try to assume what’s got you upset, aware of the fact that you’ll tell him sooner or later and that it takes more than an educated guess to understand. instead, he opts for taking you into his arms and shushing you, holding you as close as he can without completely suffocating you. yoongi has never been the best with affection, but he’s certainly not the worst, either — this shows, now, with the way his hand cradles the back of your head and leans it on his shoulder, and how he says nothing when he feels your tears soaking into the material of his shirt and hitting his skin. it isn’t the first time you’ve cried in front of yoongi, and yet you still feel ashamed through the tears and the sobs and the whimpers — clutching onto the material of his shirt, you try to stand up straight, to get yourself together, but your knees are weak and you’re so tired and all you can do is lean against him and apologize, because what else is there to do? ❝ i’m sorry — ❞ you start, but he doesn’t let you finish, quieting your weak, trembling voice with a strong: ❝ don’t be. just let it out. ❞ and, you swear he holds you a little tighter, pulls you a little closer, before you’re wrapped entirely in him.

❝ hey, babe! ❞ hoseok’s cheery voice on the other side of the phone line is almost enough to lift your spirits right away, and you almost feel as if he knew you weren’t feeling like yourself — he always seems to call when things start to look gloomy, especially when he couldn’t be there — the thought bringing a little smile to your face. ❝ hey, hobi, ❞ comes your exhausted greeting, spoken on a heavy sigh ( he’s always done that to you, dragged the air right out of you somehow, like a simple breath could knock away the weight of the world, like he has the right to steal your breath away ). ❝ what’s up? ❞ you exchange your usual conversation collectively recounting all the little steps of your day, odd chatter in the background of his end filling the silence between words and your solemn breathing, all as you prepare your dinner and buzz about your kitchen. another thing you loved about him; he listened to anything you had to say, soaking it all in like a sponge and relishing in it, all because he couldn’t be there with you to experience it all firsthand — it’s second best to the real thing, but it’s enough. it isn’t until you accidentally swipe your hand over the counter in a grand display to what you were explaining that conversation stops mid-sentence and he’s left questioning you as to why you’ve gone quiet — you say nothing, already feeling your throat closing up at the sight before you begins swimming in a blend of color and shapes as tears fill your eyes. food — the last of the food you have in your house — is now all over the floor and painting the sides of your counters, and you swear you see a crack in the side of the bowl you had put it all in. all hoseok gets is a quiet chanting of ‘ no, no, no, no, ’ and more questions than answers. sure, it was cheap food and the bowl was plastic, but you were looking forward to finally sitting down and enjoying something today, and yet it seems the divines have other plans. ❝ what happened? are you okay? ❞ ❝ no, ❞ you whine, voice now clouded and thick with the frustration and despair that had built a home in your chest and decided to, apparently, live there. his chest aches, too, when he hears the way you whimper helplessly into the phone. ❝ my dinner is all over the floor and i have nothing else to eat and the bowl is broken and it’s everywhere and — ❞ ❝ okay! okay, hey, breathe, ❞ it’s all he can do to cut you off, evening out his own breathing and listening for yours to do the same. ❝ it’s okay. it’s just food, right? you didn’t get hurt? ❞ waiting again to hear your affirmation, the smallest of smiles worms its way onto his face — god, you could be wailing at the top of your lungs, and he’d still think you’re cute. ❝ i’ve got an idea — can you wait to clean it up? ❞ ❝ yeah, i guess... ❞ you sniffle, wiping away the few stray tears that escaped your eyes in the midst of your despair. ❝ why? ❞ ❝ 'cause i’m coming over to help! ❞ he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you can just hear the door close behind him as he saunters out into the world, on his way to find you. ❝ and, i’m bringing pizza. unlock your door for me, okay? ❞

a sudden gasp and a yelped ‘ no, please don’t — ! ’ from the other room is enough to get namjoon up and out of the professional stupor he’d been in for the last three hours, finally leaving his pen and paper behind for the sake of whatever you’d gotten yourself into this time. he’s prepared for something spilled or something ripped or perhaps something broken, but what he isn’t prepared for is to see you standing over something spilled, ripped and broken with tears in your eyes. your latest book, one you’d been particularly excited about reading, lay at your feet with the pages soaked through with juice you’d left sitting on the side, words bleeding out into the paper and smearing, one page even half-torn and dangling just past the rest. in an effort to save it, you’d grabbed the closest thing available — which ended up being one of your shirts from the day before — and began desperately pressing it to the pages in order to soak some of the mess up. it did very little, and only caused you to get more frustrated, which ended up in another influx of tears. ❝ hey, babe, it’s okay, ❞ namjoon’s soothing voice washes over you as he steps farther into the room, causing you to finally look up from the disaster before you. ❝ i can buy you a new one, alright? please don’t cry over it. ❞ his words drip with honey, sugared in sympathy and a level of care that only he can produce, just as his hands reach out to wipe away the freshest of your tears as they trail hotly down your cheeks. ❝ it’s not just the book, ❞ you start, lip quivering — his heart breaks a little at the sight of it. ❝ everything’s been going wrong today. everything. ❞

it’s impossible to imagine how frustrated you must be just by your words alone, but he’s got a pretty good idea — he’s well acquainted with the sentiment, knowing far too well how it feels to have everything seemingly out of your control, crashing down around you and swallowing you up in the aftermath. watching as you spare another glance at the mess that is your destroyed book and seeing the way your shoulders sag in defeat, he spares one last glance himself at the door he’d walked through only moments before and sets his mouth in a hard-line; work can wait, he decides. ❝ well, we can’t go wrong with takeout, right? ❞ a smile alights his face when you shrug in response, nodding shortly after. ❝ how about we call some food in and just chill out for the night? we can... watch some movies or something. something with a happy ending. how does that sound? ❞ his smile only grows when you notices your own slowly bringing itself to life on the deadened features you’d taken to, just as you reach up to swipe away the last of the evidence of your minor breakdown. you glow, again ( at least, in his eyes ). ❝ yeah... that sounds perfect. ❞

you’ve held it in all day, expertly avoided questions like ‘ hey, are you okay? ’ and smiled every time someone got a little too close to seeing through your facade. it took all the willpower you had to not either leave or breakdown in the bathroom, already beyond frustrated with most everything going on — it didn’t help that nothing seemed to go your way, everything that could go wrong was and absolutely no one seemed to care but you. because of all this, you can’t help the relief that washes over you when you’re standing in front of your front door, knowing that beyond lay not only a bottle of wine and a cozy bed, but also your loving boyfriend. ❝ jimin? ❞ you call out as you shut it behind you, unable to help yourself from seeking him out almost immediately. getting a soft ‘ back here! ’ in return, you begin trailing to the back of your shared apartment, a little smile beginning to bloom on your lips as the comfortable silence in the house lapses over everything else and peace surrounded you. you’re no longer paying attention to what room you enter or how your body swerves around different corners, only aware of the fact that he’d be waiting there with open arms and that dazzling smile of his at the end. it isn’t until your feet hit the cold tile floor of your bathroom that you stop to notice the walls that encase you and, in turn, the divine scene set before you. candles were precariously placed on all the places they’d fit ( one balanced on the sink, on the back of the toilet, two on the thin rims of the bathtub, even one on the floor ), water was filled to the brim of the tiny tub with petals delicately scattered over the surface and a pleasant aroma filled the air — cinnamon and sugar and sweet almond, a soft blend that hits you just as your eyes settle on the man you’d been waiting hours to see. ❝ what is all of this? ❞ you ask, and he doesn’t seem to notice the tremble in your voice right away, instead smiling sheepishly in return and averting his gaze nervously. ❝ well, you texted me that you weren’t feeling well, and you always do this sort of thing for me when i’m not feeling my best, so... ❞ when all he gets in silence in return he finally forces himself to look at you and gauge your reaction, as, for some reason beyond him, he was utterly terrified to see what it was. did he do too much? too little? did he mess something up? the horror only doubled when he saw you covering your mouth and tears springing to your eyes, threatening to flow freely any moment — the candles flickered against them, alighted them and gived them a glow, and suddenly all he wanted to do was snuff them out. despite the fear and anxiety, he rushes to you within an instant and hovers just outside of touching you for fear of provoking you further: ❝ ah! did i do something wrong? i didn’t mean to make you cry! ❞ ❝ no, ❞ you manage to choke out, one hand shooting out to balance yourself on his bicep, squeezing and trying to ground yourself; eventually, you have no choice but to shut your eyes and let the tears fall from your lashes. ❝ it’s nothing you did. this is — this is wonderful, jimin, thank you. ❞ the fear dissolves as your words spill as clumsily from your lips as your tears from your eyes, but the anxiety remains nuzzled into his chest, just as you do a moment later. this time, without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you and supports your weight as you try to calm yourself down, reign yourself in, and when you fail to do even that. ❝ did something happen at work today? ❞ ❝ something like that, ❞ comes your weak response. ❝ i’m sorry, jimin. you must’ve worked really hard to do all of this, and yet i’m... ❞ ❝ it’s okay, ❞ his voice is so sweet, so soft, whispered right into your ear, warming your skin. ❝ you know i don’t mind. besides, you can still enjoy it, right? ❞ sinking into his arms and filling your lungs with air ( and, in turn, the scent he’d chosen ), you allow your heart to settle in your chest and the tears to slow, the ache in your head subsiding — how did you ever get to be so lucky? ❝ can... we enjoy it? ❞ a chuckle is your immediate response, before he’s kissing the top of your head and smoothing his hands down your sides — he takes his time sliding his fingertips beneath the hem of your shirt and lifting it just as slowly, caressing the dip of your hip and the curve of your waist as he does so, and the rest of your clothes are slipped off all in the same way: ❝ i’d like that. ❞

water thoroughly soaks through the material of your clothing and the chill that comes with it sinks into your skin and aches in your bones, all of which cause you to tremble and shake. you can see no sign of the rain stopping anytime soon, and all you can think is how this is the perfect ending to the worst sort of day — it can’t get any worse, you mock yourself in your head. now all i can do is look up! right. you couldn’t look up if you wanted to at the moment, unless you wanted to drown, both physically ( which you know isn’t exactly possible, but after considering your luck for the day you decide not to take the risk ) and metaphorically. the noise of water hitting concrete drowned out your groans and little whimpers, the cold coaxing them out of you over and over, until you weren’t sure you knew how to make any other sound. thankfully, you managed to find an overhanging roof that you could tuck yourself under, but every so often the wind would blow the rain onto you anyway, and it dripped incessantly from above, soaking into your hair. without truly realizing it, you begin to tear up, salt mingling with the fresh water clinging to your form — it isn’t until you feel the warmth racing down your cheek and cooling by the time it drips off your chin that you truly realize. it made sense, after a day like this — it seemed no matter how hard you worked things wouldn’t go right, and you could see the annoyance in your co-workers eyes every single time you messed up even slightly, until you couldn’t bare to look them in the eye anymore. those you were helping never seemed to be satisfied, and your help seemed to just add to their problems, until you tried to hang back and interact as little as possible. eventually, this all added up to you getting yelled at and reprimanded for things you couldn’t really help, which, although it wasn’t your breaking point, it was pretty damn close. and, if that weren’t enough, you were looking forward to finally going home and being able to relax, maybe grab a glass of that good wine you’ve been waiting to serve and take a hot bath, until even that was taken from you as soon as you stepped up to the exit. you could feel the cold from the other side of the glass, and you tried to prepare yourself, you really did, but the walk back home was far too long for weather like this. still, you had no other choice. it is, afterall, how you got here. the world around you seems bleak, without life and color, and the sheer loneliness of it has you clutching at yourself in order to ground yourself — the feeling brings you back to the real world just enough for you to shove your hand into your bag and rummage around in order to find your phone, finally resorting to your last option. when the line clicks and you hear him shuffling around, you don’t even give him a chance to say ‘ hello? ’: ❝ tae? ❞ ❝ y/n? is everything okay? ❞ ❝ if ‘ okay ’ is being drenched and freezing, then yes, ❞ you try to reply smoothly, but you’re certain he can hear the tremble in your voice. ❝ are you, by any chance, busy? ❞ ❝ too busy to come pick you up? no, ❞ his reply is smooth, though, and it eases you just a little. ❝ send me your location. ❞ waiting there for him seems to take forever, and the lonely streets only get lonelier and lonelier the longer you’re left standing there, by yourself, anticipating everything and nothing all at once. you find yourself thinking things like ‘ what if he doesn’t come? ’ and ‘ what if he forgets? ’ despite knowing he’d never do such a thing. and, you thought you were crying before, but the relief that washes over you when you finally spot taehyung’s car is enough to bring it all back, your lip trembling and your eyes stinging. it’s damn near overwhelming, how it forces the air out of your lungs and has you clutching ever tighter to yourself. it doesn't get bad, though, until you actually see him stepping out of the car, your eyes immediately meeting through the thick curtain of water dividing you. with an umbrella in hand and his destination seemingly nothing but you, you get all choked up and practically run to him when he’s close enough. the umbrella just barely shields you both from the onslaught of rain, but it’s enough to get you both in the car, his clothes, for the most part, unscathed. and, in the immense relief comes even more as you feel the hot air coming out of the car, momentarily blinding you to the fact that you’re still crying. it was impossible to stop yourself, to shut it all down, and by the time you’re trying to simply it and the evidence of the torrential downpour off your cheeks, he notices. ❝ bad day? ❞ he asks, reaching out far enough to lay a hand over your thigh, squeezing. ❝ yeah, ❞ you breathe. ❝ the worst. i’m sorry for taking you away from whatever you were doing, though. ❞ ❝ don’t be — i didn’t even know it was raining until you called, otherwise i would’ve come to pick you up at work. ❞ not once today has someone said ‘ don’t be ’ to you today when you apologized, not once have they showed you sympathy, and not once have they shown you care. that is the final straw. ❝ thank you, ❞ you start, eyes watering and mouth turned up into the softest, shakiest smile. he only looks at you briefly, trying to keep his attention fixated on the road, but whatever he manages to see is enough to make him frown. ❝ thank you, taehyung. ❞ ❝ thank me when we get back to the dorms, ❞ comes his curt reply, another swift squeeze on your thigh stopping you from saying otherwise or arguing with his decision. ❝ they’re closer, and i don’t want you getting sick from staying in those clothes. this project shouldn't’ take much longer, anyway, so i should be able to spend some time with you tonight. we can... order take-out, and just sit around or watch a movie or something. how does that sound? ❞ ❝ sounds like the best thing i’ve heard all day. ❞

among the top of the list of things you love about jungkook is his spirited, competitive mentality that always seemed to push him to do his best in anything and everything — it was one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place, one of those things you find endearing ( most people look at you weird for that, but you don’t mind ), and something you deal well with. sure, you might get a little competitive yourself, but it didn’t seem to matter who really won to you when you were with him. whether you won or lost you got something out of it, whether it be his cute pout or his beautiful smile. this is why, after you got home and he could practically see the stress rolling off you in tangible waves, then proceeded to offer to play you on your favorite video game you couldn’t see it going wrong. a perfect way to unwind after a long day and vent your frustrations, right? wrong. every time you got your score beat and your ass virtually kicked it just seemed like a repeat of the whole day — you couldn’t do anything right, the buttons weren’t working the way they were supposed to and you just kept failing. you couldn’t even win one time! not once! just as quickly as the frustration had melted away when you stepped through the front door, it seemed to return just as fast the longer you stared at that damn screen, the bright colors and lively music taunting you. where his usual little whoops of triumph and victory dance might’ve warmed you on a normal day, today they only set the feeling in stone and weighed down on your shoulders like absolutely everything else. it isn’t until he wins for the tenth time that you really start to feel it, though, that overwhelming and suffocating sort of frustration that makes your chest ache and your head hurt and everything in you tense at the sensation of it. the controller protested with a subtle crackling noise as your hands tightened around it, and it was all you could do to simply look away and clench your jaw. i will not cry over this, you chant in your head. i will not cry over this. no matter of trying to convince yourself would work, though, as even though your eyes are closed you can feel the tears building up behind your lids. the heat of them is overwhelming, burning their way past your lashes and trailing down your cheeks before you can even try to stop them. ❝ babe? ❞ jungkook breaks you from your inner turmoil, just as he’s leaning close to you to get a glimpse of your expression, but can’t quite reach that far. ❝ you’re not really that mad about losing, are you? ❞ it’s all you can offer, a shake of your head instead of words that come out on a shaky breath and crack halfway up your throat, so weak in tone that you just feel that much more worthless. you know he can hear it anyway, that he knows, that you’re not hiding it as well as you would’ve liked to. ❝ babe? ❞ he asks once again, his question now soft and tender and so, so aware. ❝ are you... are you crying? ❞ there’s no need to look at him to know his mouth is turned down and his brows are pinched together, and there’s no need for him to see your face when he already knows tears are marring it all the way down your cheeks. suddenly, though, he’s moving from his seat to stand in front of you, his controller tumbling from his lap and clattering to the floor — the noise has your eyes popping open, only to see him standing there, looking at you with those big, worry-filled eyes. the sympathy is damn near tangible, rolling off of him in thick, languid waves that wash over you until you’re crying all over again. ❝ i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ it’s not you, ❞ you start, assuring him of your words with a squeeze to his bicep. ❝ today has just been — ❞ the words get caught in your throat just from remembering it all, leading to you momentarily choking on them. ❝ nothing’s been going right, i kept messing up at work, i can’t even do this right, and it’s making me feel so — so worthless. ❞ he never knows what to do in these situations, can never think of the right thing to say, too caught up in the fact that you’re hurting to think of anything else. the best thing he can do is run his hand down the length of your arm until he can lace his fingers together with yours, holding on to you as tight as he can in hopes of grounding you here, with him. ❝ you know i’m not... good at this sort of thing, but is there anything i can do? ❞ it takes you moment to think about it, but the idea comes quickly enough: ❝ could we maybe just... lay down for a bit? ❞ the idea of being all wrapped up in him is almost as therapeutic as the real thing, and you can feel your heart slowing down at just the thought — even if it’s just being close to him, or the smell of him, or his heat radiating against your side you feel calm instantaneously. ❝ yeah, of course, but are you sure you want me there? i just made you cry. ❞ ❝ it wasn’t you, ❞ you remind him, squeezing his hand right back. ❝ i couldn’t think of anything else today, other than coming home to you. being near you, it... it helps me. you help me. ❞ a sheepish smile works its way onto his lips, and he’s finally looking like himself again — worry is still evident on his features, but it’s become dim and overwhelmed by the joy now twinkling in his eyes from your words. ❝ let’s go, then, ❞ he replies, taking to picking you up straight out of your seat and depositing you into his arms, holding you close to him even when your squirming and exclamation of ‘ kookie! ’ says you can walk perfectly fine on your own. ❝ what? we’ll get there faster like this! ❞ ( and, despite your pushing at his chest and adamant wiggling, a smile has bloomed upon your face and your tears have begun to dry, that renewed twinkle reflecting in your eyes as well. )

#reactions.#requests.#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts reacts to #bts reader insert #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #they all came out so cute :(

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lenin-it-to-win-it · 6 years

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“this isnt a herem anime u fucken weebs”

summary: toshi gets injured and drama ensues when nighteye, naomasa, hizashi, and aizawa all show up to fuck him! who shall win his affections (and 8 foot thundercock) in the end? find out on this episode of “its almost 2 in the fucking morning i have class in 6 hours what the fuck am i doing”

notes: i decided to write this bc i thought naomasa and nighteye arguing over all might would be a Dank Meme and then i added mic and aizawa to make it a proper HaremTM, im dedicating this to @motojirou-kajii bc rose is literally the only reason i have the slightest interest in nighteye so congrats u are INDIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS HEAP OF SIN HOPE U LIKE IT FUCKO

***************************************************************************************all mite had broekn much of his limbs and ruptured all 3 of the orgens he had left so it was basically like any other day in his miserble life.

he was sad and loenly and even tho his arms were 8 feet long neither could reach his mightey montser cock that wuz also 8 feet long ;)).

“what a sad day this is for me, ALL MIGHT TM” he saed sadly. he coffed up blood and sighed sighfully. “if only ther was a nubile young man who could bring me confort,,”

sir niteeye crawled out from underneath the couch where he had been hiding for totally legitiemet, not secretly jacking his dick to all mights despare, reasons.

“sir nite ey” said toshinori weakly.

nihteye gently slapped toshinorys ass. “good nighteye. sleep tighteye.”

toshinori laghed. “dont let the bedbugs,,, biteeye?”

“nice fuckin going dr. genius u ruined the joke u stupid idiot” nighteye snapped angrely. “it was perfect but u pushed it 3 far and now its ruined 5ever. ur beating that dead horse harder than i beat my meat when i think of your grate jiggling jugs in that slutty little spandex onesie u run around in”

“not aneymor” toshinori cried as teers ran down his face. “my slutty dayz are over. now im just a sad old man. no mor spandex onsesies for me- only” his face scrunched up as he wept mournfully. “TASTEFUL TROUSERS AND LOOSE TURTLENECKS OH NGHTEYE WHAT IS MY LIEF BECONE??? I WISH I WER THE DED!!1”

nightey wipped out his two inch dick and bithc-slapped the sympol of peace across his fuckin face iwth it. “TOSHi YYou INgoRENT SlUT stop being EMO this isnt 2004 that shits not cute anymore fam”

toshi kept rcrying but now they were happey teers. “relly bro?? u think wer fam???”

nighteyey started wackin his ween. “o fuck ye dude, ur like my fuckably non-blood related older brother that id 10/10 would bang”

all mite opened his moth like he mIGHT (GET IT?!!??!1?) say words but befor that cold hapdlen, the door SLAMMED OPEN and nowmasa walked in.

“helo toshi my bff forever with whom i am best friends forever” he said, friendily. “i hav come to take care of u, my friEND!”

“NAO-NAO-CHAN!” toshi exclamed happely, his cockanoodledoo swellign up to the size of 3 lebron jameses with joy and knocking kniteey out the fuckin window. “MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER!!!!1! YOURE MY FRIEND AND I LOV U!!!”

“I LOV U TOO!!1” naomasa replied with much gaynes on his ordinary face.

“um E XC USUEE uuU!” niteeye saed angrielty as he crowled in thru the window, picking sticks out of his hare (sadly he left the stick up his ass). “TOshI who is this?!???”

“i could ask the SAME QUESTION!!” naomasma yelled with his boring eyes narrowing suspeciously. “toshi, who is this OTHER MAN??? is ther somethign u would liek to ExpLAnE?”

t0shi sweated nervsouly. “nao nao chan this is., um,, he,s,”

“IM NITEEYE” nighteye snapped, doing the anime glasses thing with his glasses. “his sidekiCk”

“ex sidekick” toshi added

“well iMM naomasa, his CURRENT best friend!” naomasa replied crossing his unremarkable arms.

“well ur currently abotu to get ur ass beAT u fuCKEN NORMIE” nighteye shouted threateningly as he flexed he collectiv 2 miligrams of muscle he had on his entire bodey.

“NORMIES REEE” shreiekd a fmailiar voice from the door which was still oepn.

“HIBACHI YAMDADDY???” nighteye roared, territorially draping his penis across toshinorys eyeball. “what teh abosulte Fuc K are u doign here you cheap hore???”

“excus u fucko im am NOt chEEP!” hizashy yelled igdignatly. “u can ask showta, it costs at LEAST three dollers to insrert ping pong balls up my ass! FOUR dolers if u wanna snort cockaeine off my stank tiddys.” hizashi lowered his voice shamefully. “the cokane isnt reel tho, its the powedery suger thing from like, pixy sticks. i cut open and shitlod of pixy sticks and sprinkle the sugar on my tiddys and predent its cocaine. MY LIFE IS A LIE!!!!”

“take ur fake tits and ur fake cocaein and your FAKE ASS KMART WEAVE AND GET YOUR SKANK ASS GONE, BITCH!” naomasa shrieked, taking out a fucking glock that he had bc he was a PolicemenTM and shoting hizasy in the dickhole.

hizashy bled 2 death on the flor but other than that he wuz fine. ‘wat are all u beta cucks doing her?? i thot this was all mitgh-senpais house not an incel convention”

“IM here taking care of super dady so he’ll repay me with the secks!” nighetye proclaimed proudly. “idk wat HES doing heer” he added pointing at naowmasa.

“Im supoorting my best friend you nutless heap of used scrotumz!” naomasa replied upsettedly. “bc im a GOOd PERson and I c ARE”

“how du u even KNOw ur best friends?” niteye asked snottily. “mayebe IM hi best friend!1”

“fat chance bozo!” naomaasa laffed as he tore off his plain white shirt revealign his chest wich was totally unremarkable except the tatto ritten in comick sanz that sed “ALL MIGHTES BEST FRIEND FORVER, LUV ALL MITE PS. SIR NITEEYE CAN LICK A CHODE”

nighteye gasped, infurieted and only slightly aroused. “ya well wateVER” he snapped pissily. “its not like some piece of shit tattoo is legaly binding”

naomasa turned around. “THIS TATOO IS LEGALY BINDING, SIGNED THE FUCKIGN GOVERNMENT OF JAPANESE???” nigtheye yelled loudly, reading the rest of the tatoo. “wel maybe i dont CARE about the law! im a bad bitch FUCK THA POLICE!!!”

naomasa smirked “all might sure is”

toshinori paused what he was doing- chewing off his own arm to escape- long enuff ot nod and conferm this fact so the fact was almost as firm as nighteyes salty rage boner.

be4 nightey could kik naomasa in the eyebal, aizawa walked in. he wasnt werring clothes but his nakeed body was covered in hair and appelsauce so it was basicaly hthe same thign.

“sup toshy” he said unceremonsioulsly faceplanting onto toshis bony ass. “i herd u got injured. want som simpathy secks?”

“Not from YUO, u BIG DUM DOODOOHEAD!” hizashi shrieked, thrusting angriyl against aizawa. he tenderly inserted his weenie hut jr into aizawas mouth. “from us.”

“wher did this walking bag of stray pubes come from?” noamasa asked confusedly.

“straight from ur moms house, pissbaby!” azawa roared sexily. “ya, thats rite, idk who ur mom even is and i fucked her.”

“but rnt u gay??” naomasa asked confusedly

“nowmasa ur denser than a bowling ball made of other, heavier bowling balls” nighteye snapped frustratedly. “ thats the JOKE!!”

“ur sex lifes a joke” aizawa sed, flipping his slimy hare over his sholder. thre ded flies fell out.

“OH SHIT SON GET DUNKED ON” hizashi yelled proudly hi-5ving aizawa with his dick.

“WHY DONT U GO FUCK A CAT YOU GREASY CUMSOCK” nighteye screamed enragedly as all the vains in his silly time sexin snake popped open.

“been ther don that” aizawa sed flatly “wy dont u shov ur hand up ur ass and c if u can find anymore shit comebacks”

“oh snap” naomasa whispered quietly

“YOU SINGLE PEACE OF STALE WHITE BREAD I WIL KIL U WERHE U STAND” nigheye SHREKED as allstar by smashmouth stared playing on hziashys neck speeker.

“pls comrades do not fite over me” said toshinory sadly “violenc dosnt turn me on, im not endeovor”

“endevor is literally the fuckign worst thign to excist ever” naomasa agreed

“iv sen the minion porn hizashy jacks off to but i still agree” aizawa also aggred

“MINIONS WITH FAT TITS ARE HOTTER THAN NEDEVORS STEAMING NIPPLES WILL EVER BE!” mic agreedded impassionetly!

“it seems like we all agree” said nighteye agreebly.

every1 agred.

“c were not so differnt are we?” said toshinoriy, putting down his half gnawed arm “cant we all b firends?”

“or we coudl all FUCK” hizashi suggested eagerly

“yes, share my body for the glory of cummunism!” all mighte was happey to say

“this isnt a herem anime u sack of shit weebs” ngihteye replied disgustedly

“wat about,,.” hizashy pulled down his pants reveelign the sord art online tato of kiritows face he got on his asscheek in the 4th grade “NOW”

nighteyse night eyes welled up with teers. “oh ddady,,” he tore off his shrit to show the tato of asunas face he had on his left boob “TAKE ME NOW”

they all fukced and toshinory coghed up blod multiple times, hizashy was mssing at least 40 percent of his penis, nighteye kept calling toshy “daddy”, naomasa responded to 3 calls from the polece station mid-nut, and they all got rugburn from aizawas big ol donkey dick the end

#bnha #here come dat fic o shit waddup #i spent like #two hours on this

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monsterpie · 6 years

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howliday special thoughts

i finally got around to watching it!!! only a few hours late, lol

anyways, assorted thoughts and stuff under the cut!

i kind of have trouble believing not a single monster knows about presents? like did they just never give/get presents or...?

i guess im nitpicking, but i also have trouble believing there is no monster holidays at all? like not even any celebrated by a particular race of monsters? i dont know, its just... seeing how many different types of monsters there are, it seems a bit... improbable... (also, wasn’t that collector Abbey doll supposed to be from the reboot era? wasn’t she celebrating something?)

what was the little blue new student at the beginning... looked like some sort of bug... im going to guess a fairy?

toralei’s concept of a holiday is spot on......

oh no... food might fall on gob... aka the monster that literally eats food... the monster who ate trash out of a trash truck.... the monster who is literally made of some semi permeable liquid which allows him to absorb anything he wants to absord.... how would he ever have gotten out of that situation...

gil found dead in miami

how much water was in his tank if he flooded the entire lobby with at least three feet of water (presumably? considering where it was at on the doorway)

“IM SORRY YOUR HOWLIDAY WAS TOO WEAK TO WITHSTAND YOUR ICE FISH BOY” EHGLWIEHGGWEHGEW I LOVE ABBEY

O MAN THERES A SKULLETTE

IM ACTUALLY REALLY HAPPY TO SEE IT

ITS THE WOLF KIDS

i like that cleo realized how to tell when frankie’s lying.... it was kinda cute, kinda like ‘aw they are friends even tho they don’t have much in the way of important interactions thus far in the reboot’

lets go graverob a child’s grave

well at least now we know how to pronounce alivia

frankie and alivia are already adorable and im so glad

cleo’s poses are so cute omg

alivia’s eyes are blue and not heterochromatic

@mattel get your story straight

what if alivia does like scinece but she needs time.... shes basically a newborn, scince is literally in her blood, so shes looking to branch out a bit...

LET GHOULIA COME BACK SO FRANKIE AND SHE CAN TALK ABOUT SCIENCE

there’s deuce’s band... but wheres woolie....

WOOLIE HAS BEEN MISSING FOR LIKE. ALL OF THE GHOUL SQUAD WEBISODES. WHERE IS SHE.

as far as i remember it monster high was situated back in the woods with no direct road to normie town.... it was probably a couple of miles from normie town as well.... why did they build a road that connects straight to the main road and not even build a fence to stop trespassers....

MAKE A POTATO BATTERY

parade floats cant spin that fast without flipping over

“whered you get all this talent?” “you made me, so it obviously came from you!” THATS SO SWEET IM DYING

gob is glue... glub?

abbey is so good at snow im love her

seriously i never realized how much i loved abbey until this special which is, frankly, shocking and also sad

that looks like a doggy bowl that mom wolf is sipping out of

i hope those arent the $1000 icoffins (lol)

can the pups not talk or do they just prefer barking

hc that barker actually has pink hair bc he got into some of his moms or clawdeens crafting supplies and they accidentally temporarily dyed his hair pink

euorgehgpergpeaph;eajrhijoerag clawdeen sounds downright murderous when she sasys “let’s play in the snow’ and honestly thats just how siblings are tbqh

they should really include abbey on their team.... she couldnt hit all the pups in one throw.... and build a snow shield....

THeyRE USING HIM AS A BATTERING RAM

WHO GAVe THEM SHOVELS DRUMS AND GRAPPLING HOOKS

even if they lost the snowball games, would the pups not have tired themselves out enough to willingly go to bed anyway??

i mean it makes sense the pups arent listening to her since clawdeen isnt the alpha....

well i was right about the pups....

draculauras comforter is so cute omg

frankie and lala are sharing a bed bc theyre dating

NO TTHAT MUCH CHILI PEPPER DEUCE

ok but the bone bros’ hug was so darn cute

there is literally no way theres that many students that go to monster high,

dpeaking of which WHEre IS MOANICA DID THEY FINALLY SUSPEND HER

abbey just freezing the pups to the float is KILLING ME

ah yes, catty singing instead of ari... just how it should be

fangelica should know better than to fly to normie town....

this normie girl... is terrifying...

batterina is a good name.... how has nobody made an oc with that name

is fangelica younger or older than lala, canonically? i cant remember

“theyre nothing... but bones and bones” leajhrbalejkrhb;jaekrhaer

“hi dad!” THATS SO CUTE, LET FANGELICA AND DRACULA HAVE MORE FATHER DAUGHTER INTERACTIONS

HOW did the little normie girl even GET THERE

IT COULDNT HAVE BEEN THE MAPALOGUE COULD IT??? THE BANDAGES WERE NT ATTACHED TO CLEO, SO THEY WOULDNT HAVE TRANSPORTED WITH HER, S OTHEY WOULDNT HAVE BROUGHT THE LITTLE GIRL ALONG

SO HOW DID SHE EVEN GET THERE

WHAT THE HECK

since we never saw the little girl go back, guess what? now dracula has three daughters

new meme: dracula keeps getting children

i mean thats literally the entire plot anyway right?

every student at that school is unofficially his new child

thanks dad

overall that was a super cute special!! there were a few loose ends, and a few things i didnt like, but overall it was super enjoyable and sweet!!!

#dont know if i should tag it or not but i might as well lol #monster high #mh #monsterhigh #mine

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mysticalfriends · 7 years

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Anon Asks: Pets

It’s under the cut for length reasons. I hope y’all enjoy this peek into our lives~ Thank you for asking anon! We all had a lot of fun writing this <3 Mod Vem

Us Mods’ Pets:

Vem - Oh dear, sweet nonny. You have no idea what you just asked. I have all sorts of pets in the house. The ones I claim are 3 cats and a snake. If you want to count the snake food, I’ve got another...7 mice in the freezer. Wow, that sounds really bad to people who don’t have special diet pets doesn’t it? I didn’t intend to have 3 cats either. There are stories for each of my cats, and I’d be happy to share but otherwise this is going to get unreasonably long. Their names are Neko, Drei, and Zuko, and they are all adorable. The snake is actually the oldest, and I actually never liked any names suggested, so she’s just ‘Snakey’. I got her when I was 12, and if you can guess how I got the names for my cats you can tell that I’m really bad at naming things. Thank you for asking, I love talking about my ‘non-human friends’! You give me smiles <3

Ro- Unlike everyone else, I’m forever alone and I have absolutely no pets. However, I do like to hang out with my friends cats and dogs, though they don’t live with me so I only see them about once or twice a week. Thanks for asking! <3

Rikyn: (I think I wrote too much, I just love talking about my cats) I love animals so much~! I have four cats. Fluffy is the eldest cat that all the others respect. She's a fluffy black cat, and she's treated like a true queen. My mom treats her like Jumin treats Elizabeth the 3rd. Then there's Princess. She was my older sister's cat, but she was unable to take care of her. Princess is my absolute favorite cat we've ever had. Her and I talk to each other through series of meows. She's also a black cat, but she's short haired. Next is Flower, she's the most gorgeous cat ever. She's a tortoise shell cat, and her fur and eyes are so pretty. She loves attention from everyone, even little kids. My sister found her on the streets of New York, but she couldn't keep her, so we took her in. Lastly, there's Lily. We found Lily on our porch almost two years ago. She was the runt of the litter, and her mom abandoned her. So, my older sister and I sat out on the porch and petted (is that a word?) her for hours. My mom knew that there was going to be a giant snow storm the next day, so we let her into the house. My mom and dad both have soft spots for her. It's so pure.

Jaenna: Nah, no pets (but I’d love one!) My mum’s allergic, so I can’t really. I have a solar panelled waving cat on my desk though, does that count? And actually, I did once have a rabbit named after Jake from the Tweenies and 2 gold fish named Ant and Dec.

Jelly- I love talking about my pets. I have two dogs, a lab mix named Luna and a beagle mix named Charlie. Luna loves attacking towels. We don't know why. She loves being in a car and driving around town with us, and it's adorable to see her reactions to other dogs and hoomans. Charlie isnt as playful, he'll attack Luna and they'll fight (playfully though) but he doesn't play with us often. He has separation anxiety so he whines a lot when my oldest brother is working. Next, we have two cats, Ming-Ming and Stripers. Ming is a Siamese mix. We're not too sure what else there is in her. She's the daughter of Stripers and loves being pet and loves playing. Stripers, on the other hand, is scared of us for some reason. Some days she's fine and will let us pet her, other days she runs away if we happen to step in the same area. We used to have more cats but they either died (;-;) or ran away. I used to own a cat named Rascal. He was my favourite animal to exist ever. But one day, after school, mom, my sister, and I were driving into the garage when Rascal ran straight into the tire. I cried for about four hours straight that day and we had a lil funeral and buried him. I didn't mean for this to become so sad haha. Thanks for the ask~

Sarin- ohhhh boy! A chance to talk about my pets~! I have two cats, and a horse! My oldest cat is Kitty Kinz. She’s sassy and fluffy, and loves to suckle on soft things for some reason? It’s adorable, but it’s also gross going to grab my robe and there’s a wet spot. My newest addition is named Cheeto. He kinda adopted us, in a way. He just started hanging around our house earlier this year, maybe around March, and as he was skinny, we fed him. It took a while, but we were eventually were able to get close and pet him (he’s very cuddly!), just don’t pick him up, lol. Now, for my dog horse Mija! I got her about 8 years. I got her when she was 2. We both learned together, and she is my baby girl. She follows me around like a dog and gets super jealous when I work with other horses. She was abused, and I’m not going to get into it here (its a super long story), but if you are curious you can pm me on my personal blog and I will certainly tell you more!

Saemoni: I have an old dog, his name is Tito (I named him like that). He’s been with me ever since I was 6 years old (a lot of years), I got him after moving to the city where I live in. He’s a beagle, doesn’t know how to behave (still love him), and he’s blind, he’s been blind for about 3 years? Doctor said it was because it’s something common in beagles, so it’s no problem. I haven’t been with him a lot recently because I have so much HW and other activities, but I love bathing him and playing a bit (he gets tired pretty easily because he’s old). He barks at night, worst time ever, I always tell him to quiet down, but I can only get him to do that if I stay with him for a few minutes and let him sleep in (I usually leave him out in my garden because he prefers it, and it’s common to do that here where I live), but if it’s raining or really cold I let him sleep in the kitchen or in a bathroom my family and I don’t use. He’s my only pet, but I want a cat hehehe, I won’t buy one soon because my dog gets jealous pretty easily and also because it would be too much for me to take care of two pets.

Rion - So I have 4 pets. 1 dog, her name is Daisy and she’s an English Springer Spaniel who is a complete moron. She will cry if she can’t be a little spoon at night time and runs into doors on a daily basis. Then theres the 3 cats. Nala who is our Bengal, she likes to escape from the living room and hide in cupboards, yelling when we have to put her away. She jumps onto my shoulders automatically when I enter the living room and she only does it for me. She’s also a show cat, we have pedigree papers and sometimes take her to local showings. We have Ash who’s a British Shorthair, he’s super chill and quiet. He literally purrs when someone enters the room. Then there’s Denzel, we adopted him from a family friend as their toddler was really bad with him, he is so food orientated and yells when you take food away to refill the bowl.

#anon asks #pets #Mod Vem #ask the mods

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robinhoodrevisited · 7 years

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Escapes Aplenty (pt.2)

Locksley Manor. Main room. (Gisborne sits at the table and pours water into a goblet while chewing. Isabella comes downstairs.) Isabella: (Shakes her head:) “I never could wake up before you. How did you sleep?” Gisborne: (Picks up the goblet.) “With one eye open.” Isabella: (Chuckles, pulling out a chair.) “If we’re going to work together, we must learn to lower our guard. (A maid sets a box on the table. Isabella sees the cut on the back of Gisborne’s left hand. She inhales sharply.) Looks painful.” Gisborne: (Flexes his hand.) “It’s a scratch. I’ll be fine.” Isabella: (Gently:) “Here.” (Isabella holds her hand out, palm up. Gisborne looks at it as the maid goes upstairs. He relaxes and puts his hand in hers.) Gisborne: “So... (Isabella examines his cut.) How are we going to convince the Prince to step aside?" (Gisborne drinks as Isabella reaches for a bowl and picks up a cloth. She sighs.) Isabella: “I’ve decided to speak to him for you. Tell him you have proof against him that will make it impossible for Prince John to take the throne. On one condition. (Gisborne looks up. Isabella looks at him.) I need you to apologise.” Gisborne: (Puzzled:) “Apologise? (Looks away briey, frowns.) What for?” Isabella: “You know what for.” Gisborne: (Shakes his head in disbelief:) “Isabella, you tried to have me executed, I’d say we were even. (Looks to her:) Very well. (Clears his throat:) Had I not arranged your marriage, we would still be living in some godforsaken corner of France without a penny or acre to our name.” Isabella: “Better that than to have been with him. Besides, look what you’ve become.” Gisborne: “It is not my fault that you failed to make the best of your chance. (Isabella frowns and picks up a bottle from the box, thinking.) Speaking of chances, (Isabella pours a bit of the bottle’s contents onto Gisborne’s wound.) I say we work out exactly what it is you’re going to say to the Prince.” (Isabella replaces the bottle in the box and works the liquid into Gisborne’s cut with the cloth.) Isabella: “I was thinking... maybe I should just drug you and hand you in to him myself.“ Gisborne: “What?” (Isabella drops Gisborne’s hand and crosses her arms.) Isabella: “I was willing to forgive you, brother, once and for all... but you don’t deserve my absolution. (Gisborne looks disoriented, groans and tips the empty cup towards him to look inside.) Oh, no, no. It’s not your drink. (Gisborne looks up and Isabella shoves his hand away.) It’s your wound. (Gisborne’s head nods forward and he slumps to the table with a groan.) Straight into your bloodstream. (Isabella pulls Gisborne’s hair aside, then picks up the bottle as the maid comes downstairs.) Concentrated valerian root. (Gisborne’s head lies on the table, his face pale.) Enough to knock out a horse. I doubt Lord Sheridan would have thought of that one.” (Smiles.) Maid: “What about the Princess?” Isabella: (Looking down at her brother:) “Let her sleep in, she’s had a terrible shock. Besides, (Thinks:) until I know which horse to back, it’s always best to have options.”

Nettlestone. The edge of the village. (Robin runs in from the trees and into the doorway of the first building. Two horsemen, who were hot on his trail, gallop past him. Robin watches them go, then draws his sword. Sheridan peeks out from around the back of the same building, his sword out, and creeps forward.) Robin: (Mutters at the passing soldiers:) “Idiots. (The dog handler, with quiet dogs, follows Sheridan. Robin steps out from his hiding place, sees the horsemen are not stopping, and steps out into the village, appearing not to check behind him. Sheridan silently comes up from behind and starts to reach for the sack, but Robin senses he’s there, turns around and holds his sword at Sheridan’s throat, and Sheridan simultaneously does the same. They pause a moment, then Robin steps back. Sheridan comes down with his sword and Robin pushes it down with his. Sheridan spins around, Robin catches Sheridan’s free arm coming in for a punch and brings his sword under and up to push away Sheridan’s arm. The sack goes flying. The dogs growl, go to and sniff the bag. Sheridan and Robin hold their swords at each other’s throats again.) You taught them well.” Sheridan: “Better than you.” (Sheridan swings his sword over Robin’s head. Robin ducks, then stands up. They both point their swords at the other, ready. They circle each other. Robin spins his sword over his head; Sheridan copies. Sheridan spins and Robin does the same.)

Robin: “You taught me to love the King, not lie about him.” Sheridan: “I gave the King the best years of my life, and do you know what he gave me in return? (Sheridan stabs at Robin, Robin blocks and swings back; Sheridan blocks. Robin kicks and Sheridan blocks with his hand. Robin swings and Sheridan catches his arm and swings his sword around. Robin somehow blocks and twists Sheridan’s arm down, but Sheridan holds him firmly and puts his sword to Robin’s throat. Spitefully:) Retirement. Too old to train his knights, and good for nothing but looking after his jewellery!“ (Robin pulls himself free. They circle each other. Marian runs into the clearing, having heard the fighting.) Robin: (Points at Sheridan with his sword:) “He entrusted you with the crown because he loved you!” Sheridan: “Then why didn’t he keep me by his side?! (Sheridan steps forward and swings his sword overhead. Robin parries twice, blocks twice, then swings the sword over and across with Sheridan’s. Robin blocks, then Sheridan spins the sword behind his back to his left hand and swings across in front of him. Robin ducks. Sheridan swings with both hands from overhead. Robin kneels in front, holding his sword at both ends to block.) Is that the blow of an old man?” (Robin continues to hold his sword up a moment longer, then pulls it away and punches Sheridan’s chest, then swings his hilt into Sheridan’s chest again. The old man steps back, catching his balance and his breath.) Robin: “So that’s what this is about, is it? (Angrily:) You gave up on your country for your vanity, for your ego?!” Sheridan: “If the King cared about the country, he’d be here! But he isn’t!” (Sheridan charges Robin, who blocks and swings Sheridan’s sword aside. Robin shoves Sheridan’s shoulder. Sheridan falls on his back. Robin steps over him and puts his sword at his throat.) Robin: “Your time is past, old master.” Sheridan: “It still is my time. (Four crossbowmen and four swordsmen come out of the trees or from behind the building. Robin looks up at them and realises he is surrounded on all sides. Two swordsmen pull Robin off Sheridan.) Leave him! He’s mine. (Sheridan rolls over and sits up.) Just like the crown.” (Sheridan stands, out of breath, his sword out.) Marian: (Running Forward:) “Stop! (Holds her hands up and comes to a halt facing Sheridan.) Please, don’t kill him.” Sheridan: “Get out of the [roars, swiping his sword at her] way!” (Marian does not relent. Sheridan keeps walking forwards and she backwards.) Marian: “You’ll have to kill me first.” Robin: “Marian, don’t.” Sheridan: (Looking at her exasperated, not about to kill a woman, he lowers his sword. Breathlessly:) “Ah, Marian is it? (To Robin:) The girl you pined for every day of your training? (To Marian:) Well I can certainly understand how he felt, my dear. (To Robin:) Out of respect for a good student, I will not kill you. (Stronger:) But you shall never see England again! (to guards:) Take them to Hull, put them on a boat, one way. (to Robin:) Farewell, Locksley! (Sheridan nods to a guard who thumps Robin on the back of the head, knocking him out. to Marian:) Think of it as your honeymoon.” (Robin and Marian are dragged away, as Sheridan examines the crown.)

Locksley Manor. Ground floor bedchamber. (A maid comes into the room. Gisborne lies unconscious on the bed. He is gagged and his hands are tied over his head to a point on the wall. The maid walks around the bed to open the window, looks out, then turns to receive a punch to the face, knocking her out. Clarke grimaces and shakes her hand as she turns to free Gisborne.) Clarke: (Shaking him:) “Hey, come on, time to wake up. (Begins to untie his hand:) Some protector you are.” (She leans over to untie another knot and Gisborne’s eyes fly open.)

Sherwood Forest. (Two mounted guards lead Little John down the road. His hands are tied together and tethered to a horse’s saddle. They make their way slowly down the road. Will shadows them in the trees. When Little John looks his way, Allan comes out from behind a tree and mimes falling to Little John. Little John, full of resentment and anger, mouths back “What? No!” to him. Allan runs to keep up, and motions again, larger. Little John realises he’s not going to give up and rolls his eyes. He starts moaning in pain and stops. The rope pulls him to the ground.) Guard 1: “You!” (Dismounts.) Little John: “Oh, my leg.” Guard 1: “Get up now!” (Will runs ahead with a large stick for a weapon, intending to come up behind the second guard.) Little John: “My leg’s gone. You’ll have to carry me. (Pats his knee.) My leg.” Guard 1: “On your feet, I said!” (The guard pokes him with the sharp, pointed end of his banner.) Little John : “All right, all right, all right!” (Little John gets up. Guard 1 hits him on the back with the pole. Will hits Guard 2 with the stick and pulls him off his horse. Little John takes the pole from Guard 1 and punches him with his tied fists. Guard 2 takes Will’s feet out from under him, giving himself time to stand. They both get up. Guard 2 draws his sword and faces Will as Little John stabs the butt of the pole into Guard 1. Guard 2 brings down his sword. Will blocks with both hands on the stick, but then Guard 2 knocks it away with another blow. Will steps back from Guard 2’s first swing, ducks the second and comes up wrapping his arm around Guard 2’s neck, choking him as Little John surges forward and stabs him with the banner point. Will throws Guard 2 aside, then holds his hands out at Little John.) Allan: (Running over:) “Nice work, lads.” (Little John drops the banner.) Little John: (Allan unties Little John’s hands.) “What are you doing? Risking your life, no weapons?” Will: “Saving you.” Little John: “Then you’re fools.” Allan: “Ha! Maybe, but we had no choice. (Starts to bend down to drag off the guard, then stands back up.) Hey, we’re your family, right?” Little John: (Silent a moment, then chuckles.) “Yeah, you are.” Will: (Excited:) “Let’s find the others.”

Locksley Manor. Ground floor bedchamber. (Isabella leads Prince John into the bedchamber.) Isabella: (Brightly:) “I wanted to give you a personal coronation gift from me.” (Goes to the opposite side of the bed.) Prince John: “So you bring me to your bedchamber?” Isabella: “I give you my brother... (Reaches for the sheet covering the body... Proudly:) Guy of Gisborne. (Isabella pulls off the sheet, revealing the maid, bound and gagged in Gisborne’s place. Isabella is shocked. Meanwhile Gisborne steps forward from his hiding place and grabs Prince John from behind, with a knife in his hand across the Prince’s chest.) Guy!” Gisborne: “Get back!” Isabella: “Guards!” (Two guards run in and are immediately dealt with by Clarke who wields a table leg in her hands.) Gisborne: "Look what you’ve done to me, Isabella. You betrayed me. (To Prince John:) Both of you! By the way, your niece has something to say.” (Gisborne nods to Clarke who steps forward.) Clarke: “I’m back. And I know you conspired to kill my father.” (Clarke hauls off and punches her uncle right in the nose.) Prince John: “Ow! Ooh!” (Grabs his nose.) Clarke: “I swear on his memory that you will never become King!” (Gisborne pushes Prince John into the bedpost, which he takes nose first. Clarke and Gisborne run out the door and Gisborne pulls over a shelf onto the door frame, blocking the guards as items clatter to the floor. The guards, now recovered, scramble to push it back.) Isabella: (to Prince John:) “Are you all right?” Prince John: “Guards! Arrest her! (to Isabella:) If I’m disfigured for my coronation...” (The guards each grab an arm. Prince John runs out.) Isabella: “Sire!”

Road to Hull. (Two guards drive a wagon with a tall cloth cover over the back. It rumbles quickly through the trees.) Inside the wagon. (Marian and Robin sit tied and gagged back to back. Marian faces the front and Robin pounds his feet repeatedly into the rear door of the wagon. Eventually he breaks a plank free and then reaches to his feet to untie them. The guard notices the silence.) Outside the wagon. (There is a loud bang, which the guard notices.) Guard: “Stop!” (The driver stops the horses. The guards get down and draw their swords. They stab into the wagon just above the wood sides several times while making their way to the back. They look at each other and agree to open the door. The wagon is empty. Behind them, Marian and Robin step out from their hiding place and knock out each guard with a broken plank from the wagon’s floor. Their deed done, they throw the pieces of wood on the ground.) Robin: (Looking lovingly at Marian:) “We make a great team, my love.” Marian: (Smirks:) “Did you really pine for me every day?” Robin: (Defensively:) “No. (Marian beams at him, wraps her hand around the back of his head and pulls him in for a deep kiss.) Well, maybe every other day.” Marian: “Come on, we’ve got a long walk back ahead of us.”

#bbc robin hood #robin hood #lucy griffiths #jonas armstrong #keith allen #lara pulver #toby stephens #joe armstrong #richard armitage #anjali jay #harry lloyd #sam troughton #gordon kennedy #eliza taylor

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10/10/19

Today Facebook decided to so kindly remind me that it would have been my 4 year wedding anniversary with Nicole. I'm not really okay at all. I keep thinking about that day and just so many emotions keep flooding in, mostly sadness and anger. I really want to destroy something. I want to chuck everything on my desk out a fucking window and then jump out after it. I want to get black out drunk. I want write her a msg and scream at her for all the damage she has caused to me.

My wedding day was a fucking joke. It was pretty much ruined before it even had a chance to start. Two days before we went down to st george I had a massive anxiety melt down because our car broke down and we had to figure out a rental. Nicole threatened to walk out on me and in response I locked myself in our bathroom and tried to cut myself. She was more concerned about scars showing up in pictures then the fact that I was so anxious and depressed that I was harming myself in a way that wasnt even patternistic for my regular depression. She didnt leave though and we still went on with our plans. We showed up to st George the night before and the moment we arrive Lori is being a fucking child. We didnt show up early enough for her liking. She needed our help picking out on of the dresses she already had but she ended up gaining a bunch of weight in the last couple of months. She had only one dress that fit and it was a wiggle dress with a skull pattern. I thought it was cute but she threw a huge fit about it because she thought she would be able to fit in something nicer and was extremely concerned about my mother judging her. She was bitching all night about the fact that she kept waiting to buy a hotel room, hoping for a deal, and she waited so long she had to book rooms right after the prices got hiked up. I go to bed extremely anxious and already hopeless.

The next day we drive the 2 hours into vegas. We take mine and Nicole's rental and darren takes his bike. I'm driving of course because it has to be either nicole or I which means the responsibility falls on me. We decide to just get the marriage certification done and over with first thing. The courthouse is obviously unfamiliar to me and not the easiest thing to find let alone find parking as well. Nicole keeps getting pissed at me for suggesting we park farther away at a more convenient location off the street and just walk over there. I finally find a close parking spot but in my frustration I end up scraping the side of the car on a high curb and it leaves a definite large scratch. Cue the berating for the bill we would receive for repairs. After we get the license we check into the hotel. I get up to our room and smoke some of the green I snuck in. I start to get ready and I'm the first one to be ready for the wedding. By this time most of my family show up. My own mother is stressed to hell so I go to her room and do hers, Sam's, and Andy's hair. I get andy done first and he takes nicole, my dad, my brother, and my sisters boyfriend at the time to go get drinks at the bar. I help alex get checked into his room and then have to deal with Nicole's mother bitching to me about my own family. I do my best to ignore it while I'm checking on the limo, the venue, the dinner reservations, etc etc.

Andy and crew come back to mine and Nicole's hotel room. I'm then taking pictures. Giving people details. Making sure we have everyone and that I'm keeping track of them all. Limo arrives and we go to the venue. I'm checking us in and getting everything ready while everyone waits. Finally nicole and I get pulled away and our guests are taken to their seats. My parents are still in the stage of not getting along in the slightest so they take both sides which pisses off Nicole's mom. The ceremony happens but of course the live stream I paid extra for didnt work so no one back home got to watch it. Never got a refund for it. We go to dinner at an italian restaurant nicole and I had really enjoyed the last time we went to vegas. Unfortunately I assumed they would split the bill but they refuse to do so. I suggest finding somewhere else or putting it all on my credit card. Nobody listens to me and the start of the arguments happen. Andy wants to order a well balanced meal but darren is refuses to eat anything green. Sam's boyfriend has a tomato allergy which we were never informed of so he straight up makes a point to say he isnt going to eat or pay for anything. This pisses off my dad enough to instigate a fight with him. Darren and lori end up moving to the other side of the table to get away from Andy. They're not willing to pay for anything either. Finally my dad and andy decide to split the bill between them. 2 hours go by and the whole time I just want to go back to my hotel room and cry my eyes out. Dinner was delicious but I couldn't enjoy it in the slightest. My poor mother is making her best efforts to keep me happy and I'm pretending that I dont want to die inside. We make plans after dinner to go to Fremont street and drink with my dad, ben, lori, and darren.

Nicole and I go get changed at our room and I smoke a bowl before we head out again. Nicole's parents ended up falling asleep in their room and lori was pissed at us later because we didnt come get them. We got out onto fremont street and my dad and brother get pretty shit faced. Couple hours they're drunk enough to bail on us and go to a strip club. To Nicole's credit she did make love to me that night. I remember wanting it and wanting her at the time but looking back I dont think I was really that into it. It felt more like I was happy about it because she did that one thing for me when she didnt have to because a lot of people said that I shouldnt plan on getting laid on my wedding night. Even just comparing that to the way I truly just want driver to touch me so intensely, it pales in comparison. Thinking back on it, I don't think I was ever the mewling slut with nicole that i am with driver. Yeah of course i would want it but i stopped getting excited. It felt more like something I was doing in desperation to be closer to her. I think the only time I was anything close to how I am with driver is when we were still living in my apartment. I learned to stop asking for it because that would only make it less likely to happen. I was totally fine with not getting enough orgasms to be fully satisfied which I still am but with her came extra shame of being too much work for somebody to even attempt. Which is definitely why we came to the agreement to even be poly. She would shame me about enjoying it too much because I'd squirt and she couldn't stand any of the mess it made. Was particularly mean when I couldn't warn her that it was going to happen. She started refusing to fuck me in the bed very early into our relationship and only wanted to fuck me in the shower. Driver is the first person I've had a healthy sexual relationship with and I got so lucky that he's so good at it at the same time. I feel so fucking bad all of the time for getting so excited about wanting him to make love to me. I feel like I ask too much and I'm just like waiting for him to get sick of it. For him to get sick of touching me or get mad at me for even asking or trying it initiating or anything. I still try to do those things though. Drivers told me that those things dont bother him but I'm still scared and I still dont trust it in the slightest. Conner did the same thing to me. He made me feel ashamed for making messes. He stopped fucking me and I only ever really fucked him. Made me feel like I was too much work so it wasnt worth trying. Honestly conner and nicole are pretty similar in a lot of ways. Both of them got physically abusive with me. Both of them raped me. Both of them manipulated and controlled me. Both of them let me do everything. Now I'm so worried that it's all me. That I'm the bad one because I had two very similar experiences and I could be the one that's causing these issues. Maybe I'm crazy and it's all an illusion. Maybe I'm the selfish and narcissistic one. Maybe I'm projecting. Maybe I do start fights and I scream at people for no reason and and and and and and and.

But I digress

Nicole and I had like 2 more weeks off to spend together as newly weds. We went to see the book of mormon the next day and would be spending the next 2 days after with her mother in st george. Her mom found out that we had extra time and basically threw a tantrum about us staying at her place longer because we didn't come see her as often as she liked. I had a panic meltdown in our room that night and begged nicole to tell her mother no. I was uncomfortable and unhappy enough as it was. She called me selfish that i wasnt willing to do it. I tried to compromise and give her mom one or two more days but she just kept berating me for having an issue. I just remember sobbing at her moms house on the floor the next day while everyone was gone and nicole was pissed and screaming at me for having another meltdown. That's when she got a call from her cousin in tooele informing her that her paternal grandfather was actively dying. We packed our bags and started driving towards tooele. We got there that night luckily because that was the last night he was coherent enough to interact with anyone. I went home the next day and nicole stayed. I had never met this side of the family before and felt like I was intruding on a very private time. I spent the week by myself and the week after helping with the funeral. I cried myself to sleep by myself those nights.

I know that getting married again won't be like that. I know when I finally get to call myself drivers spouse that it will be a happy day. Even if nothing goes as planned I will still just be so so happy. I dont need all the fancy bells and whistles. Hell I could get married in vegas again. I could get married at the court house. What upset me about marrying nicole was the complete lack of concern about my happiness from multiple people. Nicole started suggesting we have another ceremony at home to make up for it. She really started pushing for it when we moved to tooele but I kept putting it off. I didnt want to go through all that labor again and I wasn't so sure about binding my soul to hers with a hand fasting anymore. I think she only started insisting because she knew on some level that I was super unhappy. I'm so glad I'm not celebrating with her today. I'm so fucking happy I'm away from her. My anxiety keeps thinking that shes the one im waiting for to come home. But no, I'm waiting for the love of my life. I'm waiting for driver to come home and take me into his arms. I'm waiting for the gentle touches, soft kisses, kind words. I dont prefer being alone anymore. Skipping work is not near as enjoyable as it used to be. Being home alone is definitely not my preference any longer. @dsxsquaredx

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Wyatt crosses the threshold like a whirlwind. His face is pale, a sickly ash paired with something in his eyes that speaks of plain horror. In his arms, he carries a bundle of blankets. A moving bundle of blankets. He brushes past Lysander without a word, heading straight into the living room. The last time he’s seen his brother like this, their father had raised his hand against Lysander for the first time out in the open. The same look of shock, the same fear that goes bone-deep. But there’s no anger woven through this time. Only the face of a scared boy.

“Did something happen?” Lysander asks softly as he takes a seat next to Wyatt. His eyes are fixed on the bundle in his lap – which still writhes. Here Lysander thought maybe he’d imagined that. Wyatt bites his lip. There are dark circles under his eyes, almost as though they’re bruises. But his eyes are reddened, blood vessels popped the way they do when he doesn’t sleep well and goes to work trying not to fall asleep. He nods, a little frantic, and winces when Lysander raises a hand to place it between his shoulder blades. “I think I’m losing it,” he whispers, and his voice shakes. Lysander furrows his brows. “Losing it?” “It’s,” Wyatt begins and slips a hand into the bundle on his lap. It makes a sound between a purr and a satisfied grunt. “The other day, I was… we were having dinner. The boys and I. And Sicheng was hogging the cucumber salad, and I – I didn’t wanna get up and get it, but he wasn’t listening ‘cause he was talking to – anyway, I wanted that salad and I was really annoyed and suddenly the bowl stood right in front of me. Just. Gone. Like… “ He licks his lips. Runs his free hand through his hair, unstyled like it seldom is. Turning his head, he gives Lysander a brief look as though he tries to gauge his reaction but doesn’t have the heart to stay for the result. Lysander’s chest tightens at the sight. “And that… happened again, a few days later. So I sat down and… and… “ His eyes drift away to the scented candle sitting on the coffee table. He extends his free hand, frowns, and from one second to the next, the candle sits snugly in his palm. Lysander’s mouth drops open. “You saw that, right?” Wyatt asks, staring at Lysander again. “I told the others, but they didn’t notice shit, and told me I needed to take a nap or something. But I don’t need a damn nap. Please, tell me you saw that.” Quickly, Lysander nods. “I saw that, yes. You moved the candle without actually moving it.” Wyatt lets out a breath that sounds uncharacteristically relieved. He puts the candle away and leans back, shoulders slumping. “You saw it. Thank god.” The bundle in his lap makes the same noise as before, still writhing under the heap of blankets. This is the exact definition of a deja vu. When Lysander’s magic first manifested, it started out with tiny things, too. Turning on the electric kettle from his spot on the couch, switching off the light without having to physically do it. He’d chalked it up to being forgetful at first, to having done everything the way it’s supposed to and simply forgetting about it. But Wyatt is acutely aware of what’s happening, albeit scared of it. To think he would possess the same powers Lysander does is beyond odd. He’d thought him to be fully human. Touch gentle, he brings his hand up to run it through the hairs on the back of Wyatt’s head. Wyatt melts into it, leans to the side to settle his weight against Lysander’s shoulder. When he speaks again, his eyes have drifted closed. “But that’s not the weirdest part.” He unpacks the bundle on his lap, all careful and slow. There, in between soft fabric sits a small animal, a puppy with golden fur and a mane like a lion. It yips and shivers and tries to burrow back into the blanket. Wyatt curves a palm around its head. It nuzzles into it an instant. “Wyatt,” Lysander whispers, gaze fixed on the puppy. “Is that –” “So you can see him?” Wyatt interrupts him. He straightens in his seat, curling his fingers under the puppy’s chin. “None of the others can. That’s weird, right? How can that be?” Lysander doesn’t have an answer. This puppy, this tiny bundle of fur, is a product of Wyatt’s magic – that much he is sure of. But why would it be invisible to other people? And, more importantly, why does he see it, then? Tentative at first, he reaches out to let the puppy sniff his fingers. It looks up at him with wide, crimson-red eyes and wags its tail. Wyatt watches, looking from Lysander to the puppy and back. “He… says you smell nice.” “Oh.” Lysander’s face softens. He rubs a finger over the puppy’s nose, then scratches it gently behind its perky ears. “Thank you, little one.” Wyatt still looks beyond spooked, but some of the tension has left his body. It’s easy to imagine what he went through. Discovering all of this and having nobody believe him takes a toll even on someone like him, usually so full of confidence and wit. He seems much younger like this. More innocent. “How… did you get him?” Lysander asks after a short stretch of silence, and it makes Wyatt curl in on himself a little. He takes a deep breath, as though to steel himself. “I went to bed early yesterday ‘cause I was feeling like shit. When I woke up in the middle of the night, he was… right there. Sleeping next to me. So I just went back to sleep. I still felt like ass and was pretty sure I was dreaming. But then he woke me up, licking my face all over. And when I went to tell the others, they didn’t believe me. ‘Cause they can’t see him.” He marks a pause, brows knitting together. “He… talks. That’s… super weird, right? But only I can hear him. I don’t know what’s happening, Lys.” Lysander brings his hands up to Wyatt’s face to cup it. “That’s all right, little brother. I do.” “Y-you do?” Wyatt’s eyes go wide. “It’s nothing terrible, I promise. You’re not crazy.” As he speaks, he calls for Almond over their rapport, and he appears like he always does with a quiet poof, perching himself atop Lysander’s shoulder. Immediately, Wyatt recoils. “What –” “He’s my familiar,” Lysander answers before Wyat finishes his question. “My… well, we’re connected. He speaks, too, but only I can hear it. I, and other familiars.” Cooing, Almond jumps down from Lysander’s shoulder to sniff curiously at the puppy.Who’s he? He’s tiny! Whatever the puppy responds makes Almond burst into giggles. “I still don’t get it,” says Wyatt with a frown, and he sounds so lost that all Lysander wants to do is pull him close and hug him. But he resists the urge, too determined to clear that confusion. “This’ll be a lot to take in,” he says, folding his hands in his lap. “And I know what it sounds like. I didn’t want to believe it at first, either.” This time, it’s he who takes a deep breath. “I’m a witch, Wyatt. And I think you are, too. These things happening to you? It’s your magic manifesting. And this little guy,” he gestures towards the puppy, “is your familiar.” As expected, Wyatt gapes for a long, long moment, before he says, slowly, “You’re a… witch. Like… like in the movies? Potions and spells and… “ Lysander nods. “Yes. And no. It’s… a little different, I think. But I do work spells, and I do know how to make potions. I’m still starting out, but it’s getting there.” And just like that, a weight lifts from Lysander’s chest. How many times did he try to work up the courage to tell Wyatt this? How many times did he start, fully intending to stop hiding the truth, only to get scared at the very last second? Wyatt is difficult, after all. Ignorant in many ways, even if he doesn’t seem too conscious of it. He has his beliefs and his opinions, most of them formed by their close-minded parents, and changing them is like pulling teeth. So Lysander steels himself for a comment that may cut deep, may hurt. Instead, Wyatt nods, mouth still hanging open. “And I’m… like that, too? But why didn’t I know before? Why now?” “I’m not sure. My magic didn’t come around until a few months ago, either. So –” “A few months ago? You’ve been a – a witch or whatever all this time and you didn’t tell me?” A laugh slips out of Lysander’s mouth, dry and void of humor. “How was I supposed to do that? How do you just tell someone this? I’m still learning, myself. Sometimes, it’s hard for me to believe it. I’m sorry, Wyatt. I wanted to tell you sooner, I really did.” Wyatt falls silent again. Pets the puppy, who has since started cuddling with Almond, like he did before, and then says, “I… need to think about this. Can you… can you take care of him for a while? Just… I don’t know.” The puppy startles with Wyatt moving to get up, yipping at him. “Wyatt, please. He’s your familiar. You can’t –” “I don’t – care right now, okay? I need to… this is too much.” He’s on his feet before Lysander has a chance to stop him, out of the door before he gets another word in. A part of Lysander isn’t surprised, not about the reaction and not about how much it smarts, but another wishes that, for once, Wyatt would have changed. He looks down at the puppy – Wyatt’s familiar – and sighs. Almond licks the puppy all over in a means to soothe it, but it only makes the quiet whines that come out of its tiny snout louder, more miserable. Lysander grabs his phone and sends an emergency text Qiaomeng’s way. He, hopefully, will know what to do.

#❝ a movie called life // lysander stories.#❝ a movie called life // wyatt stories.#abuse /

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