#And from what I heard he admitted to some form of being shitty and really cleaned himself up from it

[childofaura]

Can you review Kira Buckland? I wish they could give her more characters in FEH. I haven't played Nier Automata, but the cutscenes showed me that her performance as 2B is out of this world.

Ah yes. To the masses, she is known as Kira Buckland. To me and a smaller number, she is Rina-Chan XD I will forever thank her and Kirbopher for making up my childhood with Brawl Taunts.

So far, all she's played in FEH is Katarina and Eirika.

Performance-wise, I think she does great, but I sadly think that both Eirika and Katarina kind of hinder her performance a little. I'm not trying to say this to be mean to Eirika, but... Eirika's very much a cookie-cutter type of character. So her voice ends up being a generic kind princess. And Katarina is just timid and shy, so it ends up sounding kind of like the same character. I think if we get a Katarina and Clarisse Duo Heroes, we'll get a much better performance. No way is it Kira's fault though, really, it's just her limited choice of characters. She still performs them really well.

And I definitely think she fits those two well; back during her Brawl Taunts days, she was pretty much responsible for voicing almost ALL the female characters in those shorts, which involved characters like Peach and Zelda, so she's well picked for Eirika.

The sad thing is that I KNOW Kira has the range! Again, LOOK at all her roles in Brawl Taunts! Samus, Peach, Zelda, Ness, Pokemon Trainer, SHE HAS RANGE! But unfortunately she's only had two roles in FEH that are just too similar to each other.

Overall, Kira Buckland's an 8/10. I don't think she's bad by ANY means but damn, that poor girl is NOT properly utilized as a voice actor.

[samkerrworshipper]

she’s on the run

beautiful girl series part 4 -> pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3

leah williamson x daughter reader, jordan nobbs x daughter reader

this was created whilst i listened to so long, london and florida!!!!

You waited until Leah had fully descended the stairs, waiting patiently until you heard Lia and her talking in the kitchen before you started to creep off of your bed and towards your open window. It was a easy climb, one you’d made hundreds of times, you hardly batted an eyelid as you climbed out of the window, your legs swinging out and over until they hit the tiling of the roof. After that it was a simple jump from the roof too the gravel drive way, your only concern was trying to be as quiet as possible, so instead of jumping as normal, you stepped to the edge of the tiles, being ever so careful to make sure that you didn’t slip and fall. Once you got to the edge you sat down, scooting until your feet were hanging over the edge, turning onto your stomach and sliding down until your feet found one of the tresses on the side.

It was a odd form of rock climbing but with some arm strength and dodgy footing, you managed to eventually get your feet onto the gravel of your moms driveway.

You didn’t look backwards as you tiptoed across the driveway, the only think you focused on was turning your location off before starting to jog away from your mom’s house.

You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew that you needed to get far enough away that your moms friends who crowded all of the surrounding neighbourhoods couldn’t find you, you needed a way out of here.

You didn’t have a lot of options, and the options you did have were shitty, but there wasn’t really any others that would work.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket as you rounded the corner of the block, ducking into the first alleyway that you spotted.

There were a couple of numbers that were options, some better than others, you went with the first one that came to head.

The phone rings out for a few seconds, your fingers jitter against the sides of your plastic case, whether you feel prepared to admit it or not, you’re going through withdrawals, it’s around now that you’re body is accustomed to shooting up, to getting a hit of drugs and right now it’s becoming more obvious by the minute how desperate your body is for that high that your body is used to receiving.

Maya had become the older sister that you never had, she cared about you, she treated you with more care and love then anybody else in your life, there wasn’t really any hesitation in your mind as you pressed down on her contact, the ringing noise being the only thing to register in your mind.

It rang out for a while, before your phone went silent for a few seconds.

Originally, you thought that it had rung out, but then there was a groan and something else from the other side of the phone.

“Babygirl?”

You don’t know where the nickname had come from, but along the way it had just become the way that Maya had chosen to address you.

“Hey, I need your help, where are you?”

You heard some rustling, and then Maya’s voice.

“I’m still at Matt’s house, what’s happened?”

Fuck. Fuck.

Matt was a problem, but he was one of the only people who could solve your main problem right now, that was all that was at the forefront of your mind.

“Mom found out about the drugs, she took them off me. I’m crashing, can you come get me?”

More rustling, then someone talking in the background.

“Fuck, kid. I’m gonna come get you alright, we’ll get you to Matt’s house and he’ll look out for you, it’s gonna be okay, we’ll look after you, I always look out for my girls.”

More rustling, accompanied by more background talk.

“Just send me your location alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You nod your head, taking in the information and finding that your hands and body seem to relax with the knowledge that there is a resolution coming.

“Okay, okay, thank you, thank you, I love you.”

Maya’s like you, or at least you try to tell yourself that. She’s never had anyone who loved her, she’s all by herself. That’s what you tell yourself, that nobody’s ever loved you, that you’re all alone, she tells you the same. That nobody will love you like a good high, that your all alone, that you always will be. To start with, you thought it was all nonsense, that to her you were just a means of getting money, but after hearing it enough, after realising the truth behind her words, you thought it must be true, she was older than you, she’d seen more of the world than you had.

You stayed hunched over in the alleyway, ignoring the buzzing on your phone that meant your mother had realised you were gone. You felt a pang of compassion in your heart, just briefly. You didn’t want to worry her, you didn’t want to think about the anguish that would have crossed Leah’s face when she’d returned to your bedroom to find it empty, even worse if it was Jordan.

Consciously, you didn’t care, not really, all you cared about was the fucking high that you were missing out on. But the eight year old version of you, somewhere in the lowest pit of your heart felt horrifically bad.

It took fifteen minutes of you being hunched against a brick wall, hiding from the view of the street, shaking and shivering before you were hit with the light of headlights, coming from the end of the alleyway.

You stayed hidden, just in case it was your mother or somebody else, staying crouched down behind a bin.

“Babygirl, let’s go.”

You stood up properly, your body straightening out and beginning to walk towards the far to bright white lights.

You sat down in the passenger seat, closing the door behind you as swiftly as possible.

Maya captured you in a hug before you could do anything, her arms wrapping around your neck and torso.

“I’m so proud of you, you’re in good care, I’ll look out for you, me and Matt and the girls, you’re in good company.”

You nodded your head against her shoulder, slowly pulling yourself from her embrace.

Her pupils were dilated, your brain didn’t consider the danger behind her being high, more jealous that she was riding on a happy cloud that you were craving to be on.

The drive felt longer than it should have, your phone buzzed relentlessly the whole way there, it took everything in you not to look down and block the numbers that you knew were ringing, but you didn’t have it in you.

You didn’t like the feeling that hit your gut when you rolled up to the same house that you’d stumbled out of a couple nights ago, you loved Maya, you loved drugs, what you didn’t love was the overwhelming fear that you felt at having to face the same man who had done those horrible things to you days ago. Maya must have noticed, or seen something was up with you.

“Something wrong, darlin?”

She was 23, closer to your Mom’s age then yours, she cared about you.

“Matt, he didn’t want money for the drugs, he wanted something else.”

You expected, or you hoped that Maya would be shocked, but she wasn’t, not in the slightest.

“I think you’ll find babygirl that your body is the most powerful form of payment, men will do anything for a woman’s body, it’s good you learn that young. Matt provides a lot, drugs, care, a house, give him what he wants and he’ll treat you well.”

You stuttered on your words.

“W-what if I don’t want it?”

Maya put her hand on your cheek, squeezing firm enough to make it sting slightly.

“There is no such thing as not wanting it. We’re primal, we crave to be touched and wanted, he’s just teaching you that. It’s an eye for an eye. You get your high, he gets what he wants. It works out for everyone. He’s just trying to keep you safe, just trying to make you feel loved, it’s the only kind of love there is.”

In your core, in your brain, you know it’s untrue, Maya believes in what she’s saying though, or at least she appears to.

“Now c’mon, let’s get you upstairs, get you some artificial assistance.”

She pats you on the shoulder, before opening up the door on her side of the car and stepping out. You let go of the breath that you’d been holding in. Maya is like your big sister, she cares about you, she would never intentionally hurt you, she’s the only person who really gives a shit about you.

You open the car door without much more hesitation, having convinced yourself that she’s right, and more that once you shoot up that your brain will quiet down and all of your doubts will be silenced.

Maya leads you into the house, it’s a lot emptier than it was the other day, a lot less people sprinkled across all of the surfaces, instead there are a few girls and Matt, who’s right in the middle of all of them.

“Pretty girl, didn’t think I’d see you back so soon.”

He’s voice is drawling, slightly tilted.

You didn’t have anything to say that wouldn’t come off as rude, so you simply smiled at him, as well as you could considering the bile that was in your stomach just at the thought of the man in front of you.

“She got kicked out, needed some place to go, I told her there is always room for her here.”

Matt nodded and smiled, his hands were all over the women around him, you tried your hardest to keepy your eyes on his face and not the company he was keeping.

“Of course, I look out for my girls. You craving pretty girl? You need something?”

You nodded your head, hopefully, you were desperate, the emotional nature of what you’d just been through with your mother enough to be slowly pushing you towards the edge.

“Maya take her upstairs, the speed is in my bedside draw, I’ll be up in a bit.”

Maya smiled and nodded, grabbing you by the shoulder and pushing you towards the same stairs you’d stumbled down just a few days ago.

You tried not to feel completely daunted as you were tugged upstairs, your shaky legs carrying you the distance to the bedroom that you’d been in less than twenty for hours ago.

It was the same position, same place, same everything.

It was hard not to feel completely terrified.

Maya led you over to the bed, sitting you down whilst she rustled in the bedside table.

It was silent, calm, as peaceful as you could feel in your current situation, until your phone started buzzing again.

“Answer it, let them know you’re fine.”

You looked ay Maya like she was crazy, she sure seemed it.

“Excuse me?”

Maya looked up from her spot rustling through the drawer.

“They’ll leave you alone if you answer, let them know you’re fine and not dead in a ditch somewhere.”

You gulped, pulling your phone out of your pant pocket and looking at the flashing contact of your mom, your finger hesitating over the green button before clicking on it.

“Bubba? Bubba? Jord, she answered, I’ve got her.”

The exhale of relief that you heard leave your mom’s lips was one of pure happiness.

“Mom, please don’t ahte me, please don’t hate me.”

You could always deal with the thought or realisation that your mom didn’t love you, but having her hate you, it would do things to you that you couldn’t handle.

“Bubba where are you? I don’t hate you, I could never hate you, I love you so much bubba. Just let me know where you are, we’ll come get you, we’ll sort this out.”

Your mom sounded more desperate than you’d ever heard her.

“I’m okay mom, I’m okay, I’m safe.”

Another exhale of relief.

“Look bubba, all your aunties are out looking for you, me and Jord have been worried sick, just let me know where you are, please. I’m so worried about you bubba, look, just come home, we can figure out the drug stuff, me and mama will get you all the help you need, we’ll make it all better, just come home.”

It had been hardly two hours since you’d slipped out of your window, you didn’t want to know how stressed your mom would have gotten had it been six or twelve.

“Mom I know I did wrong, trust me, I know. But you want me to go to rehab, you want me to get better, and trust me I want it, but I can’t do it, please.”

You heard something being dropped and then a button being pressed.

“Chick, listen to me, your mom and I are worried sick, you need to come back home. We’ll sort it all out, we’ll get you the help you need, but you need to come home, just tell us where you are.”

The feeling of the rubber tourniquet being tied to your upper arm and a needle prodding at your vein distracted you slightly.

“Look mom, I’m in good company, I’m safe, I love you both but I can’t do rehab, I can’t do getting better, I’m not ready, I’m not strong enough for that, I’m not like you and mom, I can’t be strong and brave, I can’t tough it out when it gets hard. I just need you to love me from a distance and understand that I’m doing whats best for me.”

Maya looks on proudly, it feels like your saying things to appease her and that makes you feel good, the validation of having her smile at you and nod her head at you, it wasn’t love but it was something close, the closest you felt in a while.

“Bubba, listen to me. You are so strong, everything you’ve been through in your life, it’s nothing in comparison to this. You don’t need the drugs, you don’t. This isn’t you bubba.”

You think that deep down, Leah and Jordan have no idea who you are anymore. The injection into your bloodstream only solidifies those thoughts.

“This is me mom, this is who I am now. I was like you and jord’s perfect little child, your perfect girl but that’s not me anymore. I’m not the same kid, this is me.”

You swore you heard a sob, or sniffle from the other side of the line.

“Bubba, we’ll sort this out, just come back home, please.”

You shook your head, enjoying the feeling of your blood circulating the drugs that had just hit your system.

“I can’t do that mom’s, I love you, and I’m so grateful for you but I can’t come home, I just can’t mom, bye.”

Before either of them could reply to you, you pressed down on the hang up button, throwing your phone to the end of the bed and leaning back, letting the high begin to sink in.

The bed sunk down next to you, Maya’s arm snaking around your waist.

“Good job babygirl, I’m proud of you, you’ve got me, I’ll look out for you, I look out for all of my girls.”

If you were sane, you’d probably ask yourself the question of what kind of person looked out for their people by giving them drugs and subjecting them to sexual assault, but with the drugs running through your veins and the relief starting to hit your brain, you couldn’t find you in it to care.

“Feels good.”

Maya brought your head to her neck, it was warm, happy, nice.

“I know babygirl, feels so good doesn’t it?”

You nod your head, the bliss starting to really get to you, your whole body feeling the affects of it.

Everytime you get high you think it’ll last forever, that the overwhelming numb happiness will last permanently. Every time you shoot up, you think that maybe it’ll all get better, that the feeling you’ve been searching for, will finally set in. It doesn’t though.

You come to the conclusion that it must be a more pure solution, or more concentrated because it’s getting to your head a lot quicker than normal.

You don’t even notice when Matt slips into the room, too busy processing the overwhelming feeling of the drugs rushing through you. It’s good, it feels good, until the bed dips on the other side of you and a hand is on your waist.

Your body is too numb to try and fight back, even if you had the energy or will to, you doubt you’d be strong enough.

There are words being spoken around you, hands all over your body.

You can’t open your eyes, can’t even try to understand what is happening to you.

You bite down on your lip, as your pants are tugged down.

You dissasociate it, disassociate the hands on you, dissasociate the feeling of being violated, enjoy the fact that the mixture of the drugs in your system and pain coming from your lip manage to be enough to distract from the pain being inflicted on you.

It’s primal, it’s an eye for an eye, it’s a form of payment.

Some time during the process, you drift off, whether it’s from the drugs or pain you aren’t sure, you just know that the sweet mixture of the meth seems to be enough.

You wake up with an arm around you, your silently terrified to open your eyes and find out who, but you’re also in pain and a little bit too curious for your own good. You’re grateful that the hands are Maya’s, it’s a small win. Your head is still dazed, it feels good, but you’re itching for something, itching for more.

“Hey babygirl.”

It’s light outside, it has of been a couple of hours and based on the pain between your legs you don’t want to know what’s happened in the couple of hours you’ve been unconscious.

“You feeling a bit better?”

You nod your head, focusing in on the daze and not the itch across your body and the pain your experiencing.

“You’ve been such a good girl for Matt and I, doing exactly how we pleased, we’re so proud of you.”

It’s the kind of praise you’ve been searching for months. Growing up, for your mom’s, you’d always been the perfect child, a pathological people pleaser. You’d always been told you were independent, in the end though it had all just been loneliness. You grew up to quickly, from the moment you were in foster care, passed around like a piece of trash, there was no option but for you to be lonely. Then you moved in with Jordan and Leah, and they had each other, you were still alone. You didn’t allow for yourself to make mistakes, you had a chance with them, if you were anything less than perfect then how could they want you? You were a student, a star athlete, polite, a perfectionist to your core. You took on all of the burden during the breakup, you were there for both of your mom’s through it all, yet you were the one who was always at the brunt of their anger and discontent. You weren’t worthy of their love, not when the perfect child stopped being perfect because of the pressure, because of the self-hatred that had manifested inside of you since the first people to show you love had broken apart, leaving you empty on the inside.

You blamed yourself for a lot of it, Leah and Jordan had been fine before you, it was like as soon as you entered their life it was just a ticking time bomb, you wrecked everything, you were a semi truck that drove through people, pulled everyone and everything in it’s way a part.

Maya knew how it felt, she’d broken people a part, she knew what it felt like to be all alone, she’d taught you that it was okay, that it was okay to be lonely.

She cared about you, she understood you, she wanted you.

“More, need more.”

She looked into your eyes and you felt understood, like she knew exactly what you were going through and knew how to patch up and fix all of your problems.

“Alright babygirl, just give me a second and we’ll get you juiced up, huh? You deserve it, you’ve been such a perfect girl for us.”

Maya removed her body from yours, reaching over to the bedside table, rummaging through it the same way she did last night.

Your body was still vibrating with the endorphins, the dopamine was filling your head, replacing everything in you that felt dead and broken, it felt so good, it was the feeling that you craved, the reason that you’d given everything else up, because it made you feel more content and fulfilled then anything else.

You were scared of losing it, scared of losing touch with the feeling that you were relying on.

You craved her praise, craved the drugs, craved the nothingness that came from having everything around you turn into nothing, all of the feelings, all of the struggle, all the pain and suffering turned into dust.

It was what made your life worth living, without the high you didn’t think your life would even remotely worth living for, you had nothing, you had nobody, you were alone.

Maya was quicker with her mannerisms, she knew what she was doing.

You’d never seen her do needles before the last twenty four hours, but you also weren’t that shocked. She had the tracks along her arms, the attitude that seemed like she could. She was the one who’d introduced you to drugs, it had started with a bit of pot, then coke, then heroin, then any pill that you could find and eventually, speed.

You’d been tentative at first, speed was more addictive than any other drug, speed did bad things to a body, methamphetamines were a druggies worst enemy. You’d met cokeheads and some of the most addicted heroin junkies and yet plenty of them had told you that they would never touch meth, that it was too intoxicating.

Meth took control of a persons body, penetrated the system faster than most drugs, meth got into your head, it changed a person for the worse.

You wanted that though, you were seeking for that. You were seeking for something to take control of you, something to change you, something to change the way your brain was wired.

It felt so good, you’d never been into needles either, avoided them like they were the plague, but with the plastic tourniquet strapped onto your arm and the cold point of the needle pressing against your inner arm.

It was the best feeling in the world, the best feeling known to man.

You felt like you were on the peak of Mount Everest, like you were unstoppable.

It was the same feeling you’d once gotten from just being in a room with your moms, the same feeling you’d gotten after a good game of football, the same feeling you’d gotten out of getting a good mark back on a test.

A while ago, a time that you don’t like to think about anymore, it all came naturally. Your body did hunger for that kind of attention because it received it naturally, it didn’t have to worry about when the next burst of serotonin would come. You didn’t have to create your own sensation, like you do now, you didn’t have to put yourself on a constant calendar to keep yourself sane, to make sure that you stayed happy enough to stay alive.

You didn’t think about the fact that you’d shot up a couple of hours ago, that you’re body was only just now learning to absorb intravenous drugs, that you were more dosed up then you had been in your entire life and now you were adding gasoline to the fire inside of you, you didn’t care, all you wanted was for this feeling to keep lasting, for the pain in your stomach from everything that you knew had happened but couldn’t recollect to be numbed by the drugs that you were craving.

You felt alive when the needle pressed into your arm, it made you feel like you were unstoppable, enlightened, like nothing could stop you. It was a strak contrast to how you felt when you were sober, when you were sober, you felt like the weight of the world was resting on your shoulders, that you were responsible for all the people that were around you and if you failed them then you were no better than the little traumatised girl that had been handed to your moms all those years ago.

You tried to ignore the odd chest pain that set in as the drugs mixed in with your blood, or tried your very best at least, it was hard though, when the initial pain started to turn into a skin splitting sensation you tried your best to pay no mind to it.

It was odd, you figured it might be a new effect you were unearthing, needles gave a different high in comparison to your normal, it was understandable that their would be different effects.

For the first time though, in a long time, you weren’t overcome with the near overwhelming relief that normally flooded you, the pain in your chest was to strong, instead of your heart slowing, your pain subsiding and all the thoughts quieting down, it felt like you were going into overdrive, hyperaware of everything that resided inside of you. Your chest was hurting, your heart was beating at a abnormally fast pace and your brain hurt, like it was rattling around inside of your head, bruising the inside of your skull and cracking it into pieces as every second passed.

“Maya, maya.”

It was a croak, yourr eyes being forced open as you took sharp, short breaths.

“You’re okay babygirl, deep breaths, it’ll feel good any minute.”

Except it wasn’t feeling good and it was feeling worse as every second passed. Your skin was prickly, hot and red and burning all over, your heart felt like it was beating faster than it had ever before and everything about how you were feeling felt so inexplicably wrong.

“Not good, not good, not good.”

Maya’s hand was on your face, patting at you like you were a dog, like you were a pet to her.

“Ride it out, you’ve got it babygirl, it’ll pass.”

It wasn’t passing though, it wasn’t, nothing about how you felt was passing at all.

You could feel your control of your body start to fade, you didn’t understand how or why, you didn’t understand what was happening, you knew though that whatever this was, whatever you’d taken or been given, it wasn’t good. It felt like poison inside of you, slowly taking control of every thing inside of you, like something was eating you up from the inside, as every moment surpassed.

You wanted to think that it was going to be fine, that you were just experiencing some kind of heightened high from the buildup in your system, but there was something overwhelmingly odd and wrong about how you felt, it was real, realer than any drugs had made you feel.

Drugs were artificial, and they made you feel artificially happy, or numb, somewhere between those two. Drugs had never made you feel real and tangible, like you were more of a human than anybody else, but right now, you felt more personified then you ever had, like you were so synched with your body that it was too much, too much feelings, too much pain, to much of everything.

You struggled to get out anymore words, between the feeling of your heart beating the speed of light and your chest being too tight for any oxygen to enter your airway.

You supposed she got the message when your body started to shake, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your body struggled to cope.

You heard her scream, felt her pick up your body, in blinks of your eyes you made out the staircase, the entryway, Matt in your line of sight.

You get traded into his arms, arms that make you feel tense and uncomfortable, something your body seems to react to because the tremors or seizures, or whatever the fuck your experiecing only worsens.

You blink in and out of consciousness as you’re taken from the house, into the backseat of somebody’s car, Maya and Matt seated in the front, murmuring to each other as you violently shook in the backseat, your consciousness fading as your body became less connected to you.

You weren’t sure where you were going, where drug addicts thought it was a good idea to take a person fucked up out of their minds, you hoped it wasn’t back to your mothers, or rehab, you seriously doubted the latter considering that two addicts themselves were more likely to take you to a fucking graveyard instead of rehab.

You knew neither of them were talking to you, just talking between the two of them, you hoped they were getting you some kind of help, that the two of them would stick by you and find you some help, Maya loved you, Maya was the only person who cared, she would get you help, she would stop this feeling, she would fix it.

You couldn’t see, you couldn’t control your body, you couldn’t feel any sensations across your skin beside the burning created by the lack of oxygen being circulated throughout you. It was like the drugs were slowly infiltrating every part of you, that the veins which mapped out your body underneath your skin were being pumped full of the toxic substance that you’d been so desperate to fill yourself with.

It must have been a bad reaction, or something you’d taken was laced, probably with fentanyl or something that was mixing badly, fentanyl was renowned for being one of the worst things to combine with meth, opioids and stimulants were bad together, it was probably the two forms mixing together inside of you, creating a horrible chemical concoction of reactions inside of you.

You couldn’t keep yourself awake for most of the car ride, there were patches of consciousness, patches where your eyes would open just for them to close once again.

You were awake when the car stopped, not awake enough to catch a glimpse of where you’d stopped at but awake enough to hear the car engine turn still on. The passenger door opened, then footsteps, then the backseat door beside you opened.

Maya picked you up, or at least that’s who you thought had your arms around you, your eyes were forced shut so you didn’t have any confirmation.

A few steps were taken, fast ones, and then she was squatting like she intended to put you down, and then she did.

You didn’t know how or why or where, you just knew that it was cold, there was rain drizzling down on your face, your body was shaking more than ever and you could hear the footsteps getting further and further away from you, then the sound of a car door being opened and shut and the car pulling away.

You were in agony, there was no other way to put it.

You’d been abandoned before, it was nothing new for you, it only reinforced the idea that you were simply incapable of keeping people in your life, nobody wanted you long term, you weren’t made for long term love, you were like a toy to a child. Fun and entertaining for a short amount of time, before you were forgotten and then eventually, thrown away.

You passed out before you could think more about the toy comparison, cold, alone and forgotten.

[lucycore]

Chucky x reader [Maybe I was wrong...]

I'm going freestyle for that one..Probably no smut and no trigger warnings.

Also I'm writing for the human form of Chucky so Charles lee ray and cuz I love vintage it will be around December 1988.

(Fem!reader)

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You were one of Tiffs sisters. The edgy middle child rocker. U were in a crappie band that didn't have enough money to do shit. Annoyed with your life u also were annoyed by Tiff and her fucking personality.

You thought of her as a dumb teenager. What adult ass woman truly believes that a fucked up psycho is going to love her? Psychos have no feelings for anyone, they're just using you for their sake and dumb bitches like your sister fall for it.

God her stupidity made you mad.

After rehearsal with your shitty ass band that took 1000 tries to remember one riff, you had to go for a cigarette.

"God annoying fuckssss!" You thought.

It was already 11pm. It was already super dark and a little windy which you LOVED.

You only had black leather pants and a Black sabbath tank top on but your synthetic leather jacket kept you warm.

You walked over to your favorite place to chill which was on the roof of the rehearsal building. From up there you had the perfect view over the city.

You lit your cigarette and let the wind blow through your hair while your eyes were closed. You really needed that silence after the loud rehearsal.

"Fuck what is it this time? Can't the world just shut up for a second?!" You thought in your mind and opened your eyes to some loud noises from under you.

You saw charles and his companion making some mayhem. You rolled your eyes and continued smoking your cigarette.

After a while you heard some noises on the building. As if someone is trying to climb up on the roof.

You didn't bother to check what it was so you just let fate do it's thing. Your layed your head back and shook your head a little.

"It's bad time for little girls like you." You heard charles say and rolled your now open eyes.

"Fuck off." You said and threw your cigarette away.

He sat next to you.

"Rehearsal didn't do according to plan?"

"Since when do you care about it?" You replied annoyed.

He smiled a little.

"Just asked. No need to get pissed at me."

You turned your head away. You didn't like him. He was a psycho and sick and just cared for himself. You couldn't understand what your sis saw in him but that's her nature. You stroke with your hand over your arm.

"So why did you decide to come up here?"

"I saw you here alone, how could I miss such an opportunity."

You turned your head to him in disbelief.

"Just kidding, don't get fucking mad woman."

You smirked annoyed. "He is a maniac.." You thought.

"So?" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and came closer looking at you.

He continued speaking: "The night is so romantic, yet so dangerous...Isn't it right y/n?"

"What do you mean ?" You looked into his eyes.

He had something charming in him but you just didn't want to admit it. You didn't want to be like your sister. The thought disgusted you but for some reason Charles was growing on you.

"Simply that little ladies need to be more careful or need someone to protect them."

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks but I can protect myself." You stood up and were about to leave but Charles stopped you, holding your waist.

You looked up into his eyes almost in disbelief cuz why tf is he touching you?

"Excuse u?" You said almost pissed.

"I see big potential to kill in you. You're rebellious which I like." He smirked

It didn't surprise or disturb you to hear your potential and being sick in the head yourself you kinda liked it. You took it as an compliment and blushed while smiling and leading your eyes down.

"So? Next monday at night? Slashing date?"

"And what about my sister?"

"Fuck her! You're better anyway." Charles said and left.

—

The night in front of the toy store were charles was killed, was the night u guys had that "date" later u used the voodoo spell to turn him into a doll.

[scekrex]

I swear, you can't get rid of me, dude.

Another prompt ✨ Adam and reader playing a "What do you meme" game but it's DIY with instead of actual meme pictures, it's reaction pics of either of them, some of Lute, Sera, Emily and other angels (But mostly them). The reader pulls out a card he made specifically for this occasion that read "When you're playing a game with your partner, but suddenly someone interrupts it to propose" Adam being the dumb bitch that he is doesn't realise anything and searches for an ideal card, the card probably being:

When he finally goes to put the card into the table, he sees the reader on his knee with a nice velvet box, a shiny golden band with a sapphire in the middle and Adam just disconnects from the server, blue screen, the equivalence of this gif:

You say that like I want to get rid of you, nah bitch ur stuck with me now. Also: another crack fic whoop whoop (even tho the ending turned out super soft n cute imo) also Adam's basically me. You have to say that shit straight up to my face otherwise I'll think ur joking lol

I'm liking it better with you

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, yet another crack fic

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

If someone would've told you that you'd spend your afterlife with the Adam, you would've called them insane, yet there you were.

Adam was sitting on the couch across from you while you had made yourself comfy on the armchair, between the both of you was a small coffee table and on that table was a card.

‘When you realize the song you always skip is actually fire.'

You giggled to yourself as you played a picture of Lute. Her face was scrunched up and the expression on it basically screamed ‘I was wrong but won't admit it'.

That picture was from when Lute had lost a bet against Adam that had involved you and him hooking up - it was from before the two of you had started dating and was old as fuck but that didn't make the picture less funny.

Adam grinned as you played the card, then he raised an eyebrow, “That’s the best you have to offer, babes?” You simply shrugged, “What, you think I'd play shitty on purpose? C’mon you know me well enough to know that I won't settle with anything less than the closest thing to perfect.” Adam was too focused on the game to understand the hint and to be honest you couldn't really blame him, so you continued the game without another word about it.

You picked the next caption card.

‘When you're cutting wrapping paper and the scissors start to glide.’

Adam was quick to slam a matching picture card on the table, it was a picture of him putting his index fingers together - he accidentally formed an A with his hands - his facial expression was giving praying vibes with his closed eyes and the slightly up tilted chin.

You remembered the day that picture was taken on so clearly, Adam had been in an argument with Lute, she wanted something from Sera and had asked Adam to pull some strings and Adam being the idiot he was had taken on the position shown on the picture right before he snapped at her, “Do I look like motherfucking God? Go talk to Sera yourself, bitch.”

“Fuck that's good,” you admitted quietly, unfortunately Adam had heard you, ��Duh, I'm fucking Adam, of course I'm good at this game it features my fucking face and my face is fucking perfect.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the brunette who seemed quite proud of himself, “Yeah whatever Dickmaster, gimme another caption card.”

And so Adam did.

‘When your shampoo says ‘Damage Control’ but deep down you're still broken.’

“Getting personal now, are we?” you teased the taller man who shot you a playful smirk. He leaned against the backrest of the couch and put his arms up to rest on top of it, “Your words babes, not mine.” Oh that motherfucker, how you loved him.

You confidently played a picture card of yourself that time, it showed you passive aggressively slurping a milkshake that Adam had bought you only moments after someone's brat had knocked your ice cream cone onto the ground - ah good old times.

You vividly remember how pissed you had been, fuck, you remember how Adam had yelled at that kid to watch where the fuck she was going and then he had started to pick a fight with the mom and all that just because of some fucking ice cream. In the end Adam had managed to lighten up your mood by buying you that milkshake you were drinking in the picture you had just played. Adam had taken that picture to point out how cute your grumpy face looked, at the time you were not having it but looking back at it he kinda had a point.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing your munched up angry little face,” he chuckled as he looked at the picture of you. You stayed silent and played the next caption card, your hands were slightly shaking and by the love of God you hoped Adam was too distracted to notice. And luckily he actually was.

“The fuck is that?” he exclaimed confused as he read the card over and over again, then he looked up at you, “The fuck does ‘When you’re playing a game with your partner, but suddenly someone interrupts it to propose’ even mean?” You shrugged and Adam went through all of his picture cards twice.

And while Adam had been busy picking a card to play, you had gotten out of your seat and were now down on one knee beside him. In your hands there was a little box that was covered in purple velvet and contained a shiny golden band and the most beautiful looking sapphire was gleaming at Adam. It had been hard to find a band made out of pure gold instead of the thing just being gold plated, but in the end you had found the perfect one.

Finally Adam looked up from the cards he was holding and slammed one onto the table, “Try to beat that, bitch.”

On the picture he was frowning, his mask covered his face so the frown was all LED mask but it showed his emotions pretty well, one of his hands was raised as if he were to make a point about something.

At first the brunette blinked confused at the empty chair across from him, then his eyes caught yours and the cocky grin that had sat on his lips so perfectly fell, it left an expression you weren't able to read. “Adam,” you spoke softly, slightly irritated by his reaction but still confident, “I’ve known you ever since I got here and while I'm aware that we spent little time together compared to how long you've been up here,” you continued and you really couldn't help but smile.

Adam on the other hand was completely silent, his expression was blank, there was no emotion on his face at all and it made you worry that this might've been too soon. But you simply inhaled deeply and spoke up again, “And I know that our future together will be even longer, it's not really eternity's thing to have an end after all, but-” you swallowed hard. Why wasn't he reacting, why wasn't he telling you to either quit it or hurry up like he usually did when you took too long?

You swallowed whatever negative feelings were bubbling up your throat and went on to confess, “But that's what I want, Adam. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side. I don't want to imagine life up here without you as my partner and I-” Adam made you interrupt yourself as he cupped your cheeks softly, his thumb carefully brushing over your bottom lip, “Keep going babes, I wanna hear what else you have to say.” You gave him a small nod, it took a moment for you to find your voice again but once you did, you finished your little speech, “I not only want you by my side as my boyfriend, but as my husband. So will you take this ring and marry me?”

Adam dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands were still cupping your face ever so softly as his lips met yours. The kiss was warm and soft, slow and almost lazy and Adam wasn't going to pick up the pace, not for that kiss at least. He wanted you to drown in the feeling of his kiss, he wanted you to drown in his love for you and equally he wanted to drown in your love for him. “Yes you little shithead,” the first man whispered against your lips followed by giving them a quick peck, “I’ll marry you.”

-

also here r the pics they used as cards in order:

1)

2)

3) this is the one that inspired the reader picture card

4)

[ask-olive-huchers]

~“Blood, sweat, and fear.”~

(( a Ramshackle OC story!))

Warning: this story covers some dark and possibly triggering topics

note: this takes place after Bailey gifts upon a Pocket knife for Olive.

Olive thanks Bailey for the Pocket knife, embarrassingly messing up and almost calling him big brother. They were sure he wouldn’t have minded it, anyway. But they were scared to admit it. They wander off, imagining the possibilities with this small but powerful weapon. They flick open the blade, once again looking at their reflection. They smile sinisterly, Letting a small chuckle slip out.

Olive retracts the blade to its original form, tucking it back into their pockets. They found themself strolling around the hidden parts of Ramshackle. Ok, hidden is a bit of an overstatement. It was more of the under-appreciated areas.

_________________________________________

After a while, they walk down a dim Street. A single Street light that flickered constantly. Olive shivers a bit from the unresponsive buildings. They had forgotten how creepy it was at night around here.

Within a sudden turn of events, Olive stops and looks up. They stare the some-what nice mansion. A bit too flashy, if you ask them. I mean- what’s the point of having a giant row of stairs just to enter the front door? Pathetic, really.

They turn to the side of the house, quickly and quietly dashing to the gate on the side.

They climb on the gate, struggling not to tumble backwards. Olive grabs the nearest window, slowly opening it. They made as little noise as they could, trying not to awaken the bastards inside.

After clumsily stumbling onto the hard wood floor, they found themselves in the hallway.

their hallway.

’where the hell is that bitch’s room?’

They start quietly opening the doors. There had to be at least 9 doors on the upper floor of their this house. After opening like, 7 of them- they finally find the room.

A women lied asleep, nested comfortably in the soft mattress. But that was the only thing nested on the bed. 3 empty bottles of what seems to be different varieties of liquor. As they approached closer, they saw the black streaks of shitty mascara making it way down her cheeks. But dried too quickly to finish the race, they assumed.

Olive gently grabbed the women’s face, rotating it to face them.

the woman begins to wake up, her eyes fluttering. She looked at this mysterious figure upon her, squinting a bit.

“Calvin..?” She whispered, sitting up within a couple minutes. Clearly, she was extremely drunk and very hung-over. The woman hugs the figure she claimed to be “Calvin”

she hugged the somewhat disordered figure, crying a bit more. She had thought..she’d thought he was dead.

She shook, but. Something felt..off. She wasn’t sure what it was, until they spoke.

“I’d say that im sorry, but..that wouldn’t be entirely true.”

The women was stunned to hear a voice that wasn’t her beloved. It wasn’t..was it?

“Oliv-“

Splat.

…

There was a thud. A loud one, too. The hardwood was being flooded in pools of red liquid. It spread everywhere. Her Pearl white nightgown was now an ugly red. Then, another splat is heard. Followed by another, and another, and another. Blood was practically gushing from her entire body.

Olive did a final stomp on their mothers head, causing it to bleed a bit more. They wipe the blood off their face, Once again putting their weapon away. I guess it was a murder weapon now, huh? Oh how the tables have turned..

Oh how the tables have turned..indeed.

the door to the bedroom creaks, letting a small bit of light to squeeze in. There’s a tiny bit of breathing to go with it. Olive was facing the opposite direction, but they knew damn well who it was.

Which is the whole reason they did this whole mess.

“Mama? Are you awake, too?”

A small voice called out, making its way inside the room. Adi walked over to what remained of her mother, kneeling down to look at her. Olive moved, wanting to watch this flame burn. Like a fire in the forest, it escalated quickly.

“Mom? Are you awake?” She repeated, staring at her mothers lifeless eyes. Something felt warm. And a bit..wet? She removed one of her hands, to see that-..

..it was drenched in blood.

Her whole body tensed up, as she shook uncontrollably. She somehow managed to dropper her mothers head, despite being frozen in terror. Her eyes swelled with tears, and with every blink started a new race of Which would fall first. She didn’t know what to do. She was only 9 years old, after all. This would cause a LOT of emotional trauma in the future..

Olive stood over and watched with a sinister grin. Gathering up some uncalled for and twisted things to say.

“Must hurt, hm?”

They say, leaning on a near-by wall.

“Seeing The people you look up to, just..bail. After all you’ve done to prove your worth something.”

They slowly walk back over to their little sister, lowering down to her level.

They watch in satisfaction as her tears continuously gushed from her eyes. They could see the complete and utter horror darting around on her face.

“but, hey. You haven’t lost everything.”

They close in, moving a strand of her hair so they could get the message across clearly.

“there’s always the orphanage~”

With a devilish smile, Olive stood up. They yoinked the knife out of their pocket and slid it towards the door. They slip out the window, as a final scream of terror is heard.

As much as that knife worked, it wasn’t really what they were looking for. No, no, no. They wanted something more..

destructive.

((ANDDDD HERES SOME TAGS TO TRAUMATIZE YOU GUYS AS WELL<333))

@ask-sora-aguilar @baileythebean @thesmokerblogs @rebootgrimm @thesilliestofallqueers

@vv4loe @ask-jasper-cameron @sunshineoframshackle

YAAAAYYY…

[sparklywombatwolfcalzone]

Just because lili calls him a Narcissist doesn't actually make him one. Cole admitted to making mistakes. He admitted he wasn't always emotionally available, he wasn't the greatest partner and he had traumas and it's only common sense that your trauma can 100% negatively impact your relationships and friendships. You can be a shitty partner without being a Narcissist. Cole clearly said he wasn't emotionally available and that he had traumas so clearly he was also not the best bf.

lili is calling him a Narcissist because this word is so easily used as an insult instead of a mental illness. Mental illnesses cannot be used as an insult. Diagnosticians only qualify someone as a Narcissist when there is a very specific pattern of behaviour and responses that are repeated with different people in various settings. Having fucked up multiple times in multiple relationships doesn't mean you're a Narcissist but that you had your own traumas. I have heard stories of people with childhood trauma and mental health issues having very toxic relationships and not understanding what healthy relationships look like, it takes time and courage to go to therapy and be consistent to finally move onto healthy relationships. I'm not choosing sides, I'm pretty sure lili had her own flaws that she clearly needs to work on and stop acting like she was perfect in the relationship.

I'm also not trying JUSTIFY him not being a good bf but saying that people need to stop hating and choosing sides as if they have never fucked up in relationships.

Also cole has ADHD and here are some fun facts about ADHD :

On top of this he has a trauma.

Completely agree. It is very evident that Cole has his own traumas and mental problems, a childhood like his, his drug-addicted mother, the removal of her custody by the authorities, his fame at a young age. Add to that his ADHD and his obvious sensitivity.

The stuff with his mother is especially serious because it must have affected his ability to form relationships. One of the accusations that Cole receives is the similar failure in two relationships, when it is evident, he says it himself, that he repeated the same pattern of behavior, and he does not say it, but he also repeated the same type of girl, apparently artistic. and sensitive, irresponsible and neurotic, perhaps seeking a replica of her mother and saving her from herself.

It is also true that a certain impulsiveness in him is probably the result of his diagnosed ADHD, and it is clear that many things that have happened to him have hurt him a lot and it is only after processing it that he is able to recognize it clearly.

From what he has said and it appears, he has done a good job of therapy, getting over his trauma and moving on.

That's why all the veiled accusations of Lili and her surroundings bother me, using the fashionable accusation, because it's being a non-subtle form of revenge. And revenge is always a mean attitude. Lili has her own therapy work to do, which she clearly hasn't done. I am not so clear where her traumas come from or if her mental imbalance is innate, but it is clear that she has to find that balance with professional help.

It came as a surprise to me when searching for information about narcissism, or narcissistic behaviors, I found a video that explained the behavior of a narcissist when he/she was abandoned, and it really coincided 100% with Lili's behavior since her breakup with Cole. I can't say that Lili is narcissistic, I don't know, but her behavior during her breakup has been, and three years later it's really incredible that she continues to drop those veiled accusations against Cole.

I know that his self-justification is the famous podcasts, but the truth is that in them, Cole is tremendously self-aware, he assumes a lot of responsibility, what's more, he assumes most of the responsibility and only talks about incompatibility. He acknowledges that he was hurt and that he hurt her too, and that it was hard on both of them. Lili, instead of picking up that glove that could leave them both in a good place, without the need to pretend that they are friends, decides to shade Cole again, letting himself be seen with Cole's cosplay that made fun of him, following the other ex to allow speculation that they are going to attack him publicly (8 years after Cole and Bree's breakup, that clearly speaks of Bree being very unbalanced) and following pages of narcissism survivors.

And since Lili's fandom enjoys these shaders and takes every opportunity to attack Cole, I do side with him. I hope he continues to do the work himself and achieve stability and emotional maturity with Ari or alone.

I only hope that Lili will ever reconsider, because in the meantime, the curious thing is that the most unhappy person will continue to be her, since it is very sad that her only satisfaction can come from ending up with another person.

About the Lili´s fandom who enjoy that revenge, I only recommend them that read or watch the Chase.

[goddessofeternity]

Chronicles of the Supernovas: Chosen

Chapter 16: Confrontations

Nim

The woman was dead set on holding a vigil for the people she could not bring back from the dead. Death gods were more uptight than the average god, and I could only suspect that she gave the God of Death something in return. As long as it didn’t impede our mission any further I didn’t really care. Although she was weak from the amount of power she had to use, she was intent on not slowing down for another moment longer. Frankly, it was one of the things I respected about her, although I suspected Callum wanted to drag out the vigil a bit, so she could take a break.

Stubborn woman.

Glancing over at Nerissa and Ka’seem they silently went through the town and carried the people who weren’t revived to our makeshift graves for them. The woman really ripped into them and it showed all over their slow and stiff movements. I would have my words for them later, because she had inflicted some fear into them and they gave her a wide berth of space. I smirked as she glared at them angrily as she buried the bodies. Callum was busy with the locals who looked equal parts scared and angry. Nerissa had briefly mentioned a woman who had surprised her with a godly weapon and injured her. I frowned as I looked at more people peeking at us from behind the buildings. If one had such a weapon, it wouldn't be strange for more people to have them. The female and Callum seemed to be more fruitful with their endeavors than the rest of us. We would have to deal with that when this clears up. So a trafficking ring, a star child, the Darkness and now we have beings with god killing weapons running around.

What the fuck is going on?

“Nim?”

I glanced at Nerissa as she fingered her ponytail nervously. I studied her face as she bit her lip and tugged the ends of her ruined skirt. I guess she could tell that I was pretty angry with her, and it was good that she did. Clearly we didn’t teach her enough in all these years, and once this was over I would be sure to drill some sense back into her. Smurfette could have Ka’seem, she would probably literally run him through. “Yes?”

“Callum says that we should start the service. The people are getting restless.” I glanced back at the populace and some were starting to argue with Ka’seem. Such a bold group of people. If it was any other God, they would be dead for even looking their way. I rolled my neck as I made my way over to the small service, the glares on my back meant little to me. The smurf gave me a quick glance and I made my way over to her. She was sitting suspended in the air, which told me that standing had been too much for her.

“What is it?”

“The mountains.”

“Hmm? Is that where the child is?”

“It…it should be…it would be lovely to know if it was a boy or girl…hell…even what they look like.”

“It is never easy.”

Her humorless chuckle was the only response I received as Callum started the service. Nerissa and Ka’seem already had their heads bowed as Callum began his prayer, and I closed my eye as he kept talking. It was silent for a time, save for Callum praying. The woman’s labored breathing made me open my eye to glance at her. I doubt anyone else heard it since she was holding back her struggle with everything else going on. She kept her head bowed and eyes closed throughout the service. I watched as sweat formed on her forehead. 

Stubborn.

“Celica…” She frowned at me but stopped when she saw my outstretched hand. Stepping back on the ground, she wordlessly took my hand and leaned her weight on me. Nothing really needed to be said as we watched the service and I poured what energy I could into her. She just needed enough to keep going and finish this. She would be taking a long rest after this mission was over, and I think I would as well. This was a fucking mess and no one wanted to admit it. I could blame it on the fact it had been some time since we had a mission together, but that was a shitty excuse. I frowned as some of the men marched over to the service.

“You and your people need to leave our home at once! You come here and you think that burying these people will absolve you! I can assure you that it will not!”

“I can assure you that we will leave at once…we only wish to give your people a good service. I know that our companions have-”

“Hey! We don’t care about your apologies! You and your people need to clear the fuck out now-”

“Is there a problem here?” I narrowed my eye as the men and Callum turned to look at me. I towered over them, and they all balked at me. Their entire mannerisms and tones changed as they backed away from me. Callum sighed, but I was not as friendly as he was, and they would accept this kindness from us whether they wanted it or not. 

“You people have done enough damage! You need to leave!”

“We…are going to bury these people and you are gonna back out of our way or I’ll bury you with them.”

“Nim!” I ignored Callum as the man looked at me in surprise.

“Do I make myself clear?” The man said nothing further, probably realizing it was a futile effort. Callum sighed more before he shot a quick glare at me. Shaking his head, he went back to finish the service. Nerissa and Ka’seem continued to keep their distance. I glanced down at the woman as she bit her nail in deep thought. She seemed a bit better, but she knew how to play a good poker face. She released my hand and went to join a frustrated looking Callum. I glared at the rest of the locals and they gave us a wide berth of space. I could only imagine how Lady Serafina would feel if she knew about this, and disappointing her would be a pain that I wouldn’t be able to bear. 

“Nim…” I looked to my left as Nerissa walked over to me. Callum was still doing his prayer and the woman had left my side to join him. I guess Nerissa saw her chance to speak with me again. “So I thought that-”

“You thought nothing, that is the problem Nerissa.”

“I-”

“You have a duty that you must uphold as a Supernova…this was not the time or place to be fucking the locals.” I crossed my arms as I continued to stare at the service. If I looked at her now, I would lose the last of my patience. She shuffled wordlessly at my side, probably trying to gather whatever words she thought would make this better. 

Nothing would make the death of an innocent better. 

“These people are dead because of your incessant need to sleep around. Families have been split apart unnecessarily because of you and Ka’seem. There is no amount of apologizes that can make this better for them Nerissa…” I exhaled deeply from my nose before I finally looked at her. She met my gaze easily, but I could see the tears springing to her eyes that she was forcing back. Her fists were shaking and despite my anger, I hated to feel so disappointed in her, but I was. She knew far better than this, and so did that damn Ka’seem. “These are your people Nerissa…this is not a good first impression…they might not like you coming back here after this.”

“...” Her fist relaxed, but the fear of my words crossed over her face. With a swipe of her hand, her tears disappeared. “I understand…I’ll continue to look over the service.”

“...” I furrowed my brow as I watched her walk away, her back straight and her usual strong resolve coursing over her once more. Ka’seem glanced my way, but I just shook my head and he continued with what he was doing. 

It took another hour, but we finished the service and I had to give Ka’seem some credit…he made the service beautiful with his use of his abilities. The thought that it was because of him and Nerissa still made it sour, but we just had to move past it. The woman needed the rest and it was not long before we made our way up to the mountains. The heat of Zhikar was starting to get irritating and I had already shed some of my layers off. The others weren’t doing any better as we continued our trek. Nerissa was lucky in that regard, having a resistance to heat didn’t seem to be a good blessing in my opinion, but now I could see it had its uses. 

The sun would not set for another few hours, and I could only hope that we’d actually make some progress this time. I could hear the sounds of ship engines and others landing, but it was still a bit far off. I would have actually preferred to come under the cover of night, but the woman was incessant on getting to them now. Glancing through the treetops, the barrier flickered and I walked forward faster. There was no telling when that thing would come down…I hated when she was right. 

“Hold on…” I looked back at Ka’seem as he scanned over the trees before his eyes narrowed on a distant tree. With the flick of a finger, a vine shot out and changed the direction of a camera. Hearing their cameras focus, I sent a minor jolt through the forest to disrupt them. At least one of us was paying attention, I was too focused on listening to the ships to even notice those cameras. I nodded at Ka’seem before we kept going. I could only hope that the others were paying as much attention as we should. 

“Do we need to discuss an approach to this?” This silence from everyone was starting to get to me, and that was saying a lot. 

“Well…I would say that we should split up to cover more ground…but it would be better to work as a unified front…” Callum appeared at my side and it was good to see that whatever was plaguing his mind had stopped for the time being. “We can clear out any adversaries quickly and then we can find the children.”

“I…agree…” The woman appeared on my right and I frowned at how pale her face was becoming. “We might have…the…the element of surprise now, but it will not last…forever…” My frown deepened as she looked up at the mountain with a frown. I opened my mouth, but she turned to glare at me before I could get the breath out. “We…are not stopping dog…shut the hell up….”

I held back my tongue as she floated past me and I rolled my eye instead. Truthfully, I should have dragged her ass back, but she would just fuss more. A few Onkai would not be a problem for any of us to deal with…unless anymore gods showed up…or…

“Nerissa.”

“Huh? Yes?” She quickly appeared in the woman’s place, her tone was enough to tell me she was eager to help with anything. 

“That Onkai…the one who attacked you with that weapon…did it seem like she was allied with anyone else?”

“No…she seemed to just be angry that I was here at all. I don’t know why, but she was definitely alone.”

“Alright…we can’t have anymore surprises.” The others answered back in agreement before the silence continued. The forests around the mountain were covered in cameras, and we needed to be quick before they realized that all of their cameras were on the fritz. The sounds of the ships were getting closer, but it was still far off. I would have brought up talking about a strategy, but a series of growls sounded in the brush around us. I was definitely not surprised to know that something would be out here to guard the ships. The Darkness probably had them ready in case they needed protection, but some simple beasts would never be enough. 

I willed my sword into my hand as deformed creatures of the Darkness finally showed their faces. I did not have the time to wonder why they looked as they did, because they were upon us in an instant. The quiet forest exploded with sound as the five of us fought back against the beasts. I found my gaze looking between my opponent and the woman. She was holding her own, but she was moving painfully slow. 

“Nim!”

“I know!” I turned as one lunged for my shoulder, and I hacked its head clean off before more seemed to spring from deeper in the woods. Peering into the thicket, I watched as more made their way towards us at an alarming rate. They were quick, despite the sounds of breaking bones and fevered breaths. These creatures were a joke compared to the usual ones that we would fight. Those beasts would have at least given us a challenge. 

With a charged step, I thrust my sword out and impaled several of them on my blade, before I slammed it into the ground, bolts of electricity rising from the ground. More of the creatures shrieked in pain, but more seemed to just come. Nerissa appeared at my side and with a nod, we both launched into our attack. 

Nerissa was as swift and precise as ever, just like I taught her. It was not so far-fetched to believe that her element was water. She was fluid and flexible with every strike of her ax, she was a splendid combatant. She never flinched as I swung my blade near her, confident in my own ability to not strike her. A giggle escaped her lips as her eyes blazed in excitement, blood was spilling everywhere and the smell they were emitting was burning my nose. The constant cracking of their movements matched every crack of lighting I inflicted on them with my sword. I cut another in half before it tried to to grab Nerissa by her hair, and she turned and vaulted over my shoulder and slammed her blade into another. 

Waves and waves of them were coming down the slope and it was making me more and more irritated. Ka’seem was helping the woman with a few creatures and Callum was collecting a large amount of bodies under his feet. I was about to join him, but a sharp pain in my shoulder stopped me. Before I could look at it, I was dragged away from the others. I cut the tendril that dragged me away and stood quickly to face my adversary. 

I narrowed my eye at the humanoid creature looking at me. Its head was tilted at a full 90 degree angle and its body was covered in dark scales. It was almost my height and its long talons reached the ground and clicked with an annoying metallic sound. Tendrils emerging from its back slapped the ground as it clicked at me. Its eyes were disturbingly calm and subdued, but the dark smile on its lips told me enough. The blood dripping from its rows of teeth also told me more than I wished to know. It would not matter, it would soon be deep in the bowels of hell. 

In unison, we both charged at each other and it swung its talons at me and I blocked them with my sword. I frowned as my blade did not break through its talons. I smirked as I pushed it back, it was not everyday that something could not easily be cut down from my blade. Its clicking noises were getting progressively louder as it charged back at me. I dodged its blows as I gripped my sword tight, preparing to swing back. I was surprised by its speed as it launched itself at me and kicked me square in the chest, driving me into the ground.

I held back my gasp of pain as I grabbed its ankle and slammed it into the ground beside me. It roared in pain and I raised my sword to hack off its head.

“Mama…” I paused mere inches from its neck. I…surely I didn’t hear what I think I did? My brows furrowed as it turned its head to look at me. Its eyes were frighteningly human and childlike, tears were even pricking the corners of its eyes. It whimpered as its eyes bore into my soul, childlike wails emerged from its maw. Children…I could not handle children…

I hesitated.

The Darkness made a foul beast indeed.

I blinked and it was suddenly upon me and I cursed to myself as it grabbed my face. My moment of hesitation led to it slamming me face first into the dirt, dragging me through the forest, before it flung me through several trees. I finally let out that gasp of pain and sprung back to my feet as it attacked me again. Its strikes were fiercer and more powerful now, and I could not get that image out of my head. The Darkness was making more and more hideous and monstrous creations, but this was by far the worst thing I had seen so far. To use the innocence of a child to make something like this was beyond anything I had seen, and I could not fathom why this was a necessary thing. 

Was this the reason it wanted the star child? To make a powerful creature to destroy everything?

I roared in anger as its tendrils struck out and me and I sliced them to pieces, but more just sprang from its back. This creature was a pain in the ass, and I had no doubts that I would be able to handle it, but that childish edge that it had…

With an inhuman shriek it charged at me once more and I matched its speed. We were a flurry of blows and the forest shook around us. I dug my feet into the dirt as I pushed it back and finally an opening had presented itself to me. The creature staggered over its feet and it flailed back, and I thrust my sword at its chest. 

“Help me…”

Its pained and terrified whisper shook me and I just barely moved my sword, just grazing its ribcage. It just had to have the fucking guise of a child. It was toying with me and it knew it, but I could not waste time on this damn thing. There were more important things to handle than this monstrosity, but perhaps…

I blinked as its talon was inches from my face, but I caught it and slammed my foot onto its chest, making it sink further into the ground. It roared and writhed under me, begging with the pained and anguished sounds of a child. I could not let anything get in the way of the star child, it would be disastrous…and Lady Serafina would be destroyed. 

I would never allow her to know sadness again. 

I channeled all of my energy into my body, the lightning crackling and snapping, damaging the forest around us. A heavy wind picked up as strom clouds brewed overhead. It was time to end this farce and move on. The creature looked at me with pure hatred and anger now, no longer was it trying to play with me, now it was just pissed. 

That would make this easy. 

With a simple flex of my arm, a torrent of lightning strikes rained down on the creature, the ground shaking and rumbling around me. The trees ripping from the ground, dead grass catching fire from the sparks, a large crater forming under my feet, slowing drawing us both down, as if it were quicksand. With a deep breath, the strikes stopped just as quickly as they came. I released the hand of the now charred monstrosity, and I sneered at it as it twitched in death, its tentrils weakly swaying before falling limp. 

Bowing my head, I said a quick prayer for it. It had once been something so innocent and good, the least I could do is pray its soul is at peace. 

“That is if Zeresu didn’t get her hands on it first…”

“Wow!”

I looked down at Nerissa as she just seemed to appear beside the creature, poking its remains with a finger. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough the others were done with what they were doing. I looked back at Nerissa as she played with one of the tendrils, and I snatched it away from her. 

“Hey! I at least wanted to take something back from this fight!”

“It was my fight in the first place, and besides…this creature was once a child. It needs to be treated better than some souvenirs, little one.”

“It…it was a kid?” Her face paled as she stood away from it. She almost heaved as she continued to look at it, but she quickly left my side. I placed the tendril back down before I rejoined the others. Callum and Ka’seem looked better than ever and didn’t have a single scratch on them. Bodies were piled up a few feet from them, and the smell of death was very heavy now that I caught my bearings. I glanced at the woman as she coughed and Nerissa gave her some water to drink. 

She still looked as if she could fall over and die at any second, but she was holding strong despite all of the fighting that just happened. 

Shame. 

“Don’t look so down…dog….” 

It was like she could read my fucking mind. 

Bitch.

“Come on…we have to move quickly…they will be on alert now after hearing all of that fighting.” Callum spoke quickly before I could retort. She was lucky…I would have thrown her into orbit and she wouldn’t have the strength to come back. Although, that barrier would probably stop her sudden departure. I’d pay money to see her get fried like a mosquito. Regardless, it was time to continue our trek. My display just now would probably have them scrambling, but it was not like they could make it very far. I could hear them in the distance, but it must have been obvious to them that they could do nothing. 

“Nim…” I glanced at Callum as he walked up to me, a deep frown of concern running across his face. “We have to talk about the other children…and Celica…”

“If the woman wants to carry on then that is her problem Callum…you know that neither one of us have ever been able to talk her out of anything.”

“She needs to rest…one of us should stay with her back here, while the rest of us go on…”

“So make the other two babysit then…they would be able to subdue her since she’s weak…”

“Nim…”

“I’m not doing it Callum…she is a Goddess…she is fully aware of the actions she has chosen. She made the decision to weaken herself. I won’t slow down for her, none of us should.”

“And if her weakened state gets her killed?”

“She-“

“Is a Goddess yes…but now we know there is a black market here and the denizens have access to god killing weapons.”

“….” I hated when he was right, especially when it came to matters like this. I was fully intent on letting the woman go through her pains and finish this mission. I glanced at her and she was lagging further and further behind.

Damn it.

I growled low in my throat as Callum smiled at me triumphantly, already knowing that he won this debate. I truly could not stand this group of imbeciles. 

I marched over to the woman, just as she tripped over a low branch, and I caught her wrist before she slammed against the ground.

“Oh!” She looked grateful until she saw that it was me and her face contorted into a frown. “You can let me go…”

“Hn.”

I watched as she straightened herself out and walked ahead of me more confidently. Callum watched on with a pleased grin, and I wanted to smack the hell out of him. I kept my eye on her as she started to stagger about. It was not long before her breath grew heavy once again, and I had finally had enough. 

“You know that you can rely on us…”

“….” A frown crossed her face as she considered my words. She watched Ka’seem and Nerissa as they conversed with Callum. I could already hear what she wanted to say before her mouth even opened. “How can I? How can I…possibly rely on them?”

“They did something stupid-“

“Stupid?!” Her hair raised in her outburst as the ground beneath her feet froze. “They…I…what would possess them to…do that…”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“So…so many I couldn’t…I hate failing the beings that we’re supposed to protect.” She rubbed her arms as a deep frown of sadness engulfed her. It was funny that she was the most empathetic of all of us. Sure, we all cared for the well being of the lives across the cosmos, but she didn’t know how to give up on anyone. I suppose that she was the best of us, which was also funny since Callum exists in the group. I never knew what to say when she was like this, so I just kept quiet and kept an eye on her as we kept up our climb. Callum glanced at us a few times, but other than that, it was quiet. 

After about 15 minutes, we finally were overlooking the group of our targets. Several ships were docked off deep in the woods, but my attention was solely focused on the group of children that were being moved towards a building past the ships. All different species of children were there as far as I could see. They had cut most of the forest away to make room for their ships and the building housing the children. I imagine that our main adversary was deep in the building somewhere. 

“Alright…Ka’seem is there any underground areas in the building we need to know of?”

“Let me see…” We waited as he crouched and held his hand against the grass, his brow furrowing in deep thought. “There is an underground area, but it only goes down one level. There are more children down there too.”

“Ok…we have to be mindful of the children. They are our first priority in this. If the leader decides to show themselves we ignore them. We are just here for the children and the star child.”

“We’re gonna have to deal with more creatures of the Darkness.” Ka’seem sighed as he looked over the hill once more. Sure enough, I could see those abominations prowling around the area. I wonder if those were also more children that were warped into such creatures. Hopefully they could be saved by the end of this, but that was asking too much. 

Our job was never that simple.

“Nerissa…you’re with me and Callum. Ka’seem you go with the smurf and make sure to keep an eye on her. I know we discussed not splitting up, but this might be the best option.”

I could feel her fuming to yell at me as the pair nodded in agreement. Once we went over our plan once more, we split up to execute it. Ka’seem and the woman were circling around the back to try and sneak into the building. Myself and the others would attack them outright, it would create the distraction they needed and draw those abominations towards us. The plan was to focus entirely on the children, but I was concerned about the leader. I had no information on this “Morlo” and I hated that. An unknown was always annoying to deal with. The Darkness could have given this man any kind of ability that could be a problem for us.

Sliding down the hill, we crouched into the bushes. Callum nodded before he disappeared into the brush to our right. Clapping my hands together and rubbing them, a lightning cloud started to form above us. Nerissa rolled her hands together and a steady rain started to fall. The children were upset about it, but the guards kept moving them along. With a faster combined pressure, the lightning began to hit the building as well as some of the ships. A panic quickly spread, and Nerissa rained down a torrent of water upon them.

The mixture caused many to stumble through the rain, most shielding their faces to try and see through it all and avoid the wrath of my lightning. With a shout, Nerissa charged out and began to tear the men down. Callum jumped from a high tree, slamming his foot into one’s face. I could hear the crunch of his bones breaking before Callum vaulted over his face to strike another. The children were frozen in fear which was good, they didn't need to be running off.

My strikes matched each lightning strike as I fought some of the creatures. They were grotesque and horrid, but I wouldn’t let them distract me from what I had to do. I winced as a claw sliced across my back. I turned and grabbed its jaw before it clamped on my shoulder. I tore its jaw back before I used the remaining pieces to slam into another one. I didn’t waste anymore time as I went to fight some other creatures. Nerissa and Callum didn’t waste much time and they engaged in their fights. I grunted as one was suddenly airborne and took me with it. 

I did not like being in the air! Damn, vertigo!

The fucking thing was stupid as hell to have me in the air in the middle of a lightning storm. So, I called down a quick strike and toasted the damn thing. Releasing me, I summoned my sword to my hand and with a downward strike, I slammed hard into the ground, causing it to rumble and shake. The lightning and rain washing over the place, sending several of their ships toppling over. 

“Careful Nim!” I grunted as I pulled my sword from the ground and shrugged at Callum, who just rolled his eyes at me. I leapt from the hole and joined his side as the creatures began to surround us, but a bloodthirsty Nerissa soon jumped over the horde and landed on my left. “So…how should we precede?”

“Nerissa…rally up the children.” Her frustrated groan made me smirk. “You can tear a few of them down for us on the way…”

“Excellent….” 

I blinked as a bullet grazed my cheek and I turned to glare at several men that had their guns and other weapons raised. Nerissa didn’t waste anymore time as she tore into the crowd, and Callum was not far behind her. The children were smart enough to hide in the forest away from the fight. Ka’seem and the woman should be making good progress on the children still inside the building. I was going to join the fray to wrap things up, but I paused as I felt a chill under my feet. 

Looking at the ground, a heavy layer of ice seemed to be coming up from the ground. It spread across the ground and the ground beneath our feet began to tremble and groan. What were the two of them doing down there? I had no real time to ponder on it, because even several layers above the surface, I could hear the woman shout.

“NO!”

And then the world exploded around us.

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"Here's to the Damned, to the Lost and Forgotten": "People Like Us" From Doom Patrol, S01xE08

When I had heard the news that confirmed Doom Patrol was cancelled and that the second half of its fourth season (coming out at some point later this year) would be the last hurrah, I got really sad. Shows get cancelled all the time and I don't normally get upset, but this was different. It's kinda like how Ron Swanson felt after he found out Lil Sebastian died. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. But Lil Sebastian was different. Lil Sebastian meant something to Ron in a way that no old bureaucrat ever could.

Let me just say it right now: Doom Patrol was the greatest superhero show I've ever seen, maybe the greatest superhero show I will ever see.

If you are completely unfamiliar with the show, I will give you a (spoiler free!) rundown of what the show is about. Doom Patrol follows the story of five characters: Larry Trainor/Negative Man, Cliff Steele/Robotman, "Crazy" Jane Morris, Victor Stone/Cyborg, and Rita Farr/Elasti-Woman (all pictured below).

Each of them have traumatic pasts and each were involved in accidents that gave them unique metahuman abilities but also left them all disabled and/or atypical in a very unique but true-to-life way. Cliff is a former race car driver who gets in a car accident but survives and lives on as a brain in a robot body (prosthetics). Rita Farr is an actress from the 1950s who is exposed to a strange toxin underwater during a film shoot that causes her to become a blob-like creature that sometimes loses control of her physical form (mobility). Jane has sixty-four distinct personalities, each with their own superpower (neurodivergent). Larry was an Air Force pilot who got horribly burned via exposure from radiation while testing an experimental space shuttle and eventually becomes tethered to an electrical spirit from another dimension (physical). Victor was involved in an explosion that blew off most of his body parts until his father uses experimental tech to turn him into a mix of half-man, half-machine (prosthetics). All of them (except Victor) are found and put in the care of Dr. Niles Caulder/"The Chief", a brilliant old scientist confined to a wheelchair. In short, this show follows a group of very broken people as they attempt to heal and deal with their respective traumas and try to come together as a superhero team. Even shorter, it's a show about atypical/disabled/neurodivergent characters who are seeking redemption and a chance to rebuild their lost lives with the shitty hands they've been dealt.

The show skips the whole "there is nothing wrong with us" conversation and gets right to the brass tax: There is something very wrong with each of them. The robotman can't feel anything except for emotions (read: mostly anger at being a brain trapped in a tin can), the actress has to deal with her face and limbs melting into a blob that can consume and crush people when under emotional duress, "Jane" is only one of sixty-four others that can come out to play whenever they choose, the former pilot will give everyone radiation poisoning if the bandages come off, and the cyborg has PTSD and some issues with a computer running his brain half the time. To the public at large, they're a bunch of walking freaks. To us, they are a rag tag bunch of misfits that represent and, in a way, stand up for the people who are atypical, the people who are different, and, most importantly, the people who have been brushed off and discarded by society.

A lot of their struggles involve dealing with a soulless government organization known as "The Bureau of Normalcy," which wants anybody who is even slightly abnormal removed from the world. I admit that the Bureau's role on the show and even the name is a little too on the nose, but it serves its purpose and sends the message the show wants to send loud and clear: Being different, whether you're born a certain way or have to endure a disease/issue that you didn't ask for, there is still beauty to be found and people who will love you regardless of what you look like, sound like, or have to endure in order to live your day to day life. Doom Patrol was a show that was on the side of the abnormal. It celebrated those that get stared at in public. It celebrated the people who are deemed weirdos and freaks because of their gender presentation or sexuality. It celebrated the people who manage to find hope in a world that would rather see them removed. There is a genuine and wonderfully human beauty to be found in this very weird show that contains robots, wizards, cults, a talking mouse and a cockroach who is a religious fanatic, carnivorous butts, sex ghosts, a man who is a triple combo of animal, vegetable, and mineral, a strange time lord that thinks humanity peaked on August 6th, 1980, and Alan Tudyk playing the snarkiest narrator/villain god I've ever seen in a television show. I will recommend this show until the day I die.

After the news hit, I began thinking about whether there's one single moment that will define the show for me, one moment that serves as the show's thesis statement. I ended up finding three scenes, but I'll write about one of them now and maybe save the other two for another time. Anyway, for me, if there's one scene that I think will define and illustrate what Doom Patrol wanted to do and who it wanted to celebrate, I think the scene posted at the top of this post is what it will be. I'll be getting into spoilers for the show from here so if you have any interest and it wasn't obvious already, I highly recommend watching the show. With that out of the way, I'd like to talk about Larry Trainor/Negative Man singing a Kelly Clarkson song with a drag queen in a cabaret that exists on a sentient, genderqueer street named Danny.

So, Season 1, Episode 8 is an episode called "Danny Patrol." Throughout the first season, we learn that Larry Trainor's (played by Matt Bomer) full backstory is this: he was a handsome ace pilot with the U.S. Air Force in the early 1960s living all the hallmarks of the American Dream. His only issue is that he's a gay man living a lie, being married to his wife, Sheryl, and being a father to their two kids, Gary and Paul. But unbeknownst to his family, Larry is having a love affair with John Bowers, one of his colleagues. After his accident leaves him a completely hideous looking radioactive man (similar in look to Deadpool), he spends decades conflicted about all the things he hid from. He regrets the secrets he hid from his family and the pain he caused them, he regrets not being fully emotionally open with John and pushing him away after the accident left him radioactive and ugly as all hell, and he regrets flying the experimental rocket plane that turned him into Negative Man. Of all the Doom Patrol members, Larry is the one who hides from the world the most, quite literally in the sense of him being bandaged from head to toe and still keeping his sexuality hidden from the world.

In "Danny Patrol," Larry and Victor Stone find themselves investigating Danny the Street, a sentient, genderqueer street that is being hunted by the Bureau of Normalcy. Larry and Victor agree to help, as Danny might have information on the whereabouts of their missing chief, Niles Caulder (who disappeared with the villainous Mr. Nobody earlier in the season.) While exploring Danny, Larry enters "Peeping Tom's Perpetual Cabaret," a building that hosts drag shows. The happiness found in this building fuels Danny and allows them to thrive. Prior to Larry and Victor entering Danny, we are introduced to the origin story of drag queen Maura Lee Karupt (played by Alan Mingo, Jr.) Maura Lee was originally Morris Walker, a bureau agent tasked with infiltrating Danny the Street and eliminating them. One visit to Peeping Tom's later and Morris (now Maura Lee) embraces who she feels she truly is and leaves the bureau behind in order to remain on Danny the Street.

In the Cabaret, Larry is asked by one of the drag queens to get up and sing for them. He responds, "I don't sing." Larry is told that in order for Danny to keep going, the party has to keep going. Larry agrees and approaches the stage. Danny (who can only "speak" through rearranging words on signs or flashing them on spotlights) gives Larry the encouraging message, "Don't Worry, Larry. I got you." Once on stage, Larry begins the opening to Kelly Clarkson's "People Like Us":

We come into this world unknown But know that we are not alone They try and knock us down But change is coming, it's our time now

In any other show, eye rolls and groans would start at the idea of a TV show stopping to deliver a seemingly random musical number. For Doom Patrol, a musical number is the least weird thing that occurs. By the time you've reached "Danny Patrol," the idea of an old gay man who walks around looking like the Invisible Man singing a Kelly Clarkson song isn't out of the realm of possibility. You don't even bother questioning how or why Larry even knows the song, he just does. Just roll with it.

If Larry Trainor had to sing a song, Clarkson's "People Like Us" is a perfect choice for him. From the opening lines quoted above right until the end, it's perfect.

Hey, everybody loses it Everybody wants to throw it all away sometimes And hey, yeah I know what you're going through Don't let it get the best of you, you'll make it out alive

The song is important to Larry's character and he's the Doom Patrol member best suited to deliver a message like this. He's the one member that doesn't really want to get involved in things at all and for the first few episodes struggles with even wanting to be alive. What's the point of living if you're stuck being a bandaged freak that can't really get close to anyone? What's the point of living if you have to hide who you really are? Which in Larry's case is being a gay man in a world that didn't accept him back when he was growing up in the fifties, and only marginally accepts him now. Being radioactive certainly doesn't help things. If any Doom Patrol member was going to tell you, "Don't let it get the best of you, you'll make it out alive," it would be the most convincing coming from Larry, a man who has been through absolute hell––he gets tortured and experimented on for years by the Bureau of Normalcy in the sixties––and is still alive to tell you about it.

Right before the chorus starts, Larry looks towards Maura Lee in the audience and invites her to join him on stage, which she does. The pre-chorus of the song is where the heart of the show really comes out. Larry and Maura Lee deliver these lines with gusto:

Oh, people like us we've gotta stick together Keep your head up, nothing lasts forever Here's to the damned to the lost and forgotten It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom

These lines are representative of whom and what Doom Patrol wanted to celebrate: the damned, the lost, and the forgotten. At it's core, Doom Patrol is a show about truly odd outcasts and misfits learning to realize that all they have are each other. If they don't look after each other, nobody will, because "normal people" don't give a shit about them. Though the show focuses on comic book characters with superpowers, the metaphor works for marginalized groups in the real world. For example, it's called the LGBTQ+ community for a reason. The people within that community have to look out for each one another, because there's no guarantee that anybody else will.

During the performance, Larry is temporarily shown as human again. No bandages, no goggles, no need to hide. It's the first time in the series that Larry looks genuinely happy gets to be who he is without any fear. The look on his face and the way he's beaming when he watches Maura Lee perform the second verse is pure bliss. It's a little cheesy and it's even a little hokey, but Bomer and Mingo, Jr. are so damn committed to bringing the song to life that you don't get anything but genuineness out of them. It's colorful and full of life and full of beauty. It's one of the show's most heartfelt scenes and one that I hope will define the show once its all fully said and done. The show uses the song as a message of defiance and perseverance in the face a world that casts out the weird, the odd, the different, the broken. Larry and Maura Lee sell it perfectly:

They can't do nothing to you, they can't do nothing to me This is the life that we choose, this is the life that we bleed So throw your fists in the air Come out, come out if you dare Tonight we're gonna change forever

We are what we choose to be and fuck anybody that tries to take that away. That's the message Larry and Maura Lee want to spread. "You won't break us, no matter how hard you try. There is beauty in being different and Doom Patrol argues that a better world is one where those that are different are just as loved and just as embraced as those that are "normal."

Beyond Larry and Maura Lee, even Cliff Steele/Robotman gets in on the fun a bit during the song. During the episode, Cliff and Rita travel to deal with one of Jane's more dangerous personalities, Karen, a woman who believes life is one big rom-com and is using hypnotism to keep a boyfriend submissive to her and her whims. During that trip, Cliff sees a little boy riding by slowly on a bicycle. The boy stares at him and Cliff thinks its because the boy is scared of him or thinks he's a freak. Later, while Larry and Maura Lee are performing their song, we cut back to the boy returning to Cliff, this time in a makeshift robot costume made out of cardboard, to show that he also wants to be a cool robot like him. Cliff is shown teaching the boy some cool robot dance moves. You can't help but have a big smile on your face during that.

The whole damn song is an optimistic showstopper, which is something that DC needed for a long time. In a modern era where Batman is too dark and gritty for his own good, Wonder Woman retired and walked away from mankind for one hundred years for some reason, and Superman kills people (fuck Zack Snyder, by the way), it's beautiful that there's a DC property like Doom Patrol provides a reminder that no matter how dark things get, we have to try and keep going. "You've just gotta turn it up loud when the flames get higher." The Doom Patrol are heroes not because they perform outstanding feats and save the day, but because they inspire people to keep going, even when the chips are down. Their continued presence in our world is proof enough that even those who are dealt the shittiest hands can find ways to keep going, even in the face of impossible odds. Even though the sequence ends with it being revealed that the song didn't happen and Larry repeats, "I don't sing," you're still happy that for just one single moment, Larry got to live out a fantasy. He got to be free. He got to be happy. And everybody deserves that. Even radioactive men who are covered head to toe in bandages.

Doom Patrol's greatest triumph will forever be that it gave a home to the bizarre and the weird, and celebrated them. It not only has a love for its strange cast of characters, but it embraces those characters, warts and all. Though they're all superpowered and clearly ripped out of the pages of an old comic book, there is something so wonderfully human about the Doom Patrol. They struggle just the same as any of us. They battle inner demons, sexuality, trauma, disability, and more, just the same as any of us. They don't win at the end of every episode, but they do make a little progress each time they grace our screens. They help each other, they love each other. They remind us that we're all we've got and we've got to take care of one another. Doom Patrol's thesis statement is that there is beauty to be found in the lost and the forgotten. The Doom Patrol is DC's best kept secret. They're out there and you can find them if you know where to look. If you seek out the strange and the bizarre, you'll eventually find them. The Doom Patrol, both in the show and in the comics, are weird and different and strange. They're a unique superhero team unlike any other. I will miss them when they disappear from television, but my life is better for knowing that they're out there, standing up for the broken and the different.

Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten.

Here's to the Doom Patrol. Thank you for what has been a truly unforgettable experience for me.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

Alright-- so no false apologies necessary, then. The desperation in the other's voice tugs at him uncomfortably, though. It's true that he hadn't made it easy for the other over the past decades, to be able to differentiate between what's real and not. Even if he had a 'tell' to share, some minor body language or trick to indicate if he was lying or not, he's not sure he'd tell Qingxuan, even now. They'll just have to trust him for the time being. "Would you have reacted better if I'd turned up as myself?" he points out. Showing up in Hua Cheng's form had been the simplest solution at the time to avoid any unnecessary dramatics. Looking back on it, it seems to have been a good call, based on Qingxuan's delayed reaction now when it's been years since then. "I didn't have a hand in the timing." If it wasn't for his debt to the other calamity and his unwavering demand to go help the crown prince, He Xuan wouldn't have gotten himself so deeply involved in that battle in the first place.

When Qingxuan's voice raises unnecessarily, he glances around the bar to make sure they haven't attracted too much attention. Do they really have to do this in public? He takes a moment to internally lament, before answering dryly, "Yes, alright? If I hate you again, I'll be sure to let you know right away." He exhales, immediately adding: "But I won't. It's impossibly difficult to hate you. Not for lack of trying on my part... though I did stop trying a long time ago." Admittedly, both the cold words and his exasperated tone might send mixed messages about what he actually feels, which is not a main goal in the middle of a conversation about honesty. There's only one thing he can think of that would spell out his position most obviously. He's been avoiding the topic, because it's embarrassingly close to the heart, so it's his turn to take drink of his alcohol, keeping his face neutral as he asks, "Do you have your Wind Master fan? The one I gave back to you." Telling her about his ashes would be the simplest way for Qingxuan to understand that his capacity for hating them is long gone, but then again-- admitting what he'd done is far beyond mortifying, too. So in the end he only adds, "I wouldn't have given it to you if I only hated you."

Her wanting to feel stable isn't crazy. He Xuan would tell him otherwise, if that was the case, but-- it's not insane to dream of a little stability despite their personality being anything but. A half-frown crosses his face when Qingxuan knocks back another shot; he doesn't know how to improve the situation, make them feel any better. Both of them might be shitty at communication, but this is another place where he fails, too-- he doesn't know how to make her happy. Usually, giving in to whatever they want to do is guaranteed to cheer him up, but that's impossible to do when Qingxuan isn't trying to wheedle him into doing anything for once. Now, he doesn't know where to begin. She catapults from worrying about her face to digging for his phone so fast that He Xuan barely has a chance to respond. "No, it's not bad." Yes, their face is a little blotchy, although somehow Qingxuan is still pretty, even looking like a mess. "...but I'm obligated to tell you that's not a good idea," he adds, slowly reaching out to take Qingxuan's phone from where it'd been sitting facedown on the counter, slipping it under the table instead. He's sure the other won't notice, and it's only until he's slightly less drunk. "Not that I wouldn't love to kill your brother again, by association. But if you want to avoid that, maybe sleep on it first, and don't do it by phone..." Since the Water Master would surely perish immediately if he heard anything even vaguely close to what Qingxuan just said. It had seemed very much like he'd only just recently gotten around to accepting that He Xuan and Qingxuan are on speaking terms, much less... well. If she really intends on telling him, it's a conversation that in order to avoid being disastrous will need a certain level of subtlety and finesse, qualities which the other very much lacks at this level of intoxication. Searching for something to divert them from their quest for the phone, he grasps at the one topic that had always been guaranteed to distract Qingxuan before: "I heard you can change forms again," he notes, a not-so-subtle change of subject. "I wouldn't mind changing forms with you some day. If you want. To make up for... making you upset." He's not entirely sure if his offer will be well-received when Qingxuan's in this kind of worked-up and frankly unpredictable emotional state, but at least he'd given it a shot.

"I don't want you to lie to me. Please don't lie to me again." Qingxuan answered easily, a hint of desperation in their tone. There had already been so much lying. "Though I don't have a way of stopping you. It's not like I know how to tell." There was some bitterness in their words, though it was directed mostly at herself, a lingering frustration in what felt like an utter failure, an inability to read He Xuan after all their years together. Would Qingxuan have had a shot if he knew there might be something more to look for, or would it have been a lost cause no matter what? They had to do better. They couldn't manage it if he had to constantly sit there questioning He Xuan's words, trying to pull out what was the real him versus what was a performance. In He Xuan's defense Qingxuan wasn't actually sure what exactly they wanted an apology for. She couldn't forgive him for killing her brother even if he offered. It was one of the few things she was certain they had to just mutually agree to move past, not rehash again and again. But the way he went about his revenge had still ended in the worst day of Qingxuan's life. It would make him feel more secure if the ghost felt at least a little bad about it. Or maybe an apology for not trying to talk about it with Qingxuan, would that be fair? He Xuan mentioned giving them chances, but it's not like any of those had been clear! He could have at least tried to communicate a little bit better before jumping into beheading. "That- that helps." She said honestly. It was the emotional hurt of it all that still lingered the worst, and he gripped tightly onto the idea that it hadn't all been intentional. Qingxuan groaned, pressing the palms of their hands into her eyes. She knew she was being difficult, she really did! That didn't make it easier to work themselves down from the mood. "But did you tell me it was you? I don't remember seeing you more than that one time, and even then you looked like Hua Cheng. We were in the middle of a fight, and I was still scared of you and didn't have time to think about it at all! Your timing is really bad, you know that?" Was this what they wanted? To get the chance to tell He Xuan off after he'd gotten his chances to speak his piece? If that was the case why wasn't it making her feel any better? It was a little bit of a relief, to see the drinks poured out in front of them, to have He Xuan listen to Qingxuan's request and fulfill it when it felt like something he could do. "But will you tell me if I'm reading something wrong?" Qingxuan asked, too loud for the bar they were currently in. "This time, if you hate me again will you tell me?"

"I don't want to fight." Qingxuan decided, tired, and a little sad, and really not wanting to cry in a bar. He would stand his ground when it mattered, but neither of them were happy. "I just want to feel stable. Isn't that crazy? Me, stable? The wind master wanting to be grounded? Though I guess that already happened." Qingxuan's said, a half laugh at their own slightly morbid joke. Qingxuan reached out, knocking back another shot. They had taken far too many tonight and could feel the warmth from the alcohol, the physical feeling a brief distraction from the onslaught of emotions they had been going through. "My face must look so blotchy. Is it bad?" She asked, patting at her cheeks as she looked at He Xuan with a small concerned frown. It lasted for just a moment before he sat up, coming to a conclusion in the wake of their recent demands of honesty. "I need to tell my brother I'm in love with you." The former wind master declared suddenly, immediately patting at their pockets to try and find her phone.

[klitzkun]

ONE OF THE BOYS | Klitz x Reader

Your crush on Klitz has never gotten in the way of one another’s affairs, that is until a very pivotal moment, The Prom.

All characters are 18 and plus

Word Count: 10,261

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Swearing, Sexual Content, You being slightly insecure, Major Angst, Klitz and You both having a shitty day (you both bitches fr. It’s ok tho, I love y’all), fluff at the end, AFAB reader

A.N: Not 100% accurate to the movie but follows plot pretty closely. I mostly wanted to make a fanfic that focuses(I didn’t focus on it a lot a lot tho) on the kinda weird dynamic with the porn stars being adults and the group barely being 18. No hate to the movie though, one of my favorites. Just thought “I’ve never seen one focus on it(if there is one, I’m sorry I didn’t see it!) so might as well make one haha”. Anyways, I posted this on my phone so my apologies if it’s a little wonky! I don’t have a laptop rn. I’ve also never published any of my fanfic’s on here before, be nice please. I hope you enjoy! :3

WESTPORT HIGH

“Dude c’mon! You know she’d give you some banging head if you just asked” The perv suggested; Eli: who never knows when to stop and has definitely tried to get in your pants a couple too many times.

“She’s not like that, she’s different” He ran his fingers through his hair anxiously; Matthew: the goody two-shoes, a little too good for your liking.

The tall one sat awkwardly as the two exchanged bicker, and you… you were definitely paying more attention to how his shaggy hair fell on his head perfectly than the fighters.

You laughed, “Awe see, the wedding is definitely still on” evoking a laugh from him; Timothy Klitz, your best friend and your crush since freshman year; having him choke on his drink.

“Guys, I love pussy too much,” Eli affirmed breaking an over-confident smile, causing eye rolls from the entire table. “Obviously it doesn’t love you, virgin” You bit back, Matthew and Klitz’s eyes widening as Eli scoffed, “I’m just too high on demand from all these ladies to choose just one”

“Yeah right, one hasn’t even chosen you” You stood up, “Anyways this lunch is shit, sonic?” All three voiced in agreement.

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SONIC

Everyone gathered in the ford’s bed enjoying their collective food. “Everyone has a date to the prom, right?”

The question settled before any gave an answer, starting with Klitz, “…No” causing heads to turn, in confusion.

“What about Ada and you?” Matthew questioned, You guys barely knew Ada but they seemed to get along. “Yeah I heard that the nerds are always the freakiest” Eli chimed in. ”ELI” Matthew and you scolded. Eli mockingly mouthing the scold, causing a smack to his arm. “Yeah, Xander and her banged in the band room, made up apparently” Klitz recalled.

“I told you nerds are f-“ “BROOKS” “Ok ok” Eli surrenders his fight, putting his hands up as if to support his claim.

“I really wasn’t into her anyways,” Klitz admits,you'd think it’d make you feel better but nope worse actually, not only would he have gone with someone he didn’t like but now he has no date. “How come?” Surely that isn’t too invasive, but as the silence is filled with wrappers you can tell it probably is. Looking down at your phone you see the time 12:45, time to get back.

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Your wine red dress stuck perfectly onto your form, your back only being covered by the tied strings left you feeling chilly, your elbow length black gloves definitely not giving any warmth. You wish Klitz was there complimenting you ”You look so pretty babe, I’m so lucky to have you” but at last, he only views you as one of the boys, definitely not a consideration. You threw your chunky black heels on and stepped outside, a limo surprising you, the years before you all would cramp up in whoever was driving’s car and be on your bumpy and scary but very merry way.

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WESTPORT HIGH

The plan is simple enough, distract the principale, sneak into the library, film the Sex Ed flim and get the fuck out but it could never be that easy, right? As you all walk to the hallway door, jocks stop you all, ganging up immediately. You sigh as Matthew speaks to them, words of “c’mon” and “I have a proposal for you” sparks their interest and they follow along with you all.

Walking through the hallway is quiet, boring enough for you to sneak a look at Klitz holding the arms with April, her blond locks falling down her shoulders beautifully, you can’t help but feel weird about it. You weren’t super keen on the entire plan from the start, but especially weren’t keen on Klitz having a porn star date dropped onto you in the limo. Danielle had offered to get someone for you when she saw your reaction to Klitz, but you declined.

You couldn’t even bag a guy your age, you’d rather not deal with one older. Your stomach churned with the thought of Klitz possibly going home with her tonight, your overwhelming thoughts were cut off by Matthew telling Klitz “Keep watch” and you to help with lighting.

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You checked lighting, watching Matthew explain the plan to the jocks, “You guys are gonna help demonstrate with them,ok?” they were scared shitless, which was a sight to see but you couldn’t even enjoy it with your heart turning every 5 seconds.

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Well that plan didn’t work, they finished almost immediately, Eli called break and you all huddled together, “Well I can’t do it, I’m producer” Eli pointed out, “I literally have a vagina” You joked. “I’ll do it,” Klitz said.

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After some preparation, Klitz was now sat next to April who was in a more revealing outfit. You stood by Eli as he looked through the camera, you were flaunting a supportive smile even though you felt like melting into the floor. “I know this isn’t professional but I think you’re really cute” April confessed, “I mean it, you’re really cute.” You forced that smile to stay as she ran her hand on his thigh or otherwise your feelings would definitely be exposed.

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The stars had one last thing to do and that was the final course you could say, the vaginal penetration. You could sit through every other thing, but this you knew wasn’t going to go well for you. “And now we will demonstrate how to properly penetrate the vagina!” Ferrari exclaimed, Klitz sat with a mesh mask on, making his identity unknown.

You played with your fingers to ease the anxiety you were feeling, Matthew stood by you, “You okay?” He whispered, “Yeah, isn’t this kinda weird though” you asked. He nodded before continuing to watch the show.

Klitz pulled off his robe exposing his “Penis and scrotum!”.

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You just saw Timothy fucking Klitz inside of a pornstar, you couldn’t move, for some reason didn’t leave before you knew the unthinkable was gonna happen. Your head ran with so many thoughts but the top one was you need to speak to your best friend.

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You pulled Klitz into the computer room, his soft expression being illuminated by the resting computers. “What is it?” He questioned, you could tell he was taking your troubled expression in, “I- well, I think this is all fucking weird” You sat down, “Is it me?” His voice is as soft as his features.

“What do you mean?” Shit, he’s clueless. “Yes but no'' you couldn’t bear to tell Klitz all of what you were feeling, the jealousy, concern, disgust, and you know…how you just saw your best friend’s first time inside some porn star, and not you.

“It’s weird seeing you, with her like I wouldn’t expect you to do that” The silence grew loud, you swore you could hear your own heart beat. “It must be weird seeing someone like that attracted to me” Like that? What does that me- “Klitz n-“ His voice silencing yours, “No I get it, I’m just the one no one thinks anyone could be attracted to” his hand reaching for the door.

“That’s not what I meant Klitz” you explain, “Jealous?” excuse me? All of the concern and hurt went to anger.

“You know what” you spat out, staring up at Klitz, his smirk still frozen on his face.“What?” he mocked, it growing ever so slightly, you couldn’t help but notice how his robe fell off his shoulders and the light made his sweat glisten on his collarbones.

“Fuck you Timothy and fuck this!” His mouth opened as if he wanted to speak but before he could, “Hey, we gotta get back to filming man” Matthew creeped his head into the room, eyeing you down concerned “You okay?” You ignored his question and sped out, barely getting out of the library before tears started dropping.

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You sat down on the steps, your vision foggy. You had liked Klitz all of these years but thought it wasn’t that bad, didn’t think it could cause an argument like this. A few students walked by you, eyeing you down as they stepped past. You probably just looked like another miserable student that got dumped for someone hotter and better. You leaned your head into your knees, letting all your emotions out.

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“Man, that wasn’t cool of you” Matthew confronted, even Eli didn’t have anything to say but “You gotta apologize, chicks dig that” Klitz took a deep breath in before opening the door and sitting down next to you, the two walked pass and mouthed, “Apologize” before getting in the limo. Mouthing “Just text” as they closed the doors, driving off.

“Hey” Klitz said softly, “I’m sorry” You savored the safety of your bent over position before sitting up and wiping your eyes. You couldn’t get yourself to look at him just yet so you opted for the moon. He continued, “I shouldn’t have been such a dick, It must’ve been really uncomfortable for you” You stayed silent ”And I-I don’t want you to think that I don’t care”

He shifted a little before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “I do, it was just, I banged a pornstar in front of my crush.” Crush? You finally moved your head to face him. His black tuxedo was a little baggy on him, and his hair was even more shaggy than before, his angled nose was pointed at the ground as he stared down. Now that you were looking at him, you couldn’t tell why you’d ever be mad at him.

All he ever did was make you happy, and laugh so hard you couldn’t breath, “I’m sorry too Klitzy” You could see a slight smile from him, “But I’m your crush?” You asked, you never thought he’d ever like you like that. He let out a small laugh, “Yeah dude, since we first met each other in freshman. Why do you think I got my corsage as your favorite color?”

You’d been so fueled by jealousy and anger you didn’t even notice it, “Oh my god, You didn’t”. “I did, here”. He pulled out another one ”Can I?” You let your arm out to him as he puts it on. You took a second to stare at it, “It’s beautiful” “Just like you” He said, gaining the biggest smile from you, you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“I love being best friends but let’s try being more” You suggested, now it was his turn to give a big smile “I’d love to.”

P.s: I hope you enjoyed! I never write fanfic to publish so that’s why it’s not as good as some others on here but netherless if you guys have an prompts you want written, I can definitely try my best to make them entertaining for you guys! ^~^

[skyfall8600]

Pretty Hero Pt. 2

Pair: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of past assault, smut 

Masterlist 

Part 1

Recovery was a slow and painful process for Eddie. The first thing to heal properly was his face, much to your enjoyment. Most of the bruising and swelling are almost fully gone. 

Between classes, you decided to skip a few periods to go visit him in the hospital. The first few days were the hardest, he could barely move and needed 24/7 care. 

“And then we wrap this one around his abdomen, like this.” The nurse said, giving you instructions on how to care for him. You sat there in silence, unsure why she was showing you this. Your eyes are glued to his body, toned and muscular even under all the bandages. “Mr. Munson, you are very lucky to have such a caring girlfriend.” 

Your eyes widened and you wanted to crawl into a hole. Nothing was official between the two of you yet, you hadn’t even kissed yet.... but you’ve practically seen him naked. 

“Oh she’s not my girlfriend yet,” he smiled looking at you, “I think she’ll be promoted to it soon though.”

You found that he always had a way with words. “Oh is that so?” You responded. 

He nodded, “You just can’t get enough of all this.” 

You laughed, thanking the nurse when she excused herself. “Haven’t even taken me on a proper date yet.” 

“Oh, you wound me. Here I was thinking that every time you visited was a date.” 

His smile was addictive, you loved looking at the soft lines that formed around his mouth and the ever-so-slight dimples that appeared. He slowly became your safe place; not wanting to go home and deal with your shitty father, you didn’t mind being stuck in an old hospital room with him. 

“Did he figure out it was you yet?” he questioned you, repositioning himself against his pillows. 

“Nope. Turns out a LOT of people have it out for Jason.” your smug persona flooded back into you. “I also may have started a rumor to help get him off my scent... not my proudest moment, but hey-”

He snorted, his dark brown eyes glistening at you. “Who’d you pin it on?” 

“Some jerk from the other public high school a town over. He was rather forceful with me a few weeks ago and thought it was time I repaid the favor.” 

Three days after his arrival, Eddie was discharged from the hospital. He had to stay on crutches for a few more weeks to help his broken leg. His uncle, Wayne, couldn’t get the time off work to take him home during the regular hospital hours, so you volunteered. Eddie was hesitant to begin with, he really liked you and he didn’t want you to see how he lived. 

“You really don’t have to.” He tried to argue. 

“Please, I brought you here. I stayed with you as you recovered. And you think taking you home pushing the line?” You laughed, helping him into your car. 

“No- I- I live in the trailer park and don’t want you to see that.” He admitted, refusing to meet your eyes. 

“And what, you think I live in some big fancy house with a white fence and a swing on the front porch? Eddie, I don’t care where you live. I’m actually not too far from the trailer park... it’s just me and my dad, and with how his drinking is going, I don’t think we’ll be able to keep our house much longer.” 

He looked at you, feeling as though he was seeing a completely different side to you. The both of you knew that sorry wouldn’t change anything, you’re both from shitty circumstances and doing the best you can. 

Outside of his trailer was a particular someone waiting for him. Your blood boiled instantly, grabbing the pocket knife from where it was secured at your ankles. 

“You had that the entire time?!” Eddie whispered. 

He was in no state to get out of the car and face his own battles. “Stay here okay? I’ll deal with him.”

“What? Y/n wait!” 

You moved quickly, “What do you want?” 

Your voice was different, meaner, and straight to the point. 

Jason only laughed, “He’s got you as his own personal bodyguard now? Didn’t peg you as that type of girl, Y/n. I heard the freak was coming home today, thought I should make sure he knows how to keep his stupid mouth shut.” 

He was leaning up against the front door of Eddie’s trailer. “I think you’ve done enough Jason. Besides, it's daylight. You wouldn’t want anyone to see you being mean to an innocent girl, would you?” 

You had to be smart. Quick. 

He walked towards you slowly, you could hear movement as Eddie was struggling to get out of the car. “I’d be fucking careful if I were you. Wouldn’t want it to end up like freshman year all over again” 

Empty threats. That’s all they were. You had to remind yourself of that. 

“I’m not defenseless anymore you fucking prick.”

“I heard all about it though, how many there were.... how much of a beating you took purely because you didn’t put out. Dumb fucking mistake-”

He went to grab your wrist but you were quicker. Your foot made contact with his kneecap and you were sure you heard a snap, you maneuvered his arm to be restrained behind his back. Face slammed into the dirt. 

“If I hear you’re causing trouble for anyone, I’ll make sure your face matches the side of your car. Got it?” You whispered to him. 

He was fighting back tears, trying to not show that he was in pain. Refusing to respond, you grabbed his head lifting it off the ground before slamming it back down with full force. “Ah!” he screamed. 

“You ever try to touch me again and I’ll cut your goddam dick off. Regardless of how small it is.” You moved off him, watching him limp away to his car. “Fucking coward, always running away. Never fight your own battles huh?!” 

“You stupid bitch!” was the only thing he could respond with. His driving was sloppy, clearly having a dislocated knee wasn’t helping. Once he was out of sight, you returned your attention back to Eddie. 

He was stunned, looking at you. “I knew... I knew you helped me that night with him, but I was too far gone to see you do it. Jesus- That was- that was the best thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You helped him into his trailer, “This time was a little more bloody, I only knocked him to the ground and pulled my knife on him last time.” 

He was glad he was crouched over because of the crutches, his arousal out of sight from you. 

“I um... I heard him mention something about freshman year- you don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to... I just- never mind, it’s rude of me, I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said sternly. 

He nodded, “that’s fine. I... sorry.” 

He thought he ruined his chances with you now. You turned cold so quickly, the memory of that night burning into it. You refused to ever talk about, to ever recall what happened. The pain and disgust you feel even considering what happened always made you nauseous. It wasn’t Eddie’s fault. You could tell he was just curious and worried about you. 

“Thank you again, for being my Hero.” He said, trying to get things back to normal between you. “Fucking badass.” 

You laughed softly, eyes watering. Maybe everything was starting to get too much to bare on your own. You never confided in someone. You never had anyone in your corner, checking on you and cheering you on. But, that’s what Eddie became. 

Without thinking, you hugged him. Baring your face into his chest, the tears came out slowly. He said nothing, holding you for as long as you needed. God, you couldn’t remember the last time someone hugged you. 

You pulled back, going to wipe your tears away but he bet you too hit. His hands were rough, the coldness of the rings made a chill run down you. 

“Although you’ve been my protector twice now, you don’t have to be strong all the time in front of me.” He whispered, kissing you against your forehead. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cry-”

He hushed you, “Nothing to apologize for, okay?” 

You nodded, bringing your eyes to meet his. There was something different about them this time. It was like you finally understood each other. There was love and care behind his gaze. 

He wanted to kiss you so badly, to make the bad memories fade away. But he didn’t want to push any boundaries between you. 

You wanted to kiss him too, and frankly... you didn’t care about anything else. You pulled his head closer to you and kissed him gently, feeling him melt into you the second your lips touched. 

With one hand supporting himself up on his crutches, his other hand made its way to cup the connection between your face and your neck. Your hands ran through his hair and you could feel his pulse against the veins in his neck. 

What started out as a slow kiss, escalated quickly to become more passionate and aggressive. Both of you need so much more. 

You found comfort in each other. A peace that neither of you had ever had. 

Your bodies pressed up against each other. He fought through the slight pain he was feeling, you were worth every second of it. You enjoyed feeling the effect you had on him, your own arousal heating up inside you. 

He whimpered, forcing himself to pull away. “We- we should stop.” 

He almost didn’t want to say it. You looked at him with confusion in your eyes, slightly hurt and embarrassed. Did he not want his? 

You put space between the two of you quickly, to which he realized how his words would have sounded to you. “No! I want to.  I really want to keep kissing you and make you feel good because you deserve the fucking world, I just- I want to be able to do that to my full ability and the moment... I’m too broken and bruised to treat you like how I want to.” 

That’s when you remembered the condition he was in, “Oh my god, did I hurt you!? Fuck Eddie I’m so sorry-” 

He clasped his hand on your mouth. “Totally fucking worth it. Do. Not. Apologize. For. That.” 

You couldn’t help but smile against his hand. “Okay.” 

With one final, softer, and quicker kiss between you. You fully relaxed in his embrace. 

In some way, he was your Hero just as much as you were his. 

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A/N: So many people requested a part 2 so here it is! 

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

This Game of Yours

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Jason was beautiful.

And somehow that scar that went from the right corner of his mouth up to his temple only made him that much more beautiful to Y/N.

Those blue eyes were the same color of water on a stormy day in the Irish sea. And somehow Y/N knew they held the same tempestuousness.

The white streak weaved with his jet black hair so naturally that Y/N would’ve believed he was born with it.

His shoulders were so broad, making his 6’3 height feel even more imposing. He had a presence. People noticed every time he walked into a room. It made Y/N wonder how he was ever able to sneak up on people as Red Hood.

He was wearing a black hoodie underneath his black moto jacket.

Y/N knew Jason didn’t give a shit about fashion. Yet he was well-dressed without any effort – more so than most of the models Y/N had shot throughout her career.

Not being able to control herself any longer, Y/N raised her camera and took a photo.

Jason stopped surveying their surroundings and his gaze snapped to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

But his growl didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Anyone who’s by me when I have a camera is at risk of getting their picture taken. No one is safe. Not even you,” she answered his question unapologetically.

Y/N was working on a personal passion project for her next show. Her collection would be about the poverty and crime of Gotham. Half of the photos would show the heaviest crime areas of the city. And the other half would expose the lifestyles of the wealthiest people in Gotham.

Why did so many suffer from the same system that helped the rich get even richer?

When Bruce found out Y/N was going to Crime Alley and the Bowery by herself, he was visibly upset.

But he realized that Y/N would do as she pleased, so his plan b was to give her protective detail.

However, Y/N didn’t know that Jason had volunteered, almost immediately.

Instead, all she heard was Jason grimly telling her, “You’re lucky you haven’t been fucking murdered yet.”

She had only responded with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m not your escort so you can take my picture. I’m here so you don’t get raped or murdered.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”

His only response was a glare.

Jason loved playing this game. The game of pretending to be irritated with her when actually he was absolutely infatuated with Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“The easiest way to stop getting your picture taken is to always be the one holding the camera,” Y/N added with a smirk and wink.

Jason didn’t answer, only thinking what a shame it was that no one got to photograph her.

Suddenly, the sunlight hit the top of his head perfectly, creating a halo around that thick and messy hair of his.

Y/N snapped another photo.

“Will you stop?” He warned.

It only succeeded in making her laugh.

And that just excited his heart even more.

“Jason, you were born to get your photo taken.” 

There was no joke underneath her words, only sincerity.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Jason had a hard time believing that. His skin was riddled with scars. And he was convinced that she’d be singing a different song if she saw his chest, with its thick autopsy scar amongst the so many others. The absolute last word he’d use to describe himself was beautiful. Strong and imposing? Yes. But never beautiful – or any other positive adjective, for that matter.

“I’m not kidding. If you ever want to stop the whole vigilante thing, you can easily become a model.”

Y/N had noticed it as soon as Jason took of his helmet that night. His domino mask had done nothing to prevent her from noting the obvious.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to realize Jason wasn’t like his “brothers.”

“Brothers.” What a strange word.

Should she consider all of them as hers?

Only Damian was actually related to her – and technically he was only her half-brother.

Y/N had watched Jason get on his motorcycle and leave the cave that night she’d almost died.

She’d agreed to stay for dinner and get to know everyone. And a part of her brain was excited to get a better read on the masked man that sat by her bedside as she’d recovered.

“He’s not staying?” Y/N had asked Bruce as he guided her to the stairs that led back up to the manor.

He only shook his head, but she noticed the disappointed expression.

Soon she found out that Jason was the black sheep of this strange family that had taken her in.

Dick was the one who told her about Jason’s dark past. All of it seemed unbelievable: murdered by Joker and brought back to life from a mysterious pit. Only to return to the family who appeared to have replaced him and never sought vengeance on Jason’s behalf. 

But it was true; Y/N had seen no lie in Dick’s eyes when he filled her in.

Suddenly there was yelling coming from around the corner.

Without hesitation, Jason shoved Y/N behind him.

He reached for one of his guns and then realized that he didn’t have any.

Y/N was rather vocal about hating them, claiming they made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her expression alone as she said it was enough for Jason to swallow his stubbornness and leave the things at home.

Bruce was rather taken aback by the gesture. Nothing he’d ever said was enough to get Jason to do that.

A gang of young men came marching around the corner like they owned the place…because they did. This was their territory.

Jason immediately recognized them as some of the Russian mob.

Despite pulling Y/N behind him, they still caught sight of her and looked her up and down without an ounce of shame.

“Hey, beautiful. How you doing?”

“Продолжай идти, придурки,” Jason growled at them.

He was outnumbered. But there must’ve been something about his body language that made the gang realize they shouldn’t pick a fight with him. Maybe it was the muscles or his height or that he looked like he wouldn’t even blink before murdering them.

So they just…walked away. Some of them mumbled threats or insults at him. But they realized they shouldn’t even so much as look at Y/N.

A split second before they were gone, Y/N took a picture of Jason.

“Really?” He asked.

She shrugged. “You look like a different person when you’re protective.”

Y/N was beautiful.

Jason watched as she passionately explained her work to a potential buyer.

He recognized the man as a local politician – luckily, one of the few that hadn’t been corrupted from this shitty city.

Y/N had the intimidating energy of her father, but the kind eyes of her mother. At least, that was what Bruce had told everyone, and they all took his word for it.

She wore a stylish white jumpsuit that made her look like a 1980s villain and black stiletto heels. 

Jason watched as men cowered in her presence, hating the fact that she proudly stood taller than them. She was just one less woman they could intimidate or manipulate – and they couldn’t stand it.

But Jason loved watching the emasculation in real time.

The bastards didn’t deserve her anyway.

Dick was one of the very few men Jason knew who didn’t blink at a woman towering over him. In fact, his older brother had a track record of preferring it.

“Surprised to see you here,” Bruce said beside him, catching Jason watching Y/N.

“Well, I was her personal bodyguard through all this. Figured I should see if it was worth me wasting my time or not.” Then he tossed back his champagne and slammed it on the tray of a waiter passing by. “Plus, free alcohol.”

Bruce just quirked an eyebrow, silently telling Jason that he knew he was lying.

“Are you buying something?” Jason asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have been strictly forbidden,” Bruce sighed.

Jason chuckled.

He knew if Bruce had his way, he’d buy every single on of Y/N’s pieces.

“I have to know,” Bruce began. “What exactly is holding you back?”

Jason finally ripped his gaze away from Y/N to give Bruce a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You care about her.”

“All of us do,” Jason brushed off. “Even the demon spawn.”

Bruce knew there wasn’t a chance Jason would admit his feelings – especially to him.

“Not that I think you care…but you have my approval.”

Little did Bruce know, Jason did care.

Jason had convinced himself that their rocky relationship and past fights meant that Bruce would die before he let Jason be anywhere near his daughter.

And Jason could hardly blame him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved. He lost that right after he died and came back a monster. And that was the story Jason told himself over and over again.

So he would love Y/N from afar. And hope she would pick someone who was worthy of her love.

“She’s basically my sister,” Jason groaned in fake disgust.

It was quite the performance.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “We both know that isn’t what’s stopping you. And you’ve made it clear you don’t consider us your family.”

“Whatever, Bruce.”

Jason walked away, having enough of the subject.

“What was that about?” Clark asked as he joined Bruce’s side.

“Jason refusing to let himself be happy,” Bruce sighed.

Clark already knew what Bruce was talking about. He’d seen Y/N and Jason dancing around each other for months now. He’d never really seen Y/N take an interest in anyone before, so it was all new for Clark.

“Don’t worry. Y/N won’t let him get away with it for much longer,” Clark said through a smirk. “She gets what she wants.”

And Bruce believed him.

“It doesn’t bother you – the two of them together?” Clark asked with genuine curiosity.

“Jason reminds me every day that I’m not his father. And I’m hardly Y/N’s.” A soft smile formed on Bruce’s lips. “He’ll look after her. And she…I think she’d be good for him. I just want them to be happy. Both of them.”

——

Jason headed home rather early.

He’d never actually went to say congratulations or even hello to Y/N.

Every time he was about to go over, someone else stole her attention. He didn’t want to get in the way of her talking to potential buyers or even just friends.

Jason was just about to make himself something to eat when there was a knock at his door.

He froze.

Very few people knew where his apartment was.

Jason grabbed a gun and tiptoed to his front door.

With a peak through the peephole, he let out a irritated sigh.

Jason whipped the door open, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your head off.”

“Maybe don’t own guns and you wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that,” Y/N snapped back.

“What are you doing here?”

“You come to my gallery opening and don’t even say hi?” Y/N accused as she stepped around him and into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.

Jason eyed the paper bag that was in one of her hands.

“By all means, come on in,” he called sarcastically as he slammed the door behind her.

Y/N started searching through his cabinets. “Where are your glasses?”

“The one to your right. What are you doing here?”

Y/N had the brightest and almost mischievous smile as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the paper bag.

“I brought this as my thanks for you making sure I don’t – and I quote – ‘get raped and murdered.’”

Jason glared at her.

Here was the game again.

Y/N being charming and hilariously provoking..and Jason pretending like he hadn’t fallen for her.

She poured them both a glass. They weren’t flutes or coupes, but she couldn’t care less.

“We’re chugging these, by the way,” Y/N informed Jason as she handed him a glass.

He sighed, but obediently clinked his glass with hers and tossed it back.

Barely giving them a second, Y/N immediately refilled them.

“So, why didn’t you come over and say hi?” She repeated.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” Jason mumbled with a shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. “You’ve never bothered me before, Jason.”

Now he felt guilty.

Jason bowed his head. “I should’ve come and talked to you,” he agreed. “Your work…it looked – it’s amazing, Y/N. Congratulations.”

Apparently Y/N hadn’t expected such a sincere compliment from him, and she was stunned to silence.

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper once she’d recovered.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her edge. “And really…thank you for being my own little security detail.”

If Jason was healthy about expressing is thoughts and feelings, he would’ve told her that it was the highlight of his weeks. That he looked forward to her calls or texts, telling him that she was going to photograph another shady area. “Be there or don’t. I’m going no matter what,” she’d text him with her usual snark.

But Jason didn’t express his thoughts and feelings.

He kept them bottled up – with the same energy he used to keep Y/N at a distance.

So instead, Jason said, “If it wasn’t me, one of the others would’ve done it.”

Y/N winced slightly at that.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ Jason told himself.

“You know…we can see each other even you’re not my bodyguard.”

Jason was impressed by her boldness. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t good. He couldn’t play the loving boyfriend role. She belonged with someone like Dick or Clark – or literally anyone but him. And Jason was willing to be an asshole to make sure she understood that.

Y/N took a step closer to him, invading his personal space.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw back her second glass of champagne and then placed it on the nearest counter space.

She stepped even closer.

This was simultaneously Jason’s worst nightmare and most desired dream.

Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

But before she could make her final push, Jason took a step back and cleared his throat.

He looked down at the ground as he said, “You should go.”

When he looked up, he expected to find Y/N heartbroken or embarrassed.

But she was neither.

No. She looked irritated.

Not because she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but because she was sick of his games.

Y/N sighed and stepped back. “Fine.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration as she grabbed her purse and started for the door she had walked through only minutes ago.

She opened it and paused.

“You know what? No. Fuck that,” Y/N snapped before slamming the door closed.

She whipped around and strutted back to him with purpose.

Jason was suspended with both fervor and awe.

Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him down to her lips.

All self control went out the window. Jason couldn’t continue his game. It was all over for him.

He kissed her back almost immediately. How could he not?

Y/N bit his lip slightly, making him hiss in surprise. It was his punishment for making her wait all this time.

Eventually they needed a moment to breathe.

But Y/N didn’t let go of his face when their lips finally parted.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she breathed.

He swallowed nervously. “You’re kind of fucking terrifying. You know that?”

Her smile was pure evil.

Apparently this was the right response.

“Are you done being an idiot?” She asked.

He nodded quickly.

Her hands moved down and then lingered on his neck, tracing the bottom lines of his jaw.

She smiled again and then looked him up and down.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m just…I’m not used to being shorter than men.”

“Is that the only reason you like me? Huh? My height?” Jason goaded.

“Of course not,” Y/N scoffed. “It was the whole ‘I look like I could murder everyone and I can, but deep down I’m a big softie’ that did it for me.”

Jason’s grip tightened on her waist. “Oh, yeah? You’re one to talk…”

“Me?!” She yelped. “I couldn’t kill anyone, even if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe. But your terrifying in basically every other way.”

Y/N laughed at that.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound

“So…still want me to leave?” She asked.

And this time, she would if that’s really what he wanted.

“Fuck no,” Jason answered, almost threateningly.

Then, for good measure, he picked her up by the back of her thighs and carried her to the couch, before he started to kiss her once again.

Y/N knew things weren’t always going to be this simple.

Jason had his demons. 

And honestly, so did she. They were nothing like his. And maybe they were silly in comparison. But she wouldn’t be the perfect partner. Just like he wouldn’t be. 

They’d drive each other crazy. But it would be the good kind of crazy.

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+ Childhood

[bakugohoex]

“good girl, spread your legs more, you want me to make you feel good?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: aged up, nsfw (corruption kink, age gap, fingering, nipple play, biting and sucking, kissing, praise, virgin reader, unprotected consensual sex, office sex, finger sucking and jaw grabbing), talks about men being perverted as well

word count: 4,000+

information: corruption collab hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting​

a/n: had such fun writing this, hope you guys enjoy this and check out the collab to see the other fics

summary: in which bakugo has always been infatuated with the pure guise you put on, when you come to his office late at night, how can he not resist the temptation of ruining something so sweet?

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He hated it, hated how in a single look you could have him under a spell. You were supposed to be his sidekick, his little pure sidekick. But the way you sauntered throughout the office in the early morning of June made him think of you differently, think of how those pure eyes had something so much more to them. He watched how the tight leotard fitted just above your hips, he had often seen the other sidekicks stare at your body.

He knew you never meant any harm with your costume, it made it easier for you to use your quirk and stay regulated by the commission. The way the top of your collars were open showed a glimpse of your chest as the short sleeves made your arms almost glisten in the sunlight. Bakugo played with the pen in his hand as he watched you smile happily with some other much older sidekicks.

Ever since you arrived a couple months back, it seemed like every single member of Bakugo’s agency had fallen under your innocent guise. But how pure could one little girl be, hell you were only a couple years younger than the man, but the fresh face you brought to his agency was an unknown presence.

Sidekicks seemed to fan around you, love every part of you. You spoke with such purity, as if you’d never experienced anything adult ever. You chuckled at some idiot's joke as he continued to stare, leaning back in his chair as the vest top allowed his arms to breath. Bakugo hated the look of lust his sidekicks gave; you were supposed to be his little sidekick nobody else’s. What gave them the right to look at your vulnerable self and think they deserved to even talk to you?

He watched as you walked closer to his glass doors, you easily dismissed the men who surrounded you as soon as you knocked on his door. “Come in.” He muttered, dropping the pen as you gave a soft smile to the man.

“Good morning Sir, I collected your mail as I arrived.” He hadn’t noticed the envelopes in your hand, hearing the formalities that he hated as you stood at the door waiting to be told to sit down.

He put his hand out for the mail you so kindly collected from the side; it was never your job, but you seemed to always love helping the man. “Sit.”

You followed his order passing the mail as you sat straight, legs clenched together and hands sitting on your thighs. Such a pretty picture he knew how men would long to have a woman like you waiting for them like this. He shook his head skimming through the mail, some from other hero agencies, some other shit he didn’t care for. “Is this all, Sir.”

“I told you not to call me that.” He scowled sternly.

“Sorry Si…Bakugo.” You quickly stuttered on your words sitting firm as his gaze looked you up and down.

He chucked the mail to the side, leaning on his arms to get a closer look at you, “you can leave now.” The presence you brought about was sickly, he almost felt disgusted being around you, but it was something he craved to fix. He wanted to ruin that smile, ruin the makeup you wore, ruin your thighs and neck.

You quickly nodded your head before walking out of the door, but you stopped at his door frame, “Bakugo.” He looked up to meet your gaze again, “you’ll be coming to the dinner tonight.”

It wasn’t a question rather than a plea for him to attend, one of his sidekicks was having a birthday dinner and he had so kindly asked everybody to attend along with some of his own friends. Bakugo looked back down at the papers before meeting your eyes again, “some shitty extras birthday is the least of my problems.”

It was all you needed to hear for you to leave his office, he watched you walk away almost sad that the man wasn’t attending. It was your first time getting together with your colleagues and Bakugo wasn’t attending. You had heard about the rising pro hero when he had just freshly graduated UA and you were in middle school, ever since you’d become infatuated with the man.

He had a shitty personality from his teen years but as you watched him grow and heard the UA teachers speak highly about the famous graduating class who had fought villains since their first year. How could you not respect the man and now getting the opportunity to be around him, work alongside him made your heart beat harder.

The day went by without any more word from Bakugo, he went on patrol with some of the older sidekicks whilst you got stuck with other fresh recruits on your own little patrols. Bakugo had noticed the tense look you gave him; he was going to attend the dinner, but he really had just wanted to see your reaction. The way you didn’t meet his eyes when he walked past you, but as soon as he wasn’t looking you’d stare longley at the man. Bakugo had to admit that your quirk was exceptional, the way you easily fought villains on one of the first patrols he’d been on with you was amazing. He saw the raw talent you had for this, the way you’d be able to move past being a sidekick and create your own agency.

Bakugo truthfully knew that you’d become a lot bigger than he was at 19, that your talent would be noticed, and he’d lose you. His eyes skimmed to the darkness in front of the panned-out glass, he saw how most had left for the dinner and others had left for their own patrols. He watched how the sky was filled with bright lights, the way each building housed another story. He heard a knock making him turn, he had expected you to have left by now but instead you were standing in your normal clothes, the short skirt and tight shirt that made your figure show even more than he had expected.

It was the first time he had ever been alone with you, even in his office there had always been watchful eyes staring at the interaction with the angry pro hero and the sweet sidekick. It sounded cliché in his head, but he watched how you stayed beside the door frame encase he told you to fuck off.

“Bakugo.” You whispered softly, he saw how your bag was held tightly in your other hand, you had a small smile as you looked for any sign he was letting you inside.

He beckoned you inside, watching how you stayed in full view of him, he hadn’t realised how tight your shirt actually was. How it accentuated your chest to make them almost spill out of your shirt, he hated the thoughts that skimmed through his head. For years, his only thought was to become the number one pro hero, of course he wasn’t a virgin, having had many one night stands in his time. But the lust he had for you, for you to be pushed against the glass of his office made his head spin in excitement.

“What do you want?” He questioned as he watched you take a seat in front of him, he licked his lips waiting for an answer as you dropped your bag to the side.

He waited for an answer, you soft eyes giving him a tender look that he wanted to ruin. He craved to have you in his arms, on his cock but you spoke some sweetly like a pure virgin would, so careful with your words. “I didn’t want you to be alone on a Friday night.”

It was sweet, sickly even how you took pity on him. He hated it, giving you a snare as you looked down, he was about to speak when you continued, “I didn’t want to go to the dinner without you.” His eyes almost softened as your own did, but he regained his composure tapping his finger against his thigh as he looked at your smaller fragile frame.

“Why?” It was a simple question, but you seemed unable to answer it, he watched as you stayed in thought thinking of an answer, but he beat you too any response, “scared to be without me, aren’t you baby girl.”

His words seethed with malice, you felt mocked and disgraced you were unable to form the words to say he was wrong. Because he wasn’t, you were scared to be without him, scared to be in a room with men who had eyed you up on multiple days. He saw the worry that flashed as you tensed up, were you really that scared to be left in a room with them. He sat up moving to stand in front of his desk as he leaned against it, arms muscles on show as you didn’t meet his eyes.

“I should go.” You spoke hesitantly, but he leaned forward, hands on the chair as he trapped your body between his own.

His breath skimmed onto your face as he stared down at your fragile self, you were a pretty little porcelain doll for him to break. He moved one finger to touch your chin forcing you to look at him, you finally met his gaze feeling so small in front of him. “Bakugo.” You breathed out heavily, he imagined this breathless was from him pounding into you making him groan in frustration.

“What is it, spit it out princess?” He was toying with you, every word filled with a lust to ruin you in a matter of seconds.

His finger forcing you to look at him as your breath was heavy, “I didn’t want to go, they make me all uncomfortable.” It was a confession of the fear that you had to the men, Bakugo looked down, his eyes glazed with a type of discomfort at your own comment.

“I’ll tell them to stop.” He was going to stick by his word, but it was more for his own sake then anything else. He wanted them to stop so only he could have you, only he could think disgustingly dirty thoughts of you. You nodded but his finger stayed firm on your chin, “do you want me to stop?”

His question brought you to think of the prior actions of the past couple of months. They way he’d bark orders to the sidekicks whenever he saw them getting too handsy with you, the way he’d stand in between you and another man letting you beside him only. The way that he allowed you into his office without a growl to tell you to fuck off, it all came down to this moment. He may have not explicitly stated he wanted you like the others, but it had always been a lingering feeling.

“I don’t.” You shook your head looking at his lips, he licked them before grabbing your jaw up making you stand up. He let go of your jaw, the lingering miss of his touch as he went and sat on his chair, the way he spread his legs, his arms ready to divulge into you made you squirm.

He patted his lap, as you followed his instruction, your skirt riding as you situated yourself on his lap. One arm around your waist as the other skimmed down your mouth to your jaw and that’s when the question occurred. The one where you could decide if this was what you really wanted, “you want me to fuck you baby girl?”

You looked down at his lingering hands ready to either leave your chest or caress every part of your body. “I want you.” It was a whisper and Bakugo gave a soft chuckle at how stupidly quiet you’d gotten.

“Speak up, doll, or I’ll have to leave you to sort yourself out.” He was dead serious in his comment waiting for a proper reply to the question.

“I want to do this.” You spoke more loudly; his hand cupped your breast from on top of the shirt as his other hand gripped your side before his lips met your own.

Your hands moved to his cheek, kissing him softly but he had other ideas. He brought your body closer, wanting to feel your cunt clench against his thigh as he kissed you. His tongue gliding inside at the sign of one of your moans, one of your hands moving to grab the back of his neck.

You knew you had to tell him, it’d be wrong of you if you didn’t and it would make him know that you weren’t just looking for a hook-up. As you let go of his hair, your hand still around his neck as you breathed heavily into his mouth you confess something that could end whatever this was. “I’m a virgin.”

“I assumed.” He spoke moving his mouth to your neck, he hadn’t even thought to care about it, he was going to have you if it was the last thing he’d do.

You gave a soft moan as your hands played with the ends of his blond locks, “and you don’t care?” You questioned as his teeth nibbled on your neck, the sound of sucking and his tongue lapping against your neck heard throughout the room.

“Should I?” He had been admiring the purple bruises across your neck too care about the look of worry you had on your face, “my pretty little Y/n, what did you think I’d be so crude as to take your virginity and not want something else from you.” He moved his mouth to your ear sending a shiver down your spine as he continued, “once I fuck you and you cum on my cock, this cunt belongs to me and only me, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied obediently, Bakugo couldn’t wait to ruin you.

He went in for another kiss, watching how one hand rested on his bicep as your other landed on his chest. “You're gonna be a good girl for me.” He spoke parting ways as he took the shirt off of your body, seeing how you face flushed at feeling exposed. “Don’t hide yourself, pretty girl, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Bakugo knew how scared you must feel knowing this was your first time in an unconventional setting, but even then he wanted to make it good for you. Make you remember your first time as something amazing that brought you pleasure rather than the pain of it all.

You nodded as you moved your hands away, his mouth moving to your neck as his tongue licked right down to where both your breasts parted. He unclipped your bra, the snap making you look down to meet his eyes as he sucked on one of your hand nipples. You could almost feel your underwear begin to soak through, glad Bakugo was wearing the baggy trousers.

The sucking of your nipples filled the room before, he let go easily bringing you up onto the desk. He saw how your skirt lifted up, exposing the cotton underwear he had been wishing to see. Your back rested against the hard wood as he looked at you with watchful eyes, “good girl, spread your legs more, you want me to make you feel good?”

“P…please make me feel you.” Your words echoed in his ear as he dragged the skirt down your legs, chucking it on the floor before moving your underwear to the side. Slick coating the fabric as he dipped his fingers into your clit, it sent a shiver as you tried to hide a moan by biting your hand. His hand moved to grab it away, holding it down as he brought his chair closer to your exposed body.

“Pretty, pretty thing, you going to let me ruin you now, let me stretch you out.” You were ever so submissive, so eager as he strung you along with every word.

His fingers moved past your clit as it circled your cunt, before divulging your insides. He let two fingers begin pumping back and forth as he watched how your heavy moans filled the room. He knew that if someone came walking into the doors both of you would be caught but why should he care. It's his agency and you were his pretty girl.

“Katsuki.” The way his name rolled off your tongue sent a surge for more from Bakugo as he inserted a third finger pumping in and out through the slick.

He heard the way you moaned heavily gripping his other hand whilst your other gripped the edge of the table. He continued with his actions, before feeling your cunt clench against him, “you want to cum princess, cum on my fingers…go on.” The coil inside of you had almost felt pressured to release at his words.

You’d never cummed before and the feeling that came with it brought you on a high, he watched you give a hefty moan of his name and a swear before gushing right onto his fingers. “You gonna keep this all inside.”

It was a command you’d happily follow as his fingers were still coated in slick. You looked eagerly at his fingers that he was about to put in his mouth, but the way you looked at them, in an instant he knew what you wanted. “Dirty thing aren’t you, you want to taste yourself.” Bakugo sucked one of the fingers leaving the other two coated in you, saliva went down the third before he stuck all three into your mouth.

You sucked the cum and spit from his fingers feeling like a whore for doing something like this, Bakugo enjoyed the feeling of your tongue wrapping around his fingers. As much as he wanted to feel your mouth on his cock, for your first time he wanted to please you and make the innocent girl not so innocent anymore.

His fingers came out with a pop as your cunt leaked out cum onto the table. He took his vest off, your eyes widening at the true extent of Bakugo’s body before he undid his trousers. You could already see the bulge, but you had no idea it was truly a good size cock. Anything could satisfy you at this point, he watched how you leant against your elbows watching him strip. It felt like your very own show, his eyes lingered across your frame, the smell of cum and sweat soaking the air.

He chucked his trousers to the side before doing the same with his boxers. His blushed tip and much larger cock twitched upwards, he pumped up and down as precum dribbled down to his thighs. You knew that what he had was a lot larger than average, your mouth watered as you felt an urgency to have it inside of you.

“Please…inside me.” You could barely even speak, Bakugo smirked at the effect he had on you aligning his cock right to where your cunt was.

“So needy, keep begging.” His cock lingered in place as he waited for more.

You mewled more pleas before he heard something that made his cock twitch, “please…Sir, please I’m your good girl.” You spoke through a broken voice as you had begged for his cock.

“This is going to hurt.” You knew it would and as he  began to push his cock inside of you, tears welled up as they trickled down your face, black mascara staining your eyes as he felt a sadistic enjoyment from this. “There you go, let me all the way in, pretty girl.”

His praise meant the world as he was glad to have stretched your cunt out with his fingers prior, but even then the extent of how much you could take was limited. He felt suffocated around you as you continued to sob, Bakugo bent down to meet your eyes. “You’re doing so well baby.”

He wiped the tears as he kissed you again, he wanted to fill you right up before thrusting, make you feel suffocated and filled up. It would get rid of the pureness, get rid of everything innocent that men had been attracted to. “I’m…doing good.” You whispered through the kiss, loving and appreciating the praise you were getting.

His hands cupped your cheek as he gave you a smirk, “you’re doing amazing baby girl.” He kissed the side of your jaw as he felt all of him stuff you full. “You ready?”

“Yes Sir.” You whispered back hands locking into his hair as one of his hands had gripped your thigh to bring it up. The much easier access had allowed for him to begin thrusting in and out of your cunt, slick and your previous cum helping him as he felt swallowed inside of you.

Bakugo knew how he was with sex, brash, fast and lustful but at this moment with you. He was nothing but loving and caring, making sure you felt pleasure. He met your eyes, how you looked at him with such admiration before you leant forward through his thrusting, “You okay?”

You gave a small moan at his question as the pain had turned into pleasure, each thrust ridding the pain. You knew why you had stayed a virgin for so long, you were waiting. You didn’t know who for, but at this moment in time, you knew it had always been for Katsuki Bakugo.

“Fuck.” You whispered as his pace quickened, he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as he felt himself touch the back of your uterus. The way his cock had left a bulge into your stomach as he was able to see himself fill you entirely, “fa…faster.”

He obeyed your wish as he thrusted faster and deeper, every moan making him groan loudly in your ear. “Doing…doing so well princess.”

His leant his forehead against your own as you both took in each other’s presence, his thrusts becoming sloppier as your moans became louder. “You gonna cum on me.” You nodded eagerly as even though you felt tired you still had the strength to look right up into Bakugo’s scarlet eyes.

You felt the coil in your stomach re-release as cum gushed out in one hefty swipe, “fuck Katsuki…” You breathed heavily, tears flooded down, mascara ruined, hair dishevelled. Bakugo continued to thrust waiting for his own oncoming high, he knew he hadn’t used a condom but at this moment he wanted to fill you right up.

“Can I?” He whispered into your ear, trailing kisses down your neck to your collarbones, his thrusting leading to squelches forming in the room.

“I’m on the pill.” He didn’t bother asking why, even though through your moan and rolled out eyes he could only assume it had something to do with your quirk. You laid on the table, moaning as Bakugo thrusted back and forth, you felt empty but the love and passion he had as he groaned your name at every thrust brought you pleasure.

His mouth moved to suck on your collarbone, the more bruises to show who you belonged to. Your hands moved to his back as long scratch lines formed until you felt Bakugo cum right inside of you. The feeling of being filled to the brim as even more cum was being stuffed inside of you, you had heard him moan your name as his head was on the crook of your neck.

“You did so well baby girl.” He whispered, slipping his cock back out as he looked at your body and face. He grabbed your jaw to make you look at him again, “this well tell those stupid extras to not look at what’s mine.”

You softened at his possessiveness as you felt him give your temple a sweaty kiss. His lips lingered as he admired how you looked. The pure innocent girl that had arrived in his office would be leaving as the cum filled stained girl that now belonged to him.

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[pwarkluv]

❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words 

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes. 

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. 

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went. 

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside. 

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least. 

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit. 

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life. 

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways. 

he just wanted to be loved. 

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood. 

jisung wanted that, craved that. 

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt. 

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs. 

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

-

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home. 

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in. 

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind. 

-

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself. 

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option. 

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty. 

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard. 

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do. 

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him. 

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

-

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.  what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up. 

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on. 

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind. 

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing. 

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window. 

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room. 

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention. 

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along. 

[punkgrogg]

Doorway Duo pt.3

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader, Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid!BTS, Non idol AU, fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy

Summary: Y/n was abandoned by her long time boyfriend and moves back home to help prepare for the baby. She’s surprised to find two unfamiliar hybrids at her house.

Length: 3,074

Notes: Sorry I took so long! I had to split this update into several parts because I ended up typing out over 6,000 words so another part will be posted in a couple days hopefully I can fix my laptop by then.

Date Posted: 9/4/2021

“Share the heat,” Hoseok complained, tugging the blanket from my cocooned form.

October ‘s days were chilly but as soon as the sun set, it was freezing. I was propped up on the couch, surrounded by pillows and a king sized blanket tucked around me. Mom sat on the recliner to my left, the reason behind my assortment of pillows, and Hoseok was shoving his way into the occupied seat on my right. Well, my legs were occupying it.

“There’s a while couch right there ass hat.” I whined as he lifted my legs and placed them on his lap. This wasn’t so bad- he was warm- but the sibling bond between us made sure to complain.

“I don’t want to sit next to dad, he’s way too excited over the game.” Hobi pulled out his phone and scrolled aimlessly.

“When’s Namjoon gonna be here? His team is kicking ass.`` Dad was lively when it came to soccer. It was cute though and I loved how animated he’d get with each goal. But the kicker is that he and Namjoon rooted for other teams. Hobi, Jin, and I all sided with dad on the sports front but Joonie picked a shitty team that’s been coming up in the last couple of years. Maybe the heart attack he nearly gave dad ten years ago was worth it- if the pride in my dad’s eyes were anything to go by.

Joonie was our wild card, he seemed to pick the most difficult path just because he liked the challenge. He’d always do the opposite of what we expected, whether it was the sudden law school decision or boycotting Christmas one year. But today was probably the most surprising.

Jungkook apparently wasn’t a sports fan until this season started, my dad’s enthusiasm rubbed off onto him and now it was funny to see him white-knuckling a sprite over a bad call. Taehyung was taking a nap upstairs and mom was idly reading some seedy romance novel if the blush on her face was anything to go by. Well it was probably the shirtless man emblazoned on the cover that truly gave it away.

Hobi sighed and tossed his phone over onto the side table, he closed his eyes and melodramatically threw his arm over his face as he rested against the back of the loveseat. I rolled my eyes, “what’s it now buttercup?”

He huffed at my nickname, “Jimin isn’t responding.” He dropped his arm to pout at me as if I could help the situation at all.

“You know he’s probably working right now?” I nudged his arm with one of my feet.

His pout turned into a full blown frown as he made puppy eyes at me. “Yeah but that doesn’t mean i can’t miss him.”

“OH, so you’re going to finally admit that you’re dating him?” The delighted smile that ripped it’s way across my face made the frown completely fall off of his.

“Oh shit.”

His shock made me full bellied laugh, “Mom! Hobi finally sa-”

“Shut up! You tricked me!” he hissed as he covered my mouth, I smiled evilly as I licked the back of his hand to deter him.

“The baby.” Jungkook snapped, ripping Hobi's hand off my face. How did he manage to get across the room so quickly? Beyond me. There was a cloudy sort of anger in his face, one where he knew he shouldn’t be angry but couldn’t help it.

“Kookie, I'm fine.” I reached up to hold his wrist as he let go of Hobi's hand. He looked down on me tersely, his eyes colder than usual.

“Hoseok, how many times do your mother and I have to say to be gentler with your sister? You two are honestly getting too old for this.” Dad scolded, his hand on Hobi’s shoulder. I could see him curling into himself and suddenly I felt small.

“Dad, I'm okay, Hoseok and I were just playing. You know he’d never hurt me or the baby.`` I let go of Jungkook's wrist and tried to sit myself up more. It was hard this late into the pregnancy.

“You need to be more careful too, you’re way too rowdy these days.” he chastised me and I could feel the anger at being talked down to. I’m not a child anymore.

“No, this is my baby and my body, I get to decide when it’s too rowdy. We weren’t wrestling or fighting and I could easily breathe. We were doing nothing wrong, why are you acting like this?” My tone was cold and I forced myself up into a standing position. Jungkook stepped away from the couch so i could have enough room.

“y/n baby, you know i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings-” i cut him off; i was fuming.

“Well you did. You basically said that either my big brother is going to hurt me or that I'm incapable of judging how much energy I can exert. We’re all adults in this room, why did you two have to intervene?” my glare turned to Jungkook, he hardened his gaze.

“The baby’s hormones are-”

“No more baby excuses,” I cut him off. “I know he’s fine, he’s twisting and kicking just as he’s always been.”

“The baby’s hormones are-”

“Stop Jungkook.” I held up a hand, the anger bubbling up to the surface. I needed to cool down before I lashed out. I could feel the heat coursing through my arms and filling my chest.

“No, Y/n he’s right I didn't notice it till you stood up but the baby’s hormones have gotten really strong all of a sudden.” Hoseok chimed in. still seated, he reached out and touched my stomach. Mom crossed the room and shoved her way through Jungkook and dad to kneel in front of my stomach, accessing my state.

“What? What does that mean?” I cradled my bump, the fear seeping into my words. He felt normal there, my doctor told me if anything were to feel wrong then to trust my instincts and immediately go to the hospital. But this was different, nothing felt wrong.

Taehyung thundered down the stairs, “Y/n? What’s going on down here? I can smell the stress from upstairs,” he took a backseat to the worry on my mind.

“Is something wrong with him? Nothing feels wrong.” I turned to Jungkook, the worry overpowering the shame of the argument we had just had. He was the first to notice so maybe he knew what was wrong.

“I was wrong, holy shit, we should make a doctor’s appointment.” Hoseok suddenly exclaimed, he jumped up and held me at arms length by the shoulders. He looked down to my stomach with a shocked expression.

“Honey, get the keys we’re going to the hospital.” mom barked out. I didn’t even notice her leaving the huddle but she was back at the recliner as she tugged on some tennis shoes.

“No! It's okay! The pheromones are showing that she’s okay too.” Jungkook finally spoke up, he threw an arm around me and pointed at the baby.

“She?” The confusion in my father’s voice was only a mirror to the rest of the room.

“Yeah, the pheromones got so strong because there’s two.” Hobi explained as he crossed the room and relieved mom of her purse. He placed a calming hand on her shoulders. Shoulders that seemed to be leveled with her ears with the abrupt stress.

“You mean twins? It's a bit late to find that out don’t you think?” she all but hissed at her third son. Mom was visibly anxious right now, something I had never seen before. She was usually so calm and cheerful around us.

“Mom, you’ve said it yourself, y/n is bigger than most pregnancies.”

“I mean yeah but we’ve gone to the doctor twenty times over the summer and I think he’d find another baby in there.” I chimed in, coming to mom’s other side. I think it helped with calming her down because her shoulders lowered a bit.

“I can smell both, I can smell her all of a sudden alongside him.” Taehyung wrapped his arms around me, his head burrowing into my shoulder. His grip on me was tighter than usual.

“But Tae that doesn’t make sense.” I turned in his grasp, facing the snow leopard hybrid, my disbelief written across my face.

“He’s had a very strong scent and a very strong heartbeat, maybe he just masked hers.” Jungkook stepped into my bubble once again. He was on the other side of Tae but seemed to block off any others from joining in the clique.

“But the ultrasounds only show one baby.” I reasoned out, my right hand reaching behind me to rest on my mother’s shoulder. Accepting there was a second was terrifying, I was barely holding myself together for the one pregnancy. Adding on another? Was I eating enough? Taking enough precautions? Maybe dad was right in intervening today.

“Back in the day they couldn’t find Seokjin’s penis and told us we’d be having a girl. It was a bit of a shock when he came out.” Dad. Of course, I've heard this story before, ultrasounds weren’t always perfect.

“What should i do?” I was scared and it was evident in the shake of my voice, Taehyung only hugged me harder.

“Hey guys, what's going on here?” Namjoon’s voice shattered the tension of the room. Seeing him and the dark haired male next to him gave me a chance to breathe.

Hoseok flitted across the room, his excitement at seeing our older brother evident in the wagging of his feather duster of a tail. “Joon, you're going to be an aunt and an uncle.”

“What?”

“Hobi that’s not how it works and you know it.” Mom chastised with a small shake of her head. Hoseok was a blessing to us all when tensions were high. “Who’s this?”

Namjoon seemed to freeze up a bit before throwing an arm around the guy hovering behind him a bit. Said man flushed lightly at the attention turning to him and in the soft light of the living room I could barely make out a pair of silky black ears atop his head. “This is Min Yoongi, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” I sputtered out, breaking the moment of silence that enveloped the living room. I could see dad from my peripheral making his way to the doorway with a smile.

“Yeah, problem?” Joonie’s eyes were narrowed at me but eased up at the grin I was sporting.

Pulling away from Taehyung a bit, I sneered at Hobi. “Hoseok- he told us about his boyfriend before you could. How does that feel?”

Hoseok groaned before stomping over to me to grind out: “Oh my god you're annoying and technically i said it first.”

“But you didn’t tell mom and dad.” I taunted, the faux misery on my brother’s face would fuel me for months. Taehyung sat on the loveseat behind him and tugged at the hem of my shirt for me to join him.

“They’ve met Jimin before though and according to you i’m not subtle.” Hobi argued, his hand on his hip. Jungkook followed Tae and I down to the seat and I was wedged between the two with my legs in Kook’s lap. He gently rubbed circles into my swollen ankles as Hobi and I glared at each other.

“Anyway, what's this about me being an aunt now?” Joonie interrupted the stare down with Yoongi by his side, our parents must have finally let them out of their interrogation.

“These three are suddenly claiming I'm pregnant with twins.” I explained with a flick of my wrist, the stress of the situation (that was only a few minutes ago) seemed as if it were twelve years in the past.

“Um, I can smell two scents too.” Yoongi’s soft spoken words brought back the fear.

“Holy shit, mom! What am I supposed to do? Should we go to the hospital?” I tried to push myself up into a sitting position but Taehyung held me gently to his chest.

“The babies are happy, I don't think they’re in danger. “He hummed softly into my ear. I could feel the sincerity behind his words. He rubbed a hand up my arm gently and started to purr. An attempt to ease my anxiety.

“Danger or not- we still need to confirm if there are actually twins. That’s a nightmare in itself. That’s double of everything I was sort of ready for. Wait, what if I give birth prematurely- don’t twins come early?” there was panic rising in my chest.

“Mom and Dad went to their room, they’re recovering from the unexpected news but Y/n it’s going to be okay. We’ll go to the doctor’s tomorrow, together,” Hoseok reminded me, he softly ruffled my hair as he leaned down to kiss the top of my forehead. Still I looked around the room for my mother. The one who holds all the answers to my pregnancy fears. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi, all stood above us three, all showing a different expression. Namjoon looked apprehensive, which was normal for him. Hoseok looked as if he were trying to tame a wild animal. Yoongi thought he looked stunned, his eyes blown wide.

“Hobi you’re banned from my ultrasound appointments. You almost broke the equipment.” I reminded him with a forced smile. I could still feel the panic but it was ebbing away. I wasn’t dying, I was safe. The babies were safe. Everything will be okay.

“That’s so rude, I apologized and everything.” he crossed his arms, generously taking the bait. Knowing that Joonie would laugh at his expense.

“We’ll go with you, we haven’t been able to go since Hoseok has been.” Taehyung declared, way too happy for me to decline, and I smiled softly at him. I was held up against his torso, his head just a few inches above my own. He leaned down and rubbed his forehead against my own.

“You’re going to scent mark my sister in front of me?” Namjoon sputtered indignantly, causing Tae to freeze all of a sudden.

“Namjoon, that’s not scent marking.” Hoseok laughed and shoved at his shoulder playfully.

“Actually, we feline hybrids scent mark like that instead of that mess you canine hybrids do. I scent marked Namjoon earlier in the same way.” Yoongi crossed his arms and seemed to glare down at Tae. I was a bit shocked to say the least.

Hoseok had explained it to me when we were younger, scent marking was a hybrid instinct, and it had two different connotations. There was a familial way and a romantic way to cover another person in their pheromones. Hoseok would hug us and hold our hands growing up to rub just enough of himself on us to comfort himself that we were his family. Especially when we were younger and playing with larger groups of children or when there was a big event. The familial way would only last a few hours and was more of a comforting thing for family and very close friends to help with bonding.

Hoseok had explained the more romantic way was to imbue another’s scent for a much longer time and it was done by stimulation to the scent glands which meant that they would lick each other’s scent glands. He had been tomato red explaining this to me when he had found another hybrid’s scent on me that was much stronger than his own. When I explained that I was just playing with a hybrid at recess and they hugged me he seemed to melt into the floor in embarrassment.

Taehyung was staring up at Namjoon with an indecipherable expression. The massage on my ankles had stopped at Namjoon's exclamation and my glance at Jungkook showed him to be in the same emotionless stare down but instead he was staring down Yoongi. He knew too, but why hadn’t he told me?

“She’s part of our pack, of course I would scent her.” Taehyung had no emotions in his words, the monotonous response seemed to aggravate my brother.

“Wait,” I held my hand up to the seething man before turning to his boyfriend. “I’m confused. Hobi said that licking my neck would be romantic scent marking and hugging was familial scent marking. Which would this be?”

My question caused all four hybrids to freeze up, Hobi’s face once again lighting up in embarrassment.

“Uh, he said that? Well, uh, that’s wrong.” Yoongi forced out, his face turning a light shade of pink.

“Hybrids themselves decide what the type of scent marking it is when they release the pheromones, and there’s a lot of different meanings that could exist. Typically a more familial scenting would be a hug- so that part is right- but also kissing the top of your head could work. Licking your scent glands isn’t a romantic way for scent marking, it’s more sexual.” Yoongi's face almost matched Hoseok’s at this point. “Romantically speaking there’s a lot of ways you can scent someone- like rubbing your necks against each other which is common amongst the canine hybrids. For us feline hybrids we rub our faces against the person, like he had done to you. The pheromones typically let us know, but he’s not releasing heavy enough pheromones for us other hybrids to notice, but rubbing his face against yours is claiming you as his in feline standards.”

“Oh,” I could feel the hybrid underneath me tense up as Yoongi's explanation came to an end. I glanced up at him to see him still staring down my brothers.

“I’m still a little confused but thank you Yoongi. Namjoon, Hoseok, I’ll take it from here, I don't need you hovering over us for this conversation. In fact, I think I'll take this conversation elsewhere, you three have fun watching the game. Joonie, dad recorded this and last week’s matches for you.” I worked my way into a standing position with Taehyung’s help and made my way to the stairs, both Taehyung and Jungkook glued to my sides.

“It was really nice meeting you Yoongi,” I smiled at him and waved my goodbyes as I made my way up. We made our way into my room, the two hovering in the doorway. Just like I had met them. I took a deep breath and settled onto the bed.

[loomis-maxima]

''𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬''

Word Count: 1.5k+ Warnings; Haechan x fem!reader, 18+, big dick Haechan, explicit language, the usual shit <3 (I wrote this a longggg time ago and I haven't posted in a while so I'm posting this- pls I know it sucks ass but it's better than nothing)

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . ‘’Hyuck, open the fucking door’’ you said to your best friend on the other end of the phone. You heard him groan, along with the squeak of his bed as he stood up. ‘’Fine, fine, fine, I’m coming’’ he said with a tone of annoyance to his voice.

You loved him, but sometimes he was the biggest pain in the ass. You slipped your phone into the back pocket of your jeans as you heard him approach the door, opening it up to see him before he cracked a smile. ‘’Gee, thanks for actually letting me in.’’ you said, rolling your eyes.

The boys dorm was oddly quiet, you looked around for his two dorm mates. ‘’Where’s Jaemin and Mark?’’

Donghyuck raised his eyebrows at the question. ‘’Why? Are they the real reason you came?’’ he said with a fake pout, crossing his arms. You chuckled slightly at how cute he was, although you’d never admit it.

‘’You know movie night is my favourite, shut up’’ you replied, hitting his arm slightly as we walked to his room.

‘’So, what are we watching?’’ you asked, plopping down onto his bed, sitting up against the headboard after kicking your vans off. He shrugged and sat next to you, grabbing the controller and turning on Netflix. After about 5 minutes of him scrolling and you disappearing to make some popcorn you were both back on the bed, a large bowl of popcorn between you as you laid on my side, watching whatever shitty horror movie Haechan chose.

You couldn’t help but lose focus on the movie as he reached for another handful of popcorn, your gaze slowly following his hands, his long fingers adorned with silver rings, the veins in his hands prominent even in the dull red light of his room, thanks to the strip lights that encased the room.

Of course, Haechan being Haechan, wanted the room ‘’scary’’, for this terrible movie, but something in your mind switch looking at the sight before you. Unknowingly your eyes travelled up towards his face, the light casting a glow on his perfect-

‘’What?’’ he said with a chuckle snapping you out of your thoughts, chewing a mouthful of popcorn with the goofiest grin on his face. You shook your head. ‘’Just wondering why you chose a shitty movie again’’ you said fixing myself slightly on the bed to look at the tv once again.

Praying deep down that your lie was good enough to cover the thoughts that had intruded my mind, you were quickly distracted by your phone buzzing on the bedside locker causing you to lean over and pick it up.

You sat up a little bit straighter upon reading the name, but not enough to draw attention to myself.

Jeno.

You sighed internally to yourself, talk about bad timing you thought, swiping up on the homescreen to access the message.

Jeno : ‘’You free?’’ ‘’nah, at Haechan’s. It’s movie night.’’ Jeno : ‘’too bad. I could really do with your tight pussy right now.’’

His blunt words shocked you, not sure why. You should’ve been used to his ways by now. ‘’if it wasn’t movie night, sure, but im not ditching Hyuck for dick’’

Right on que, you felt the phone being snatched out of your hands, the sudden act wasn’t anything new for the pair of you, that’s just how you were, especially on movie night but something about his clenched jaw and the slight red tint to his ears let you know this wasn’t something usual.

‘’What the fuck is this?’’ he asked, his voice dripped with venom.

‘’What?’’ you asked, voice shaking.

‘’Why the fuck is Jeno texting you?’’ he bit back. ‘’You’re really fucking around with him? The biggest fucking asshole?’’ Hyuck’s sudden anger sent a chill down your spine, but deep down I knew it wasn’t just fear. The slight flare of his nostrils, the clenching of his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he typed a quick ‘’fuck yourself’’ and sent it to Jeno.

You didn’t even have the time to process anything, let alone say anything before the bowl had been moved, the phone had been thrown to the computer chair that had sat infront of the computer desk. All of a sudden the feeling of his lips almost knocked the air out of your lungs. His kiss was full of anger and hunger, his tight grip on your face sure to leave bruises. Haechan’s hands travelled down, pulling you onto his lap. With his lips moving down to your neck, you took the opportunity to take a breath.

‘’H-hyuck.. what are you doing?’’ you asked, your voice shaking as he sucked dark marks onto the sensitive skin.

‘’What? You’d rather be with Jeno doing this than me?’’ he said between kisses. Moving back up to your lips, he kissed you again, hands knotting in his hair.

‘’I asked you a question’’ he spat, grabbing your hips and pressing your down onto the growing bulge in his jeans. You gasped at the sudden action, ‘’No..’’ you mumbled, going back to kiss him but the feeling of his fingers gripping your hair, pulling your head back before resuming his attack on your neck.

‘’No what?.. You don’t want me?’’

You couldn’t help but whimper as he placed more marks on the skin.

‘’Don’t lie to me, or yourself. I know how you look at me, what goes through you’re head.. the same goes through mine.’’ He breathed into your ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

‘’so I’ll ask you again, me or Jeno?’’ he spat into your ear, biting down on the lobe.

‘’fuck… you Hyuck ..please’’

He released his grip on your hair, smirking. He had the darkest look in his eyes, making his already dark eyes look almost black.

Haechan quickly flipped the pair of you, letting himself be on top as he quickly pulled your shirt off, leaving wet kisses on your chest before tearing off his own.

You sat up to attach your lips back to his before you felt his hand wrap around your throat, pushing me back down, his own strength too much for you to fight against. Not that you wanted to. ‘’I didn’t ask you to sit up, did I?’’ his stern voice was a harsh contrast to the Haechan you were used to.

You only managed to shake your head, his hand never leaving your throat as he pressed his lips back on yours but this time more gentle.The sweet action didn’t last long as you felt his hand leave your neck travelling down to your jeans before pulling away and making short work of pulling them off. Haechan smirked while looking down at you, leaning back over as he dipped two fingers into your underwear slowly grazing your clit.

‘’You’re fucking dripping’’ Haechan said breathily before shoving one finger in slowly.

‘’Hyuck please.. fuck me’’ you whined, your mind blank except for that one thing

The statement triggered a low, deep groan from his throat.

‘’Usually I’d wait a bit longer but..’’ he said, standing up and undoing his belt, quickly discarding his jeans and boxers before climbing back onto the bed.

Anticipating his impressive length, your legs spread on their own accord only to be met with him grabbing you and quickly flipping you over onto your stomach.

Haechan’s hands grabbed your waist before slowly guiding his hard length into your dripping folds. He groaned as he wasted no time in fully pushing in before completely bottoming out.

The quick action making you drop your upper body onto his bed, moaning at the fullness. ‘’You’re so fucking tight’’ he muttered, slowly pulling back and thrusting back into you harder and faster than you expected. ‘’Jeno mustn’t have been doing too good of a job if you’re still this tight’’ Hyuck smirked while speeding up his thrusts, his hips slamming off your ass, filling the room with all sorts of sounds. You couldn’t bring yourself to form a sentence, the stretch and the speed causing too much pleasure for words in your head to have any meaning behind them.

‘’You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to do this and to think you’ve been going to him’’

his thrusts only became sharper, hitting that spot inside you making almost scream.

Hyuck wrapped one hand in your hair, pulling you back before pulling your back up flush with his torso, his speed never letting up. The hand that was wrapped in you hair made its way to grip your throat, the other travelling down to rub circles on your clit.

‘’f-fuck.. hyuck.. don’t stop’’ you whined, eliciting a sinister chuckle from him.

‘’Fucked dumb already? You gonna cum for me?’’ he groaned into your ear, nodding and whining in response. You could tell by how uneven his thrusts became he was close too.

As if reading your thoughts his hand that was once wrapped around your throat pushed you headfirst into his covers, he kept it there, the other hand never letting up is abuse on your clit. Before you knew it you were seeing stars, clenching around his dick almost screaming in pleasure. You heard a soft ‘’oh fuck’’ from behind you, your own orgasm triggering his as he filled you up with his cum. Haechan quickly pulled out, collapsing beside you as both of you tried to catch our breath, pulling you into his arms.

‘’No more Jeno, yeah?’’ . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .