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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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hii i wanted to make a request if thats ok?? ive had this idea sat stewing in my mind for so long i-

BUT, w porco and pieck being good friends she drags him to the mall and they go to the makeup store where u work and pieck asks for advice ab smth (you dont have to go into detail if you dont know much ab makeup !!) and porco’s just absolutely starstruck n literally BEGS pieck to take him back so he can see n speak to u again

OR, jean coming in to buy mikasa a gift for valentines day n asking u for advice on what to get, but the bext day he brings it back bc mikasa “rejected it” (he acc just wants to see u again hehe)

sureee! i made a long scenario for pock and a little one for jean cause both ideas were so cool! btw don't get closer to people as Jean did be respectful

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porco.

"I never agreed to enter here with you, Pieck." Porco says, his eyes looking to his best friend, that is about to enter to a make-up store. Pieck turns around, looking to Porco, that has a couple bags on his hands.

"I just need to choose an eyeshadow. Enter with me and help me to choose, please." she asks. Porco clicks his tongue, but he follows his best friend inside the store. You see them and, as your work protocole says, you ask them if they beed help.

At first, you thought they were a couple. The way he was close to her and she laughed all his jokes. You envy that type of relationship, but you're happy to see them having such a healthy one. You go closer, that couple are your customers, after all.

"Hi, can I help you?"

You don't know it, but Porco's brain stopped working with normality when he heard your voice. So sweet to him, that's the kind of voice he would love to hear every morning when he wakes up and every night right before sleep. His eyes search you and he finds you easily, his eyes finding your body near a makeup shelf, dressed with the shop uniform. His eyes scan your face, the smile youm're giving them. Pieck quickly notices how his friend got bewitched. She smiles.

"Hi, hi, sure! I need some help.... My friend isn't that smart for makeup, you know?" she laughs, making him react. He blushes. He doesn't know even what you're talking about.

"No worries, that's my work, after all." you say. Pieck nods and takes her phone out of her bag. "So, I have this party dress, the party being in three days, and I need an eyeshadow palette that goes with it. Also, I would like to have a discrete base and some highlighter." she asks, with a cute and sweet smile. You nod. "Sure! Sit here, I'll be right back with some products."

She sits, thanking you, and Porco stands by her side, looking at how you disappear between shelfs full of makeup products.

"Pretty, isn't?" Pieck asks. She isn't even looking at him. "Why don't you go and help to hold all the things?" She says. He looks at you again. Maybe you're having trouble with all those creams and delicate palettes. One hit and they will be destroyed. He nods quietly and gets next to you.

"Do you need help?" he asks, while he kneels next to you. You blush for the repentine talk. He is even more handsome there, near you, with his honey eyes looking at yours while his big hands help to lift the boxes you have on the ground. "I'll take this."

"Oh, sure. Thanks." you thank him, winning a smile. He follows you while you keep selecting things.

"Wow, you know a lot about this..." he says. You laugh.

"Yeah, I always liked makeup. But your girlfriend does, as well. And she's pretty, she will be beautiful with every single color." Porco lets out a little laugh.

"We aren't dating, we're close friends. She's like my big sister. She always took care of me." he says. You nod and go back to her seat. You tell him he can sit on the chair next to her mirror. Pieck often asks him about the makeup while you're aplying it, but Porco is more centred on the delicate touches you give her skin with the sponge, how you also move your lips while putting her some lipstick, how you blow softly on the palette to avoid excess of shade. Pieck looks good, but he can't even look at her. You have all his attention, you've capted all of it. Pieck smiles, looking happy at her reflection. She likes it. In the mirror, she can see how you look back to Porco, him smiling at you again. Does that look like... Porco liking you?

Pieck pays the makeup she's buying, asking how much she debts you for the makeup session.

"It is for free. It's just a trial. Be back whenever you want! And, thanks for the help." you say, this time looking at Porco. He smiles quietly. You smile at him back and they leave the store, waving their hands at you. Once the two of them are out, Pieck sighs.

"Say it, Galliard."

"So fucking pretty." he says, turning around, looking at you through the glass. "Their voice, their smile, oh, godess. I want to see them again. Do you need to buy something tomorrow?" he asks.

Pieck raises a brow. The boy that said 'I never agreed to enter' it's now begging to go back.

"I bought all I needed today, so nope."

"Oh, come on, Pieck. Sure you need another lipstick or a nail polish." he says. He looks back again, finding your eyes while you clean the glass. You blush. He caught you in 4K. He smiles at you again. "Definitely, we'll be back tomorrow." he says. Pieck sighs.

Sure, that's why she intentionally forgot the nail polish.

jean

Valentine's day for Jean is the most difficult day of the year, and since things with Mikasa are being a little cold lately, he's even more lost this year but he has to buy something. For her.

That's why there's a huge and handsome man looking at the girl section as if he was decrypting a secret code. You get closer.

"Can I help you?"

He looks at you. His eyes against yours. Yo smile. "I work here." you show him the little pin with your name. He nods.

"I need a cologne for my girlfriend." he says. Why is he feeling as if the temperature raised suddenly? "Wich ones do you recommend?" he asks. Oh, you have this one. Your favorite cologne ever. The one made with cotton flowers. You show it to him.

"I use this cologne every day, it gets really comfy and it doesn't matter how much time passes from when you put it on, it still smells as good as the beginning." he raises a brow, looking to the cologne. Is that true? You nod, taking your hair, letting him smell it.

"Yeah?" he asks. He leans against you a little, just making his head reach your hair for a second. "Oh, it smells good. I want this one." You nod, smiling. He finds attractive the curve of your neck. How his bites would look so good there. He cleans his throat. He's trying to save his relationship.

Maybe it is insalvable?

Next day, you get surprised when you find him again. But he isn't looking colognes. He gives the cologne to you.

"She didn't like it. She doesn't even like me anymore, I guess"

taglist <3: @dazaisusedbandages @lazyezstudy @riiza @levi-is-a-cutie @sassyjeankrs

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imgonnagetkilledbynutstink · 2 years

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You're A Workout

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female OC

Ratings: none

Warning: swearing

Summary: Sam's girlfriend works out and Sam is attracted to her lol

Notes: i have made sam into a housewife, youre welcome.

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Sam's never been into the whole working out lifestyle (question mark). He keeps himself healthy of course but hes never understood doing it to look good or as some sort of competition like body building. But now maybe he does just a little. He thinks about that to himself as he watches his girlfriend lift weights in the living room. He still didnt understand it for himself but he certainly understood it for her. He was quite shocked when she made advances on him at that bar. He'd never dated someone like her, but he liked it. He certainly liked feeling smaller and like his partner can protect him, especially since hes not really used to it.

He just watched in a bit of a daze as he drank his coffee. Music from the record player going softly. Her short black hair seemed slightly damp woth sweat and he had to look away before his brain started working too hard. She had her earbuds in and was in her focus zone so she hardly noticed him staring. Sam finished his coffee and set the cup in the sink. "Vivi" he said, attempting to get her attention. She takes one of her earbuds out and looks at him. "You want breakfast?" He asks with a sweet smile. "Of course, doll" she responds. She continues what shes going while Sam starts making her a breakfast borrito.

Whille cooking the eggs of course he kept looking back over his shoulder at her. He hates not being showered in attention 24/7. He finished making the burrito and her smoothie pretty quickly. Instead of calling her over this time he decides to go over to her himself. He pulls one of the earbuds out of her ear. "You're breakfast is done, your majesty" he says dramatically. She giggles and sets her stuff down. Vivi holds his hips and pulls him in for a kiss but he stops her by putting his hand on her mouth. "What is it, lovie?". "You're sweaty as all get out and you stank" Sam says making a grossed out face. "Hmmm that must really suck for you right now" is the last thing she says to him before peppering his face in kisses anyways.

He follows it up by making a series of grossed out noises but cant help but laugh at it a bit. She eventually sets him free and walks into the kitchen. He follows her and sits at the island while she sits on the other end of it. While she eats he looks at her tattoos. She has sleeves of them all up her arms and even some on her neck and chest area. He loves looking super closely at them cause they're always so detailed and intricate and just when he thinks hes seen all of it he finds something new. His favorite is the large snake that goes up the body of her arm and has small cherry blossoms growing off of it. He thinks its the prettiest and suits her well.

She notices him staring and sits next to him so he could look closer. He always did this when he was bored. He traces the tattoos with his fingers up her arm. She finishes her food. "That was amazing, honey. Thank you" she says with a kiss on the forehead. "Are you abandoning me again?" Sam asks while pouting. "Unfortunately yes. I have to go for a bit longer befire work, you know that" she says while messing with his hair a bit. He rests his head on her chest. "Oh my goodness, you're so pathetic" Vivi teases. He sticks his tounge out at her and she goes back to the living room to continue her work.

He sits around in the kitchen for few minutes and found himself extremly bored. "Do you beed help with anything?" He asks, swiveling around in his stool to face her. She chuckles. "Not completely sure what you could help me with, princess". He crosses his arms "was that a nice 'princess' or a derogatory 'princess'?" She laughs again. "It was a 'the beautiful, graceful, love of my life' princess". He blushes a little and lets his arms down. "Okay but find something for me to help with cause im bored out of my bean" he groans. "Is that your new word for your brain?" "Yes". Vivi laughs once again and genuinly takes a beat to think about it.

She giggles at herself a bit before saying "you could be a dumbell" obviously joking. "Okay then, do that" he knew she was joking but he just wants to prove to her that he can be a dumbell cause he can be whatever he sets his mind to. "You sure?" She raises an eyebrow at him. "Yeah sure whatever" he says omce again crossing his arms and sticking his nose up in the air. Before he has time to react he feels her lift him up off his seat. He squeaks a but as she tosses him onto her shoulder. "Eh, i got weights heavier then you" he scoffs at her and she attempts putting him back on his feet. "Nononono i want to stay up here" he protests.

She rolls her eyes him but of she loves it. She feels him messing with her hair and she moves him so shes holding him bridal style. "Not the hair" she says sternly and he laughs at her a bit. Just to mess with her, he ruffles her hair up. She glares at him "hmm, well now you have to suffer. Maybe a whole tone of kisses will twach you a lesson" he laughs again "oh no anything but that". He dramatically puts his hand on his forehead and goes limp. "That wont save you this timex buster" she says as she kisses all over his face and neck. "Jeez that tickles!" He shouts through laughter. Mid kiss attack, Vivi looks up at the clock and sighs. "Sorry bubba, i got to get ready to go" Sam makes a sad face as she sets him down. "But i promise when i get home ill find something for us to do together, okay?" He nods softly and she walks off.

Taglist: @tripthelight-fanfic @weightofstardust @goodpointsandbadpoints @asthedaysgobythesun @teddiie

#greta van fleet #gvf #sam gvf #sam kiszka #josh kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka #josh gvf #danny wagner #danny gvf #gvf fic #fic #fanfiction

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jin0 · 2 years

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https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPdSuAv2H/

Ok first, I <33 u I’m gonna try to drink more water today bc I rlly should, I definitely lack in tracking that haha

Second, this is sooo. He. He just. Why am I getting bad boyf vibes from this. Like the tone of annoyance in his eyebrow cocking and looking around the room. It’s giving the vibes of like ur needy in public and he’s like.. again didnt I just fill you up?? (But we all know he secretly loves it) or like you’re lecturing him on not doing stupid stuff that could hurt him and he’s tired of listening to this lecture 100 times so as he gets up from the chair his hands start tracing up your leg in a rather innocent way??!!? R u pickin UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN THIS IS SO NICHE AND SPECIFIC BUT I FEEL LIKE IT TOTALLY MATCHES. Not to mention the 50 shades soundtrack in the back Abel contributed to heavenly to <3333

-STN 😘

(okay so i can't see the video unfortunately but the topic just 😌🥴)

imagine how annoyed he'd get at you lecturing him for shit like getting hurt but you do worst shit to him at knight yk ?? like that cat like lacerations you leave on his skin are ten times worse and you don't mind the so what's up ??

but being the little shit he is, he just decides that if you're going to bore him to death with that same old speech (that he secretly adores cause not only do you care, you're so hot when angry ?? he can't deal) but yeah, you're not going to lecture him and prevent him from getting off !!

so he just walks up to you and you're kinda suspicious cause he looks like there's not thought behind his eyes right now. he lifts you up by the waist and sits you down on a counter before kneeling between your legs. you try to close them because you were having a serious discussion and he slaps your thigh.

"you were talking bunny. my mouth was getting dry and bored. so don't get in my way, or i'll fuck that stupid speech out of your brain. and you know how stupid you get for my cock."

and you're already wet so why lie to yourself right ?? you let him eat you out and you start moaning his name but he stops.

"no, no, no bun bun. you wanna give me that lecture ? keep talking or im not letting you cum."

he's threatening you because it get your pussy dripping and he knows that, which is why he keeps doing it yk ?? and the look he gives you, makes you feel like you're the one who fucked up and who's getting punished.

and the part where you get needy in public is his favorite because usually, he's the one to beed you when in public. but today, you were being particularly desperate and he absolutely loved it, but where would be the fun in giving you what you want right away yk ?? he just let's you beg and just sighs with exasperation because it makes you clench so hard to know he's 'angry' at you but also because you're adorable afterwards, trying to keep in all your desires ??

like you're at the movies and he gets his hand dangerously close to your core. he knows what he's doing, you're trembling under him and he can't help it. you grab his hand softly and he tries to look annoyed but he's gonna give in yk ??

"i fucked you in the car earlier and in the bathroom and you still need more ?? you need to get filled like some cum dumpster ?? really can't think straight unless you get my load dripping out of you huh ?? fine."

you end up on his lap, cock buried deep in you and his arm keeps you still, wrapped around you waist while he fucks into you in the back of the movie theater. your small whimpers are muffled by your hands and the sound of the movie playing but he can still vividly hear you and each time you moan too loud he slaps your pussy.

"keep quiet or i'm leaving your pussy gapping for my cock until you cry like a desperate cockslut."

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cubeswhump · 4 years

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A New Home, pt. 3: Home Training Session

In which Michelle is gross and Sweetie tries too hard.

Taglist: @haro-whumps @albino-whumpee @broken-horn @whumpsblog @eatyourdamnpears

Warnings for institutionalized slavery, mentions of past drugging, implied animal cruelty, thoughts of self-harm, dehumanization, victim blaming, dubcon (I’m a mega virgin nerd and probably asexual so nothing goes into detail), gaslighting, and just overall abuse.

Sweetie adjusted her headband, a smile spreading across her face, and the mirror smiled back. Cat ears for the house pet.

Real cats were better though. The velvety ears, tne vibrating purring, how they'll rub against your lets for attention, the sound of little Tea's loud, squeaky meows.

Wait, Tea?

A black cat screaming until Sweetie pet her. Big green eyes too bog for her face. Tea.

Sweetie groaned, clutchinf her hrad

The memory drugs were still stabbing into her brain.

Mister Trey was a great owner and she had been a bad bad bad pet and betrayed him. That was all she beeded to remember. Not him grunting on top of her. Ow. Not the parasite. Ow!

But what dod he do to Tea?

She bent over with her arms folded on the vamity and her throbbing head in her arms. Stop rembering, stop remembering.

"Are you feeding that stupid cat?"

"I'm so sorry, Mister Trey."

"Mister Trey, have you seen the cat?"

She whimpered, and the door opened.

"Why're you doubled over like that?" Michelle asked, and Sweetie quickly stood upright and faced her owner. "Aw, aren't you cute with your cat ears and hoops? How are your real ears feeling?"

"A little sore," Sweetie said honestly. Her earlobes were still red around the big hoopw.

"Yeah, they will be. Make sure you keep using that cleaning stuff." Michelle tilted her head, grinning. "I wanted to talk about Healther's party, but that can wait. You okay, Sweets? You look like ypu need a hug."

Sweetie noddes wagerly. Michelle opened her arms wide and they met in the middle. Sweetie held her owner tight, resting her head on Michelle's. When Michelle's small gands slid down her back to rest on her butt, Sweetie didn't protest

The Handlers frequently touched her backside and breasts but never went further.

"The prospective wants a virgin."

"She doesn't need that Romantic training anymore. Ha."

"You like it here, right?" Michelle asked. Her hands squeezed.

"Of course I do, Miss Michelle! You're so kind to me," Sweetie said cheerfully. She didn't just like it; she loved it!

Did she really?

She winced as pain shpt through her brain and accidentally squeezed her owner.

"Whoa! Someone's excited." Michelle started laughing before Sweetie could start apologizing. "Yeah, I give you a good life. Though the bar's probably low. It must have been shit for you to want to be a pet, huh?"

Sweetie wrinkled her nose for only a second before smoothing out her expression. "I don't remember..."

"Probably for the best, huh? Better off without all that baggage."

"I'm grateful."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's sit." Michelle was already pushing Sweetie back onto the air mattress. She fell down further than she expected, the mattress sinking. She'd tried to blow it up herself bit it always left her lungs aching.

Michelle sat down too, but not beside her; she was practically on Sweetie's lap. "Did your old owner ever fuck you?"

Grunting like a pig. Making Sweetoe sleep on the side of the bed that was soaked in fluids. Pain struck like a white-hot fire poker piercing through her temple, but she didn't let it show on her face.

"Sometimes," she murmured.

"He was a guy, right?" Michelle checked. Sweetie nodded. "Ever ner. With a girl?"

"I've been with you for more nearly two weeks," Sweetie said, and Michelle rolled her eyes."

"Have you been with a girl sexually?"

"I don't think so." A pause. "No, I definitely never was."

"Well, today's a day for new experiences." Michelle plucked the cat ear headband off and tossed it to the floor. Sweetie sure hoped they weren't broken. She couldn't ask for another one!

Michelle pushed her onto her back. Well, it was more a combined effort. Sweetie was the stronger of the two but she lay back and let Michelle have this.

"I'm not a Romantic," Sweetie murmured.

"So? You're a pet. Pets do what their owners say. Whatever they say." Michelle barked out a laugh that nearly made Sweetie jump. "It's not cheating if it's just a boxie, right?"

Sweetie's bra was unclipped as soft lips pressed against hers. Michelle's lip balm smelled of strong chemicals up close, and then she pulled away. Her lips tickled Sweetie's neck.

"The taste of her cherry chapstick," Michelle sang. Sweetie didn't taste cherries. "You're not just gonn lay there, right? You got a problem?"

"Of course not, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said, that fake genuine smile carving into her face.

"Good. It's not like either of us will get pregnant, so what's the big deal?"

"My job is to please you, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said robotically. She wasn't looking at her owner.

She was looking at herself in a bathroom mirror, frizzy hair reaching past her hips. Her pale stomach was visible through her sheer nightgown. Was it even larger than yesterday?

Whenever she cut produce or meat on a cutting board, the knife enticed her. She wanted to plunge it right into her bulbous stomach.

"Come on then. Put sone effort in," Michelle growled. She suddenly gave one of Michelle's earrings a hard tug, and Sweetie grit her teeth to keep from crying out. "Please me."

"I don't know how..." A pet that didn't know how to please its master? A pet that didn't know how to please its master! Failure! Failure! It was hard to hide the tears welling in her eyes when Michelle was looking so deeply into them. "I was only trained to pleasure men."

To her surprise, Michelle giggled. She twisted her fingers in Sweetie's wild hair. "Looks like it's time for another training session."

Sweetie paled. Was she being sent back for more training? "At the facility?"

"No, Sweets. Right here, right now."

"You're my handler?"

Michelle snorted. "Yeah. Handler George of the Domestic division reporting for duty."

"Hello, Handler George," Sweetie murmured.

Was this pretend? The real handlers tried to make her stop playing pretend but her imagination was one thing they couldn't take from her. It fed into the false memories the WRU warned of, making Sweetie see merciful Mister Trey as a villain and remember black cats and parasites that never were.

But what if Michelle got really into this pretend game? Sweetie knew she hadn't thrown out the shock collar and muzzle that came in her crate, though nowadaus all they did was collect dust in the closet. Taunting Sweetie as she awaited their use.

Michelle saw the fear in Sweetie's eyes, and rolled her own. The pet was too dumb fpr roleplay.

'No punishments or anything crazy. I'll just talk you through each step," Michelle explained.

"Even if I mess up?" Sweetie's voice trailed off toward the end.

What in the world was sje saying? A pet preparing to fail? Failure! Failure! Garbage pet!

She didn't deserve to be called Sweetoe. She didn't even severve her former name. What a piece of trash like her deserved was to be a number again. Stupid, ugly 183736.

"Yeah, sure. I doubt you'll be any less satisfying than my fucking boyfriend," Michelle scoffed. "All mem care about is if they finish, you know?"

Sweetie nodded even though she didn't know.

"I'll make sure you satisfy me." Michelle grinned, baring her teeth like an animal about to pounce. "Okay, first things first: it's sexier if you take off your partner's clothes."

"Sexier if you take off your partner's clothes," Sweetie repeated.

"So get started."

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ageismgood · 5 years

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Oh hey elmo. Didnt see u there. Put on some weight in the past few months u look pretty healthy. What are you going to name ur child? If i were u. Iwould name it gord. Gordan maybe. Gord is a pretty solid name. Girl or boy gord can work. Trust me. Stop rapping though seriously. Every rap song u have is bad it makes me sad. I dont really beed u to release any new music though really cause i have watchingpaintdry. For all u uncultured swines out there u shuld listen to it and appreciate it. I dont expect much from people when showing them music because i know there are people out there like /u/cybersubzero420. He makes my skin crawl. How can a reddit user make me so mad? I guess it just shows how passionate i am about the things i like. Unlike him. That chapped cunt. Little off topic but my cunt nephew tipped over my fishtank today and got my carpet wet or something today and there is this obnoxious fucking de humidifier behind me. I fucking ripped the cord out of the wall i hope it wasnt on for an actual reason. Worthless cable televsion never has anything on. I wish i hadnt watched of h2o in vegas when i was there i could watch that. That last season is fucking terrible i think though i only watched one episode and it was getting stupid as fuck. Actors and actresses are fucking puppets. I feel like these basic cable shows and sitcoms just have no memorable characters. They have to follow a script and it just makes boring predictable tv. Improv and reality are far better forms of television but arent really that popular. I guess jersey shore was pretty big but even that show is scripted at least the encounters. Wonder if mike is out of jail yet... he gets more jail time for tax evasion then a rapist gets hahahah pretty laughable legal system we have in this shithole country. Fuck over the government? Decade in jail. Rape a random women u saw at a bar? 5-7 years. What the fuck?? Do rapists just realize they have no hope or r they usually just already criminals so they say fuck it? I feel like there are serial killers and murderers that feel like even rape is to far which is saying something. Theres a reason these sick fucks are in solatary for most of their sentence. Its because theyll fucking get killed. Why protect these people? There are gang members and murderers in for like but a rapist will be safe for their small tiny time in jail and will be released back into the public in half a decade. Just let them get killed in jail. Theyre only going to keep doing it. Especially pedos cause theyre the most broken. Theres a category of them that we should be fucking studying but our governmentis so useless and busy trying ti prevent the 16th mass shooting this week that they dont have time for it. Their time on earth almost up anyway they r all boomers. Non acting pedos should be being tested on and seeing how their fucked up brain is like that. Anyways im off to dream about my awesome fun filled day im going to have tomorrow. Going to be super different and a unique experience i have never done before cant wait so awesome.

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placesthatchangedpeople · 6 years

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A Teen Challenge testimony

This testimony was found in the comment section of a blogspot post

I went into Teen Challenge in Hot Springs, Ar on 1 oct. 07. For the next 7 days I was constantly berated and told that I was going to hell, that God hated me, that I would never be allowed into heaven, that God would turn a blind eye to me and cast me into hell...ect..ect. Why? Because I am Gay.

I was told that this was a volunteer program, but yet it took 4 days to finally get off of the property. Everyday there was a new reason that I couldn't go. Not enough staff, no keys to that van, the Greyhound bus wasn't running. I was also told over and over again that if I left, the donations that mt family were making would stop and that I would personally be responsible for taking the food out of my "brothers" mouths.

We never were able to go to church like was promoted because nobody on the staff could drive the bus. We had rice for breakfast 4 mornings in a row because there were no food donations comming in. We could not hum, whistle or sing any music but Christian, and if we did, we had to build alters, dig ditches, chop wood and write Bible verses repeatedly.

The location I was at said that it costs $1,100.00 per student per month. HOW? The food was dontated, The transportation was donated, the closthes were donated, the tools to dig and chop with were donated, the pencils, pens and paper were donated. The "students" were "hired-out" to help off-set the cost of the program. The "ministers" live on the property in Trailer homes....all donated. If a student came to TC and didn't have the proper cloth8ing to attend church, they were allowed into the "Blessing Room", with the understanding that the worth of the items you were "blessed" with would be worked off.

When I finally was transported to the local bus station, I was told that my brother had to take off of work to meet me because he was worried that I would kill myself. I was told that if I loved my family, I would never go home because God wanted me in the TC "ministry". The truth is, my brother was off that day already, and had called TC to tell them he was coming to get me, and THEY told him that I was suicidal. Lie after lie after lie. I was totally shocked and disgusted at the mind-games played at this place. Had I beed a more naive person, I would have been in bad shape.

I am going to find the rules packet I was givien and be back to post them. Teen Challenge is a brain-washing machine.

#Teen Challenge #belief #criticism

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thoughtsof · 6 years

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COLLOQUIUM FEELS AND FINAL DEFENSE JOURNEY

I could still remember the time when we made a letter addressed to our adviser. The happiness we felt when he accepted us to be under his advisory. When the journey started, I didn’t expect it would be sooo hard.Twelve revisions were made on the first paragraph of the introduction. The title was changed five times. The results were not the ones that we expected. It took almost two good years to finally finish the paper. The process was fun but at the same time there were moments when I wanted to give up, give in to the discouragements and let everything fall apart. I remember the time when I felt alone. I felt it won’t come to an end. I felt there’s no progress. So, I cried, The tears I shed, made me remember my goal. I sacrificed alot. I declined many invitations. I hurried to finish meals just to get back to the task. I devoted shorter time studying the lessons.I minimized hanging out with my friends. And even spent few hours sleeping. The moment our adviser told me about the presentation of paper, I was so happy. It made me more eager to really finish the paper. However the results were not yet explained clearly but the date was fast approaching. I can’t miss that one! I asked God to postpone the schedule. And He did. The results were still not done. I told God, “Lorddd pls. di pajud mi ready”. The schedule was again moved. The next day, the results were ready. Our adviser again told us, “Pagprepare mo kay kamoy representative sa department for the colloquium”. We made an extended abstract and submitted it to the in-charge.

PF.. May 19, 2018. Our names were listed as one of the participants of the colloquium. Excitement, hope,fear and doubt were felt. “What if we won’t win? What if we can’t answer the questions..and all other what ifs..

21st of May. The day when we would finally present our paper. *SIGH* The moments I spent imagining what it’ll be like to stand in front of many people, is now a reality. Anxiety was there. But praise God for the people who encouraged us to give our best shot (BEEd Fam,Research Assistants and of course our very own adviser). Presentation was done, questions were answered (but not really) but still! The day was over!

While we waited for the result, there was this hope in me. I hoped to win because I really wanted to win. And yes, we won!

The next morning, was our final defense. Since we won, the pressure to really defend the paper well increased. The night before, I could not sleep well. I was really nervous. But still, I woke up with much faith that everything will be okay. During the question answer portion. I became numb, my brain was. But God never left. God gave just enough knowledge to answer the one last question. The moment our adviser said “That is correct” I cried. I didn’t mind the panelists. I just cried. I poured out everything. The defense was not yet done but I can’t stop myself from crying. The chairman then told us to temporarily leave the room for their deliberation and a few moments later, we returned.

“CONGRATULATIONS” they said.

The undergrad paper has finally ended.

All Glory To God.

#thesisislife

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thewinsister · 7 years

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Pretty Boy pt.2

Warnings: None i think, not edited

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader Winchester, Peter Parker, Ned.

Summary: The reader and Peter learn new things about each other (I don’t know how to give a summary without giving to much away)

Word Count: 2,701 (i went a little overboard lol)

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

Mx. gender neutral form of saying Ms./Mr

Pretty Boy Pt.1

You arrived to school a panting mess, you walked into the school building trying to look as if you didn’t just basically run the last few blocks to get there. You walked to your locker and opened it, looking yourself in the small mirror you had installed inside of it. You examined todays outfit, do to your reminiscing of your first day, you had little to no time to actually get properly ready. Life as an on-the-go hunter had trained you to get ready in no time though. You didn’t feel the need or time to shower today, simply pulling on the first ripped jeans you saw and one of your flannels and a random t-shirt underneath. At least you I managed to fix my hair up okay, you thought before grabbing your needed books and headed to your first class. You looked down at your phone and saw the time 8:35, only 5 minutes late. You walked into the class making sure as to not interrupt and moved your way through the already taken seats. The Teacher simply looked at you, and you gave them a small embarrassed smile before they continued their lecture on something about Chemistry. Finally, you saw a space next to the one and only Pretty Boy Peter. You knew your plan to avoid him had completely failed the second you saw the dorky boy with the soft curls, you didn’t care though.

“Somebody overslept.” Said Ned from behind you, you turned around and rolled your eyes sarcastically.

“Shut up.” You whispered as you giggled slightly, turning back to look at the board. Peter’s heart stopped momentarily when you looked at him and smiled sweetly as if greeting him, so he smiled back; his cheeks turned a shade of pink. You grabbed your backpack and took out your pencil case, accidentally letting one of your pencils fall on the floor. You bent down not noticing Peter had done the same in order to pick it up for you, until his hand had fell on yours. You looked over at him as your hands still lay over each others, you could see his cheeks grown into an even deeper shade of pink- and you knew yours had to. You stayed looking at each other for a few seconds before Peter moved his hand quickly and went back up. You realized how much you liked his touch, how your stomach had created a wide variety of butterflies that were now fluttering around.

You spent the rest of the time not really paying attention, just thinking about this pretty pretty boy . Thinking how you’d like to be able to feel his touch not just on accident, or not just as friends. You knew this was impossible though, no one ever liked you like that. Besides, you knew that if he did, you could do nothing with him, since you’d have to leave him soon because of your hunting life. Still, it was nice to think about it.

The class finally ended and you all filed out ready to go to your next class. “Hey- uh- Y/N/N?” you heard the familiar voice of Peter call you. You smiled when you heard him say your nickname, it just felt like it rolled off his tongue so perfectly.

“Yeah?”

“So, today your coming with me right? I mean with me and ned, you know for the project?” He asked you, or reminded you really.

“Shit, I completely forgot. But yeah, let me just call my brothers.”

“O-okay cool! See ya’ ” He said, walking in the opposite direction as you. You stood there for a second watching him leave, you frowned thinking about how much you wanted to be with him forever even if it meant just as friends. you turned around to see MJ looking at you intently before smirking.

“You totally like Peter don’t you?” immediately you felt as your face went red, feeling your cheeks and ears burning.

“W-what? No. Why would you ever think that. Haha.” You said nervously, knowing you had beed discovered. Still you tried to hide it.

“Yeah you do, I can see it just in the way your face changes when you even think of him!” She spoke triumphantly, as if she had just discovered the answer to the worlds greatest question.

“No it doesn’t. Now stop looking at me that, and let’s go to class.” You said grabbing her hand, and walking to your next joint class.

You both sat down next to each other, she still looking at you with that stupid knowing look while you tried to ignore her stupid look even though you felt it drilling into your brain.

“Shut up.” You said before smirking slightly, even though it sucked that she found out your secret, this was actually kind of fun. You never had the type of friends you had right now, that you could be so open and yourself with.

“I didn’t say anything Y/N”

“I can hear your thoughts MJ.” You didn’t even look at her, simply boring your eyes into anything that wasn’t your friend to try and ignore her stare.

“And what exactly am I thinking?”

“Oh, you know.”

“Does it perhaps go like: Y/N/N likes Peter. Y/N/N likes Peter.” She repeated, as if chanting it. Your cheeks were tinged pink, this time you did look at her but just to roll your eyes then went back to acting as if you were actually paying attention to the teacher. “Just admit it, you have thing for Peter.” she said as if it was so simple. The thing is, you knew the second you said it aloud your feelings would only be fed by more, by the teases and false hopes you always get by your friends. “Pleaseeee, just say it”

“Will it make you stop being so annoying about this?”

“I don’t know, probably?”

“Fine, I like Peter. There I said it, but it’s not a big deal honestly.” You said looking at her for a reaction, which was exactly as you imagined.

“Y/N and Peter sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love then comes marriage-”

“Ah shit, you’re so immature.” You hit your head against the table wanting this to be over now.

“Ms. Watson, Mx. Winchester. Please stop talking.”

Finally it was the end of the day, time to go with Peter and Ned. It was kind of a hassle convincing your brothers to let you go a home with two guys. But after telling them that Peters Aunt was going to be there and a little guilt tripping, the deal was yours.

The afternoon became evening and the evening night. All the while was filled with laughter and talking. Ned and Peter were extremely surprised at your wide knowledge of mythical creatures and lore in general.

“Y/N, how do you know all this?” Peter asked, amazement etched in every part of his face. You blushed slightly at this, the feeling of someone actually being amazed at your knowledge instead of weirded out felt great.

“I don’t know, my brothers always told me stories of things like this when I was a kid. Then I sort of got into it, I guess.” You answered fiddling with your fingers slightly. You saw Peter smile at you while he looked at you, you stayed like this for a few seconds before you both snapped out of it. All the while Ned smirked goofily at Peter, which you didn’t notice until pretty boy nudged him slightly to make him stop.

“Well, would you look at the time. I should be heading home.” Ned said, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice though you didn’t understand why.

“Why, we aren’t done yet?” Peter asked his friend with a more of a pleading tone than a question.

“Oh, I think you guys are good on your own. I mean you got lore prodigy herself with you.” The boy said as he began packing his stuff. “You’ll be fine! See you tomorrow” He said and walked out the door giving his friend a thumbs up before leaving.

You looked at your phone when you were finally done with the project, noticing the time. 7:30, damn you had to leave now or else your brothers would get pissed.

“I think it’s time for me to leave as well.” You told the pretty boy, you felt bad when you saw him frown slightly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, sorry. If I’m even a second late my brothers will be worried out of their minds.” You said sadly. You really didn’t want to leave since you were enjoying his company so much, but you knew you had to.

“It’s fine, do you want me to walk you home?” Man, he was such a gentleman. What were you going to do when you had to leave?

“No, it’s fine you don’t have to.”

“Please, it’s late and dangerous around this time.” He was right and you knew it, but you knew you could defend yourself too.

“No, really I think I can manage.” You smiled, the real reason that you didn’t want him to walk you home was because you knew your brothers would see him and chew him out like they always did with boys you like. And you rather this one doesn’t freak out and leave you like the others, even if you were just friends.

“Well, if you insist. But tell me when you get home so I know you’re okay though.” Your heart melted at this, why is he so damn adorable, worrying about you.

“I will, thanks.” You grabbed all your stuff and he walked you to the door.

Peter had waited a few minutes, deciding on what to do. He stared at the door as he chewed on his nail nervously. He was not about to let you go home alone. He quickly turned around for his room undressing and putting on his bright red and blue suit, before climbing out his window to look for you. When he finally spotted you he made sure to follow you closely, but not close enough for you to see him

This is so weird, what am I even doing? I’m literally following my crush to her house. He thought to himself before shaking his head, no, this is not creepy. I’m just a guy that wants to make sure their friend is safe, yeah that’s good. I’m a good, totally not creepy guy. At this point you were walking through empty streets. Peter winged from one building to another as quietly as a spider (see what I did there.), paying close attention to you. He quickly came to a halt when he saw you stop abruptly beside an alley and put your hands in your pockets.

The boy swung himself to the building on the other side in order to see what you were doing. He kneeled on the edge of the building watching you. Suddenly he saw a large muscular figure rise from behind a dumpster. You saw the big figure arise, immediately taking out your gun from your pocket and aiming it directly at it.

“Karen, zoom in on the big thing and turn on night vision.” He said, his suit doing as it was told. Upon hearing the familiar voice you looked up to see a red figure above you.

“Peter?”

“What?” He cleared his throat and made his voice deeper, “W-who’s Peter?”

“Peter I know it’s you, I can tell by your voice.” He was thankful that he had his mask on so you couldn’t see him blush at the fact you recognized him only by his voice.

“I-I don’t who you’re talki- Y/N/N BE CAREFUL” He yelled, and swung down in front of you. While you two had been discussing about wether or not the boy you saw was Peter, the large figure you had now recognized as a werewolf had ran towards you.

“MOVE!” You yelled, and Peter not knowing what do, did as he was told. Immediately you shot your gun, the silver bullet merely hitting the creatures shoulder. The werewolf lunged at you before you shot it square between the eyes, leaving it on the cold ground. Slowly you got up from where the werewolf had thrown you, panting slightly. You moved towards the red suited boy you knew was Peter and helped him up as well, since he had fallen to the floor when he jumped aside.

“You, okay?”

“I think I should be the one asking.” He had answered you, taking off his mask you saw his face was one of confusion and fear.

“Yeah,” You chuckled slightly, tired. You felt something trickle down you arm and looked down to see blood, “Shit.” Quickly you took of your flannel and wrapped it around your bleeding arm that was caused by the werewolf scratching you.

“W-what just happened?”

“Look, I’d love to stay here and chat but I really need to get home.” You said and began to walk out of the alley, after leaving the corpse of the creature in the dumpster where it was hiding before.

“Let me at least help you get home!” He yelled out for you, and was glad to see you turn around.

“How are you going to do that exactly?”

“Look.” He walked towards you and picked you up effortlessly

“Hey, shouldn’t you at least take me to dinner first?” You asked him laughing slightly, his cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

“Shut up and let me help you.” You both laughed, bot your laughter was quickly cut off by the feeling of flying into the air. You were currently swinging from one building to another, and moving at an incredibly fast pace.

“What the fuuu-“ You were cut off again by Peter shooting his webs at another building.

“Hey, where do you live?” He asked the most casual voice in the world, as if he did this everyday. After a few minutes of trying to tell him your address and being cut off, you were finally able to finish you sentence and Peter took you to the old rented motel you and your brothers were currently staying at.

“That. Was. Awesome?” You said when you both got to the motel, “Why didn’t you tell me you were Spider-Man before?” You spoke the last part quietly so only he could hear you. He had explained to you in general why he wore his suit while you were swinging around, and you that you hunted monsters.

“Well, why didn’t you tell me you shoot weird creatures often?”

“Uh, it’s complicated.”

“Exactly.”

You both walked in to the motel and you looked for your room. At this point the blood has almost stopped coming out, but you knew you would need stitches. 214, you read off one of the rooms. “This is it. Thank you, you basically saved my life.” You said looking into his sparkling hazel eyes.

“You saved mine.” You both smiled to each other looking into the other eyes. You never knew how much you could relate to someone so much until now. You were both nerdy geeks who happened to save the world as well, it was weird to think that.

“Well, good night Peter. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said and got on your tippy toes kissing him on the cheek and opened the door to your shared room with your brothers. Peter almost didn’t hear the muffled worried yelling of your brothers from inside because of the immediate oblivion your simple peck on the cheek caused him.

“Y/N, what the hell? Where were you?” Your brother Dean yelled worried out of his mind.

“Dean, wait she’s hurt.” Sam said, always noticing the little stuff. You remained quiet during everything. During the continuos yelling of Dean, and the then the bickering between your brothers. You even remained quiet, only giving a few whimpers, when Sam began to stitch you, Thinking only about the pretty boy you were now sure you didn’t just like, to say the least.

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i had so much fun writing this, do I hope you guys liked it! I’m currently obsessed with Tom Holland’s peter parker so

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kfawkes · 6 years

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You Ready, Luv? (Part 4) - [Eggsy Unwin x Reader]

[Hoooly shit lol. This is so damn long, and I could have even made it longer but I forced myself to stop lol. I’m seriously getting myself so deep in this, and now I just… well I’m going a little ham lol. Hope you like it guys, as always I love reading your comments and stuff! You’re why I do this, so I want you happy ;.; <3 ANYWAY ENJOY!

Pairing: Eggsy x Fem!Reader

Words: 3.6 I’m so fucking sorry hahahaha.

Warnings: Cursing! Lots.

—Read on Ao3!]

You’re with Eggsy and everything is quiet… You can smell him and feel him, and you’re sure that he’s real. There’s so much you want to say to him but, you stay completely silent. You don’t tell him how much he means to you because, well, you never do. You always just assumed he could tell. That he just knew…

Now, you’ll never be able tell him that his smile is what keeps you going.

Now, you’ll never be able to tell him that his laugh alone could brighten even your darkest of days.

When you looked at him now as he sit quietly besides you, he smiled that cheeky grin you’d grown to know as yours; and you knew wholeheartedly that you loved him.

You’d known for awhile now though, hadn’t you? And as you scan those azure eyes and that perfect jawline, you wondered why you couldn’t just say it… Why couldn’t you just… tell him?

Only, you already know you hadn’t told him because you’ve always been too afraid. You’ve always been a coward, and now you wished you had the guts when it mattered… And you realized that there was something worse than loving, and that was losing it.

Having it taken… ripped—

“You in there?”

Now you’re beginning to realize you weren’t with Eggsy at all… That you had been off in some hallucination of a seemingly perfect night you’d had months ago. You looked around, and you realized you were still locked in that damn room with this toothy son of a bitch. Whatever was in that gas really messed with your mind— bad, and you didn’t like how it felt one bit.

“Where did you go?” Artemis asked with curiously lining his voice, once again reminding you how stuck you really were.

“Doesn’t matter… I think you were in the middle of threatening me?” You asked pointedly avoiding his question as best you could. You were hoping for strong, but you feared you looked more weak than anything. “I think it was something like…’You’ll see’?” When you replied your voice was just above a whisper. “This is getting boring, Artemis. Get on with it.”

You knew right then that being a bitch wasn’t your best bet, but you felt a fire light and could hardly control the words leaving your lips. Your mind moved a mile a minute, overlapping with question after question: All of them pressing against your temples as your pulse elevated with each short breath in. But instead of asking any of them, you were silent— like you always were, watching the way his chest rose and fell trying to figure out the best way to play this game.

“Your little boyfriend, Galahad, has made quite a few enemies, hasn’t he?” Artemis narrowed his eyes as he half sat on his desk; crossing his feet at the ankles. He tilted his head slowly, leaning forward to point at you with the smallest smirk spread tightly over his thin lips. “There are many that want to see him dead… But there are some that would pay a lot more just to see him suffer.”

There it was.

The fear. Biting you sharply; sinking its fangs in as a inky poison spread into the wound. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep the terror from slipping across your face.

You wanted to ask who, but you weren’t looking to get laughed at. There was no way he would tell you anything you could use, and if he did— you knew that conversation would likely end in death.

You also sort of already knew the answer… Everyone and also no one at all.

With how many missions you two had been on these last 9 months, and the types of people you usually went against— the options were almost endless.

That uneasy golden smile spread showing you once more how dangerous being with Eggsy could be.

You may have loved him silently in attempts to make things appear less serious than everyone knew they were— but deep down you knew you weren’t fooling anyone.

Here’s where the guilt kicks back in… You start asking yourself questions like how could you be so stupid. How could you be so damn careless and how could you have been so fucking selfish?

It didn’t matter what you said or did, because ultimately Artemis laughed at you anyway. And as that maniacal laugh taunted your sanity it reminded you that this all could have been prevented.

There hadn’t been a day that passed where you didn’t wonder if that mission would be it… the one that ruined it all. The big fat ‘I told you so’, when someone got smart enough, and finally played this card. You had imagined a million and one scenarios, but this wasn’t even close to those and now as it taunt you, you didn’t know what to do.

Artemis shook his head at you, sending out the universal sound of disapproval as he walked to the bolted door. He raised his hand and began tapping his knuckle to the metal with a few hollow thuds. “You actually love that bloke don’t you…”

You didn’t have to say a word for him to read the answer written across your face.

“Good…” He pushed his hands together before his chest, rubbing them excitedly. “I think we better get things going, don’t you? For this next part… I’m going to need your help.”

And now it was your time to laugh… did this idiot seriously think you’d just agree to help him?

But after a second the way he eyed you like a toy shook you to your core and showed you that he did. A cold chill spread over you instantly, freezing you in place as your laugh died in your throat.

“Let’s get one thing clear here, Artemis… You can do anything you want to me, but I will never help you.” Your words came out as dark and threatening as you could muster, and you hoped it was enough. And you meant it, there was no limit to the amount of torture you would endure if it meant keeping Eggsy safe.

You’d die before you’d let anything happen to that man… Now you realize, you probably will.

“Thought you might say that, and honestly I wouldn’t mind having some fun with you. But my— let’s call her my partner.” When he started again his tone insinuated in a whisper. “Well, she wants things done a certain way, so it really is best for everyone that things go according to plan.”

“I don’t fucking care about your partner, or what she wants. She can go fuck herself.” You growled spitting on the ground at his feet. It was a bit much considering you’d never done that sort of thing before, but you just sort of acted and honestly no limit was too low for you right now.

Artemis just laughed at you again before looking to his feet with a face full of disgust. A second later he raised his hand and slammed it into your cheek; you felt the popping as your skin split, followed by the warm beed of blood trailing your cheek. To be perfectly honest it’d been awhile since you’d been hit that hard, but you didn’t show him him that.

“Sorry… but I really,” He lied rather poorly making a face while he eye his shoe unhappily. “really hate germs.”

You watched as he raised a hand, snapping his finger to the side. Within a second a mechanical piece popped forward from the wall, then slid up revealing a narrow walkway.

A tall thin woman walked out, bent down and wiped anywhere you’d spit without saying a word. The room was completely silent aside from the soft clicking of her heels followed by the hissing of the door pulling down; sealing shut once more behind a seamless wall.

There was a part of you that knew you should have been paying more attention to that woman, to what she looked like— where she was going. But with a brain still full of smog, and a mouth nearly bursting with questions you barely remembered a thing about her.

“Now… where was I?” When Artemis spoke this time, he sounded almost confused as he squint his eyes; searching the back of his lids for direction.

After a literal ‘Ah ha!’ moment he started again, but there was something strangely casual about his voice now. That tone was more unnerving than his creepy fucking smile had been.

“Oh, right… I was just about to show you what your darling Galahad has been up to while you’ve been sleeping. Are you interested?”

Just at the mention of Eggsy’s codename you felt a flicker low in your gut. Your eyes sent a soft twinge and you wanted to scream in his face, but instead you swallowed down the lump forming in your throat as you stare at him unwaveringly.

“Who am I kidding, of course you do. You are probably just worried sick, aren’t you?” Artemis turned to the computer placing his hand over on the tiny dragon on the screen; pressing a certain combination with his fingertips across its 8bit body.

You tried to watch… to remember the combination— but you could hardly focus on anything at all. How would you be expected to remember this if you couldn’t even remember what color hair the woman had?

When Artemis finished two more screens slid up from the desk and began projecting various areas of the base. At first you didn’t want to look because you knew this was all a game to him and by looking; you were letting him win in a way. But once you heard Eggsy’s voice echoing through the speaker you couldn’t help but dart towards it almost desperately.

‘I gotta get her outta there, but I’m fucked, Merlin…’

And there he was… in the middle of a screen standing in some control room. The walls was lined in tall conduits with large monitors and machines attached to them. Eggsy seemed to be locked in while he type away at the center consoles and when you slid your eyes to the other screen you saw just what he was hiding from.

“My men have been waiting for awhile now… They’re getting pretty bored, if you can imagine. But they’re good dogs, just waiting for me to give them the go ahead. And if I don’t tell them, well, they go anyway after about— five minutes now.“ He paused looking at you almost apologetically. “Oh, I’ve really been wasting your time…”

This is the part where confusion sets its root, and all you can see is a big fat timer counting down from five. But you watched with anxiety resting under your bust as Artemis drew your attention to a few areas on the screen besides Eggsy. “You see these? I like to call them Billows… These little guys are something I came up with. They act sorta like a bomb— in a way. But instead of causing a great big fiery explosion, they sends out a wave,”

Artemis pointed to another few small black dots on the screen as he smile wildly at you; and now your heart is pounding so fast you can hardly separate one thump from the last.

“Sort of like— an ultrasonic wave it you will. They’re petty small, but they pack a big punch and they just-” He slammed his hands together in a loud bang while making a loud popping noise; causing you to jump in the seat you were strapped to. “It’s veeeery messy, and honestly we’d rather not have to do all that. Galahad is very important to this whole thing, and our success depends almost entirely on his making it out of here with you. But, ultimately you get to decide…”

Artemis exhaled still holding a smile as he pushed a hand forward signaling your choices in his hands. “What’s it gonna be?” He made a loud rumbling sound mimicking an explosion not moving his eyes from yours as he continue. "Or… do you want to go home? Back to your perfect life with your perfect boyfriend, and your perfect dog…”

The way he ended was far too good to be true. There was no way Artemis was just going to let you walk out of here like nothing had happened. This had to be some kind of trick, another trap, something.

“Bullshit.” You called, not believing him for a second. But… you also didn’t want to watch Eggsy turn into a fucking omelet in about 4 minutes; So there was a part of you that you couldn’t stop from continuing. “There’s no way you’re letting us leave… just like that.”

“I can see why you’d say that. In your position— it’s not really that believable. But you don’t really have any other choice, do you? And time is ticking…”

Now you couldn’t believe your thoughts, but you wanted to ask Artemis what exactly he wanted from you… How much was it going to cost to get Eggsy out of there. The worst part was that you almost didn’t care what it might be.

“Wh… what do you want?” When you finished Artemis muted the computer turning towards you with a smile more chilling than the last; and immediately you missed the sound of Eggsy’s voice.

Your eyes were glued to that screen, each second Eggsy’s mouth moved inaudibly brought you closer to giving in… It was somewhere around 3 minutes now, and you watched painfully as his lips moved— cursing up a storm no doubt. You watched as he slid a hurried hand through his hair, panicking and pleading with who you could only assume was Merlin… His face pulled somewhere between confusion and distress while he try everything he could to get out of this mess.

God, he looked so… scared. And as you feel the seconds slipping away like sand, you realized you two never even stood a chance.

This plan was perfect. Whoever the hell set all of this up knew you— and they knew Eggsy. They knew he’d never leave you, they knew you’d do whatever you had to for him… And now, they were going to win.

As those seconds passed you felt a hopelessness cascading under your skin viciously, pulling you down until you were stuffed in the ground. Buried 6 feet and losing air… and you knew what you had to happen: You had to play your part. “What do you need me to do…”

Artemis released a relieved sigh, still sporting that mischievous smile as he answered you. “We just need you to drink this, that’s all. I mean… we could force it down your throat. But— it’s important that you do it willingly.”

You watched in near awe, trying to understand his words as he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a thin blue vial; tilting it back and forth in the light.

“Wh… what is it?”

But part of you didn’t even care what it was or what it might do yo you… As long as Eggsy was okay after all this you’d pay whatever price you had to. You owed it to him after all, didn’t you?

“It won’t kill you… Honest.” Artemis reminded you with another smile, holding the vial out to you once more. A second later he scoffed, rolling his eyes while he signal to your bound arms. “Guess I should untie you first.”

It was strange how nonchalant he acted, and you watched him as you would a spider making its way across the floor. He let out another loud snap to the side as the woman appeared once again through the mechanical clockwork. This time you could see her face… and you could tell she was absolutely not human.

She looked human— sort of. But, there just was something off about her; uncanny… wrong. And those eyes. They were a bright silver; far too silver to be natural and your own eyes widened in disbelief as she untied each of your arms carefully.

A moment later you pulled your wrist between your other hand, rubbing the rawness away as you stare up at the both of them under furrowed brow. Your instincts kicked in and you jumped up ready to fight your way out of this mess— but before you even pushed yourself from the chair; the woman shot her leg straight out and into your chest, pinning you back to the chair painfully with a sharp heel.

There was no way the force you felt came from a human— So what the fuck was she? No matter how hard you pulled at the heel that punctured deeply into your shoulder; it didn’t budge. You started to feel as the warm blood slide down your chest; ticking you as Artemis lean forward dangling the vial before your eyes.

“You’ve got about a minute now, Tristan…”

Now you realized that you were not going to get out this, and that in about 60 seconds Eggsy would be blasted to shit… That was if Artemis wasn’t lying, of course. But something deep told you he wasn’t the type as strange as that sounds.

“You take this, you drink it down like a good girl,” He emphasized, pressing the vial towards you. “or I kill him, then lock you in with his bits and pieces until you starve to death.”

You grabbed the vial forcefully, staring down at it as your hands tremble ferociously at your choices. Clearly he wasn’t playing nice anymore, and now it was hard to keep those warm tears from slipping. You looked at the monitor one last time as the sharp pang in your chest rumbled. “What will it do to me…”

“Times running out… luv.” Artemis said far too pointedly to be accidental as he signaled over his shoulder to the screen Eggsy decorated.

You watched the man you loved as the seconds ticked away… this was it and the dread was so heavy that it ached in your chest and you thought for sure you’d get sick from the pressure alone.

But then, you just knew what you had to do. You sort of always knew though, didn’t you?

So you lifted the vial to your lips, tiled your head back and swallowed whatever that shit was in one quick gulp; gripping the vial tightly between your fingers when you finished. It tasted like metal, and was cold as ice as it slid down your throat. You could even feel a coating lining the way to your stomach, and that thought was almost too much for you to handle.

Moments later you felt a sharp prickle over your entire body as you looked to your hands, your body filling with sharp pressing fear… if this wasn’t going to kill you, then what was it going to do?

“Wh…what’s happening— to me?” You felt the coldness encase you, spreading up your throat as the room began fading to black. Flashes of light and Artemis’ smile blurred together and sometimes you could even see Eggsy in there.

You felt as the woman, or whatever she was— slide her heel from your chest and in that moment you were sure you would vomit from the pain. The ache threw your chest forward towards your legs as you press your hand to the wound strenuously.

When you looked up with heavy eyes, you expected to see Eggsy on the screen… but you only saw flashes of that stupid fucking dragon flapping its wings most happily behind the bastard before you. The rest of the room looked exactly how it had before you were gassed now too… everything you’d knocked over was put back perfectly. Anything that broke was pieced back together… It looked like nothing happened at all.

“Wh… whadid…”

“Another something I made just for you, Tristan…” Artemis cooed, and you could sort of see the woman walking through the door; her arms full of the bindings that had once held you to the chair and several broken trinkets.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be alright— just like I promised… But you won’t remember any of this. You won’t remember meeting me, or talking to me… you wont even know what you’ve done until it’s too late.” He whispered malevolently— those words echoing around you until they were a part of you. Rumbling through and through as you fought with the darkness that called your name so sweetly.

“We will see you soon very soon.” Artemis’ voice traveled as if on air, and you could barely make out his footsteps as he retreated through the door.

And then… he was gone. The door was gone and it looked just like a normal wall… it looked just like a normal room. Everything was perfect.

For half a second you wondered if maybe you’d just made it all up… that the gas had just mixed your brain and you were hallucinating like before… Only the dull pang in your chest and the bright red blood reminded you otherwise.

Reminded you of a choice between this vial and Eggsy, and you pleaded with yourself to just focus. To hold onto that bottle, and to any bit of information you could…

But as the seconds dwindle away you’re not sure what to think anymore and you can’t shake the feeling that you’re starting to forget something… Something very important… If only you could just focus, then maybe you could remember what you’re not supposed to forget…

Except it’s hard to focus with the room fading into darkness… and it was hard to remember with a thick fog creeping in through your mouth and nose; erasing things it doesn’t want you to know…

And as you look to that fucking dragon one last time… You watched a bright golden circle flicker behind its wings before they both faded away; leaving you in complete darkness.

Cold, empty… darkness.

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TIME TRAVEL Miraculous Ladybug Story

Summery: Of all the shocking Akuma's Ladybug and Chat Noir have faced, this one takes the cake. Or... perhaps the clock. Ladybug and Chat Noir get sent into the future. Will they figure out who they are?

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Prologue

Year 2017

“Chat! Chat, are you okay?” Ladybug hovered over her partner who was currently passed out on the ground in the streets of Paris. This was not a good situation. Not to mention, she wasn’t alone.

“Oh my gosh! Ladybug! Is Chat Noir okay? He’s okay, right?” Alya poked her head over the two heroes.

“Alya, please, stay back,” Ladybug grit her teeth in annoyance, but tried her best to be kind to her friend. As Marinette, she and Alya were besties, but her obsession for Ladybug could get in the way of getting the job done. She’d saved Alya’s life countless times now, and yet she hasn’t learned!

“Alya, come on, we need to get back,” Ladybug heard a familiar voice. She turned to see Nino worryingly looking at Chat Noir and her while trying to pull Alya back.

Ladybug shook her head, looking back to Chat Noir. “Come on, kitty, don’t play with me here. I need you to wake up—we’re a team!” She said, brushing his hair out of his face. He was breathing, and his eyes flinched at her touch, but he simply wasn’t waking up.

“Ladybug, Chat Noir’s okay, right?” she heard Alya ask again.

“Alya!” Ladybug turned sharply towards her, “You and Nino need to get back, now! Do you understa—“ a large quake shook the ground beneath them, Ladybug covered her partner protectively as parts of buildings came tumbling down. One landed near them, causing dust and debris to fly everywhere. Her mind was ringing from all the noise.

Her brain was in a fog. She heard a yell, something about running. Run. She needed to run. She looked up to see the Akuma. It was too late. She couldn’t.

It pointed a menacing finger at her. “Times up,” it growled.

“Ladybug, run!”

“Alya, get back here!”

And then everything went black.

-•-o-O-o-•-

Year 2032

It was 10:00 at night as two heroes stood on the rooftops above the streets of Paris. “Feels good to be patrolling again, M’Lady,” Chat Noir practically purred, walking up behind her and holding her waist. “Purr-fect, actually,” he continued, kissing her cheek.

“Enough with the flattery,” she laughed and brushed him off, “You know why we’re patrolling tonight.”

“Because you miss seeing this hot body in leather,” he grunted, steeping away from her and flexing.

She scoffed, “Chat, seriously,” she gently slapped his chest. “This is the night,” she frowned, “The Time Hog akuma, remember?”

He nodded, suddenly serious, “Yeah. This will be the first Akuma we’ve seen since—“ he stopped himself, “You sure you can handle this?” he asked her.

She crossed her arms, “Oh come on Chat, I’m not helpless!”

He put up his arms in defense, “I know, I know, but… I worry. It’s only natural. I’m your husband.”

She smiled, leaning towards him and kissing him briefly. “I know. And you’re allowed to worry,” she smirked, “But you can’t stop me.” “Believe me, I know,” he sighed, pulling her in for a hug. They stayed like that for a while until a bright light flashed behind them. “Well, I guess it’s time,” he grinned, “No pun intended.”

She rolled her eyes and swung herself towards the light, followed by Chat Noir. When they landed in the street, they made sure no one was around before approaching the fading light. “Strictly professional,” Ladybug reminded Chat Noir, tapping his nose.

“Of course,” he waggled his eyebrows, “But don’t get upset when you can’t keep your hands off me.”

“I’m sure I’ll manage to keep control,” she said cooly.

By now, the light had faded and what it uncovered would’ve shocked the heroes had they not beed expecting it.

“H-hello? We need help, please, help—“ they looked down to see a frightened young boy with a red cap and glasses, holding a young girl glasses and crouched before two familiar looking heroes. His eyes blew wide when he saw the two of them. “Whoa… what’s going on?” he breathed.

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