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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink

Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.

Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.

"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?

Have a nice day!"

He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.

When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!

"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.

"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.

"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.

He decided no.

"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.

"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.

"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.

"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.

"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.

Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.

"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.

"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.

"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?

He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.

The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.

But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.

He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.

How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.

He really had a crush on you.

Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.

Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.

Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.

Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.

"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.

He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.

You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.

Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.

The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.

"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.

"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-

"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.

"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.

Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.

"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.

"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.

"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free. "You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.

"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.

"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him. The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.

"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.

"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.

"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.

Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally. Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt. Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.

"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.

He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.

"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.

He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.

"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.

"Yeah Princess?" He answered.

"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.

"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."

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Cupid Love Arrow | Steve Harrington. |

Summary - You never thought in ten million years that you are going on a date with fucking Steve Harrington, you were never the type who like the little Miss perfect of Hawkins, but one night out of no we're Steve asked you out and maybe you enjoyed it.

Type - Fluff

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Paring - S1 Steve Harington X Nonbinary Reader. ( for male or female readers.)

unnecessary Tags - @peakyrogers @princess-kaija @iwannadeletemyself @suchababie @comebackjessica @motherofdicks

A/N - Hope yall enjoy I was in the mood for some cute fluff (:

Walking up to your Locker the fresh start of your new day in

Hawkins, You and your family moved here only a couple months ago, your mom wanted a fresh start away from the City and away from your old life so now you are here, stuck in this small country Highschool. Shutting the locker after you shoved all the books in your locker you closed it turning around to walk around the hall because there was still some free time before the Bell ring. "New kid watch out!" You heard the screaming and when that happens you turned your head to see what all the commotion was going on and before you could even move the football hit your face gulping for a second, not noticing how embarrassed you have gotten you cover your face "What the fuck?" you question turning around to see a couple boys you wiped the blood that was dripping down your noise the football still in hand, one of the guys was cute but they all looked stupid. "Here you damn ball back" You threw it at the main guy with mid force hitting him in the chest making the other boys chuckled and laugh nudging the Alpha male. "Idiots" You whisper under your breath hearing the Main male walk over to you "What your name?" The male asked he was handsome, but his hair was bigger than most of mine and god his cologne. "What do you want?" You moan hearing the bell knowing that be a good way to ignore him but he was still following you like a stalker. "Steve, um Steve Harrington" Turning around now in front of your class "y/n, now I am going take my noise that is still in pain and leave bye Steve" You scoffed entering your class.

The day had gone fast sitting on the side cigarette hanging on the left side of your lip, you were annoyed and had a shitty day getting hit by a football and all the teacher were just dicks, now putting the cherry on all of it missing your bus your mom would not be off work for another hour, she would not be happy. The door open next to you hearing A male and two females talking Oh speak of the Devil. Stomping out the Cigarette standing up to not be stuck with Prisses and Captian jock Pass for sure. Now I just got to figure out if I want to walk the five miles or call mom and wait. "Later You Two, Hey Y/n Wait up!" He yelled across the parking lot. "What Do you want? The bothersome was clearly shown on your face and You think Steve could tell but it was almost an hour after the buses left so Steve wonder why you were here all alone. "Why you all here alone?" He was actually not trying to be Cocky or an ass which was a shock for both of you. "Miss the Bus," You say swinging your bag over your shoulder Steve followed you as you were walking to head home, he was hot on your tracks and stop in front of you. "Steve do you have anything better than harass me?" You questioned ur folding your arms so you do not end up strangling the poor kid. "Why don't I give you a drive home and in return why don't you let me take you on a date" Taken off guard wasn't the only thing you felt the red crept up on your cheeks now your ending up looking at the top of your combat boots. Looking back up " A month of you being my Taxi driver and then I will go on a date with you" You said bluntly hoping he says yes because you do not want to ride that discussing bus again. Steve was a bit taken back about blunt you were but he thought it was kinda cute He smiled "I pick you up tonight It a deal! let's go" he says making you rolled your eyes "I am fucking coming," You yelled at him.

The snap of the seat belt and looking around in the car was a sweet ride but you did not want Steve's head to get too big. Sitting in there in quiet with glances from Steve part could not stop you from smiling but hid it well the day was long watching Steve pass the trees and watching the Fall leaves get crumpled under the wheels you heard Steve say "When did you come to Hawkins?" Steve asked Sitting up from laying your head down "Couple months ago from the City, mom wanted a new start so dragged me halfway across the state to Hawkins" Steve nodded "it gets a bit lonely here when you do not have any friends." He chuckled " It seemed like you are Mister Popular" Steve turned on your road but he looked at you shaking his head and he said nothing, you decided not to push him so you stayed quiet and just talk about yourself. "Don't need to answer" you smiled at him seeing that he had stopped at your house, You Grinned "see you Later Steve?" you say hanging in the window and walked inside to get ready for the date that was weird to say, maybe you don't hate him that much even if Cupid screw up a bit.

"I will be home at Ten sharped okay" You smiled at your younger siblings brush their hair out of their face and kissing them goodbye walking over to your mom with a worried glance, she has been working night shifts since we moved here and she been passing out every time her body hits the couch. "Love you, Mom." Walking out the door shutting it softly to not wake her up waving to Steve in the car but he was already out there with a bouquet of flowers, they were lovely the shock was on your face smiling "Such a romantic" You say plucking the bouquet out of his hand they were red Roses how cute. "I Adore Roses now hop in were losing the night" He teased.

"Steve, why do I have to keep my eyes closed?" You asked Steve had told you to keep your eyes closed since you got in the car and you were curious why " Oh do not ruin the surprise And no it not a party" He says with a small smile you knew Steve seemed to be Mr. Hot guy, at school and fooled all the woman but this was another side of him that you saw even if you guys just met, it not that hard to pick up on things. "You going to be the death of me" Steve poked your side making you squeaked. "Jerk," you mumbled playfully at him.

Hearing the car stop "Okay just hold on okay?" You were quite confused and wondering if this was gonna be how you die, like in one of those horror movies, you really hoped it wasn't "Is this when I die Steve?" You heard the door open Steve chuckled "If your lucky you won't die." Steve help you out of the car feeling his arms wrapped your race goosebumps came across your arms and He smiled "Open them" You were taken back you could see all of Hawkins from you, "Steve it stunning" you say You Lean on the car saying "My worries seem to be gone when I am up here and of course with you" you teased. "Is your mother okay" Steve could tell it was not just the nerves of the date that was bothering them and the drapes were open. "She been working a lot, Me and my siblings have to take the bus to school I am sorry you did not hear to listen to this.'' A shy whisper came from your lips Jumping to sit on the front of the car Steve shakes his head sitting on the car with you, Looking at you seeing that you were wrapping your arms around your shoulder, "Come here you idiot" He teased taking the demi jacket off and t slipping it over your shoulders. "Tell me what up?" He asked knowing that since you got in the car ride you have been deep in your head he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Taking a large sigh "My mother lost our farther only three years, ago but he always treated her like complete shit" You grew angry just thinking by it your fists curled Steve seeing that has he moved closer putting his hand over your red knuckles. "He drinks too much, I always had to take care of my siblings, my mom was working two jobs and my dad was out at multiple bars." Huffing thinking this was the normal laying On the car. Steve just stared at you in Awe you looking at the stars he was content this way and that was okay. "Steve come lay down" you Snicker at the young man tugging at his hand like nothing you just said bother you. " My Folks are never there I know it was nothing like what happens to you but staying in that big house all alone fucking sucks". Nodding keeping your eyes on the stars pointing to one and another. "It, not a completion every story has a their tragic story" Steve saw you leaning your head on his shoulder seeing you relax in his arms. Wrapping his arm around you nodding and enjoying the silence. "Maybe we should do this again," Steve says looking toward you.

Smiling at Steve " Maybe we should Uh".

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aclosetfan · 3 years

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if you are still taking prompts

may i suggest

“he focused the sound of her feet walking towards him. damn, he is so fucked”

@over-under-through1 (Lol you don’t even have to request stuff btw, Id literally just write stuff for you b/c youre so nice)

I thought of a few ways I could go with your prompt, but everything was coming up either hella boring or too predictable. I can’t say I’m too happy with what I wrote, but I know you like the greens so I settled on fleshing out a scene from a never written fic about Bubbles and Boomer’s engagement, and Bubbles forcing their families to meet (against Boomer’s recommendation). The twist is that everyone already knows each other, and unsurprisingly, no one likes their bridal party counterpart. (no powers au)

For the sake of context: Butch and BC are both the kid-siblings in this story. They know each other because they go to the same high school. Butch is one strike away from being sent back to juvie, and BC has the incredible (self-imposed) pressure of living up to her amazingly successful older sisters. Prior to the blue’s engagement, none of the green’s interactions had been particularly positive b/c Butch is considered a bully and BC’s best friend (only friend) Elmer is often bullied. BC’s personality is very closed off and Butch thinks she’s creepy. (lol I could go on forever about the potential outline of this story, but this is enough for a dumb excerpt)

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Prompt: He focused on the sound of her feet walking towards him. Damn, he was so fucked.

Summary: Butch needs a hero, he’s holding out for a hero—wait no, not that one! He wants another hero; he’s holding out for literally any other hero. Buttercup would just like one night of normal jogging.

Pairings: greens (but not romantic more like the very, very beginning of a positive relationship)

Genre: friendship/action

Rating: like 18+ for language and violence; t/w: thinly veiled sexual harassment (just threats, NO action—located towards middle) My warning/rating is just precautionary. Honestly, didn’t write anything that wouldn’t be shown on TV.

He was slammed against the fence by the scruff of his collar, and it was the first time that night that Butch thought, maybe, things weren't going to work out in his favor. "Come on, guys." He coughed, still recoiling from the punch to his gut, "Three of you, one of me? You may want to call the rest of your friends over and make it a fair fight."

The smart and playful banter was neither appreciated nor reciprocated, as another jab connected with his stomach. He gagged, and they allowed him to drop to his knees.

"What?" He coughed, as bile burned the back of his throat, "Skipping the dirty talk? Got somewhere better to be?"

"Do you ever sssshut up?" Snake, one of Ace's fave little goblins, growled.

"My incredible wit is half my charm, and you want me to s-s-s-sssshut up?" Butch argued back, mocking Snake's ever-present lisp. It wasn't the smartest move, but the way Snake's face contorted into something uglier, Butch believed his inability to keep his fucking mouth shut had been worth it. Snake kicked him fully to the ground and pinned him there. Face smooshed in the dirt, he cursed at them, and Snake pulled his hair, peeling his head off the pavement.

"What you sssay, kid?" He hissed.

"I said," Butch spit, "how's it feel to finally be the guy on top?"

Snake smashed his head down hard onto the pavement, and Butch saw a wave of stars.

"Piece of sssshit!"

"Takes one to know one, right?" He groaned as his vision became less and less spotty.

"I jussst," Snake chuckled, "I jussst can't fucking wait to sssee you get taken out."

"Like murder? Or on a date, because, like, you're not my type."

That earned him a punch to the back.

"Ssshut the fuck up, man!" Snake huffed, shoving his face back into the dirt.

"Fuck thisss kid." Snake said to the other two idiots, "Billy, hold him down. I'm gonna get Ace. Tell him we found him."

Butch tried to break away, as soon as Snake had let him go, but Big Billy, the biggest, dumbest, motherfucker that Ace probably kept around for his size and his size alone, stomped down on his back, replacing Snake, and effectively keeping Butch in his place on the concert.

"Yeah! That's right, pillow princess! Run home to daddy!" Butch barked after Snake's fleeing form, before a foot connected with his head. This time his abuser wasn't Snake or even Billy. No, this painful encounter was best accredited to Grubber. Grubber was another one of Ace's favorite minions. He was a short ugly man who, Butch swore, was suffering from some thyroid disease that made his ugly eyes bulge.

Butch couldn't tell if Grubber was dumb or smart. Butch couldn't even tell if Grubber was human. He looked more like the reanimated corpse of a dog-troll with the way he hunched and let his tongue lull out of his mouth. Regardless, the guy haunted his nightmares.

Butch let his head drop back to the ground in a daze and cried out when Billy applied more and more of his weight onto his back with a giggle. Butch was sure he'd end up snapping in half.

Mentally, he pleaded with the universe for a miracle. He had never been much of a believer in anything before. He figured when he died, he'd just die. Really nothing more to it. What he had not figured on, in all of his existential wonderings, was his death taking place in the middle of an abandoned McFatties parking lot, and frankly, he found the whole ordeal a little unfair. An abandoned McFatties parking lot was possibly one of the worst places he could think of to die in, and that was coming from him, a kid who had been forced to visit the state of Ohio once. So, mentally, he pleaded with the universe for a miracle.

"Hey!" A voice cried out, and because he was 99.9% sure he knew that voice, Butch filled with even more dread, taking back his pleas to the universe that had only happened mere seconds ago. He actually didn't need a miracle. He needed the sweet release of death.

Please. Please. The Death. Please! Not this! I don't want this! He mentally chanted, Death, death, death!

"Duuuh, hello?" Billy asked the parking lot, and Butch lifted his head a bit to get a look. When no one presented themselves, Grubber and Billy shared a look before shrugging, and they continued to bounce on his back until a brick sailed through the air and hit Grubber on his head. The shock of it caused Grubber to bite down on his tongue, and he cried out in pain.

"Grubber?" Billy asked, his voice thick with worry.

"Get off that guy!" The “mystery” voice rang out, and another brick flew through the air and hit Billy on the shoulder.

Big Billy stumbled off of him and looked around, "Who threw that!"

"Go!" The voice was closer, and Butch could hear the sound of running, "I'll call the police!"

The threat was enough for Grubber, who was still clutching his mouth. He grabbed Big Billy by the shirt, and they took off.

"We're telling!" Billy cried out like a five-year-old as another brick made contact with his back, "We're gonna tell on you!"

"Yeah! Keep running!" The "stranger’s" running came to a halt a little away from him, and yep, he 100% knew that voice. He groaned, his eyes screwing shut with pain, as he laid out on the pavement. He focused on the sound of her feet walking towards him and groaned again. Damn, he was so fucked.

"Shit are you ok—wait, Butch?" Buttercup asked, barely masking her surprise.

"Don't tell my brothers." He cracked an eye open when he felt her standing over him.

"I could care less." She scoffed at his weak begging, "Are you dying?"

He flexed and wiggled, but besides some major bruising, he seemed to be functioning well enough.

"Like," he grimaced, "not physically."

There was a shout, and Buttercup bristled above him. "Good enough, now get up," She huffed, yanking him up and his knees locked in pain.

"I take it back." He bent over, clutching his stomach, "I take it back, I'm dying."

"They were over here, bosssss!" The Snake called from around the corner.

"Well, now's not the time." Buttercup hissed at him and threw one of his arms over her shoulder to help drag him along, "I'm really gonna need you to get your shit together."

"Give me a minute." He hissed back, gritting his teeth, as he tried to get his legs to corporate, "Internal damage doesn't just fix itself. I don't have fucking superpowers."

"Consider getting some," She huffed back as they hobbled along in the shadows, ducking into a random alleyway.

He scoffed, "What are you even doing here?"

"What are you even doing here?" She echoed as they exited the alley and took a random right. She was moving them towards a bus stop. The street lamps shone over the bus stop bench like a spotlight, and the seat sang to him like a siren. His head was still reeling from the blow Grubber had dealt, and sitting down was exactly what he needed to stop the world from spinning.

"Touché." He said after a moment. Her business was her business. His was his. He was fine keeping it that way.

They made it to the bench, and Buttercup set him down. He slumped, holding his head in his hands as she paced around, peering into the shadows that the bus stop lights couldn't reach.

"Buses aren't coming anymore." He mumbled, and she looked back over at him with a frown, "Obviously, I know that."

"Then can you stop pacing.” He demanded, “You're giving me a headache."

"I'm giving you a headache?" She scoffed, "Listen, get up. We need to get somewhere with more people."

She was right; he knew that. The street they were on was desolate. They were still too far from both the City's hustle and bustle and the neighborhood cop patrols in the outlining suburbs. This was an awesome no-man land for shitheads like Ace and Co. to hangout.

At the same time, though, it hurt to move.

"Are you suggesting we run away?" He snorted, putting on a brave face, "Not my style, cupcake."

"Don't call me that." She shot back without missing a beat, "And I'd say this is more of a tactical retreat. I can't spend the rest of the night saving your ass. There are better things to do to waste my time with."

He stood up with the full intention to say something witty and badass back, but he moved too quickly and swayed. Little black dots filled his vision, and he plopped right back down onto the bench with a grimace.

"Five more seconds," He ended up spitting out as he gripped his head in his hands.

"Okay, for real, are you going to be okay?" Buttercup asked, kneeling in front of him, "Your head's bleeding."

He brought a hand to his forehead and tried to swallow the wince as his fingers brushed the wound. He frowned and examined the blood on his hands, "Well, that explains a few things."

She frowned back at him, "You could have a concussion. We need to get help."

"Probably not." He waved away her concern, cracking a smile, as he thought back to a particular conversation they had had in the school cafeteria not too long ago, "I've been told I've got a thick head."

She opened her mouth to retort, but somewhere in the shadows, there was a scuffle, like the sound of a can being kicked, that made her snap her mouth shut. She stood, whipping her head in every which direction looking for something terrible to appear.

"You're gonna have to walk faster." She looked back at him, "You're too heavy to carry."

"Excuse me, ma'am, it's not very polite to comment on a person's weight."

Buttercup glared down at him, "Do you really think right now is the best time to be a smart-ass?"

"Yes, in fact, I do. It's how I cope, thanks."

"You cope with humor?" Buttercup blinked with a dry stare, "Why?"

"Well, Ms. Doom-and-Gloom, I know this may be hard for you of all people to understand, but laughter is the best medicine."

"No," She snorted, rolling her eyes, "I'm aware. I just don't get how it works for you since, you know, you're not funny."

Butch opened his mouth to retort, but a hand shot out of the shadows and gripped Buttercup by the shoulder. She gasped in surprise, and he shot up a little straighter, ignoring his headache.

"Gotta say, Butcie-pal, I agree with the girl. I neva thought you were too funny either." Ace leered, "Who's ya pretty little friend, anyway, hmm? I don't think we've ever been introduced."

"Oh," Buttercup grimaced, shaking her head as she flicked Ace's hand from her shoulder, "no. No. Touching me won't be necessary."

"Fancy seeing you here, Ace." He gritted out through a forced smile, "A little birdy told me you got out of the joint early."

"Good behavior." Ace's face split into an equally condescending smile, "Did ya miss me, kid?"

"I've been countin' the seconds, buddy."

"Wait, Ace?" Buttercup's eyes went wide with recognition, "The Ace? From the Gang Green Gang?"

"The very same." Ace winked down at Buttercup, his sunglasses slid down his face as he checked her out, "I see my reputation proceeds me."

Buttercup ignored Ace, and whipped back around to glare at him, "Seriously, Butch? You were fighting with the Gang Green Gang?"

He rolled his eyes, "Oh, I'm sorry, did I not get around to telling you that, Buttercup? I've been a bit preoccupied."

"Buttercup?" This time Ace froze with recognition, and jabbed a slim, long finger in Buttercup's face, "Now, hold on. I know you."

Buttercup's lips pursed as she hit his hand away, "No, no, you don't."

"Yes, yes, I do." Ace continued to wag his finger in her personal space, "You're that prissy prosecutor's sister, ain'tcha, the one who had the pleasure of locking me up for three years?"

Buttercup's eyes darted over to Butch before going back to Ace, "Can't say exactly. The City has a lot of prosecutors."

Ace's face broke back out into a smile, "Yeah, yeah. I remembers seeing you in the paper, right next to ya sista."

Buttercup frowned, "Not ringing any bells."

"Aw, come on, don't play dumb with me. We're all friends here. Your sister, she's the one with the red hair, wears a ribbon, funky eyes. What was her name again? Tulip? Rose?" He snapped his fingers in though a few times, "Something floral."

"Blosssssom?" Snake suggested from behind.

"Ah!" Ace's smile grew, "Blossom! Yes! Thank you, Snake!" He grabbed Buttercup by the shirt and dragged her close. Practically nose to nose with her, he smirked, "Ringing any bells now?"

"Just a few." She glowered, no longer feigning cluelessness.

Ace threw his head back with a laugh, "This is the night that just keeps giving, boys! We've caught this shitbag." He jabbed a finger back at him on the bench, "And now we've got Blossom's pretty little sister to play with." He pulled her closer by the sleeve of her shirt, smashing her against his chest, "The only thing that would make this better is a beer! You drink, sweetheart?"

Butch scoffed because even though Buttercup was obviously a secret witch necromancer in her spare time, he wasn't a fucking degenerate who enjoyed watching men scaring girls, "Your issue's with me Ace, leave her out of this."

Ace threw Buttercup away, pivoted on his heels, and stalked back over, "Oh, oh, don't worry 'bout nothing Butch. I haven't forgotten about you. Sees after me and the boys get done having a little fun with your girlfriend, I'll be taking care of you."

Butch bristled in sync with Buttercup, "Oh—"

"—no—"

"—Wait!"

"Time out!" Buttercup cried, forming a 'T' with her hands, "I'm—"'

"—She's—"

"—not his—"

"—girlfriend!" They denied simultaneously.

Ace blinked, "I'm threatening both your dignities and your lives, and that's what you're choosing to focus on?"

"Yes!"

"Alright." Ace conceded, shrugging. "Say, fellas, get Butch's. . .acquaintance?" Ace asked, looking at him for confirmation.

"Eh, sure—" He conceded with a shrug, as Buttercup huffed from behind Ace, crossing her arms.

"—I wouldn't even say that."

"Yeah, okay then," Ace corrected himself, ignoring Buttercup, "Fellas, get his acquaintance nice and ready for me while I have a few words with the kid. Don't rough her up too much, though. You know how I like to work with a clean canvas."

"Ssssure thing bossss,"

"Oh, hell, no." He heard Buttercup growl, but his view of her was cut off by Ace, who pulled him up by the scruff of his collar. The adrenaline was pumping once more through his veins, so this time, standing at least didn't hurt.

"Seriously, dude, I don't think you wanna fuck with me like this." He threatened, but even he knew how empty it sounded.

"Seriously, dude," Ace mocked with a smile, "I don't think I give a fuck. Gotta admire your balls, though, kid. Takes a lot of guts to talk to me like that."

"What's your fucking deal anyway? I did what you asked for, I—"

Ace, a cheap bastard who fought dirty, kneed him hard in the groin. Butch let out a strangled gasp, and Ace laughed, letting him drop to the ground.

"It's that fucking mouth of yours." Ace answered, squatting down to get in his face. His breath smelt like cigarettes, weed, and rat piss, "Anyone ever told you it ain't becoming cussing in front of your elders all the time?" Ace reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack. Taking a cigarette, Ace offered it up, "Want one?"

"I don't smoke." He replied curtly. It was a semi-lie. He smoked. He just wasn't an avid cigarette smoker. Considering his family, though, he did, in fact, fancy himself a professional second-hand smoker. Brick chained-smoked. Boomer was always in a perceptual state of "I'm quitting tomorrow." Mojo could typically be found puffing on some pipe or cigar. And HIM was more of a social smoker, but a smoker nonetheless, since he liked using the cigarette sticks that made him look like Audrey Hepburn too much not to smoke.

If he died, Butch had always figured, it'd be lung cancer that took him out.

"That's smart." Ace nodded, chuckling, "It's shit for ya anyway, but what vice isn't, right?"

Butch watched Ace wearily as he searched around for his lighter. The pain in his groin had subsided into a dull ache, but he stayed on the ground. With Ace, he had to play it smart. Five against one weren't numbers in his favor, and there was Buttercup to consider, unfortunately. The little priss was probably scared shitless.

Ace flicked his lighter on a few times before it caught light and puffed his cigarette for a moment. Finally, he looked back down at Butch and exhaled a cloud of smoke in his face. It didn't bug Butch, but Ace seemed to think it was pretty funny.

"Now, kid, these manner problems you seem to be still having, I think, you know, that someones gotta teach you a thing or two. Seems like your shitbag brothers ain't doing too good a job, huh?"

"Don't talk to me about my brothers."

"Yeah?" Ace smiled, the cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, "And whatcha gonna do, huh, do I gotta remind you about the position youse in?" Ace stood up and kicked his foot hard into Butch's gut. Again, he lost the air in his lungs.

"Fuck you." He coughed, and Ace shook his head.

"See again with the cussing." Ace sighed, "Figured since your brothers are too good for us now, that they'd do a little better by you, but I guess somethings neva change. Once a rat, always a rat, right?"

Butch opened his mouth to retort, but the commotion behind Ace caught his attention. Ace didn't seem to notice as he continued to lecture Butch on manners, respect, and a bunch of other things gang-bangers seemed to believe they automatically deserved. Through the gaps of Ace's legs, he watched as Grubber hit the ground hard.

His eyes widened as Buttercup swooped in on the fallen man, stomping down onto his back to keep him still. The taser in her left hand sparked to life as she spun around and lodged the offending weapon into Snake's neck. Snake cried out and made a swipe for her arm, but she ducked down, invading his hold. Squatting on the ground, Buttercup jabbed the taser into Snake's crotch, and the noise he made was finally enough to get Ace's attention.

"Wha—" Ace started, his sunglasses sliding down his nose in shock. Butch probably didn't look any better.

Buttercup ignored Snake's pleas for mercy and kicked his feet out from under him. He collapsed to the ground, still holding himself in his hands, and Buttercup smirked. Using her hands to launch herself into the air, she flipped away from Big Billy, who had been clambering up behind her, without a second glance. Billy’s nose was already bleeding, and based on the feral way Buttercup was taking the gang out, Butch would have placed money that a good headbutt had caused it.

Billy was too slow for Buttercup. Butch didn't have a clue where Arturo was, but if she kept bolting, he was pretty sure she had a clean and clear shot out of danger's way. To his surprise, though, Buttercup didn't run away. After landing her flip, she slid to a halt and turned back towards Billy. Squatting down low, like a sprinter, she took off back towards him at top speeds. Butch knew Buttercup was fast since she was always running everywhere like a madwoman, but he didn't think she could go that fast. She was on a high-speed collision course with Billy, a guy four times bigger than her, and it was the first time in his life that Butch had ever seen her smile like that.

Billy was ready for her, though. His arms were opened up wide as he got ready to grab her. Butch almost called out to her in warning, but instead, he watched in astonishment as she collided with Billy at a nearly perpendicular angle. She jumped slightly up before impact and threw her weight down onto Big Billy, using her shoulder to break his block and knock him off balance. The force of her momentum caused the big guy to stumble off to the side. He cried out in surprise as he tried to steady himself, but Buttercup didn't give him a chance. Like Snake, she dropped to the ground so that she could kick his unsteady feet from out underneath him. And like on Snake, it was quite effective.

Billy hit the ground with a loud crash and Buttercup stood over him, clapping the dust off her hands as she shot Ace a look.

Butch shared a bewildered look with Ace for a moment, before they both turned back to the fight.

"Billy!" Ace cried out, "Get up, you lug!"

Billy didn't get up, but he did start crying, and Butch laughed, "Ah, come on Ace, the bigger they are, the harder they fall, right?"

Ace glowered at him and called out to both Snake and Grubber, who both, in turn, moaned from their spots on the ground.

"Arturo!" Ace shouted, "Where the fuck are you?"

"Here, boss!" Arturo cried, sprinting out of the shadows and towards Buttercup with a battle cry. He lunged for her, but Buttercup seemed unfazed as she reached into her hoodie and pulled out a can. She sprayed whatever it was into Arturo's face, and he dropped mid-lunge to the ground with a horrible cry. She sprayed his face two extra times for good measure and then pocketed the can of mace like it was as unimportant as Chapstick.

She whipped her head back around towards them and again shot Ace a death glare.

"Holy shit." Butch blinked and then let out another short laugh, looking back up at Ace, "Like damn, dude, you're so fucked."

Ace balked, taking a few steps back. He began to root around in his pockets before pulling out a switchblade and flicking it open, "Don't take another step!"

Buttercup brushed some dirt off her jacket as she continued to advance, "What, Ace? Is the canvas not clean enough for you?"

Without his lackey's, Ace trembled with fear, "I said, not another move."

"Cute knife," Buttercup shrugged, nonplussed, as she reached back into her pocket, "Wanna see mine?"

Ace looked between the two of them, as Butch began to find his footing once more, then at his fallen minions. He dropped his hands and backed further away.

"This ain't over!" He sneered and took off running.

Buttercup pulled her hand out of her pocket, sans knife, and dropped to her knees to inspect him.

"Do you just piss everyone off for fun?" She asked, helping him up.

"Something like that," he shrugged.

Behind them, Billy began to groan as he attempted to pick himself off the ground. Buttercup's eyes went wide.

"Let's go." She hissed and pushed him into a run. She pulled him along for a moment as she ran before letting him go and taking off on her own. He tried his best to keep up, but the beating he had been put through quickly caught up with him. He slowed to a stop and watched her disappear into the distance. Taking a few deep, heavy breaths, Butch bent over and put his hands on his knees.

In. Out. Wince. In. Out. Wince.

He wanted to call out to Buttercup, but she was long gone, and, for once, he couldn't find his voice.

What a fucking night, though, he ended up thinking to himself.

There was nothing else that the world could throw at him that would surprise him at this point.

But right on cue, the world took him up on that because immediately after he spoke the challenge into existence, red and blue lights flashed behind him. A cop car chirped, its siren turning on and off once to get his attention. Butch slumped further down with a sigh, because of fucking course. He should have known better.

Jumped and thrown back into juvie all in one night—it was a new personal record! He couldn't wait to hear the opinions his family would have. With another heavy sigh, he threw his hands into the air and turned around to face the officer since he wasn't too particularly keen on adding "racially profiled and shot in the back" to his long list of shitty sob stories.

"Well, well." The officer stepped out of his car, but Butch couldn't see which one since the officer had neglected to turn off the headlights shining right in his face, "What do we have here?"

He kept quiet because he knew his fucking rights. The cop stalked up to him and blinded him with a flashlight. He didn't quite understand why that had been necessary given the patrol car's headlights, but cops were a different breed of stupid in this City.

"Now, if it isn't the most illustrious Butch Jojo. I've heard about you, kid."

Butch grunted back.

"Hmm, not much of a talker?" The cop asked conversationally, and Butch twitched with annoyance. He didn't get why everyone—especially adults—always wanted to do the small talk bullshit.

"That's fine. I'll get to the point—" Butch already knew he actually wouldn't, "—where are you coming from looking like that?" The cop flashed his flashlight up and down, emphasizing the tears and bloodstains on his clothes. "Are you aware of a robbery that took place on 5th tonight?"

Butch seized up, knowing exactly what the cop was implying. "That's like forty minutes from here on foot!" He protested.

"I wasn't asking for directions, son."

"I don't know anything about a robbery on 5th." Butch spat back, and the cop's mouth curled into a sneer.

"Then, care to explain what you were running from?"

Taking a deep breath, Butch glared at the officer, "I don't have to say anything."

The cop chuckled, "Well, maybe you'll change your mind at the station."

"What!" Butch yelled, "I—"

"—Calm down, kid, I'm not playing games!"

"Wait, officer, wait! He's with me." Buttercup ran forward, reappearing from the shadows and linking their arms together. Slightly, she pulled him away from the officer and his blinding lights, "I was showing him the loop I run, and he tripped. I—I was doubling back to bring him a—uh, a bandaid?" She (poorly) lied.

"Buttercup Utonium?" The cop blinked, and she offered a strained smile.

"Hey, Officer Smith."

The officer's face contorted, and he jabbed the end of his flashlight toward Butch's face, "He's with you?"

"Uh, yeah." Buttercup shrugged, stepping slightly in front of him like a barrier, "His brother is engaged to my sister."

The officer lowered the flashlight and blinked in surprise, "Blossom's engaged? I just saw her the other day."

"Not Blossom." Buttercup shook her head, "Bubbles."

"Bubbles! Engaged?" The officer exclaimed, blowing air from his lips, "Time flies! I remember you being this tall—" He indicated a little past his knee, "—when your sister starting working for the Prosecutor."

Buttercup nodded her head, curtly, "Yep."

The officer smiled at her and reholstered his flashlight, "Well, you tell Ms. Bubbles I said congrats, ya hear me?"

"Alright, no problem." Buttercup nodded again, nudging into him, so he'd start backing away. The officer shot him a quick look before turning back to Buttercup. "And you keep this one in line, ya hear me." He told her as he wagged a finger in his direction. "It's about time you found some decent friends to hang out with." Officer Smith lectured, staring him down, before he addressed both of them, "Now, it's past curfew, you two need to head home."

Butch kept his mouth screwed shut, but Buttercup seemed to read his body language loud and clear because she threw him a nasty look before turning back to the officer.

"Sure, sorry, Officer Smith, we lost track of time." She apologized to the officer as she elbowed him into walking away, "I'll tell my sisters you said hi."

"Goodbye, Buttercup." The officer waved as he made his way back to his patrol car. "Butch." The officer nodded at him, giving him the once over again.

He rolled his eyes, turning away. "Fucking cops." He grunted, but when he looked over to his right, Buttercup was gone. "Hey, where—" He spun around looking for her, only to find that she was practically halfway down the block, "—Hey!"

Ignoring how sore he was, he jogged after her. She didn't bother to look at him as he knocked into her.

"Okay, three things—" He started, as he kept in step with her, and Buttercup heaved a heavy sigh. "One, how do you three know everyone in this fucking city?"

She shrugged, "Just do."

"Two, why do you just have a taser and mace on hand?"

"Because I'm a teenage girl, and I run at night."

"Yeah, soooo…"

"Sooo," Buttercup emphasized slowly with a dry look, "sex trafficking, rape. Teenage girls always seem to be a pretty hot commodity. Recent events should have probably tipped you off to that."

Butch stopped dead in his tracks for a moment and blinked, dumbfounded, "Oh right. Cause you're a chick. I, like, forgot about that."

"Yep." She agreed over her shoulder since she hadn't stopped to wait for him to process the obvious.

He jogged to catch up with her with a nod, "Guess that's smart then."

"Guess so." She muttered back and took a sharp left down a pathway he hadn't even known existed.

"And three," He slowed them down, rubbing the back of his neck, "uh, thanks, I guess, for back there."

"Which part?"

"All of it."

Buttercup looked past him towards where the cop car had been and then back at him with a shrug, "Don't mention it. Like, seriously, don't."

He nodded, and she turned away, going back to fast walking speed. He stumbled after her.

"So, where we going?"

"I'm going home. I don't know where you're going."

"Going home?" He repeated.

"Yep."

"But why—how! You can't just go home! Not after all that shit back there!" He speculated out loud, "Aren't you, like, pumped up?"

She sighed, "Nope. Are you going to keep following me?"

"Buttercup." He huffed, running in front of her to block her way, "dude, that shit back there was fucking badass, and I don't say that kind of shit lightly. I don't know whatever fucking voodoo god you're praying to every night, but it's working. You gotta—" he scrambled for anything his mind could come up with, "—you gotta, like, at least get something to eat with me for like, like, closure."

Buttercup stared up at him, her eyebrows pulling together, "Did…did you just ask me to hang-out?" She paused before clarifying, "With you?"

"Uhhh…" He frowned, his own eyebrows pulling together as he mulled over his previous statement, "huh?" He shrugged, "I guess I did."

Her frown deepened, and she pushed past him, "You should probably go to the hospital. Thick head or not, it was obviously hit a lot harder than you've let on."

He snorted and turned around to catch up with her, "I think I'm serious, though."

She looked him over again, "Seriously, you're starting to freak me out. Should I call 911?"

They made it out of the alley and emerged near a little corner before Townsville blended into the surrounding Pokey Oak County. There, like a beacon in the night, was Pops, a burger joint that he liked.

"Ha!" He proclaimed, pointing towards the 24/7 diner, "Come on!" He grabbed her by the elbow and began to drag her with him.

"Hey!" She protested, digging her heels into the ground as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp, "Cut it out!"

"Listen. We're getting a burger, whether you like it or not. Brick's treat."

She stopped her struggling and a raised eyebrow, "Your brother's paying?"

He rolled his eyes with a smirk before he pulled his older brother's debit card that he had stolen earlier that night from his back pocket and waved it in the air, "Duh."

She looked back over her shoulder towards the direction of her home, then over again towards him and the burger joint, "Welllll, if he's paying," She hummed, shrugging, "sure, why the hell not."

He laughed and dropped her elbow, "Good choice, Butterfingers, let's go."

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I’m sorry if you hate it—I know the pacing’s a bit off and my dialogue punctuation needs work, but it’s been a crazy few days lmao and I just wanted to get this out ☹ if it’s absolute shit let me know and I’ll try writing you something else! Also, the body slam BC used on Big Billy is a move Jammers use in roller derby to get past blockers because, hint, in this world BC is “secretly” in roller derby. ((“Secretly” because her fam and Elmer knows, but no one else.)) I just suck at action scenes so it doesn’t come across well

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tearsofthemis · 4 years

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Tears of Themis : Chapter 1 “Social Snobbery” Part 12

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▌Location- QingPing Restaurant, First Floor

MC: “Mr. Fang, you…”

(Fang Yuan’s sudden admission that he was the one who broke the security camera was far from what Xia Yan and I anticipated.)

Xia Yan: “Mr, Fang, is it safe to assume that you were already aware that this food poisoning incident was intentional? The culprit at hand is Lu HaiYang.”

(Fang Yuan quietly sat down at the table.)

Xue XinRan: “Grandpa Fang… It’s been so long, why are you still protecting that ungrateful scumbag! Like the saying goes, ‘give him an inch and he’ll take a mile’, you’re too kind to him and now he’s taking advantage of it!”

Xia Yan: “Miss Xue, what did Mr. Fang tell you?”

(XinRan turned to Fang Yuan silently, bit her lip and turned away angrily. Fang Yuan sighed, but it was clear that he had no intention to tell us more. His reluctance to open up to us made me think of the family portrait I found on his bookshelf, and the photo of Lu HaiYang behind it.)

MC: (That’s right, it was Lu HaiYang! The boy in the photo resembles Lu HaiYang! Is this the reason as to why Mr. Fang would rather shoulder the blame?)

MC: “Pardon me for asking, Mr. Fang, but we found your family photo on the bookshelf, and a photo of Lu HaiYang was behind it… Are you willing to shoulder the blame just because Lu HaiYang looks like your son?”

(Fang Yuan looked at me in shock, then sighed.)

Fang Yuan: “How did you know…”

(I retrieved the photo frame from the bookshelf and passed it to Fang Yuan.)

MC: “The boy in the photograph… is he your son?”

Fang Yuan: “That’s right... Fang Xuan was our only son.”

MC: “Where is he now…”

Fang Yuan: “Twenty-seven years ago when he had just turned eighteen, he was accepted to his first choice university and begged us to let him go backpacking alone to celebrate. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion for him, but who could have known that the tour bus would get into an accident as it was rounding a tight mountain bed, and he would never came back home… QingPing and I decided to sponsor students, partially in memory of our late son. We wanted to reward all the hardworking students who achieve their dreams of going to university, almost as though they can go on in place of Fang Xuan. Unfortunately, QingPing fell ill from the shock of losing her son. Who would’ve known that two years later, she would leave me as well…”

MC: “My condolences, Mr. Fang…”

Fang Yuan: “QingPing loved to cook, and she left behind her recipes. I quit my day job and opened this restaurant in hopes that more and more people would come to love her cooking as well. HaiYang was originally one of my employees, he wanted to work part-time and prepare for university. I would often see him hang back and study in the restaurant when we closed for the day, he was hardworking like Fang Xuan in that regard. Naturally, I wanted to help him, to take away some of his financial burdens. I won’t lie and say that I don’t have a soft spot for him compared to all the other students I’ve sponsored in the past.”

Xia Yan: “Lu HaiYang was a righteous and studious kid back then, wasn’t he.”

Fang Yuan: “Of course. HaiYang would never sabotage me and intentionally poison others, he was forced to by that corrupt company!”

MC: “MeiWeiKa forced his hand? How do you know that for sure?”

Fang Yuan: “It all started when he was hired by the company a year ago.”

~~~Flashback~~~

Lu HaiYang: “Grandpa Fang, y-you gotta help me, they’re going to fire me…”

Fang Yuan: “How did this happen to you, my boy?”

(Lu HaiYang knelt in front of Fang Yuan and sobbed. His face was swollen, and purple bruises were starting to form under his eye. Someone had beaten him up.)

Fang Yuan: “Get up, get up. Who did this to you, I’m going to call the police!”

Lu HaiYang: “W-wait! Don’t call the police, I.. I did this to myself.”

Fang Yuan: “You… hit yourself!? W-well why would you…”

Lu HaiYang: “I couldn’t reach the sales quota the company set for me by five hundred thousand dollars. As my punishment, I had to hit myself fifty times in front of the whole department. The company said it was meant to be a lesson. If I didn’t hit myself hard enough, they would cut my salary under the pretense of not rectifying my wrongs, and not striving for improvement.”

Fang Yuan: “How outlandish! What your company did to you… is against the law! Go and resign, HaiYang. We have to take them to court!”

Lu HaiYang: “I can’t do that, Grandpa Fang! You don’t understand just how hard it is to find a job, especially after I’ve just graduated. I have to start from somewhere and climb my way up to the top. I didn’t stay long at other companies. If I resign now, no one will want me as an employee! I don’t want to move back home, back to the shoddy village farms, I want to stay in Stellis City… “

~~~Flashback ends~~~

MC: “MeiWeiKa company has committed severe crimes, he should have listened to you and resigned so he could pursue legal action!”

Fang Yuan: “HaiYang was scared to be homeless, his drive to provide a better future for himself is understandable. I was scared at the time when he showed up in that sorry state, so I caved and agreed to help him with what I could. He asked me to purchase MeiWeiKa’s membership at a price of two thousand dollars a month. I agreed.”

Xia Yan: “That was the beginning of the end, right? Lu HaiYang kept on pressing you to buy add-on services, like that VIP membership.”

Fang Yuan: “That’s right. MeiWeiKa’s VIP membership costs thirty thousand per month, it’s more on top of that if you want advertising space on their app. There was no way I could afford it. After I refused to upgrade my membership, work pressure began to build on HaiYang. Since then, he has become twisted and unscrupulous. MeiWeiKa is the root of all our problems, falsifying bad reviews and hiring idle-men to harass and cause trouble for us restaurant owners. The restaurant next door has experienced similar treatment.”

MC: “Have you guys considered filing a class action lawsuit?”

Fang Yuan: “We don’t have any evidence… or the kind of influence that MeiWeiKa has. Everyone online would side with the company, I could do nothing about it except watch as LuYang followed their lead and became one of their lackeys. Actually, since the health department gave their verdict, I already knew that HaiYang was the one who sabotaged the water supply. But…”

Xia Yan: “That’s why you hosed down the water container, and swept the restaurant meticulously of any pesticides, and broke your own security camera… all to protect Lu HaiYang. If you are this certain, then our culprit is the man himself?”

Fang Yuan: “W-well I-”

Xue XinRan: “Grandpa Fang! If you let this slide, the restaurant will be filed as a health hazard, and the restaurant will have to shut down! Then no one will ever get to taste Grandma Fang’s recipes ever again…”

Fang Yuan: “I don’t want to stay quiet to the injustice I faced, but I don’t want HaiYang to go to jail. He’s still young and has his whole life ahead of him, he’s only made a couple bad decisions. But if he’s incarcerated, his life might as well be as good as over!”

Xia Yan: “But Mr. Fang, this lawsuit could be the push Lu HaiYang needs to be set on the right path again, won’t it be beneficial for everyone if MeiWeiKa is punished by the law for what they’ve done? Lu HaiYang forced to sabotage QingPing Restaurant, could be the first of many spearheads that’ll expose MeiWeiKa’s unethical business practices, as long as Lu HaiYang could turn around and testify…”

Fang Yuan: “You don’t understand, young man! I’ve definitely thought of convincing Lu HaiYang, but that company isn’t one that I can anger!”

MC: “But sir, you’ve never asked us to stop our investigation today. Aren’t you at least a bit hopeful that perhaps we can help? As long as Lu HaiYang is willing to cooperate with us, I can defend him against the prosecutors…”

Fang Yuan: “Young lady, you’re a lawyer aren’t you? I’ve already guessed as such. You must have concealed your identity because XinRan told you that I’m not fond of lawyers, right…”

(I hadn’t even realized that I had let it slip!)

MC: “I apologize, Mr. Fang…”

Fang Yuan: “Actually, I’m not against hiring a lawyer, I was only afraid that lawyers would prosecute HaiYang... I thought that if I tidied up the restaurant, your investigation would be futile. XinRan would give up the case, and perhaps I would pay less for the settlement; it would be a good thing. But I underestimated your abilities, and I underestimated XinRan’s perseverance. When we were upstairs just now, I told XinRan everything that I have just told you both, she tried to convince me to speak with you. I understand that you have good intentions of helping me, but I cannot give up HaiYang’s future so… my decision is that I will not hire lawyers for the trial. I thank you for your time and your service.” (Just as Fang Yuan dismissed us, he turned to head up the stairs once again. I wanted to plead with him and say something - anything that would get him to change his mind. As I opened my mouth, the restaurant’s door opened. Who would come to the restaurant at a time like this? I turned towards the door... It was Lu HaiYang.)

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《CREDIT》 Translator & Editor: @humi-and-co 《未定事件簿》Tears of Themis is a 2020 Chinese otome game by 米哈游Mihoyo. All original credits go to 米哈游Mihoyo.

《 VOICE ACTORS 》 Xia Yan | Jin Xian: https://weibo.com/riceranger Lu HaiYang | Zhang Pei: https://weibo.com/u/1937059462 Xue XinRan | V17-Su Wan: https://weibo.com/u/2925530143 Fang Yuan | Zhao Yang

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tazzykiki · 4 years

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I’m tired, angry and bored so here we go! A messy list of fucked up Public School Things that may or may not be a universal experience:

The Lunches were a mix of good and horrible:

I was usually fine with the lunches because they were pretty decent and, like, yay food! But looking back they were just, so wrong????

Like in my middle school lunches AND breakfast were a mess. I got food poisoning like once or twice from the breakfast and the lunch was pitiful. At one point they just stopped cooking the pasta and left a bunch of uncooked, powdery noodles in a plastic box like anyone was gonna grab them and be like “mm yes! my favorite! hard noodles!”. Like what the actual fuck.

The pizza was also in a box, none of the toppings were labeled so it was a gamble on what type you would get, and most of the time they were burnt. In HS the pizza was fine but it tasted fake as hell and I’m pretty sure they just took some rubber and put cheese on it.

My HS lunches were better but even then it was just, really concerning how limited and odd the food was. Luckily we didn’t have to pay except for like cookies and stuff smaller than your hand that costs like $2 cuz they want to ��promote healthiness” despite feeding us what is basically prison food.

The class sizes were horrifying: I’m sorry but what person can teach 30+ rowdy kids and be perfectly fine??? Not to mention this was the norm the whole day! Imagine grading all those papers, keeping track of every student, and making sure they all shut up long enough to teach. And that’s just for the teachers who actually care.

Like a class size should be a max of 20 with a few exceptions. Do you know how stressful it is for everyone involved? Not to mention, 30 kids was considered SMALL!! Some classes had 40, even 50 STUDENTS!!!! WHAT THE FUCK.

We never had enough books, or supplies, or anything. Usually by the half point of the year, half the books would be missing or destroyed and it was a mess. In HS the Drama and Music teachers had to deal with like, one class of 10-20, and then like 5 classes of 40-50(all mixed grades too). And you know what’s even more fucked up? There was only one of each teacher.

There was one drama teacher. Who btw deserves the world and legit cares about her job and students. I honestly hope she quit and went somewhere better. She had to put up with 40+ screaming kids, grade all of those assignments, deal with insult and harassment(she was plus-sized and white. So she couldn’t talk back, would get insulted, and more.The only white people allowed to be sassy in that school were funny white men that were laid back), and had barely enough supplies to get by.

There was one music teacher. Who also deserves the world and legit cares about her job and students. She had to deal with 40-50, almost 60+, kids. The majority of them being sophomores and freshman, with bits of seniors and juniors. She taught music, taught band, and organized events and performances. She is, I believe, the first and only music teacher in that school and that’s just so fucked up. Like imagine being one person and having to manage hundreds of students like that.

There was only one digital arts teacher but I have no idea what they did since you can’t choose what class you attend. I just know it was constantly crowded, never really applauded, and they weren’t involved in a lot of things.

Oh yes how could I forget the art teacher! Yeah no there was no art class that involved drawing and painting. Apparently that class was scrapped years ago and has now turned into a JROTC locker! :D Speaking of JROTC:

JROTC and Sports had too much support and that’s a serious problem:

Hey maybe it’s because I’m an art kid and I hate exercising(because every attempt to do so was met with laughter, humiliation, and the ridicule of my body even though I can’t control how my body grows and changes), but man did JROTC and sports(specifically football) have way too much attention.

We had not one, not two, but FOUR ENTIRE JROTC CLASSES! Classes training you to be in the military, specifically Air Force. Classes you HAD to take unless you wanted to be in gym(never had the class but from what I’ve heard, there were about 50-70 kids, mostly male, filling up that class and they didn’t do anything but play ball or whatever. All of course, taught by one guy).

Somehow this program had enough support for uniforms, 4 different classrooms, supplies, several teachers(all of whom were in the military at one point[they were chill except for the freshman teacher who called you a whiny baby for being in pain]), and more.

Not to mention, every so often military people would come by with pretty pamphlets and fun little strength tests and have kids to sign up to newsletters and shit and ask them to join the military when they graduate so they can get free college and happy fun times!! :D

Football was given way too much attention, even over the other sports, and I absolutely hate it. Every month was about football, football, football. So much money went into football, so much support went into football. Yeah yeah yeah follow your dreams or whatever the fuck they tell you on Disney Channel, but there was too much support on this one sport that involved kids breaking their heads open.

Please please give me ONE valid reason why this irritating-ass sport had so much attention while art students, craft students, theater students, music students, students who want to work in literally any other field that doesn’t involve science or sports had to fucking scrape every tiny little chance they could from the crumbs that were left behind. PLEASE tell me why I had to join a completely different program that was hella exclusive and restricted to Juniors and Seniors that had a certain skill-level just to have a proper arts class while football players got a cool fancy bus, a shit ton of gear, and praise every single day(seriously their pictures and trophies were everywhere).

Why is it that they get scholarships and full rides for throwing a ball around and bashing their brains open while I had to fucking destroy my hand and scramble around for some shit like $200 which I wouldn’t even get because I don’t have the skill to paint the mona lisa or whatever. Anywayyyy~

Hey what the fuck was up with the rules? Sorry kids but if you’re reading this, everything they tell you on tv about high school is a lie. Unless you watched the Dora the Explorer movie, then that was actually pretty accurate.

Hey is it weird we had metal detectors and legit police officers(who were armed) in our school? Is it weird that we had to wear plastic, see-through book-bags, that weren’t even given to us for free and were so weak that they had to get rid of that rule because they would break after like 2 months? Is it weird we were all stuffed into a nasty, sticky, pest-ridden, staircase right in front of the main doors in the morning because we weren’t allowed all the way inside for whatever reason unless it was for a club(i.e. sports)? Is it weird that we were all trapped in the lunch room by security guards because they didn’t want kids roaming the halls even though they already did? Is it weird we weren’t allowed to go to the bathroom and were always told “you should’ve went your last class” when your last class didn’t let you? Is it weird we weren’t allowed to use the bathroom and were always told that “you should’ve went during the transition time” even though the transition time was only 4 minutes and the hallways were so crowded that it’d be time for class by the time you’d get there?

Is it weird that when we were allowed to use the bathroom, all of the bathrooms were locked and only one on the other side of the school was open, and the majority of the stalls were broken? And they kept the bathrooms locked, even after school, because they didn’t want kids skipping class even though they still did?

Is it weird that if you didn’t have a belt(if you were male), or a part of your uniform, you would be prevented from going to class if there were no more temporary uniforms?

Is it weird that if one kid did something bad, the entire class would be punished and class time would be wasted and the point of punishment would be lost because the teacher wanted a taste of power or whatever?(hey one time in 8th grade, both classes had to stand in one long ass line for about half an hour because someone was talking and it was treated like it was a joke. this took up our breakfast time too)

Other Shit: One time my HS got like $20,000 and instead of using it to fix at least one thing, they wasted it on useless flatscreen tv’s and SAT “tutors” that taught us 3rd grade english & math, how to annotate(I swear to fucking god one more person try and teach me how to underline a motherfucking sentence---) and did absolutely nothing to help us. Meanwhile the football players were living like kings.

We had a strange assortment of teachers, ya’ll know about my junior and senior english teacher. But did I ever tell you about the freshman JROTC instructor? She was so much fun~ I remember one time!!! ooh this is a good one :DDDD!!!! that I was in so muuuuuch pain that I was crying and couldn’t move! and guess what!!!!???? ooh! ooh! guess! She called me a whiny baby and said I was overreacting!!!! omg? She was so right tho, I was totally overreacting to being in immense, insufferable, pain that no one even attempted to be concerned about~~

Oh here’s another good one: I used to cry a lot! It was horribly embarrassing and not fun~ I was either sick, on my period(which according to the multiple doctors I had to be rushed to, was normal and the intense pain was hereditary), or having an emotional breakdown~ This lasted from 5th grade to Senior Year of HS! :D

One time I was in a lot of pain, 7th grade I believe, and cried for a whole hour straight. What did my teacher do? Have me sit in class while everyone went to like social studies or whatever, talked with some teachers, and then complained about how I “cried and cried and cried for an hour straight” with no concern whatsoever. BTW the nurse was never there and even then she was kinda useless.

Don’t even get me started on the several times I was on my period and was actually screaming in pain and was still looked down on because a student screaming and hollering in pain is no cause for concern obviously~ Really surprising how a lot of the male teachers and staff were more concerned then the female ones, especially the science teacher who has a uterus, has multiple daughters, and the audacity to say I’m ~overreacting~. I’m so happy our teachers and schools have our priorities in order.

Note: If you’re horrified by this. Good. You should be.

More misc things: My HS had a shit ton of roaches, water bugs, and whatever those long disgusting things that walk around on the walls and fall off once you see them. Art meant nothing to them. Teacher sanity meant nothing, student sanity meant nothing. The principal was great and I blame whoever’s “funding” schools and working behind the scenes. I know this was more about personal stuff, but like a lot of things like large classes, lack of supplies, lack of empathy from teachers, constant pests, horrible food, stupid rules that hurt us more than helped, really weird exposure to cops and military, and too much focus on one subject is super common in public schools and I really really want it to stop.

#tazzykiki #long post #public schools #here's that rant i promised #honestly greg was smart not sending steven to school #not telling what could've happened #cuz look at this shit #okay to reblog and even add on #plz tell me im not the only one

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fabrowrites · 5 years

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Oh, haven’t you heard?

It's the second week back to school, and Lloyd is finally settling back into the swing of things. Wake up, check. Brush your teeth, check. Eat breakfast, leave the house, get off the bus, and walk to the first class. Check, check, check, and check.

Lloyd pushes open the school's front doors and steps inside. He gets a couple of good morning nods on his way to homeroom, but nothing more than a hello. That's fine. Lloyd's never been the most popular person, and the friends he had in elementary have all but drifted away with his schedule monopolized by his ninja duties.

"Hey, Lloyd. Lloyd!"

Well, scratch that. "Hey, Nya," Lloyd says. "How's it hanging?" He goes over to her corner. Jay and Kai are already there, the red ninja napping at his own seat and the blue ninja looking over her shoulder. Lloyd slides into the seat next to her. Both of them look up at him with identical grins. Lloyd is immediately on edge.

"Oh, you know, the use," Nya says. It should be impossible, but her grin gets even wider. "Speaking of which, have you checked YouTube recently?"

"Speaking of what?" Lloyd asks, before a phone is shoved in his face. He blinks. The video is frozen on a screen with the word 'UNSOLVED' stamped across it in bright red letters. Nya clicks play.

This week we will be investigating the alleged existence of a child of Lord Garmadon.

A strangled noise escapes Lloyd's throat. "What? What- Nya!" He slaps her phone down against the table, ignoring her outraged yelp. His face is dangerously red as he glances around the classroom. "What is this?"

Nya is too busy laughing at his redness to answer. Jay answers for her. "It's really cool, dude!" he says, fiddling with the edge of his scarf like he's scared of Lloyd's reaction. "There are these two guys, and they do theory videos on the internet."

"This is a pretty recent one," says one of the men on screen. "Like, could-be-happening-right-now recent levels."

"I've gotta be honest with you," says the other. "I was a little bit skeptical about this one at first, but the evidence really does line up."

"For Garmadon having a secret love child?"

Lloyd wants to melt into the floor. He covers his eyes with his hands instead and sits back as far as he can. "Nope. Nope! I do not need to be listening to this."

"Just you wait. I'll have you convinced by the end."

"Oh, shush," Nya says. "Stop being a baby." She pries his hands away from his face. Caged in by the desk on one side and Jay and Nya (and Kai) on the other, Lloyd resigns himself to his fate.

"Oh no, it's not that. I want this one to be true."

Let's get started, then. The year is 20XX. One year after Garmadon launched his first attack against the city. On September 30, between 9:15 and 9:45 PM, a dark figure enters an apartment building in Downtown Ninjago. He takes the elevator to the second floor and goes down the hallway to apartment 202, where he's ushered in by Mrs. Lee, the tenant. Witnesses describe this man as tall, around 6 foot 2 in height, with black hair and wearing a large coat. What's more interesting is what he was carrying.

"Mrs. Lee," says the second man, the one on the left. "Who is she?"

"It's the name she went by," says the first. "Judging by the way she disappears later without a trace, it isn't her real one. The police weren't able to track her down."

"Damn. I thought I was onto something there."

The voiceover continues. "One neighbor, Mrs. Nessa Everton, describes this shadowy-looking man entering the apartment across from her with, quote: "a bag from the local baby store tucked under one arm". End quote."

Okay, but how do we know that was actually Garmadon. Maybe it was... just some other tall, crispy man.

(Wheeze) Some other crispy man?

Well, I don't know, dude!

What other crispy men do you know?

I'm sure there's someone out there.

"Hey. What are you guys watching?" Kai appears over Lloyd's shoulder, hair even more impossibly messed up from his nap. His eyes light up. "Wait, is this that theory video?"

Nya nods, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Yeah, it is, now hush."

Kai makes a noise of elation. Lloyd is one second away from slamming his head into his desk. "You guys are the worst friends."

The first man laughs. "Moving on," he says. "Six years later, in April 20XX, Garmadon once again entered the city. He heads immediately to a park on the Eastside. Police trailed him there, only to find him shouting obscenities at the children who were playing soccer in the field. Garmadon escaped capture once again, but we can fill in the details from the witnesses there.

"Oh my gosh," Lloyd says. "I remember this one."

The coach of the game said, quote: He was an absolute lunatic. The whole time he was screaming terrible, horrible things at the kids playing the game. I wanted to call the police, but they showed up before I could." End quote.

A mother of one of the children there, Valerie E. Richards, had a different take on the incident. She said that Garmadon wasn't harassing the children at random, but only specific ones from one team. Quote: "If I didn't know better, I would have pegged him as one of those crazy soccer parents."

No, but can you imagine being seven years old.

(Wheeze)

And you're just doing your thing, whatever, and this big four-armed man starts screaming at you?

Your mom is just like, "cover your ears, Timmy, ignore that evil man."

"But Mom! I think that's Lord Garmadon!"

The first man holds his pencil in the air. "That would be pretty weird when you think about it."

"Did Garmadon ever say why he was there?"

His partner snorts. "What, at like his supervillain press conference?"

"...right."

"Let's put together what we know. Garmadon's first visit was for a baby, judging by the bag he carried with him. That places the child between a newborn and three years old, making him anywhere between fourteen to seventeen now. The gender of the baby is unknown, as are it's genetics and appearance."

With all this in mind, let's look at the theories. Theory number one: Harumi Niseko is the secret child of Lord Garmadon.

"Harumi?" says Jay. "Like the Mayor's daughter?"

"I think so. Didn't she dress up as him for Halloween last year?"

Harumi was one of the children confirmed to be at the soccer game, and was also one of the few children that Garmadon didn't shout at. In fact, witnesses claim the Lord of Darkness even went so far as to call her "my girl" and laughed when she kicked another kid in the shins. Harumi herself has not denied these claims. When interviewed in 20XX, she said, quote: "I think Lord Garmadon would make a pretty cool dad." End quote.

"Just because she said he'd be a cool dad doesn't make him her dad."

"I know. Evidence against this theory is the fact that, while adopted, both of Harumi's birth parents are listed on her birth certificate."

Which brings us to theory number two: that Lord Garmadon's secret son is actually dead but was recreated as a robot.

All eyes lock immediately onto Zane, who's just stepped into the room. The poor ice ninja looks flummoxed at the sudden attention: Lloyd's face burning, the others sharing giant smiles. "Is there something I missed?"

This theory speculates that Garmadon's child- a boy, in this one- died somehow as a child and was replaced by an android version of himself. While it's true that humanoid android citizens exist now, this wasn't always the case. The first human-android models were created just under twenty years ago, lining up with the timeline for this theory.

"They think I'm a robot," Lloyd says dumbly. "They think that somehow Garmadon replaced me as a child and no one, not even my mom, noticed?" His voice rises to a shrill peak at the end and cracks. This only makes Nya laugh harder. "Shut up!" he grumbles, mortified. "I'm leaving."

"No, wait- wait!" Nya says, gasping for air. "You have to see the next one."

Begrudgingly, Lloyd remains in his seat. It's not like he has a choice anyway, with the way Kai immediately drops his head to rest his chin on Lloyd's shoulder with too much pressure to be relaxing.

"Theory number three," says the host. "The secret child of Lord Garmadon is actually the Green Ninja."

At this point, both of the hosts break into laughter. Lloyd's stupid dumb idiot friends aren't much better, but at least they have the decency to hide their snickers behind their hands.

No, scratch that. Kai is currently crying with laughter, his literal tears soaking the shoulder of Lloyd's hoodie. Lloyd shoved him off and he tumbles to the floor.

"What, in like some kind of misguided revenge quest?" asks the second man.

"Exactly! Why is it the Green Ninja who always goes after Garmadon, even when there's a better-fitted ninja for the occasion? I'm telling you, it's personal."

"Oh no," Nya sing-songs. "They're onto you!"

The second man shakes his head. "No. No. You said this kid would have to be in between fourteen to seventeen. That would mean our city is being protected by middle schoolers!"

"Yeah, that is a little scary to think about." The first man sighs. "Oh well. I liked that one the best, personally."

"None of them sounded convincing to me, but I still think this one's true."

"You mean, that Garmadon has a kid?"

"Yeah. No one goes to those soccer games unless they have a kid to force them there."

The other man laughs. "In any case, the identity of Lord Garmadon's secret child, and whether or not such a child even exists to begin with, will for now remain unsolved."

The video ends. Finally. Blessed, blessed, silence. Lloyd slides down in his chair so his face is hidden in his hoodie and his back is more against the seat than the backing. His stupid friends are still laughing at him.

"So, Lloyd," says Kai, with the self-preservation of a particularly dumb dog. "What do you think?"

He gets only a groan and a rude gesture in response. Kai laughs and ruffles his hair. "That's our Lloyd."

"Just wait until he sees the one about Garmadon's four arms," Cole says cheerily.

#ninjago #ninjago fic #my fic #happy birthday lloyd

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adelheidvonschicksal · 5 years

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Good Girl | Dabi x F!Reader | Fluff/NSFW

Dabi with a very innocent female reader, with some rough nsfw and dirty talk?

I’m so awful with dirty talk. 😂

Warnings: NSFW, wannabe dirty talk, insecurities, Dabi being a sweetheart

Your hand shakes with every centimeter closer you bring the eyeliner to your eyelid. Make-up wasn’t your strong suit besides the basics of foundation, lipstick, and mascara. This is an emergency, however. The man you wanted is dangerously close to belonging to someone else if he hadn’t already.

The man you love, Dabi, is a villain, not the smartest idea considering you are only a civilian. The two of you met actually about a year ago when some jerks were harassing you on the bus on the way home and not taking no and your obvious discomfort for an answer. You’re sure he only stepped in because they were annoying him too with the obnoxiously loud talking.

Ever since then, the two of you kept running into each other. You’re not sure if it was fate or what, but you became acquaintances then friends then he would drop by your house and spend the night every so often to shower or eat, and he would give you some money when you needed something or if rent was tight or he felt that he was staying over and using your stuff more than usual. You never questioned where he got it from nor wanted to know either. Eventually, the two of you became friends with cuddle benefits whenever one of you were feeling particularly desperate for human contact and affection.

Needless to say, you developed a big crush akin to a school girl crushing on her senpai. It’s also like a school girl that you decided to change up your look to win back his attention.

Lately, he’s been spending a lot of time with this other woman who worked for the same person who hooked Dabi up with jobs every now and again. Some guy named Giran. You didn’t know if they were just partners for the time being like he said or not, but you have seen her plenty enough times to know her type, bad girl incarnate.

She was always in tight leather pants with metal chains and matching jacket over a crop top and heavy make-up and shiny body piercings. She had tattoos located on her chest and lower back to draw attention to nicely developed features. You thought that you could’ve competed in the looks department when you dress up in pretty dresses and flowing tops, but the final nail in your confidence was her sleek, stylish Kawasaki. Dabi seemed to really like that.

So as childish as it may have been, if bad is what he liked then you were going to try to be bad. You bought some tight shorts to hug around your hips and skimpier tops to wear. You still were a bit unsure on the piercings and chickened out on getting a real tattoo. You were in the darn chair and practically fell on your face to escape when the needle got close. Though, you thought the temp one on your shoulder was pretty convincing and bought plenty to back it up. Now, you were sitting in front of your bathroom mirror watching a YouTube tutorial on how to apply eyeliner and do a smoky eye shadow.

You knew Dabi would come over today. No matter what he always came on Saturday to spend the night. This time would be a change in plans. You were going to convince him to go out to the rave club with you for a drink and maybe, just maybe, excite him to kiss you instead of just spooning tonight. Then, there would be no need for him to spend time with that other woman at all.

You finally get your make-up done to what you think is a decent look just as a knock comes from the door. Dabi always has this distinct way he knocks before he unlocks your door so you won’t get scared that someone was breaking in.

“Hey,” Dabi greets, eyes immediately going to the couch where he expected you to be waiting instead you bounce in from the hallway to meet him with your usual sweet smile covered behind make-up and normal pajamas replaced by form-hugging clothing that showed off more skin than he’s ever seen.

You notice immediately the confusion on his face. You didn’t know if that is a good thing yet, but it is progress. Blue eyes take you all in, dropping from your head to your feet and all the way back up.

“What are you wearing?” he questions, and you grin as he noticed and bat the long black eyelashes you spent hours trying to figure out how to put on.

“I just decided to try a new look is all,” you explain, smiling with thick red painted lips. “But hey, I was thinking we should go out somewhere fun tonight.”

“Fun?” he questions skeptically.

“Yeah, fun,” you repeat, biting your lip and letting the word leave your mouth hard in what you thought was a seductive manner.

Dabi scowls, eyes narrowing at you, and you gulp. “What is that?”

“Hm?” you hum nonchalantly. Deciding to fall to your emergency plan early, you twist to the side to display the picture on your bicep. “Oh, this? I got a tattoo. Pretty badass, don’t you think?”

You hold your breath as he studies it before scoffing, finally smiling slightly. “It’s fake,” Dabi points out, relieved.

“N-No, it’s not,” you stammer, refusing to give up that easily. Dabi draws his thumb across his tongue, presses it to your skin, and swipes some of the tattoo away. “Hey, what are you doing!”

You’re cut off as he rubs his palm at your eye shadow and bluntly demands, “Take that off. You hate make-up, it breaks you out.”

“Dabi, stop it!” you complain and aggressively whack his hand away.

Annoyed, Dabi finally asks, “What’s up with you, (Name)? You’ve been acting weird lately and now,” he gestures his hand in a circle all around you, “Just what is this?” he cringes when he looks at your face, making your heart sink.

“You’re not around enough to know if I’m acting weird,” you spitefully whispered, making his eyes widen.

“What are you talking about?”

“All your time is with that other woman!” you finally confessed. “Every time you have a job, or she’ll be around you even when you say you’re free, and you don’t spend time with me as much anymore. I know we’re not dating, and you can be with whoever you want, but it hurts since I care about you, too; and if you are dating her, I don’t think it’s fair to me or her if you keep coming around here, too.”

Sighing, Dabi pulls you into him. “You don’t have to waste your time being jealous. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but we’re not having sex or doing anything together if that’s what you’re worried about, and I’m not really interested in doing things with her for that matter.”

“You don’t? But she’s so pretty, and—“

”And you’re not? (Name), you looked fine before. Not to mention look at me, you’re definitely the better looking one in our relationship.”

Blushing, you glance down at your feet with a weak smile. “But she’s just so cool, and I figured you liked women like that so I just wanted you to know I could be bad, too.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, leaning his head close to your ear, and whispering, “Then, show me how bad you can be, (Name)-chan.”

You grin and bring your lips to his, biting down on his bottom lip and pulling before sliding your tongue over his lips. You pull away with a smirk. “How’s that?”

“Oh? Was that all,” he teases. “I said bad,” he says and caresses your cheek.

“What?” you questioned in shock, thinking that was pretty sexy in your book. Realizing he means further, your throat going dry as you squeak out, “you mean right now?”

“That’s what you want, right?” he questions you and grips at your hips to roughly snatch your body against his.

“I…” You looked down to the floor, trying to hide your timid expression from cool blue eyes.

“It’s not that hard,” he says and snuggly hugs your lower half to his. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” Dabi gently drags his thumb down the center of your bottom lip.

“Well, I would undress you...” you state unsurely.

“I see, and?” He teases, sliding his hand down your shoulder. Goosebumps dance up your skin as you try to think of something else to say but you started drawing blanks. He chuckles at your deer in the headlight’s expression.

“And uh…I’m not sure…” You had your chance to make him yours and you were completely lost on how. Your original plan had only went as far as getting him to kiss you. And though it’s not like you haven’t done a few things with a man before, it wasn’t really your area of expertise either. “But I can learn. It can’t be that hard.”

“Really?”

”Yes,” you repeat less confidently as he cups your chin to bring your line of sight back to him.

“Don’t worry about it, bad girls are nice, but I do really like good girls like you. It makes it that much easier to make you squirm.”

A yelp echoes through the house as you're hoisted off your feet and into his arms.

“Dabi,” you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He cups your ass and brings you up as high as possible before carrying you to the bedroom.

Dabi kicks open the door and tosses you onto the bed like it’s nothing. Closing your eyes, you land on it with a bounce. You open your eyes to catch Dabi leaning over you and forcing you back to the mattress.

“Do you want to be my woman, (Name)?” Dabi asks, hands gripping your wrists and holding them far above your head.

“I want to be yours,” you answer, and he rewards it with a quick brush of his lips against your collar bone.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he murmurs as he traces his tongue over your cleavage and kisses between your breasts.

You groan as rough skin placed soft kisses along your chest. You finally know what his lips feel like. “I want you to do everything to me.”

“Mm, how long have you wanted this?” Dabi questions and moves his lips to yours, making you tense. It takes only a second or two for you to relax and accept his advance.

“A few months now,” you confess shyly before Dabi kisses you deeper and shifts his body on top of yours. He lays on top of you, smothering you under his full weight. You whimper from the heat of his body, and he moves his hips against you, pleasuring himself with friction between the two of you.

“If you wanted me so bad, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve been happy to fuck you silly anytime, sweetheart.” His deep chuckle makes you flustered, and Dabi roughly bites down into your bottom lip. He pulls away to take in your bashful face. “You don’t know how hard it was to keep my hands off you,” and he makes sure you know it by squeezing you in scarred hands and dragging them all the way down the sides of your arms and width of your hips.

“How can you say that with such a straight face?” you mutter but your timid-ness only edge him further to keep going until you whine from his teasing.

“I can’t count how many times I woke up hard because of you, how many times I’ve had to jerk off with you sleeping next to me,” he teases, kissing down your bare shoulder and continuously pulling down your top before deciding to smolder through it instead by bunching it in his hands and pulling the weaken seams. You wouldn’t need to be wearing it anymore anyway.

“Dabi,” you squirm and bring your hands to your chest. You hiss when he grips them and slams them back above your head.

“No, no, no baby girl, you don’t get to hide from me anymore,” Dabi says, switching to holding your arms back with one hand as he flicks your nipple with the other.

“That’s not fair!” you whine with the grinding of his hip, and the cool laugh he teases you with brings a warmth between your legs.

“What was that? You want me to play with you more?” he questions and covers your nipple in his mouth, sucking aggressively. You moan as he bites down and pulls the sensitive nub between his teeth.

“Have you touched yourself thinking about me, baby girl?” Dabi licks the shell of your ear, and you shudder underneath him. You purse your lips, avoiding eye contact as you shake your head. “Not even a little?” he asks skeptically as he grasps your hand, slowly sliding it between your legs.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth,” he whispers and kisses your neck then nips at your earlobe. “Show me what you do to yourself, I want to know.”

You unfurl your fingers and nervously stroke them underneath your shorts and over your panties.

“That’s my girl,” he purrs, and you groan as he lustfully watches you stroke underneath your shorts. He decides to pull them off to get the full show before forcing your hand away to remove your underpants. “Keep going,” he commands, and you press your fingers back to your bare skin, curling up into yourself as you bite back a moan. He licks his fingers and goes back to teasing and rolling his wet thumb over your nipples. He pulls them roughly and strokes you with the scarred skin on the back of his hand, and the rough strokes make you throb around your fingers as more cum sleeks out to coat them.

Dabi tugs your hand away, and your breath catches in your throat as he slowly glances his tongue over the tips of your fingers, one by one. Heat comes from his hand as he strokes over your knuckles, sending a pleasant warmth through your palm. “Come here,” he orders, sitting on the bed and pulling you on top of him.

Dabi strokes your head, and you press against his cock, rocking slightly. Dabi licks his lips, watching your soft expression before deciding he wants to be inside of you right away. He shifts away and undoes his pants before settling you back onto his lap.

You grip onto him as he pulls you down on his dick, making you whimper, and he sighs himself with the slow start of his thrusts. You push your hands into thick, black hair and kiss him deeply. You inexperiencedly grind your hips into him as you do so but it’s not a problem as he digs his fingers into your thighs and guides your movements.

The dragging of heated fingers down your skin makes you hiss along with the streaks following in a thin trail. “Dabi,” you mewl, and he buries his head between your breasts to cover his own needy gasps. Teeth nip and bite, leaving marks over your breasts that speckle lightly with the color of blood before he licks it away with a groan, proving just how desperately he wanted you all this time.

The motions of his hips don’t stop as he slams in you with a rate that is undoubtedly going to have you sore, and you crane your head back and give your own marks on the back of his neck by dragging your nails over his skin. He growls as you pull at the back of his hair. You raise your hips and ride on him harder to quickly build up to your end with him.

You keep rocking on his lap until you’re both spent and empty. You pant tiredly and slowly climb off of him before laying down and hugging against his chest.

You look up at him with a soft smile, and he wants to meet it but frowns slightly when he sees the smear across your face from where he wiped your makeup. He shakes his head, and you furrow your brows as he slips away from you and adjusts his clothes before walking to the bathroom. You wait nervously, worrying as you hear the water run before he comes back with a wet towel in hand.

“Dabi?” you question but sputter as he sits on the bed and impatiently tries to wipe the smears away to look a little better and to see some of your real skin tone under the foundation.

“I don’t like not being able to see your face,” he bluntly scolds before tossing the towel off to the side when he finally is satisfied with his work. Then, he pulls your arm up and motions to the remains of the tattoo there. “And no more of this, understand?” he warns you as he pushes you back down under him.

“I won’t,” you whisper, and he slowly drops your arm as he comes back down to bite your lips. His hands squeeze your biceps as he pulls you flush against his body.

“Good girl," he purrs. "Now, give me more sugar," he demands before heavily kissing you and pushing you down for the second time that night.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #touya x reader #adelssmut #notsfw

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ask-gilbert-and-ludwig · 5 years

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Ludwig wasn’t sure what would be waiting for him downstairs, but he knew it would be a surprise of some sort. Seeing as how today was his birthday, and his brother and father always did something for his birthday.

What he really wanted was to spend his birthday with his friends, but seeing as how he didn’t have any, he couldn’t really do that.

Not that he didn’t enjoy spending time with his family, no of course not! Even if Gilbert was annoying more often than not and liked to pin him to the floor when they were fighting. Even if his dad didn’t have a set schedule for work and sometimes missed important stuff. He still loved them, but it wasn’t the same.

He wanted to be like the kids at school who held big parties and invited all their friends. Then talked about it the next day in class. Well maybe not the last part since he didn’t like talking to most people and most people didn’t like talking to him. But still.

He shook his head and looked at the clock.

I’d better get downstairs, he thought. Despite it being his birthday, he still had to go to school.

He didn’t hear anything as he left his room, but he did see streamers wrapped around the banister leading down the stairs. Noticing one pink amongst the blues and greens he sighed. Gilbert.

Once he’d turned the corner into the living room, he saw the set up surrounding the couch and chairs. A few presents of various sizes, a stack of birthday hats on the table, a banner saying ‘Happy Birthday’ hanging up on the wall, and a few letters.

Aster then trotted up to him, wearing one of the hats and rubbed up against him.

He giggled and took it off her. “I’m guessing that’s what you wanted?”

A loud noise then sounded coming from the kitchen. He looked over and saw Gilbert at the island with a noise maker in his mouth.

“Why did you get him those?” he asked his dad. A hint of desperation in his voice.

“He got them when I wasn’t with him,” he replied.

Gilbert blew into the noise maker again, much more loudly than previously, before proclaiming, “I’m sorry I didn’t want your birthday to be boring!”

“At least I wouldn’t have had a headache.”

“Whatever old man,” Gilbert sneered. “So how does it feel to be 7? Feel older?”

“Not really,” Ludwig replied as he made his way over to the island, “nothing’s changed from yesterday to today.”

“Except you’re 7 instead of 6 now! That’s a whole year!”

“Well I guess I’m taller than I was a year ago.”

Gilbert rolled his eyes. “You’re taller than you were a month ago. You’re like a weed.”

“I don’t know, your hair looks more like dandelion fluff than mine.”

Gilbert stuck his tongue out at him. Ludwig did so too a moment after.

“Alright, enough,” their father said. Both stopped but continued to side eye the other. “I made pancakes for breakfast, and I added chocolate chips too.”

Ludwig smiled. His dad was hardly ever home for long enough in the morning to make them pancakes made from scratch, and he only put in chocolate chips if he was feeling generous, or it was a special occasion.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he said.

“Ya thanks Dad,” Gilbert mumbled absentmindedly as he checked his phone.

Dad nodded. Setting two large pancakes in front of Ludwig before turning back to the stove. Gilbert quickly messed up his hair before their dad could see.

“Hey!”

Gilbert pretended to be absorbed in his phone. “What? I didn’t do anything.” But the smirk on his lips said otherwise.

“Don’t harass him too much today, okay Gilbert?”

“Not a problem, gonna be at school for most of it anyways.”

Their father sighed.

After finishing their pancakes both Gilbert and Ludwig got ready for school, despite being offered a ride, Gilbert still chose to drive himself to school. Why, Ludwig didn’t know, but at least now he didn’t have to listen to him complain about how much homework he had.

“So, what is it that you want to do today?” Dad asked.

Ludwig thought for a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe take a walk in the big park with the swings instead of the small one near home?”

Dad nodded. “Nothing else?”

“If I get new toys, I’ll want to play with them I guess.”

“Alright, but if you think of anything while you’re at school just let us know.”

“I will.” Ludwig then felt the car come to a stop.

“Have a good day at school Kleiner.”

Ludwig grabbed his backpack and left the car. “Bye!” he said, waving as he walked towards the school.

****

Finally, it was the end of the day and he could just go home. While he loved learning, sometimes school just felt like a punishment and not an actual place to learn. Especially when he kept getting reminded that no one in his class cared that it was his birthday.

As he walked to the front of the school where his bus would be, he saw Gilbert and his friends standing there waiting for him.

“How’d you get here on time to pick me up? School finishes at the same time for you as it does for me,” Ludwig pointed out, wondering why on earth he was there.

“We weren’t doing anything important so when I told the teacher what I was gonna do she just let me go early,” Gilbert explained.

“I just said I had an appointment,” Francis said.

“So, did I,” Antonio added.

“But why did you bring them if we’re just going back home?” While Francis and Antonio did sometimes come over to give him presents, they usually didn’t stay for long, not wanting to make the day about Gilbert instead.

“Because we’re not going home right away, and I need them to distract you.”

“Distract me?”

Francis nudged him. “And it was our idea.”

“Oh, ya that too.”

Ludwig tilted his head. “Where-”

“Come on!” Gilbert urged, pushing him towards his beat-up old car. Getting into the backseat squished in-between Francis and Antonio he couldn’t help but question why Gilbert couldn’t have just asked Dad for him to buy him a better one instead of forcing himself into buying an old used one.

As Gilbert checked his review mirror he said, “You idiots better be clipped in, and no I don’t mean you Ludwig, you’re the only one in this car that has more than one brain cell.”

“Of course, we are!”

“I am!”

Ludwig couldn’t make out his brother’s facial expression as he replied, “Alright good, then we’re off.”

It was slow getting out of the parking lot, while they had been talking the buses had started to pull out, along with every other parent who was picking up their kid.

“So where are we going?” Ludwig asked. Knowing Gilbert, he probably wouldn’t get the answer he wanted.

“Half the fun is the surprise!”

Of course not.

“Hey, you two are supposed to be entertaining him,” Gilbert chastised.

Antonio turned to Ludwig then. “So, how was your day?”

“Uh, it was okay, we had a quiz in math though” Ludwig recalled.

“Oh, that sucks! A quiz on your birthday?”

Ludwig shrugged. He kind of liked math. “It wasn’t too bad.”

“Did your teacher give you a gift or did anyone give you cards?” Francis questioned.

“No one gave me any cards,” most of them don’t like me enough to even remember my birthday, “and ya my teacher gave me a cupcake with gummy worms, but she does that for everyone’s birthday.”

“Still it must be nice,” Francis said, “I never got anything for my birthday at school.”

“Quit complaining,” Gilbert called from the front, “at least you get your birthday off every year. I once had a project due on mine!”

Ludwig remembered that. He had wanted to read with him before he went to sleep and give Gilbert his card early, but he had been too busy finishing the project. Ludwig was glad when he came home finally done with the stupid thing.

“Yes, but everyone is always on holiday on my birthday, so I can never be with friends. So, I am all alone.”

At least you have friends.

“Francis, we were both here this year for your birthday,” Antonio pointed out.

“Ya French fry, do you not remember the thousands of selfies we took on your phone and posted to Snapchat?”

Francis huffed. “I hate when you call me that.”

Gilbert breathed a laugh. “That’s exactly why I call you it.”

“Fine Snow White.”

“Snow White has black hair, I clearly don’t.”

“Yes, but your skin is as white as snow, and you are dumb enough to eat a poisoned apple offered by a stranger.”

“Guys,” Antonio sighed, “do you always have to have this same conversation every time?”

Ludwig tried to look past him out the window but got pushed back into his seat by Antonio before he could guess where they were.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“If he would stop calling me French fry, which aren’t French by the way, then we would never have this conversation.”

“So, it’s okay for Gil and you to call me Puppy but not okay for him to call you French fry?”

Gilbert snorted.

“French fry is historically inaccurate; Puppy is extremely fitting.”

Ludwig looked at Francis in confusion. “Why do you call him that?”

“Oh, he gets excited really easily, he follows Lovino around everywhere he can, and is loyal to a fault.”

“Not to mention he licks people,” Gilbert added.

“Only when they’re being annoying,” Antonio defended.

Ludwig felt the car park. “Oh, thank God we’re here,” he whispered.

They filed out of the car, Ludwig following close behind. Just as he was about to look around hands placed themselves over his eyes.

“What are you doing? I can’t see!” he complained.

“We gotta get you there first!” he heard Gilbert say right above him. It must have been him who was covering his eyes.

Ludwig sighed. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to get out of Gilbert’s grip anyways. “Fine.”

They started moving, slowly, as to avoid cars in the parking lot he assumed, towards the surprise. We probably look strange, he thought. Three teenagers leading a blindfolded child to wherever it was they were taking him. Hopefully nobody was staring at him.

When they finally stopped Gilbert said, “Guys do a drum-roll!”

Ludwig then heard what was probably Francis and Antonio attempting to mimic a drum-roll by slapping their thighs.

“I don’t need a drum-roll.”

“Yes, you do!” Gilbert said before taking his hands off of his face. “Ta-da!”

Ludwig let his eyes adjust to see that they were in a bookstore.

“Pick any three books you want,” Gilbert declared, spreading his arms wide.

“Shouldn’t you check them over to make sure they aren’t filled with,” Francis cleared his throat, “stuff.”

Stuff? What stuff? Books that have swearing?

“I doubt he’ll go anywhere near those sections, but...” Gilbert turned back to him. “I have to look them over first though okay?”

“Alright.” Ludwig didn’t understand why he needed to. He didn’t think there’d be any swearing or whatever in the history or fantasy books he wanted.

“Okay so run free but try and not take too long cause we need to get back in less than an hour, or Dad will think I kidnapped you.”

Ludwig breathed a laugh before running off to where he knew the history section was. He skimmed through the books until he found one on mythologies. While he knew the basics of some mythologies, he wasn’t very knowledgeable in them, and ever since he had met that weird frog, he had been more curious about them.

He then made his way towards the children’s section, making sure to hold his new book close to his chest, not wishing to drop it. He wanted to find a collection of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales. He had already read some of the more famous ones such as; The Little Mermaid and Thumbelina, but he had yet to read the lesser known ones that he had just recently heard about; The Nightingale and The Wild Swans.

Ludwig made his way down the row, checking the books for the authors names, until he came across Andersen’s. There were two different collections.

He held the two in his hands and thought about which he should choose. While the one had more stories and had a much prettier cover, the other was cheaper, and although Gilbert had a job of his own now, Ludwig didn’t want to force him to spend more than he had too.

But I really want it, he thought.

Deciding that he would just ask Gilbert if it was okay to get the more expensive one, he put the cheaper of the two back.

As he was about to speed off to another section, he heard a book fall off the shelf. Not wanting anyone to step on it, he went and picked it up.

Turning it over to look at the cover he saw that it was one he recognized. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

Someone must have gotten lazy and left it here instead of putting it back in the French section where it belongs, he thought.

Looking at the cover he couldn’t help thinking about when he had read it in class. Although he had had a bit of trouble following along, he had gotten the gist of the story, and he had surprisingly liked it.

Instead of putting it back, he put it with his other two books and went to go find his brother. He found them standing a bit off from the line to the cash register, talking animatedly about something.

“You done?” Gilbert asked as he took the books from him.

“Yes.”

Looking them over Gilbert pulled out The Little Prince. “You sure you want the French version? I think they might have it in English.”

Ludwig shook his head. “No, I want it.”

“Okay.”

“Is it okay that I get this collection book of Fairy Tales or should I get the one that’s cheaper? I wanted this one because it has more stories, but I’ll go back if you want.”

“Nah it’s fine,” Gilbert reassured, “Antonio and Francis are chipping in anyways. It’s their gift to you.”

“Well thank you.”

Francis and Antonio smiled.

“No problem, I love giving people gifts!” Antonio replied.

“It’s your birthday! Of course, we’d get you something mon petit!” Francis then proceeded to run their hands through Ludwig’s hair.

Ludwig batted his hand away.

“Let’s get in line before it gets too long,” Gilbert said.

****

Gilbert had first dropped off Francis and Antonio at their homes before driving them back to their house. Now they were parked in their driveway and Gilbert was trying to convince Ludwig to set his new book down.

“You can read it later, now we’re gonna have cake and presents!”

Ludwig looked up from his book on mythologies and put his new bookmark in it.

“Good, now I don’t have to take it from you and put it on a high shelf.”

Ludwig glared at him and held the book closer.

Gilbert held the door open for him as they went inside. “We’re home!” Gilbert yelled down the hall.

They then walked into the living room to see the same spread of decorations, with just a few more presents added to the table.

“How was school?” their dad asked as he continued to prep dinner.

“It was okay,” Ludwig replied.

Gilbert set his bag down next to the bookcase. “Oh! You guys need to hear this! Today Arthur actually wore colour. It was horrifying.”

Ludwig had heard of Gilbert speak of Arthur and how he only wore black or wore mostly black with a bit of colour. He had called him ‘emo’. Ludwig still had no idea what that meant.

“Really? What was he wearing?” Ludwig questioned.

“He wore blue jeans with rips in them and a green shirt. It was so surreal! I had to ask Antonio if I was having a stroke.”

“Did you find out why?” Dad asked.

“Well Francis went up and complimented him, then said that maybe he wasn’t completely hopeless after all. Then Arthur got defensive and said it was because most of his clothes were dirty. So, this is probably just a onetime thing.”

“He could have been lying because he was embarrassed,” Ludwig suggested.

“Could be.”

Gilbert had told Ludwig all about his friends’ crushes. How Francis really liked Arthur and Arthur probably really liked him back because of how he acted towards him, but they were too stubborn to tell each other. Didn’t want to be the first to admit it. Ludwig had said that the logic of teenagers was dumb. Gilbert hadn’t agreed.

“Dinner will be ready soon if you want to come sit,” Dad interrupted.

Both boys went and sat at the island.

“So, what’re we having?” Gilbert said watching their father.

“Sauerbraten, potatoes, red cabbage, and knödel.”

“Hell yeah!”

A glare was sent his way.

“Sorry,” Gilbert mumbled in a tone that suggested he wasn’t.

Dad didn’t bother berating Gilbert for swearing further than the glare. While there was a no swearing rule Gilbert didn’t take it seriously. He was only easy to control if he wanted to be.

“We don’t have hats on!” Gilbert suddenly exclaimed as he jumped out of his seat. He came back a few seconds later and forced a birthday hat on both Dad and Ludwig.

Ludwig reached to take it off, but Gilbert stopped him.

“I’ll force you to wear two if you take this one off. It’s not that big a deal, just until you’re done unwrapping your presents.”

“Fine.”

****

After dinner Dad put the cake, a delicious looking one with blue icing with star shaped sprinkles, in front of Ludwig and lit the candles.

As always Ludwig felt awkward as his family sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to him. He really didn’t like being the center of attention and this was the worst kind.

“Make a wish!” Gilbert said once they had finished singing.

I wish I had just one friend.

He blew out the candles.

“What did you wish for?” their dad asked.

“You can’t ask!” Gilbert exclaimed. “It won’t come true if he tells you.”

“Alright. Well I hope it comes true.”

I hope so too.

“Of course, it will! Ludwig’s great! He deserves it to come true.” Gilbert leaned down and hugged him.

Ludwig struggled to get him away. “Let go.”

Instead Gilbert picked him up and carried him into the living room.

“Put me down! What about my cake?”

“I’ll get you a piece so we can eat it while you’re unwrapping presents.”

“Why can’t I just eat the cake then do presents?” he implored.

His brother set him down on the couch. “Cause I’m getting impatient. I want to see your reaction to my gift.” He jogged back over to the kitchen and grabbed two slices of cake. Then came back, their dad following much more slowly behind him, and gave Ludwig the bigger of the two slices.

Good.

First Gilbert gave him his card. Strangely it wasn’t a joke card, for once it was sentimental. “Thank you.”

“I haven’t even given you your gifts yet. You can thank me after.” Once he was done looking over the card Gilbert then grabbed a present wrapped in black wrapping paper with white paw prints printed all over it. “This ones from me!”

“I guessed.” He took the present from him and started to unwrap it carefully, not wanting to make a huge mess. Not unsurprised to see that it was clothing. Two shirts to be exact.

Gilbert took one of them and held it up against his chest to show that it said ‘big brother’ on it. Every year his brother got Ludwig and himself a new matching set of shirts with something along the lines of ‘big brother’ and ‘little brother’ written on them. It had become a sort of tradition. This year the words were in big white letters written in cursive over a blue shirt. A number two on the back of his.

“When will you stop buying these for us?” They didn’t even wear them all that often. They always wore them the day after his birthday, then maybe if Gilbert remembered they would wear them again a few more times. Ludwig usually just shoved his in a box in his closet.

“When you finally stop growing. Then they’ll be pink and have crowns on them.”

“If you do that, I’m donating them.”

Gilbert smirked.

“What’s the real present you wanted to give me?” Ludwig asked, trying to change the subject.

Gilbert reached into the pile again and this time handed Ludwig a wrapped-up box with a bow.

Ludwig untied the bow, then once the paper was off, he opened the box and pulled out a frame. Looking at it he saw that it was a picture of him and Gilbert on the swings in the park wearing their raincoats, laughing at some dumb joke Gilbert had made.

He smiled fondly, if he remembered the day correctly this had been a few months ago back in April when all three of them had gone to the park. Gilbert had challenged Ludwig to see who could swing the highest. Gilbert had obviously won, what with his legs being much longer. After wearing themselves out Gilbert had tried talking but his voice had cracked. What with him being winded and the added change to his voice it sounded silly. Instead of getting bashful as most would Gilbert had pretended to be a dying bird.

Ludwig leaned over and gave Gilbert a hug. “I really like it.”

“Ya, Antonio helped me carve the frame and Francis helped me pick out colours for it. But the idea was all mine!”

Ludwig looked at the picture again and payed more attention to the frame. It had a little rain cloud carved on one side. The blue of the frame matching Ludwig’s coat and the cloud matching the clouds in the picture.

“It’s really good.”

“Thanks, but you know me, I’m shit at art. Most of it was Antonio.”

“Music is art so you’re not all bad at it.”

Gilbert shrugged and handed him another present. “This is my last one then Dad’ll give you his.”

Ludwig unwrapped it to find a husky webkinz.

“Whatcha gonna name him?” Gilbert asked making room on the couch so Dad could sit with them.

“Snowy.”

“Coolio.”

His dad sat next to him and handed him a gift along with a card. This one was also in a box, but it was bigger than the one Gilbert had given him. Ludwig opened the envelop and read the card before he unwrapped the gift, discovering that it was a toy airplane that he had to build.

“It comes with a few paints so you can choose what colour it’s going to be.”

“Thank you.” He couldn’t wait to make and play with it. Maybe he would try and paint it like one of the planes from his history books.

Dad then handed him another present. “This is the last one.”

“Okay.” He opened it and saw a light brown bear wearing a blue shirt that said, ‘Happy Birthday’, blue jeans, and green and grey shoes.

“Thank you, I really liked all of them.”

Gilbert messed up his hair again. “Good!”

Ignoring his brother, he opened the letters on the table. All from his family in Germany, except for one from Roderich and his parents who couldn’t come today. All signed from family he had never met or was introduced to once when he was too little to remember. The entire process felt more like a formality then a genuine gift. At least Gilbert knew who all these people were.

After telling him happy birthday once more his dad went upstairs to work on paperwork and Gilbert moved to the small love-seat and started playing some game on his phone.

As he sat there on the couch, he started to feel very tired all of a sudden. Taking off his birthday hat he laid down and wondered if and when his wish would come true.

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nowhereiswhereibelong · 4 years

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73 Questions

I mas tagged by: @mrs-machinegun-norris about two centuries ago sorry

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

• 5

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

• #sadbicht

• Cause I'm a bad bicht you can't kill me, only I do that

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

• Aaron Taylor-Johnson

• Colson Backer

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

• The crazy bisexual is on the loose

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

• That I cant handle silence

What’s your wake up ritual?

• All my cats and family yells at me till I roll of take my meds and stare at the wall till I'm late

What’s your go to bed ritual?

• Make sure I cleaned the litter box and that my cats have food and water then is up to bed and reading anything and everything till I fall a sleep

What’s your favourite time of day?

• Night time (I get the zoomies), or when I'm home alone

Your go to for having a good laugh?

• I really like comedy and some that make me laugh even when I watched 1000 times: John Mulaney, Daniel Sloss, Russel Howard and Sarah Millican

Dream country to visit?

• As many as I can! I have an extensive list

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

• Last semester 3 professors at university were really supportive and understanding and I didnt expect them to be so kind or belive in me that much.

Heels or flats/sneakers?

• Sneakers everywhere all the time for any given reason

Vintage or new?

• Vintage bits and pisses of different eras but late 80s early 90s give me live

• And I'm obsessed with 70s buildings dont know why

Who do you want to write your obituary?

• An creative stranger - go nuts dude freak people out

Style icon?

• dont have one I guess

What are three things you can’t live without?

• My cats

• My phone

• My guitar

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

• I'm crazy about mustard

• My dad always says anything salivary can be better with cheese and anything sweet be better with chocolate - not that far from the truth

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

• Elvis Presley

• Jane Fonda

• Janis Joplin

What’s your biggest fear in life?

• Failure

• The dark

Window or aisle seat?

• Window: you can look at the view, it's better for sleeping and during the day sunlight for reading

What’s your current TV obsession?

• A have many, it's a problem, but right now mind hunter

Favourite app?

• Instagram and tumblr

Secret talent?

• I like to lie to myself and say acting but maybe just weirdly good at pretending to be good at things (ain't that the joke huh)

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

• I would say it was dumb, stupid and streamly dangerous but when I was 16 a friend and I went to some guys house in a very weird neighborhood and lied to our parents about it and only 1 other friend new (also our taxi couldn't find the house). We meet those two guys at a friends party and they said that they were throwing one and that we should go, and our dumb selfdestruting alcohol hunting minds though, why not. It was not a party. It was just a hang out with us and one other guy and to this day I dont know how we left at 7am (the only way to get out of there was the first bus because uber wasn't a thing yet and me and my friend were to scared of what kind taxi driver we would find) unharmed and not sexually harassed, given that one of the dudes that our friends new more hated me for a few months for not putting out for him, cause you know, men.

• I'm absolutely sure they wanted a sex party that didnt happen. But I did show my unasked skills of knowing every single black veil brides lyrics.

How would you define yourself in three words?

• Anxious

• Laud

• Loyal

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

• The stolen 80s tshirts from my dad

• High waisted shorts

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

• A comfortable pair of jean shorts that you feel pretty in

Superpower you would want?

• To stop time

• I get to anxious trying to time manage and it just snowballs from there. And sleeping in without being always late.

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

• Machine Gun Kelly (I stared listening to his stuff a few months ago)

• But always and forever is the passion that moves people

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

• Be/do to other people what you wanted to be done for you

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

• It's not just on your head it's a real thing, you're lot alone, and it ok to need help.

A book that everyone should read?

• Harry Potter: that even thou I have read multiple times it still is amazing and full of symbolism that people brush through some times.

• Women who run with the wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés

• My older sister made me start this book and its absolutely live changing and I belive should be obligatory to all women in this world. This book is a live long work by this psychologist and through miths, legends, folk tales and stories she puts together what she calls the wild women archetype and what is the feminine instinct is and how those tales teach us about it and how to have a healthy relationship with her.

What would you like to be remembered for?

• For being kind

How do you define beauty?

• It's an powerfull force within

What do you ~love most~ only love about your body?

• The shape of my eyes

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

• Listening to music and dancing around

Favourite place to view art?

• I dont understand sorry

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

• Static supernova

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

• Guitar and piano cant choose only one

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

• My planned ones:

• Orca

• Felix felicis

• Tree

• Mother earth

• Penicillin allergy (I dont trust nobody)

Dolphins or koalas?

• Dolphins

• Did you y'all know that orcas not only aren't whales but belong on the same family as dolphins?

What’s your spirit animal?

• Orca

Best gift you’ve ever received?

• My cats (even thou there are rescues they're my little special gifts from nature)

Best gift you’ve ever given?

• On my best friend wedding my friend and I gave a performance as siluetes (it was private beach and all the light were off and we had the car headlights behind us) I played the song you are in love by taylor swift while she did an beautiful performance on silks the song represented their relationship and how she shared it if us in a very sacred way and the silks was a representation of her herself and how the 3 of us saw in the last few years her transformation from a very broken person to the women she was born to be.

• Yes we were crying the hole time but was the most genuine and beautiful think I ever done so yeah

What’s your favourite board game?

• Dix it, its awesome go play it pls

What’s your favourite colour?

• Petrol blue

Least favourite colour?

• The color of lentil soup my mom makes it looks like a baby have serious digestive problems

Diamonds or pearls?

• Diamonds of the symbolic value of "the pressure that could've break us made us into diamonds insted"

Drugstore makeup or designer?

• Drugstore makeup, the one I know that are real brands hauahauahs

Blow-dry or air-dry?

• Air-dry

Pilates or yoga?

• Pilates even thou I must prefer sports mostly

Coffee or tea?

• My blood is coffee at this point

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

• Wolrd, because English is not my first language and specially in an American accent the pronunciation of wolrd if simply the worst and is absolutely obnoxious and unsettling.

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

• Dark

• But my absolut favored is a 70% cacao white chocolate. It's incredible but I only got to buy it twice :(

Stairs or elevator?

• Stairs, I also love to sit on them

Summer or winter?

• Winter. I only like heat if I'm inside very cold water

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

• If nutrition value doesn't matter, ice cream

A desert you don’t like?

• Orange cake. Bad memories and I vomit every time I try to eat it.

A skill you’re working on mastering?

• Singing and playing the guitar

Best thing to happen to you today?

• I think I made a online friend :D

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

• That I'm kind

Favourite smell?

• Buttering sugar

Hugs or kisses?

• Hugs i Iike to be permanently attached to some people at times

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

• Domestic violence

• Parenting

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

• Today I was trying to play this song called Ronan and cryed my eyes out like all the other times I tried before It's a song of child cancer in the mother's perspective

Lipstick or lip gloss?

• Lipstick

• I'm a red matte lip stan

Sweet or savoury?

• Sweet

Girl crush?

• Billie Elish

How you know you’re in love?

• The only time I think I've been in love I only realised it because they left and I didnt understand why i was severely hurt by it and changed the way I created all relationships after that. And then it hit me

• So pain and heartache.... yeah that's depressing as shit

Song you can listen to on repeat?

• When the sun goes down - Arctic Monkeys

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

• My own self but not a anxious depressed mess just to feel what it's like

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

• That I dont need to make decisions

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sunnyborabora · 6 years

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Alpha (Jungkook x Reader) Chapitre 3

Y/n is a powerful alpha. Nothing bad in fact except for the fact that she is a female alpha, something so rare that only a few are existing at the same time. Despite this, she is living her life as she wants, until she met Jeon Jungkook. An omega that wants everything but being what he is. They are undoubtedly attract to each other, but they don't seem to know why. As they are trying to start a relationship they have no idea that bigger forces have already planed something.

Yoooooooooo, what’s up my babies ? 1 month... Don’t blame me please... Adult life had been kicking my ass since I got my first job (I need money lmao). But I am back !My contract is over at the end of the week and I’ll be free again! I’ll have more time to write! Next thing I am going to publish is a one shot about Minseok (I miss EXO) and I’ll update this fic soon too! This chapter is.... Well I don’t know... Hope you’ll enjoy it! Take care of yourself, eat well, sleep a lot (not like me lmao) and don’t hesitate to come and talk to me !

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Jungkook was surprised when he didn't see Y/n the next Monday. She wasn't there with Yoongi at lunch to see him, and when he asked if she was just eating with one of her friend he told him she wasn't in class this morning. He was a bit worried but Yoongi did not seem to care.

« Do you know why ? -No I don't, it's not like she was telling me her life or something... Go ask her friends. -But I don't know them... -You know Hana, she is in philosophy with Namjoon just go ask her she'll tell you. » Jungkook was not sure if he must do it or not. It was okay. She had the right not be in class, she may be sick, or she may be working at her internship. He sent her a text asking if she was okay. She did not answer. He went to class but he could not concentrate. He was not really feeling well since Friday night. He had not talked about what happen to any of his friends, they would have snap. But he kissed Y/n and that was really cool. But now she was missing and maybe it was because he had made a mistake. Maybe the kiss was lame, and she did not want to see him ever again. He decided after his afternoon class to go see Namjoon. He tried when he spotted the tall man to stay casual and not to seemed too interest. « Oh, Jungkook, what are you doing here ? -I am here to see you hyung, of course. -You, you're a mean kid... Lying to your hyung like this.... » Jungkook didn't know how to lie. « Technically I am here to see you... Because Yoongi hyung told me you were in the same class as Hana... -What do you want from her ? -She is friend with Y/n … -You're such a fake friend... You are absolutely not here for me... » Jungkook shrugged at Namjoon and this one just started walking again. « She must be this way... » And indeed, Hana was talking with a group of people : «So this is why Bergson see the word « Intelligence » as the capacity that have living subject to adapt. It is not a question of self consciousness or something. His thesis is that everything we lived, is conserved in us under the form of memories. There is a presence of everything that we ever lived in us, that can't be lost. It is the beginning of computer when he wrote this so it's a parallelism with the human brain... -Hana ? -Joon ? What do you want ? Oh Jungkook ! -Hello Noona -Oh you must be here because Y/n is not. -Yeah...I was just wondering if she was okay... -She is a bit sick. She is not going to be here this week, but call her in the afternoon, I think she'll feel better. » Jungkook really hoped it was okay. Hana did not seem to worry in the slighest, she was laughing with Namjoon, talking about their class, and something about a person called Arendt that he could not comprehend. « She'll be fine don't worry, she'll return next week. » He left on those words, ready to return to his apartment. He took the bus, for the first time in a week and had all his time to think. He thought about his exam that were soon to arrived and that he was sure to fail, about that alpha from Friday and finally he thought about Y/n again. He entered his apartment and was not surprised to see Jimin and Taehyung on his couch, playing some random video games. He was happy, he didn't want to be alone right now. « Jungkookie ! There is nothing to eat ! -Return to your home then... -This is how you welcome your friends ! -You're the second person today who tell me that I am ungrateful, stop it. -Maybe it's because it's true » He threw a pillow at Jimin, who was now laughing. « You're the ungrateful ones here ! It's my house, I do what I want ! » They just laughed even more. « You're lucky you're living on your own ! » Jungkook did not answer as he took something in the fridge. « So what you're playing ? » They started a game, and after loosing three times Jimin was done with it. « Honestly... -Practiced makes perfect -You're such a nerd.... » Taehyung passed some ramen bowl to the two others. « You know what happened in my class today ?, Jimin said swallowing a bite of kimbap -You always have rumors to spread like this... -It is not a rumor, I saw it happened ! You know Jaebum ? -Yeah, he is good friend with Bambam and Jinyoung. -Yeah well he beat the shit out of an alpha in the middle of the class today. » Jungkook was surprised. Jaebum was more of an awkward, nice beta. He could not imagine the other guy fight. « What happened ? -Jaebum is friend with Yugyeom since they're children, and a douch may have harassed him a little bit. I am not repeating all the homophobic and anti omega words he used but this guy is fucked up. -Who was the other guy ? -An alpha. Don't know is name. -What's the deal with alphas lately... » Jimin and Taehyung turned in his direction. « What do you mean ? -Nothing. Just that it is not the first time I heard a story like that... -And it is not the last. The dorms are secure and I have to say that their system is pretty good, but we are not protected during class. -If alpha knew how to control themselves maybe we would not need protection. -If it was as simple... » Jungkook could not control himself : « It is so easy to be an Alpha ! Because of your nature people are excusing you for everything you are doing ! If you are a douch well it is fine because you are an alpha. And when you are an omega and that you are assaulted by some asshole it is because you've been looking for it and that you should be grateful for it. » Jimin did not say anything. As an omega he knew more than anyone what was the price of presenting as that. « They are not all like this... But they all have this privilege... -I know they are not... But this is not normal... -What happened to Jaebum ?, asked Taehyung, trying to lightened the mood -Well they've been convoked at the president office. Jaebum is not expelled but neither is the other alpha. -He isn't ? -No... He is considered as the victim, so they kinda forgave the fact that he is a homophobic asshole. -What the heck... -Yeah..... » Jimin and Taehyung finished their ramen and decided to leave. Jungkook was tired and wanted to sleep more than anything. He could not think of anything except the conversation he just had and what happened some days ago. He wanted to sleep and it was only 8 pm. It was like something had sucked out all his energy. He tried to study but it was useless. He did not remember anything. He decided to call Y/n because, Hana told she would feel better in the evening. « Hello ? -Hi Noona, It's Jungkook -Yeah I know, how are you ? » Her voice was quiet and a bit shallow. « I am fine. And you are you okay ? I didn't see you today and Hana told me I could call you this evening when you would feel a bit better. -Yeah I am a bit sick, but I feel a bit better now. I won't go to class this week tho … -Is it this bad ? -No it is nothing ! It's just that it's a bit handicapping. But I'll be back next week. -Oh okay. » Jungkook told her about his day. About Jimin and Taehyung. And about what happened with Jaebum. « Well I don't really know Jaebum, I know Jackson because, it's difficult not to be friend with Jackson. But for what I remembered he did not seem like someone who'll fight.

-Yeah me neither. -But we all know that Yugyeom is his mate even if they are not a couple. He reacted to protect his mate. Totally understandable, I would do the same. -They are mated ? -Not yet but give it a year again, and they are married » Jungkook laughed. « I am happy that you called me. I wanted to apologize. -For what ? -I kissed you and then I disappeared for the week end and I wasn't in class this morning. -Oh -I swear Jungkook I am not playing with you. I don't want you to think of me as another douchbag alpha. -I am not Noona. -I am kinda ashamed of myself... For Friday... -Why ? » He could hear her sighing at the other end. « Deep, deep down, I wanted to find this guy and kill him. -You did not... -Yeah but it was harder than usually to control myself. It kinda scared me. And I was scared to scare you. -You did not » he said again, with a quieter voice this time. « You can handle yourself. You're probably stronger than I am anyway. -Thank you Noona -I didn't do anything -You're trusting me. Even if I am an omega. You don't make me feel inferior to you. -I have no reason to make you feel inferior. I am an alpha, well yeah, and you are an omega. There are no differences in our human nature that force you to submit to me. -You're the only person I know that is making such a difference between their wolf and themselves. -We are pretty much in harmony. My wolf want things and I want them too, I am just not forcing my way through it. Alpha should control themselves. -Yeah... -Jungkook if you want to talk about what happened, text me, call me whatever you want, okay ? » Jungkook did not say anything. « Jungkook, I-I have to leave, I am... feeling a bit tired. Good night. -Good night » Y/n hang up immediately. When she had seen his name on her screen she hesitated a long time before answering. She was not sick. Well not really. Her rut had kinda surprised her though. Her cycle was pretty regular. So when she woke up sweating, a burning hash in the pit of her stomach. She didn't understand at first. But it was obviously because of Jungkook. The kid had not done anything and Y/n was kinda feeling like a pervert. But here she was in front of her tv, watching a star treck movie, she did not remember which, a bag of ice on her stomach. It was not the pick of her rut. This morning had been a nightmare, but she was okay now. As okay as she could be. « Are you going to be fine ? -Yeah, go away -Do you want me to stay at Joon's -It's your house too, I'm not gonna make you leave -I'll come back after class then -Yeah yeah » Hana had left her, a gentle smile on her face. Y/n was simply grumpy. Sexually frustrated for sure, and it wasn't helping her mood. It was the first time since she was 18 that she will spend her rut alone. She knew she could. A lot of alpha were sleeping with other omegas or betas even if they were in a relationship. It was okay. They were alphas and everyone would simply say that they could not do anything against it. It was obviously all bullshit. Even if she was not in a relationship with Jungkook. Or were they ? She didn't want any other omega than him. And there was no way that she would ask him that. The idea of just mating him was enough to send her over the edge. She had spent her day in her couch or in her shower. She ate ice cream, not the best but everything was so hot, even if it was freezing outside. She never drunk that much water in her life. At the end of the day she was as much as a mess she thought she would be. …... Y/n did not indeed return for a week. Jungkook was so busy that he did not really have time to miss her. His basketball practice were more intense, and he tried to concentrate a bit more on his class. He spent all his time with his basket ball team or at the library. He ever had been this productive before. « Eat healthy ! You should buy meat, it is good for people who are practicing a lot of sports. -But Noona, meat is expensive... -Just wait for me to be back, and we'll go grocery shopping. -You are not my mom. -Jeon Jungkook don't be stubborn. » He called her every evening, and she seemed to feel better every time. When she came back on Monday, Jungkook was happy to see her, and even if they had not been separated for a long time, he had the impression that it had been an eternity. « Oh Jungkook ! You grew up so much my child ! -Noona, stop... -Yeah he may be growing up but you're aging Y/n -Shut up Hana... » They did not have that much time to talk because Y/n had miss a lot of classes and had a lot of things to catch up, but he was just happy to know that she was back. Anyway Jungkook spend his day to the library, he was quite ashamed to admit that now that everything was back to normal, he could concentrate on his studies a bit more. He was writing something in his textbook about Biochemistry when someone grabbed his shoulders. « Keep calm Jungkook it's just me ! -Noona you scared me... -Sorry, sorry » Her cheeks and nose were flushed from the outside cold. She was wearing a big yellow scarf, hiding half of her face. « I thought you had work to do ? -I do. This is why I am at the library. -Oh, yeah... » She put down her text book and looked at him. « Am I disturbing you ? I am sorry I just came and sat down without even asking you if you wanted to be alone... -No I don't want ! You are not disturbing me... » And they just started working. Y/n was looking through her notes, turning the pages of a book about XX th century music while highlighting some parts. She probably had an essay to do. Jungkook wondered what it was about. Was Y/n favorite time period the XX th century ? Or was it just for class ? « Aren't you supposed to work ? » His head fall off his hand. « I am taking a break... -Really ? » She laughed. It was adorable, making his wolf howl inside him. « What are you suppose to study ? -Biochemistry and anatomy ... -Wow... I know nothing about this. I don't even know the name of all my fingers. » Jungkook wheezed at that. « It's pretty easy but... There is something wrong with my memories I swear... I can't remember anything. -Have you tried doing flash cards . -Yeah... It's pretty useless for me... -Okay...Well I have a technic, but we can't do that in the library. -What is it ? -You look like someone who need motivation to learn, I'll give you motivation. -You're going to cheer for me or something ? -Not really, except if it's what you want. I still have a cheerleader outfit from high school if you want. » Jungkook blushed hard, gaping like a fish. Y/n would look extra cute in a cheerleader outfit. It was also super kinky but... « I am joking Jungkook relax. -Yeah, of course... »

And this is how they decided to head to his flat. Y/n sat down on the couch, his book in her hands, her legs crossed under her body as she was facing him. He tried not to panic, not to squirm too much from the other hand of the couch, but what if something happened ? What if they kissed again or something ? He would love that honestly but the pressure was big. « So are you ready ? » Jungkook gulped. Fuck he wanted this, but he was so nervous that if he wasn't contracting every muscle in his body he would be shaking like a leaf. « Y-Yeah.... -Relax, it's not a big deal » she laughed « So what are the rules ? -It's the simplest thing ever ! I am asking you question and if you answer well you'll get treat. -And if I don't answer well ? -A punishment obviously. » Punishment ? What type of punishment ? It was not like he had not fantasized about Y/n spanking him or something but... « What type of punishment ? -You'll see. » Jungkook could not stop a squeal escaping from his mouth. That was embarrassing. « Let's begin ! she said excited, so, anatomy breaks the human abdomen down into segments called... -Quadrants. -That's right » She came closer to him. It was not helping him to concentrate at all but his heart started to flutter and it felt good. Her scent was everywhere around him, and the closer she was the more distinctly he could feel the heat of her body. « Give me an example of humans homeostasis. -Fluid balance. -Yes » She came a bit closer. Their knees almost touching now. « Nervous tissue is specialized in ? - Teach the person to relax... -Nope ». Then she moved back to the other side of the couch and Jungkook understood. It was so cruel. What type of punishment was that. « It was to react to stimuli -But... -No but. You were wrong -It's cruel... -Hm You think so ? » She was reading his book, thinking about another question. « Joins are an example of what within the musculoskeletal system ? I didn't even know that word existed … -Connective tissue ? -Yes » She smiled at him repeating her earlier game. « Isometric resisted hip flexion will affect the pectineus through ? -Autogenic inhibition. -Indeed, function testing of the glenohumeral joint reveals restriction with a stretch end-feel in external rotation, which muscles would you stretch ? -Anterior deltoid, lattisimus dorsi and pectoralis major... -Yes ! » He could feel his memory actually working, looking in his brain for the answer. « You see you're actually thinking. » Her breath was on his lips as they were now sharing the same air. « Most of the people just need some motivation and a buddy to work with to succeed. -Thank you -You're welcome. I had no idea of what you were talking about but hey it was interesting ! -Noona -Yeah ? -My treat. -You seem impatient » He didn't say anything but as she started to lean closer to him and Jungkook body was almost vibrating. What was that ? Was it normal ? Were people supposed to react like this when they were kissed ? Was he just weird ? When her lips touched his, he melted. His wolf howled inside his body and a connection, a bound, connecting their body. It wasn't normal, it wasn't supposed to be like that but it felt so good, so right. « Jungkook are you okay ? -Y-Yeah, I.... -It's just a kiss baby. -It feels good Noona... -Oh... » That was embarrassing. « I forget everything was new for you. Are you okay ? - Yeah, I am perfectly fine » She smiled and returned to the kiss, this time a little bit stronger. She bit into his lower lip, soothing the sting with her tongue. It felt good, Jungkook was feeling tingles everywhere in his body. He opened his mouth allowing her to enter and as she started exploring his mouth, a whimper escaped him as she sucked on his tongue. She moaned in response the vibration transferring from her lips to his causing shivers to run down his spine. When she drew away from him, a thin line of saliva still connecting their mouth. It was so dirty. « Baby, you're all flushed... -Noona... -You wanna try something else ? » He nodded violently, trying to sit up straight, but she pushed him down again. « Tell me if you want to stop... -I don't want to. -I didn't do anything yet babe... »

Her lips touch his again and it was like an electric currant was running through his body. Her lips slipped away from his mouth kissing his jawline, and his neck. « Fuck... Y/n... » She hummed slightly, sucking on the skin just below his ear, her hot tongue licking the sensitive skin at the same time. It was so good, feeling her so close, her body so hot, on top of him. He was feeling protected. What could he be worried about when his mate was sucking at his skin. The moment she hovered around that peculiar spot. His scent gland. « Y/n ! Please ! More... » She licked him, making him moan, but not using her teeth once. It was driving him crazy. He wanted this so bad, for her to seek her teeth into his skin, to mark him, make him hers forever. He was growing hard by the second. He was trembling, and he could hear her growl at that. But finally, she stood up. She was panting slowly, looking at him, admiring how he was a mess. « Baby... I... -Jungkook ! Open the door ! » Jungkook jolted out of his trance. What the fuck was that ! « Jimin ! What are you doing here ! » Y/n stood up, trying to adjust her clothes, her skirt way too high on her thighs. Jungkook gulped at that but walked toward the door. « What do you want ? -What were you doing... You look like a mess », Jimin laughed but stop when he saw Y/n. « Y/n ! What ? Oh my god !! -Please don't... » Y/n simply laughed. « Noona please ! -Sorry sorry ! I am going to leave now. Leaving you alone. » She grabbed her bag and her coat and walk toward the door. « See you tomorrow ! -Wait Y/n ! Do you want to come with us tonight ? We are going out in a bar, just to chill. » Jungkook looked at her expectantly. He wanted her to come, but he was cursing at Jimin internally for not asking him before. He didn't want to impose her anything. « Yeah for sure. I have to return to my flat first but I'll be there. Just send me a text. » She smiled and leave. « Jeon Jungkook, you bitch, tell me everything ! »

They arrived at the bar at 7. It wasn't crowded, and they easily find Namjoon, Hoseok et Yoongi. They had ordered some beer and cocktails. Jungkook sat next to Taehyung just in front of Y/n who was already chatting with Namjoon. They started drinking and Jungkook knew he should go slow but it was so fun. He was surrounded by people he loved, they were all happy. «Well hello... Jungkook lifted his head to see, two guys and a girl in front of their tables. The guys were lurking at someone behind him and the girl had a sick smile on her face. "Who are you ? -Doesn't matter. All I know is that there are two fine ass omegas here, and I am pretty sure that none of you would object if we take them out of here ? » Jungkook tensed up. It was this guy from the basket ball game again. Why was the situation this fucked up ? « Look at you sweety... -I don't know who you are but you should leave » Hoseok voice was as cold as ice, even Jungkook who was friend with him since forever had never heard that tone. « I don't think so. I don't want to. I am having too much fun right now, right... » He pointed his arm at Y/n. She didn't answer she didn't even look at him. She seemed unfazed. « So what playing cold sweetheart ? I wouldn't fuck you anyway... -That's enough …. » Yoongi was tensing up from the other end of the table. His eyes were yellow, his fist clenching over the table. « What's the deal alpha. Wanna fight ? » Yoongi was ready to stand up but Y/n stoped him : « You should leave... Right now... -Stop giving me orders, you bitch, like what are you even... Some nature mistake or something.. » His dumb friend laughed behind him. Jungkook was feeling so humiliated. He wasn't the one being insulted, but he was so angry, he couldn't stand this. Why wasn't she saying anything ! « Leave her alone ! What's wrong with you ! » He could not help it. His blood was boiling in his veins. He couldn't even see things clearly. « Jungkook stop... » He wanted to fight, he wanted, to kick the ass of the guy who was insulting the girl he loved. Someone grabbed his hand, Jimin was clenching his wrist hard, not allowing him to go further. « So he can be a douch and nobody is going to tell him anything abut it ? What the fuck ! -Jimin is right. Sit down Jungkook » Y/n had been silent all his time and Jungkook was even more furious. « And you, what's so unsatisfying about your life that you have to devote your time to make other people inferior ? Is that an ego problem ? Did your mama failed you when you were a child so you have to spread you masculinity all over us ? How pitiful » Everyone was silent. Until the guy threw his glass at her. The entire content splashing over her face. Namjoon stood up suddenly at the same time than Hoseok. « Look at you... Who's pitiful now... » And they left. Namjoon checked on Y/n, Hoseok giving her a tissue to clean herself. Jungook knew he should be checking if she was okay. But he was blinded by anger, his rage tacking the best of him. « What was that ? » Y/n turned around, watching him, her eyes being the same color as before. So she wasn't affected by this at all ? « You didn't even stand for yourself ? Why were you playing weak ! What didn't you defend yourself ? » She returned her gaze on the glass she was holding in her hand. « Jungkook it's really not the moment... I think you don't realized well... -I do... He is right... You're pitiful right now... -Jungkook ! » Everyone was watching him. Most of them in shock, some with anger in their eyes. « I have nothing to do here... I am leaving... » And he left. The only thing he heard was shattering glass in the background, but he did not take time to watch. He was already gone.

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tellywoodtrash · 6 years

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ishqbaaz 05.09.18 lb

... so zero resolution to that conversation yesterday???

i suppose there was nothing more to be said.

but man, i’m kinda bitter at anika’s accusations. all mohit was doing was fussing over nancy. shivaay jumped out of a building and walked into one that’s on fire, and then electrocuted himself for this chick here, and she has the gallll to be like oh nancy is so lucky just because mohit is fucking toweling her hair or some shit?????

anyway...

ouff bed and sofa issues again. itnaaaa bada bed toh hai. just both of you sleep on it and stick to your sides.

or do you not trust yourself to do that, shivaay?

lmaooooo shivaay, so she literally gets the WORST part of having a husband? “obeying” one? fuck off, that’s not what she wants.

OMG OMG OMG OMG THEY’RE PLAYING OLD O JAANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ASDKJFKJSDH I AM ACTUALLY EMOTIONAL!!!!!!!!! I LOVE OLD O JAANA SO MUCHHHHHHHH

WHY IS SHE SUCH A CREEPY STARER?????????? STOP IT ANIKA. IT’S WEIRD.

there’s someone actually monitoring the cctvs of the house????

the images on the screens make no sense though. there’s multiple shots and angles of the living room, some where the lights are on, some where they’re off, so fucking random.

also, as we’ve long suspected, there ARE cameras in shivaay’s room. but it’s currently showing it as lit up and empty. which is not the case.

yeah i’d get these cameras looked into if i was you guys.

guess khanna’s not the only nikkamma security staff. they’re all idiots.

oh hello shady person aka mohit.

lmaoooooooooooooooooo whut? also, what does this accomplish? only the display is damaged. the cameras are still doing their things.

EEEEEEEE TIME FOR #RIKU OF THE DAY.

lmao “taj ki titli paani mein kya giri, humare toh poore plan pe paani phir gaya.”

gauri’s hair is so big today. (because it’s full of secrets.)

caught by di!!!!!!!!

lol their faces.

priyanka very valiantly taking the fall for her lady love.

lol how cute, their excitement that di liked it.

“par dobara aisa mat karna.”

lolololol at gauri’s “hein???”

ohhhhhhhhh boy, even these two are getting the bullshit kismat waala lecture.

lmao she’s giving it to the wrong ppl though, coz these two are kismat writers. they’re not gonna stop meddling.

JIJU AAYE NAHI, GAURI NE TURANTTTTT PALTI MAARI. INSTANTLY PLAYING IN HIS TEAM AND THROWING HER OWN SISTER UNDER THE BUS.

i don’t even give a fuck about what’s happening in this scene coz again, they’re playing old o jaana and aaaaaaaaaaah. love ittttttttt.

ok no lemme rewind and focus.

“buraai kar rahi thi meri?”

“kyun, itna bhi haq nahi hai mera?’

LMAOOOOOOOOOO PRINKU’S FACE AND THE WAY THAT CHESHIRE CAT GRIN JUST GREW.

gauri can play on team jiju all she wants, but prinku is most definitely on team bhaabi with the rest of her siblings.

“khanna tum jab bhi aate ho, koi na koi problem lekar aate ho, aaj kaunsi nayi baat hai...”

lmaooooooo wtf. it’s not HIS fault you live in a house of horrors and every single person in the world wants to murder you????

oh so you dgaf about your family and their safety, just the guests’ safety?????

lo aa gaya apna jaadugar saiyaan.

aur uski corpse bride.

the newspaper’s name is BREAKING NEWS OF INDIA. snort.

titli’s face isn’t changing one bit from that placid smile even as her husband talks about how she was harassed. lord.

when you surprise SHIVAAY with your stories of phenking things... that’s rare. you win, for the day.

tag yourself. i relate to prinku the most here.

lmao wow titli’s face changed. from bland smile at sexual harrassment, to this stone face of appreciation.

ugh can they stop with this “taj ki titli” garbage. it sounds ridiculous.

every time mandana talks, my brain just starts playing elevator music.

anika needs to get over this weird idealized crush she has on them as a couple.

yes, please leave, mohit; you’re very annoying.

god anika, please also get over this obsession you have with his magic.

ugh why is he so extraaaaaaaa and weirddddddd??????

is shivaay jealoussssssssss of anika’s winning smileeee at paraaya mard?

lol nope, just suspicious of iske dimaag mein kya chal raha hai.

godddddddd one jaadugar was not enough ki ab anika bhi ussi mein lag gayi hai.

they’re really bringing back alllll the OU music and i’m so happy.

LMAO @ ANIKA TRYING TO DO MAGIC WITH A BELAN.

kaash hermione yahaan hoti to correct her pronunciation. ( “it’s not jhingalalahoo, it’s jhinGAA-LAAlahoo.”)

wow, jhingalalahoo is the spell to summon a husband! who knew?????

“kya kar rahi thi tum?”

“jadoo.”

“woh toh tum waise bhi karti ho.”

OUFF. WHAT A LINE. WHAT A FUCKING LINE. AND THIS MAN THINKS HE’S NOT IN LOVE WITH HER???????? WHAT A DUMBASS.

... so a google search was all it took to dispel her impression of magic.

MAN THIS GROWNASS 35 YEAR OLD MOTHERFUCKER THINKS MAGIC, ESPECIALLY THE AMATEUR BS THAT MOHIT’S BEEN DOING, IS A CHAMATKAAR?

hey remember when just like 2 months ago, OU shivaay busted siddhi maaiii? i miss him and his rational mind now.

ughhhhhhhhhhh pyaar ka jadoo. literally fuck offffffffff anika.

ohohoho, he’s one of those “love is a neurochemical con” kinda ppl. like me. BUT DON’T BE LIKE ME, SHIVAAY. LOOK WHAT A PRETTY WIFE YOU HAVE. I WOULD BELIEVE IN LOVE IF I WAS MARRIED TO SOMEONE THIS PRETTY.

“aap maane ya na maane, lekin jadoo ek din sar charh ke bolega.”

another one of anika’s challenges.

and he’s scared. coz so far, he’s lost all of them. every single one.

MOHIT MOHIT MOHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. OUFFFFFFFF. GO FORCE-MARRY HIMMMMMMMM IN THE MANDIR THEN.

lol aw, him mirroring her hand pat with his belan. too cute!

great, she’s started snooping around mohit’s room.

GOD SHE’S SOOOOOOOOO NOSY. JUST RANDOMLY OPENING UP ANYONE’S SHIT.

great, nancy hasn’t learnt her lesson and is fucking around with her magic shit next to the pool again.

god the setups to lead shivaay into temptation with this zinda laash. soooooooo contrived.

we already know what’s gonna happen. compromising situation, but anika and her andha vishwaas on his nirdoshta and maasoomiyat will not believe and all this will be pointless.

SHIVAAY YOU’RE SUCH A DUMBASS. "SOUNDS GOOD LET’S DO IT.” HONESTLY.

anika you are ruuuuuuuuuuuuude as fuck. who just goes through someone else’s stuff like this??????

lmao the shivika fangirls are nottttttttttttttttttttt going to be happy with this track. i don’t think shivaay’s ever cavorted like this with anyyyyyyyy other “temptation” in the show ever.

ouffffffff ainvayi ka red herring. i reallllllllllllly don’t care about this bs.

lmao this poor dumb son of a bitch and his denial. may the lord give him the strength to work through it quickly.

ISHQ HAI AANSOON ISHQ HAI NAGHMA ISHQ SUKOON HAI RAAHAT HAI.

NO YOU KNOW WHAT A SUKOON AND RAAHAT IS???? THIS SONG. PLEASE GOD NEVER STOP PLAYING IT I BEG OF YOU.

god she’s literally soooooooooooooo cute.

OMFG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT WHY IS GAURI PULLING A POOJA FROM HAHK AND FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS ADSLKJFLSDKJFLSDKJF

SAME SHIVAAY, SAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh thankkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk god she’s okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY DON’T YOU FUCKERS BELIEVE IN THE CONCEPT OF TAKING PEOPLE TO A HOSPITAL???

oh greatttttt the servants are in for it.

mohit ko raat ki chai yeh kyun de????? ghar mein itne naukar toh hai. tujhe itna shauk hai toh tu jaake de.

“aapko chehra bhi padhna aata hai?”

“sabka nahi. kissi kissi ka.”

GOD SHIVAAY. JUST TELL HER YOU LOVE HER.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE RUINED IT WITH THAT DOST SHIT AGAIN.

iske baad zindagi mein anika kissi se bhi “dosti” nahi karegi. she’ll have grown sick and tired of the concept itself.

oufffffffff anika, just accept his nice gesture and the sentiment behind it. stop lecturing him on shaadi. fucking hell man, i try so hard to be on your team and you just...

he should watch his khud ka cctv ka footage. then maybe he’ll see what a lovesick fool he is for his “dost”.

yup, nancy is full on chance pe dance maarofying on shivaay tomorrow.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy it’s looking like a veryyyyyyy rapey situation the way he’s struggling. WHY IS THIS FUCKING SHOW LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS?????

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

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chipotlepepperspokemonandother · 7 years

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Just putting this out there...

I made it in honor of Second Pride Month !!!! Happy Second Pride:)

I put it below the “Keep Reading” thing too for people for like options. I hope you like! Let me know if I failed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon

Description: A Oneshot that takes place years after the anime has ended and there is a decent truce between Jessie, James, Meowth, and the twerps. The trio and some OCs go to a pride parade.

Rockets at Pride

Sixteen-year-old Annastasia stood before her mother's full-length mirror, her eyes gazing at the multi-colored shirt and black top hat covering her body. She sighed, took the clothes off, and then looked to her audience.

"Jay, I've changed my mind."

"What? Why, you look great," Jay said as he got up off of the ground.

He took the shirt in both his hands and attempted to force his older sister back into it. Their Togepi, Lillipup, and Altaria laughed at their struggle and play-argument. Jay retired rather quickly; Annastasia's a tall teenager, and he's still months away from ten. Annastasia gave her brother a sympathetic look; he only wanted to help, but she pushed him away, literally.

"It's just that last year, there were so many misogynistic assholes there," she told her brother.

"But you told mom and dad that you had fun."

"I did, after my friends and I ditched the parade and went out for vegan hot-wings."

"It's like, you never give up, and an hour ago you were pumped. Meowth even swiped that cool shirt for you. I like it. Ace of Hearts. Those colors—awesome aesthetic."

"Awesomely pathetic."

"Lillipup?"

"Tarrri?"

"Toge to?"

Annastasia and Jay's companion Pokémon were as concerned as the nine-year-old boy. Annastasia is not the kind of girl who lets other people—especially men—push her around. Jay followed her to her room. She made no effort to bar him from entry.

"You're not pathetic, A. usually if people insult you, you push back. Why are you not doing that?" Jay asked his sister.

"I feel like I probably don't belong there."

"You've gone every year for the last three years."

"Last year, and the year before that, I thought I was a lesbian."

"You're not a lesbian?"

"I don't think so. I'm more Ace of Hearts. Remember I told you about that night with Rita? Well, as you know, she had a lot more fun than I did."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I sorta understand," Jay half-lied. "If you won't go for yourself, will you still go for me?"

"Yes, I'll go for you."

XOXOXO

"I really hates it when people are late when dere not 'spossed to be," Meowth grumbled as he stood at the bus stop. "Dis waitin' is demeanin'."

Lucy rolled her eyes at Meowth. She and Meowth have been together for years, so she was used to his complaining. She complained too, though everyone would say she's more of a doer than her mate.

"When are people ever 'sposed to be late?" Lucy inquired.

"Not now, dat's fere sure," Meowth grumbled.

"It's your fault we are here," Lucy pointed out. "Jessie and James offered to pick us up, but you insisted that we find our way there on our own."

"Dat's a little true."

"It's fine. Someone will be here to come get us."

Meowth and Lucy waited for an hour. Then an hour and a half. It was the longest that either of them have ever waited for anything. They talked about their mischievous kittens, Logan and Lily, and about food, and about the pride parade; neither of them knew what to expect. Neither of them had ever gone.

Eventually, Jessie pulled up in her familiar magenta convertible. Arbok, Mimikyu, and Wobbufet were dangling their heads out of the passenger side seat.

"Get in, losers. We're going to pride."

"Dat's original, Jess. Say, where we 'supposed to sit?" Meowth asked, annoyed by Jessie aloof tone.

"Wobbaffffetttt!" Wobbufet cried out as he clung to his seat.

Jessie returned Arbok, Mimikyu, and Wobbufet to their balls despite their protest, and the Purrloin and Meowth shared the spot next to Jessie.

"What took yous so long? We told ya where to drive," Meowth mumbled as he helped Lucy buckle their seatbelt.

"My son was having a meltdown," Jessie murmured.

"Awe, Jay…is he still…embarrassed? Is that the right word?" Lucy asked Jessie.

"Yeah, I think he's embarrassed. I told him not to go if he didn't want to, but he is still emotional over the whole thing. James and Annastasia are working on him."

"And Jocelyn?"

"Still with nanny and pop-pop."

They drove down the highway. Meowth realized that they weren't that far from Cerulean, the celebration destination. They could have walked. No one commented on that though. They were too busy thinking about Jay and the parade as they sat in traffic.

"How come Pallet Town don't have their own parade? Dere wouldn't be so much traffic dat way," Meowth complained.

"There are five queer people in Pallet, and they all live under the same roof," Jessie pointed out.

"Weeze now gotta enough dough to throws our own party and have de whole town come."

"I don't want a bunch of people flooding my peaceful little village."

"Dose are some nice words. It's a good ding I convinced us to live in Pallet. Yous two woulda been miserable in a traffic-y city like Cerulean."

"We moved to Pallet for Annastasia," Lucy reminded Meowth.

"And because Delia isn't as big a jerk as her son. She gave us a place to live, and we took it. Jari-boy's house is small but that hotel is ten times the size of any place I've lived before we moved in."

"Yous still callin' him Jari-boy? Yous like de twerp. Yous never gonna admit it now, are ya?"

"Never. There is nothing to confess," Jessie shrugged.

"Sure, yeah, right."

Jessie yelled out the window and honked her horn. Meowth and Lucy slouched in their seat in order to make themselves difficult to spot. Jessie's lavish vehicle and the yelling was drawing lots of negative attention. An officer Jenny pulled them over and asked her to 'cool it'. Not long after that, they found a parking spot and headed to the large fountain in the center of the city; the place they had planned to meet the rest of their party. But the rest of their party wasn't there. Just two redheaded twerps, a Pichu, and an Azumarill.

"You sure know how to make an entrance," Misty smirked.

"You were kinda obnoxious," her nine-year-old daughter added.

"Amber, don't be rude," Misty chided. "I got a call from James. Jay is acting a little…"

"Mom, I told you already. Jay's embarrassed, especially since you and dad came," Amber interrupted.

"I don't get it. He's so expressive…this is Jay's domain. All these rainbows and spiky hair…and I saw like five drag queens already. He loves this stuff," Jessie sighed. "He gets so overwhelmed."

"Hey, it's supposed to be a parade. Let's not rain on it," Lucy suggested. "Annastasia and James will convince him to come out. If not, we stay, get some free food, and then go back home."

"I want to hang out with Jay, not you guys," Amber told the adults.

"Jessie, I think I should take Amber to your house. She can help Jay out," Misty suggested.

"Totally," Amber agreed.

"If you want to drive through all this traffic, it's your choice," Jessie responded.

"Please, mom? I can help Jay," Amber told her mother.

"Okay. We'll head to Pallet. The train can get us there in twenty minutes," Misty said as she looked at her watch. "Amber, let's hurry so that we can get the next train."

"Okay, mom!"

"Pichuuuu!"

"Azuuurill!"

Lucy, Meowth, Jessie, and Jessie's Pokémon hung around the fountain longer after the girls and their Pokémon left. Ash showed up, and they explained what was up, and then proceeded to ignore their least favorite twerp. There was music and food and even though Jay and Annastasia were their motivation to come, they didn't mind staying. They knew that Amber has a way of getting Jay to take chances.

XOXOXO

James picked Misty and Amber up at Pallet Town's tiny train station. He updated them on Jay's status as they drove the winding country road to their home located near the Oak Lab. When they got to the house, Amber was the first to run inside.

"I am here to remind you that you're gay!" Amber yelled the moment she entered the house.

No one responded. She made her way to Jay's bedroom. It was closed, so she knocked a bunch of times. Annastasia let her in. Jay was under the covers.

"You stood me up," Amber told Jay as she crawled onto the bed.

"Pichuu pi," Pip added as he slipped under the sheets.

She lifted the sheet to look at his face, but he was keeping himself hidden. She was patient. She is used to her best friend's roller-coaster emotions.

"Amber, I changed my mind. I don't like being gay," he told her.

"Why not? You liked it last week."

"I told Jay about my experiences at Pride, my point was to warn him that sometimes it isn't all fun and games 100% of the time. I wasn't trying to deter him, I just want to make sure he knew to be safe. Now he's afraid he'll get mugged or harassed or made fun of."

"Jay, Pip and I will be there. We'll thundershock 'em if they try and hurt you. Please come. Look, I wore the rainbow shirt you bought me last week. I added your name in pink glitter."

Jay looked up and stared at his friend's attire. He couldn't deny how much he loves looking at clothes. Or Amber. He loves both of those things.

"Jay + Amber in pink glitter. Nice touch," said Annastasia.

"Thanks, A."

Togepi hugged Jay's arm. Jay sat up and held his one and only Pokémon in his lap. Tears continued to drip down his face.

Annastasia and the adults let the two kids talk alone. The teen and her Pokémon joined James and Misty in the kitchen.

"How's he?" Misty asked Annastasia.

"I don't think he's going to go. He's confident and expressive, but he's also impressionable and introverted. He is self-conscious about being out. Up until recently, no one other than our family and your family knew, and he gets picked on at school. I don't blame him for backing out," Annastasia sighed.

They drank tea and watched television until Jay and Amber finally came down the stairs. Jay was wearing his matching rainbow shirt and had his backpack all prepared. He was smiling, and so were Amber and the Pokémon. Everyone stood up.

"I'm gonna go," Jay announced. "I'm ready."

"I'm so proud," James and Annastasia said together.

Amber linked Jay's arm on one side and Annastasia's on the other. They shut off the TV and then drove back to the train station. They made it just in time to catch the next train to downtown Cerulean.

"What made you change your mind?" Annastasia asked her brother as they took their seats.

"Amber pointed out that I am not going to find a boyfriend by sitting in my room and crying," Jay shyly replied.

"It's true," Amber defended. "I mean, he'll probably not get a boyfriend anyway…"

"Hey! Before you called me a catch!" Jay exclaimed. "Are you saying that you were kidding?"

"No Jay. I'm am just sayin'…never mind. I'll shut up."

"Good idea," Annastasia giggled.

They looked at the activity guide together. Though Jay had read it a dozen times, he was so nervous, and couldn't think of anything else to do. Ash and Misty were here, and Meowth and Lucy, and even though these people are like family to him, he was still nervous. He wasn't entirely sure why. He knew he was safe. But still, this was a big step, a turning point in his life.

"Mom!" Jay called when he saw his mother through the crowd.

"Jay!"

Jessie's softest spot is for her and James' three kids. Though the youngest was away, Annastasia and Jay were very much present. James and Jessie lifted Jay so that he could see over the crowds.

"Whoa!"

Tsareena and Primarina danced on an Alola-themed float. Jigglypuff and Cottonee floated like balloons. Smeargle painted faces and murals. There was fireworks and music and confetti.

And for once, his parents let someone else steal the show.

XOXOXO

The Morgan's didn't return to Pallet Town until late at night. They had spent six hours at the parade, and the high-energy event drained all of them. Still, Annastasia had enough energy to join her parents at their hotel's bar. The Pallet House restaurant and hotel were silent as James prepared drinks for Meowth, Lucy, Jessie, Annastasia and himself. Then they reflected on the day.

"Rita didn't stay long," Jessie commented after she took a shot of whiskey.

"She works for Giovanni, mom. He's not the kind of person who gives agents time off so that they can attend gay parades," Annastasia replied.

"Yere her partner, but yous still got to go," Meowth remarked.

"She was falling behind on some things. I prepped ahead of time, knowing I'd have to donate at least seven hours of my time to this thing."

"K…Hey, Jess, I was wonderin'…yous said dat dere at five queer people and they all live here. What do you mean?" Meowth asked.

Everyone looked to Jessie she shrugged and took another shot. Then she held up her hand, and started counting off the fingers.

"An ace, a bi, a gay, and I mean, do you and Lucy really believe that your two trolls are straight?"

"I don't know, don't care," Lucy retorted. "By the way, have you seen them? A didn't see any Meowth or Purrloin there other than Meowth and myself."

"Dey went to nanny and pop-pop's estate with Jocelyn, remmeba?"

"I had no knowledge of this. Whatever," Lucy responded. "Who's the bi?"

"Jessie."

"James."

The two rockets had spoken simultaneously.

"So…?" Meowth inquired.

"It doesn't matter," Jessie asserted. She stood up and turned to James. "You ready?"

"Yeah. 'Night guys," James yawned as he lifted himself of the barstool.

"Goodnight," Annastasia said before they walked out the door and towards their home, located just across the street.

Annastasia contemplated going with them. She decided to have some red wine instead.

"Humans are so weird. They have parades for everything. Who really cares about all these identities? I don't see a 'talking Pokémon appreciation' parade, yet I think that would be more significant," Lucy ranted.

"Start a movement," Annastasia suggested.

"Too much work," Meowth sighed.

"I agree," said Lucy.

"Then don't complain," Annastasia reasoned.

"Yere a little crabby," Meowth noted.

"I…it's almost midnight, and I have to work at nine."

"Yous don't have to work. Weeze got a whole lotta cash now."

"Believe it or not, Meowth, but there are people in this world who like to feel productive. Why do you think my parents bother to take care of this place?"

"More money," Meowth guessed.

"I don't think that's the only reason," Annastasia responded.

She stuck the bottle of red wine back into the mini-fridge underneath the bar. She opted for water instead and thought about what Meowth had just told her.

"I guess I am also crabby because…I feel guilty for ranting to Jay. I made him feel like gay guys are all jerks. It's not that, I just didn't want my little bro to get hurt, ya know? He's so trusting. I trust him, but he's a little kid, and he's easy to take advantage of. Next year, I'll be in charge of him and his friends as I lead them through their first Pokémon journey. I want him to learn some of these lessons now because I can't be watching him every second of every day. I think my timing was off. We should have had this talk a while ago."

"He's fine now," Lucy commented.

"Yeah."

"I gots I question though," said Meowth.

"Hmm. It's quite humble of you to ask anyone for information," Annastasia smirked.

"Yeah, well, normally I know everythin' about everythin'…but…never mind."

"I want to know what your question is," said Lucy.

"I just…never mind, I'll figure it out. 'Night."

Annastasia and Lucy watched him jump of the bar counter and saunter over to the exit. They were both somewhat amused.

"Meowth, what's your question?"

"I'll figure it out."

"Okay…."

Lucy joined Meowth by the exit. They said 'goodbye' to Annastasia. The teen sat there, alone at the bar except for her two sidekick Pokémon.

"He totally doesn't know what gay, bi, ace, or any of those words mean, am I right?" she asked the Altaria and Lillipup.

"Tarrrria."

"Lupp."

They both nodded as they chanted, then laughed a little. Annastasia laughed too.

"It's okay. Humans are complicated. Maybe not quite as complicated as Pokémon, but Meowth isn't as clever and knowledgeable as he thinks."

She finished a second glass of water, and then went back over to her own room. She assumed that Jay heard her come in, because he joined her and her Pokémon in the hall the moment she reached the top of the stairs. He was holding Togepi and smiling.

"A, I wanted to say 'thanks' before we went to bed," Jay whispered.

Annastasia hugged him, then reminded him that little brothers are supposed to be annoying and rude, not adorable and sweet.

"I'll never be the way I'm supposed to be," he responded.

"Mom and dad taught you well, then."

"You think that next time we go, we can invite my friends?"

"Totally."

"Good. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She took a look at some of the pictures she took on her phone before preparing for bed. Her and Jay, her and Misty, Jay and everyone, food, people eating food…she didn't regret going at all. And those assholes she warned Jay of, she was quite certain that her Pokémon were out defending her, and that her mom possibly scared them away.

"Next time, we'll bring friends," Annastasia whispered to her Pokémon.

"Lillll."

"Tarri."

XOXOXO

AN:

+Jay, Annastasia, Lucy, Lily, Logan, Rita, and Amber are OCs. Jessie, James, Meowth, Misty, Ash, Nanny, Pop-pop, Giovanni and all the Pokémon species I mentioned are cannon, and therefore NOT MINE.

+Please Read and Review, and Follow me for more next generation Poke-tales:)

+Happy Second Pride!

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individuationfic · 5 years

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Seeking to Seize Chapter 12

AO3

Yukiko can’t help the bubble of relief that rises in her chest when Yu offers to cook their group’s curry during the camping trip. Cooking has never been one of her strengths, even if people do expect her to be good at it from growing up in an inn. She’d just been following Chie’s lead, really, while shopping, and Yosuke bailed so some other part of Junes as soon as they started looking at veggies. She’d been about to pick up a fish when Yu stopped her hands and signed, ‘You obviously don’t know how to cook,’ with a fond smile on his face. ‘Let me take care of it.’

Another, smaller part of her is a little disappointed. She wanted to impress Chie on the off chance she was able to produce something edible. Chie organized a day-long date in Okina City! Yukiko just wishes she could do something for her in return.

She does not hold affection for you because of what you can provide, Konohana Sakuya says, but because of who you are. If you listen, you will find more ways of repaying her on your own.

Konohana Sakuya isn’t as talkative as her friends’ Personae, if their stories are to be believed. She’s not really sure whether it’s because of Konohana Sakuya’s nature or her own.

An idea suddenly presents itself. She thinks about Chie’s glances at her lips, about a little tent in the woods at night. She looks at Chie, who gives her a breathtaking smile, and thinks, I may have an idea.

Kanji doesn’t really know why he even came on this dumb camping trip. He knows it’ll just be as boring as it was when he went with the middle school last year, and all his classmates are scared of him, and his mom still gets nervous when he’s gone for more than a few hours. For all intents and purposes, staying home would have been the best option.

But Take-Mikazuchi wouldn’t hear of it.

CAMPING! CAMPING! His Persona cheered when he learned about the trip. CAMPINGCAMPINGCAM—

FINE! We’ll go, just stop shouting!

So here he is.

He’s glad to see Senpai and the others exit another bus when they get to the campsite, and it doesn’t take much to convince him homeroom teacher to put him in King Moron’s care for the duration of the trip. When he and the team ask for him to be put in their group, King Moron mutters something about an idiot and a delinquent, but relinquishes.

As soon as the teacher is gone, off to harass some other poor group of students, Senpai turns towards Hanamura-senpai and signs something. Hanamura-senpai says, “He was griping about having an idiot and a delinquent in the same group.”

Kanji thinks he’s the only one who notices the way Senpai’s face twists.

Later, while the others are cleaning up after dinner, Kanji asks, “Why did what King Moron say about me make you upset?”

Senpai pulls a small, worn notepad out of his bag and writes, When he said ‘idiot,’ he was talking about me.

Kanji recoils. He hasn’t known Senpai for very long, but he just knows he deserves respect. “Are you sure?”

I’ve been called dumb and an idiot more times than I can count. It sort of comes with the territory of being deaf. I can’t communicate the same way he can, so he assumes I can’t communicate at all.

“Shouldn’t we report him or something?” Kanji feels an all-to-familiar rage rising in his gut. “That’s, like, discriminatory language, right?”

Senpai forces a smile and shakes his head. I don’t think he meant to be discriminatory. He really does think I’m stupid. I don’t need to cause a fuss over it.

And here’s the thing: Kanji’s a master at lying to himself. That means he can tell when someone as honest as Senpai is bullshitting, too. Not like I can do anything about it, he thinks, forcing back a scowl. I’m just a dumb delinquent; no one would listen to me, even if I tried to say something.

YOU SMART! Take-Mikazuchi roars in his mind. NOT GOOD WITH BOOKS, BUT SMART! DO WHAT YOU THINK YOU SHOULD DO!

Kanji takes a second to think. I’ll respect Senpai’s wish for now. But if I hear King Moron insult him again…

SMASH?

Yeah, buddy. We’ll smash him up good.

Chie groans and pulls her ineffective pillow up over her head to try and drown out the sounds of Hanako’s snores. Why do we have to share with Hanako, anyway? she thinks. She’s not even in our group!

She’d been looking forward to sharing a tent with Yukiko by herself. It’s been hard for them to have alone time since they started dating; they had investigation business after school most days, and when they didn’t, Yukiko usually had to help out at the inn. Their day-long date in Okina City was the last time they were alone together, and that was weeks ago! Is some private time with her girlfriend really too much to ask for?

As if on cue, Yukiko shifts in her sleeping bag next to her. “Are you still awake, Chie?”

“It’d be a miracle if I wasn’t,” Chie groans. She releases her pillow and rolls over to face Yukiko. Her skin is pale enough that Chie can make out the lines of her face, even with next to no light. “What’s up?”

“Well, uh.” Yukiko sounds nervous. And is she blushing? Her face looks a little red, but it’s too dark to tell. “It’s a little cold tonight, don’t you think?”

Not really. Chie’s glad she has a sleeping bag, but she could go without. But then again, Tomoe’s ice-based magic has made her more resistant to the cold, so she says, “I guess.”

Yukiko fidgets. “Maybe we should, um, zip our sleeping bags together? To keep warm?”

Oh.

Feeling a heat rising in her cheeks, Chie nods. It takes a big of maneuvering, but they eventually get their bags joined to share warmth. Her heart is beating so fast she thinks it’s going to leap out of her chest.

She finds it just a little ridiculous, how affected she is by Yukiko. They’ve been friends for years, shared baths and futons and clothes. Many of these experiences even came after Chie realized her feelings.

But this…

This is different.

Because they’re dating now. Now Yukiko knows how Chie cares for her, and she’s made the first move. They lay facing each other in the dark, their chests nearly touching. She can feel Yukiko’s breath on her skin, and if she extends her fingers, she can brush against the soft skin of Yukiko’s belly where her school-issued gym shirt has ridden up. Gods, what has she done to deserve this?

And then, just when Chie thinks it can’t get much better, one of Yukiko’s hands reaches out and she locks their fingers together. “I don’t think I’ll have to worry about the cold anymore,” she whispers, and Chie can barely hear it over Hanako’s continued snoring and the blood rushing in her ears.

“Yeah,” she says, “me neither.”

Yosuke waits until he sees Yu’s breath even out before he gently kicks Kanji in the side. Kanji, predictably, thrashes and rears up with a shout. “What the hell, man?”

“Shut up!” Yosuke hisses. “King Moron might hear you!”

“Don’t kick me if you don’t want me to yell!” But, thankfully, his voice is quieter, so Yosuke takes that as a win.

Yosuke groans and sits up, peering over at Kanji in the low light. “Look,” he says, “I wanted to ask you about something.”

“I ain’t giving you my animal crackers,” is Kanji’s immediate response.

“This isn’t about your friggin’ animal crackers!” He sighs, frustrated, but he finally has Kanji’s attention so he goes on. “When did you realize you… y’know… liked guys?”

Kanji looks puzzled, but it seems that he understands the gravity of the situation. “It’s hard to say,” he admits. “Shirogane’s the only person I’ve liked in a long time. I had some crushes on girls when I was little, but I stopped caring when they made fun of me. Shirogane’s the first person who showed any real interest in me since I was a kid; I’m not sure if I like all guys, or if it’s just him.”

Well. That doesn’t help. Yosuke’s not really sure what he was expecting but he was hoping to confirm his heterosexuality. Kanji’s fifteen-year abstinence from romance is less than helpful in this endeavor. He blows his bangs out of his eyes and starts to lay back down when Kanji speaks again. “This is about Senpai, isn’t it?”

Yosuke’s face lights up like a traffic light and his spine stiffens. “What makes you say that?” he asks, and even he can hear that his voice is high-pitched and strained.

“I’m a dumbass, but I ain’t stupid. I know when two people like each other.”

“I like girls,” Yosuke says weakly. Then, “Wait, you think Yu likes me?”

He can see Kanji blink at him. “Dude. That’s even less of a secret than Satonaka-senpai and Amagi-senpai.”

“What?!”

‘You guys go on ahead,’ Yu signs when Chie and Yukiko invite him to the river. ‘I don’t really like swimming.’

Which is, well, sort of a lie. He doesn’t mind swimming, but swimming unsupervised is another story.

Once, very soon after he became deaf, he and his parents went on a vacation to the mountains. It’d been the first time in a long time all three of them were together outside of a hospital; even back then his parents spent more time at work than at home. Not even this new, all-encompassing silence could dampen the joy he felt at having his parents all to himself for a whole week.

There was a little lake behind the cabin they were staying in. He’d just learned how to swim before he got sick and, having just beat a serious illness, he felt invincible. About three days into their stay his dad was watching him swim while his mother cleaned up after lunch. Then, his dad stopped paying attention.

Later, he would find out he took a business call and went inside. Not that the reason for his negligence is important, of course, just that it happened. Yu, hoping to impress his dad, swam out farther than he should have. The rest, as they say, is history.

Ever since, the idea of swimming outside a fully-staffed public pool makes him remember the panic he felt that day. Rivers, like the one his friends want to go to, make him even more nervous. Especially after all this rain, they’re sure to be dangerous, and he doesn’t want to risk it.

He watches his friends leave, trekking into the forest, then does a quick about-face to look at his two most mysterious senpai.

They’re together, as always. Shiomi-senpai has her track pants rolled up and her jacket open and is fanning herself with a hand. Yuki-senpai, conversely, is still wearing his absudly long yellow scarf, tucked and wrapped intricately to avoid it dragging on the forest floor. Why wear it if you don’t want it to get dirty? Yu wonders.

Then Yu spots something.

There, standing against Shiomi-senpai’s white t-shirt, is a golden chain, and from that chain hangs a ring.

#individuation #persona series #persona 4 #persona 3 #ao3fic

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whatevenis2016-blog · 7 years

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Please just kill me already.

Basically every aspect of my life sucks rn. Work is horrible and gets worse and worse everyday. I can't stand it and I just want someone to call me back so I can get out of this hell hole. It's so funny tho this one girl gets to work 45, 50, even an hour late every single day and my boss doesn't seem to care and I get to work everyday on time and then I change into my work cloths there and clock in like 3 minutes late. But do you know who she gives shit and bitched about behind her back to other employees? Me. Not her. She literally doesn't appreciate the fact that I basically run her store and shes never there. And she takes weekends off and gives the girl who's always late weekends off and this guy every Friday and Sunday off but won't give me or the other girl who actually do shit at work any weekend days off. Ever. I ask one weekend off a year, for my birthday. And she still Give Me Shit about how hard it is for her to make it work without me being there. Oh wow. Go fuck yourself. Like really. I don't care how hard it is for you, it's your business not mine. It's not my problem. Like if you can't make it work with the people you have, maybe you should fucking hire more people? And not just have like 6 employees.... And about a million other reasons why working there is complete ass. My mother hates me. And no I'm not exaggerating, not even a little bit. Here are some direct quotes from my mother, all completely unprovoked and completely out of the blue:: "you are a psychopath" "maybe I should keep calling your bitch of an employer" she's trying to get me fired bc I refused to see her on my birthday "you're off your meds, you aren't wearing your retainer, you dropped out of college. You're living in an unhealthy environment" my doctor took me off my meds bc I'm doing better, I stopped wearing my retainer bc it's been ever a year since I got my braces off, I'm taking ONE semester off bc my whole fucking life is imploding around me and an way too stressed out and overwhelmed to handle school on top of all my other problems. "Your father said he was going to kill me" complete lies bc she's mad my father got custody of me when I was a child. "maybe C***** didn't stab you in the back she just didn't like how he was treating you" and ex friend of mine treated me like shit and tried to break me and an ex up and then tore apart many other friendships bc she's an insecure person but she wants me to believe I was the problem not other people. "your dad doesn't want you to succeed" "it's time to grow up and stop blaming shit on me!!!!!!!" "You only text me when you're angry" " I tried so hard with you" "I wasted XXXX$ on your braces" she tried to take my father to Cort and force him to pay for braces but because she was thousands and thousands of dollars behind in child support they made her pay for them, not to mention doing things like that are what you're suppose to do as a parent not bc your child 'deserves it'. All those are just text messages she's sent me resently. I'm currently 21 and she still owns me like 33,000$++ in child support. She doesn't even work, she sponges off the government. The money she gets from the government every month is more that my father Earns every month. And my dad is able to out food on the table, buy clothing for me and then some but she's not even able to buy anything more than bread and ramen noodles bc she spends the rest of her money on drugs and alcohol and other stupid shit (like smart phones she doesn't know how to use and DS3Ds as soon as they are released and again doesn't know how to use. All for herself I might add). She has completely treated my like shit for my entire life. When I was younger I used to believe I deserved it bc I was just a shitty person but after seeing a good therapist, I know know she's mentally ill, refuses to get help and just projects all her issues and anger onto me. She tells me I'm the worst thing that has ever happened to her, that I'm mentally retarded and would never graduate high school (even though from 11th great until my junior year or college I got all As and Bs except 2 classes I really struggled in), she would tell me I don't deserve love and I would die alone. Day in and day out for absolutely no reason other than just wanting me to feel horrible. If I wouldn't do simple things like dishes or taking trash out she would threaten me never to take me to a doctor or dentist again (which incase you can't figure this out for yourself is sick and twisted) you should ground your kid of a weekend not refuse medical attention. She's woken me up in the middle of the night, knocking me out of bed and kicked me out with no explanation. Once I was out with a friend and came home probably around 11pm and she had locked me out of our appartment and wouldn't let me back in and I had called my dad but he was asleep so he didn't answer, so I just waited outside in the hallway until the next morning and rode the bus to school. One of the first therapists I had told her she can't keep treating me the way she does (keep in mind my mother would sit in on my appointments and do most of the talking herself so it wasn't even just me spouting out a bunch of shit, it was just from the words spoken from my mother). On the way home she told me how horrible I am, how I was the worst thing that has ever happened to her, that I deserved all the bad thing possible to happen to me. There have been times when she was mad at one of my brother's (she has 2 other sons, my 2 half brother's) and she would take her anger out on me (bc they didn't live with us) she would tell me it was my responsibility to step up and take her shit, that's what it meant to be 'part of a family' what it meant to be 'an adult'. Does that make sense to you? If you're mad at someone but they aren't there...That you would yell and a completely unrelated person simply bc you were mad...? Bc that's what it meant to be a family...? No. It doesn't make sense. I've literally seen my mother do something and then turn around a yell at my brother like he did it. She's so fucked up, she just can't stand it when there isn't drama. The last time l lived with her was my senior year of high schoool, in the middle of the night she tricked me into coming downstairs telling me she was hurt and needed help. When really she was shitfaced drunk, she told me how sick of me she was, how she couldn't stand me, how she didn't want to take care of me anymore. She had a hand full of several bills all in my name, all way past due, that she didn't pay or give to me, that were ruining my credit bc they were unpayed. Just to fuck me over. And then kicked me out. It was like 1 in the morning. And after I left, within the next week she was pissed as all hell that I refused to come back. She had kicked me out several times in the past and I was forced to go back bc I was under 18 but this time there was absolutely no reason for me to go back. She wouldn't stop harassing me she called and left so many messages in 2 weeks it filled my entire voicemail. I didn't even know that was possible. But it is. They were all telling me I was a shitty person. I had to get a whole new phone number bc of her. What a great mother right? And she literally cannot wrap her hear around why I want nothing to do with her. And on top of all of her shit my brother's are so brain washed they believe it's okay for her to act the way she does and are MAD AT ME for not wanting to interact with her. They literally try to make me feel guilty for not wanting to see or talk to her. Like the way she acts in in no way, shape or form okay for a parent to act. And the fact they think I should PUT UP WITH IT is fucking ridiculous. I have literally told my one brother story's of what she has does and all he says is "you should really call and talk to mom". Like wow, I can fell the love. I can tell my mental health is important to you. And currently I have been having some serious issues with my insurance. I need to be enrolled in school to get my insurance benefits and I guess this year my shit got messed up and they never received my enrollment info. So for like the last 3 months I've been trying to get it straitened out with problem after problem after problem. And several hours sitting on call waiting with my insurance. Currently I'm emailing someone from college trying to get enrollment verification forms. So I emailed the lady saying I needed help for the fall semester of 2016 and explained my whole problem to her. The spring of 2017 I'm taking off bc of personal problems and she already knew that bc I've already talked to her about it. All she replies with "you're not currently enrolled". I was so pissed and crushed. She clearly didn't even read my email. I have dealt with her before and I have friends that have dealt with her, and she has never been anything but a cunt. And I don't genuinely say cunt as a insult but she's a cunt. Like what even is her job but to help students?? She has either not helped me or given me so much shit in the process. If you fucking hate your job so much that you treat your students like shit, you should get a new job. Like are you serious, I am thousands of dollars in debt to my insurance that I don't owe bc my shit fell through for a stupid reason. And it's affecting my credit score bc I don't want to just pay for it and potentially not get replayed.... And a couple months ago my father had surgery for cancer and isn't working. So with my shit job where I don't even make the minimum wage, I'm trying to support us. And right after he had his surgery and I accidently broke my finger. All in the finals week of school. So I was trying to finish final projects, study for finals, being torn apart hoping my father would be okay, wanting to go out of town to visit him in the hospital and then not being able to bc I broke my finger, and missing several days of school and having to make up finals. All while having my work issues too and being expected to work way more hours than I could physically and mentally handle but doing it anyway. Just being torn apart in every direction possible and having no one care... And since my father's surgery I've had to drive him 2 hours our of town for check ups since his surgery and when I ask those day off from work my boss has the audacity to give me shit about needing those days off even though she knows full well why I was asking them off. I literally hate my life and wish I was dead. Like all of my problems are bc of other people, things that are completely out of my control. Like I try so hard to fix shit and nothing gets better. My entire life I've tried to bend over backwards trying to make my mother love me but she just hates me more and more everyday. No matter what I do or say my boss never takes me seriously or respects or appreciated a single thing I do. No matter who I talk to or what I send nothing changes with my insurance. Can someone just kill me.....

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literateape · 7 years

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Make NOT Doing the Wrong Thing a Habit

By Don Hall

"Me, too."

Following the explosive revelation of something everyone already knew about—the serial abuse upon countless women in Hollywood by Harvey Weinstein—the simple request online was for any woman who had experienced sexual harassment or assault to respond with “Me, too.”

The numbers of women who typed those two words was harrowing and maddening.

Most men online were either silent (that was my response) or typed in response “I believe you.”

The onslaught of women online opening up about the crap treatment they’ve received was overwhelming. It was inspiring in that these stories have been routinely suppressed for a variety of reasons over the years. It was frustrating to note that, in an effort to be a part of things, a lot of women couldn’t help but put catcalling and condescension on the same level as sexual coercion and rape.

Likewise, the number of men who jumped in the fray with the placating of meaningless belief (because the declaration of belief in every voice, regardless of context or specificity is the very definition of virtue signaling and nonsense to boot) was daunting.

Neither the declaration of contextless assault nor the insincere blanket belief is particularly helpful. It is the activism of the internet—looks good but generally doesn’t amount to much. It also, like so many examples of the voiceless crying out for a sense of justice, ignored the fact that a black woman rather than a white actress from the nineties started the “Me, too” tag about ten years ago and was roundly ignored by the mainstream.

These matters, like all sociopolitical issues, demand context as they are a bit more complicated than the “Look at How Evil Men Are” simplicity of the online sharing.

I was 13 years old in 1979. My mother had been married a couple of times by then and I had witnessed my first step-father, Dennis Coley, routinely beat my mother with his fists, with a belt, with a cast iron skillet. In terms of toxic masculine behavior, I had a front row seat to the freak show.

One would think that being audience to that would have an effect. One would think.

Sherri Stevens was a girl that lived down the road from us. She was in my eighth grade class out in the tiny country school in the middle of Where are We Again, KS. At first we were friends but, like so many adolescent things, I said something to her or she said something to me or something misinterpreted. I honestly can’t remember how we became enemies, but enemies we were.

The trouble lie in the fact that we lived on the same stretch of country road and we had to ride the bus together to school every morning. We had to wait for it or we weren’t getting to school that day so we were both out on the cross section of dirt roads every morning around 6:30 a.m. I threw rocks at her on most mornings.

I don't know why. It was the thing she and I did every morning. She would insult me in some way or I would call her fat, she would call me stupid and I'd start flinging rocks at her. She was six inches taller than I was and would chase me but I was fast so I’d run, taunting her and throwing gravel at her as I bolted from one side of the road to the next. Once in a while, she’d catch me and pummel my stupid boy head. Which meant that the next day, I had to come up with better insults and bigger rocks.

Her mother witnessed this one day and immediately went to my mother to make it stop.

My mother let me know that that behavior was not acceptable. To be fair, my tiny spitfire mom didn't tell me this quite so politely—I pretty much had my ass handed to me for taunting a girl because of her weight and throwing rocks at her at the bus stop.

As any 13-year-old boy would, I felt maligned and angry... at Sherri. SHE had gotten me in trouble. It was HER fault! She called me stupid and she laughed at my clothes! She was so fat! And I hated her guts. It was her fault that my mother had read me the riot act and I got grounded for doing NOTHING WRONG!!!

I was 13 then. Three decades and some change later, I was bullied by another former friend turned enemy online. I unfriended her on Facebook—apparently a hanging offense in the digital high school—and was subjected to a mob of accusation and name calling by 50 or so of her friends, most who had never even met me. I was a sexist. A racist. I used her as a token Latina. I was never her friend. I used her and everyone else. And on and on.

And I threw digital rocks at her. I fought back with words meant to hurt. To be fair, I never went to the place of gendered insults. She was an asshole and a bully—you know, gender neutral descriptors. But they were still rocks, and apparently I hadn’t really learned anything from Sherri. I got grounded, in the adult sense, not for enduring her toxic crap but for fighting with a girl and being unable to stop fighting back. And I blamed her just like I did Sherri.

Just like Harvey and Bill O’Reilly and Bill Cosby and Donald Trump blame the women they threw rocks at.

One day at the bus stop, I restrained myself from taking my unfocused masculine rage out on our neighbor. And I came home, proud of myself. I told my mother that I hadn't thrown any rocks at Sherri that morning. And all I got was a nod. "Can I be ungrounded?"

I'll never forget what she said in response to that.

"Donald. You don't get rewarded for not doing something you know is wrong. Your reward is that you are a better human being because you didn't bully that girl. Your reward is that you weren't an awful person... this morning. Make not doing the wrong thing a habit and you just might not be killed by your mother before you graduate eighth grade. Your reward is being allowed to live."

I’d love to say that that was the moment of clarity required to see the error of my boys-will-be-boys ways but I’d be lying.

I did connect the dots and was self-reflective enough to never use any physical force on women ever again—my stupid monkey brain was at least that evolved but it never occurred to me that even that attitude was still patronizing. I felt that by declaring and adhering to a stance that violence against women by men was forbidden, that I was to be rewarded. By not doing the wrong thing, I should be seen as righteous.

The question becomes what do I do to be a better person when it comes to my relationship with women?

I mean, I’m not as evolved as I’d like to be. I’m quite happily married but I’m not immune to checking out attractive women young enough to be my offspring. I watch porn once in a while. While I’m no predator or rapey type, I’ve been known to follow the John Hughes model of “Stalk Her Until She Relents” mode of courtship in the past. My sense of humor runs to the offensive and I’ve been known to be pretty racey without regard to the gender of those receiving it. Most of my bosses have been women so I’m pretty certain I’m not threatened by that but I wonder sometimes when I disagree vehemently with one. Sure, I can type “I believe you’’ but I can’t promise that I will or I do in every instance.

So I return to the words of my mother. Make not doing the wrong thing a habit. I can and do acknowledge that I am a guy in a system that rewards me for my gender and skin color and the best I can do is not be an awful person... this morning. And then again tomorrow morning. And the next morning.

Not for any external reward or for props in the online world but because my mother allowed me to live past 13.

#ibelieveyou #Sherri Stevens #unlearning bad behavior #toxic masculinity #mom #metoo

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