#I CANT BELIEve… nothing ever goes his way this is so sick and twisted

[sapphicflower-ao3]

bkdk is such a tame ship now i genuinely don’t know why ppl are still such haters. you are all so boringgg

[k3lynn]

mine — katsuki bakugou

yandere! katsuki bakugou x reader

cw: yandere au, 3rd year bakugou, violence, reader got female genitalia, anger, off-“screen” murder, mention of (minor) character death, blood, lucidness, possessiveness, degradation, manipulation, stalking, threats, masturbation, implication of sex, swearing, assault, narcissism, horror, slightly delusional katsuki, panic attack, non con, mention of suicide

- I do not condone any of the behavior here, nor do I try to romanticize it. (definition: make it seem like a good thing) any future/current dark fics are purely for entertainment purposes. Also, I don’t think bakugou would EVER do this- I’m just using some dark traits he used to have and twisting them to fit this situation. Not completely proof read and edited, I am exhausted right now I’m sorry. I say some mean things about some characters but I don’t mean it 💗

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𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 // 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

WHY WON’T YOU LOOK AT ME.

Poor little Y/N. You’ve caught the Big Bad Wolf’s attention. Ready to snatch you up and drag you into the deepest parts of the forest where no one will ever find you.

You’ll be all mine, and I’ll be the only thing you’ll ever have to see again.

You’ve been in the same class for 3 years now- and all he had to show for it is an occasional wave, and a shy little “Hi Bakugou” every morning that made his heart leap out of his chest.

Enough for most, but not for him.

In turn, he would tsk. Facing away and setting his head down on the desk- attempting to hide the roaring blush adorning his cheeks and the subtle shuffling in his pants- the way your voice alone could make his balls tighten in need.

Still- you give him merely a glance. He is always around you, but your attention is given to someone else.

Any extra would overlook his grumbling for typical-Katsuki doing his own thing. In reality, he’s holding himself back from snapping and taking you by force.

He wants you to come to him.

You have no reason not to. He’s perfect. Probably the best student to ever enter U.A. High, and on path to become the best pro hero to ever graduate from it.

Coming first in both the Entrance Exams AND the sports festival- a victory he still denies, holding some of the highest grades in class- 3rd only to some geek girl he could easily out-rank in combat and that shitty half n’ half. Even perceptiveness, intellect, and determination that can rival dumb Deku.

He even possesses great skills in cooking and music- Katsuki is a natural-born genius. Anybody who isn’t conscious towards his incredible talents might as well be living under a rock-

Unbeknownst to you, he’s giving you the generous chance to decide when you’ll be his. But his patience wears thinner every day.

It would have only taken a second to turn around in your seat and notice his piercing red eyes glaring at the back of your head.

So why don’t you notice me.

-

He doesn’t understand why it’s you he obsesses about. He can’t even remember when this whole mess started.

He tried denying his feelings. But quickly- they built up and festered inside him, begging to come out. Love, possessiveness, same thing.

Whether it be watching your twist and turn in the obstacle course- then running to the nearest bathroom to furiously grip his cock.

Snatching your chapstick when you’re not looking and rubbing it all around his own lips- imagining that’s what your lips would taste like if you just kissed him-

Restraining you during combat training by wrapping his arms around you- squeezing your breast a little more than necessary. Pinning you to the floor until you admit defeat.

Or even sneaking into your dorm while you’re in the shower to grab a new pair of panties from your dirty laundry, adding it to the stash he keeps hidden under his bed.

Stalking you. Keeping you close at all times without you even knowing it.

Indeed, he knows he’s a sick and twisted human being.

But by now he hardly cares- he’s worked too hard to ever even imagine of changing his perfect target. Nobody is more deserving of you than him.

So if he has to confront, threaten, and beat every single person in this stupid school to monopolize you for himself- he gladly will. Anyone who goes againts that is challenging him.

He scoffs anytime a boy approaches you- it’s well known around school that anyone who attempts to buddy up with you mysteriously ends up in a hospital room with no recollection of what happened. People even started seeing you as a sign of bad luck.

He’s nice enough to allow you some friends though. But only ones who will guarantee you’ll be around him as much as possible.

So you sit with him, Kirishima, racoon eyes, dunce face, and tape boy in lunch. No one else. Right in front of him.

You’re chatting away with Mina, but unusually, something special came up in conversation.

He always stays focused on his lunch- switching between listening in and day dreaming about bending you over the lunch table and grinding on your ass-

Katsuki’s stomach dropped. His eyes widened- what did Mina just say?

There’s a boy in the management department, a quirkless 2nd year nobody smart enough to somehow get into U.A.

And he asked you out on a date after school.

Shit.

No.

No no no no-

No- this isn’t how it’s supposed to-

My throat burns.

When did he- when did you-

You’re going to say no, right?

I cant breathe.

You don’t like anyone- I know this

I know everything about you- I-

My chest hurts-

You’re mine.

And if he thinks I’ll share then I’ll-

“Mina stop being so loud please...” your delicate little voice whispered.

The rest of the table already took notice of what was going on- bombarding you with questions that made you flustered.

“Woah woah- Y/n, what’s your answer?” dunce face peeps out, Bakugou swore he could smack that grin off his face right then and there.

Katsuki turns to look at you again- a chill traveling down his spine once he made eye contact, but your stare quickly fell to the floor.

“I’m not sure yet- probably not.. ha.” You shrugged- a light pink dusting over your cheeks. The others, satisfied, dismiss the topic.

Had it have been anybody else observing, they wouldn’t have thought much of it. But Katsuki knows you like the back of his hand. Successfully deceiving him would be harder than taking down All For One.

You’re lying... aren’t you? In front of him too- All because of this quirkless fucking loser-

Katsuki hates lies.

.

.

.

I’m going to kill him.

-

The walk back to your dorm was disappointing to say the least. But you can’t expect someone to be in the best of moods when they’ve been stood up.

You almost couldn’t believe it either- he had seemed so kind and genuine that you stood there for an extra 2 hours. But that’s your luck with boys-

‘I hope you got a good laugh out of it, jerk.’ You huffed before inserting the key into your rooms lock.

Turning on the lights, you allow your eyes to adjust for a moment before stepping inside and walking to your desk.

“You were waiting for that jackass for so long I almost started thinking you would never come back...”

You let out a startled cry before dropping your keys and whirling around in a flash- recognizing Katsuki’s back as he slowly closes the door.

“Bakugou? Why are you-“

“was he really that special.”

“What do you mean was....“ It’s then you noticed the blood dripping down his arms and hands- your door decorated with the same shade of crimson.

“oh my god.. Bakugou,”

That’s why the poor boy never showed up.

You knew about Katsuki’s “little” crush on you for a while now. His stares weren’t exactly the most subtle after all-

You found his uncertainty adorable, heck, a part of you was waiting for him to confess. But you would have never imagined his infatuation went this far.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. He’ll never love you as much as I do.”

He lifts his head, and your eyes meet his. Bloodshot- as if he’d been crying, but the evident smirk on his face showed nothing but pure malice.

“Not that he’ll ever get the chance to anyways”

He’s too fast, too close to the door, he has all the advantage in this situation. But you have to try. You have to leave this room at this very moment or you may never make it out alive. There’s no reasoning with him.

You clutch your heart. He steps forward, and you instinctively bolt to the door.

A few easy moves and he has you pinned by the neck on the ground, legs bent and used to hold your arms from jerking too much. His free hand is outstretched, creating small explosions that made you automatically stiffen your movement.

“Bakugou please- I won’t ever tell anyone, we can forget about this and I’ll pretend it neve-“

“I don’t need you to be quiet. I’m the boy who rejected a direct offer from the League of Villains, one of the best students in U.A. high- even if you do rat me out, they’ll never believe you...”

His grip on your neck tightened- nails cutting through skin and little droplets of blood start showing up. His hand starts heating up and a panic courses through your veins.

“I’ll kill you before they even begin to suspect me.���

Choked sobs escape your lips from the pain and fear surging through your body- “I- I thought you said you lo-loved me.”

“I do... that’s why you’ll be mine forever.”

He leaned down, low enough for you to feel his warm breath- then used his tongue to sadistically lick off the tears running down your cheek, a salty but satisfying flavor entering his mouth.

“In this life, and the next. It’s up to you when we see the later.”

You nod, hoping he relaxes the pressure on your neck. His face softens, something you swore you would never see in Bakugou. He releases his hold.

“You made me mess up your neck, next time don’t be so mean.”

He tilted your chin up, observing the scratches and bruises littered all around it. As soon as he determines there’s no serious injury, he picks you up to lay you on your bed. Climbing in next to you and wrapping an arm around your hips.

“Couples cuddle like this all the time don’t they.”

You gave him silence, although he didn’t mind. With one glare he had you shuffling to move closer to his chest.

“they also kiss.”

You know that right now, there’s no point in fighting. So you give in to what he wants in hopes that one day, you’ll break free from the hold he secretly had on you for so long. You’ll play along. You’ll survive.

You shudder as his hands reach to cradle your cheek, wiping the blood of the boy all over it. He loved it. It proved he won. He gave a light kiss to your lips before attacking your neck, set on putting a new type of bruise on you.

“You should start calling me Katsuki.”

“Ka- Katsuki.” You barely managed to whimper out.

He caresses your hair, cooing soft whispers into your ear in an attempt to calm your sniffling. An action you would have seen as sweet if it weren’t for the constant threat of death over your shoulder.

Your breath hitches in horror as you feel his warm hands trail down your body, gripping your smooth inner thigh before delicately starting to drag his fingers up.

“You know...

You silently beg for him to stop.

“There’s one more thing couples do.”

-if anyone is interested- should I make a part 2? (Future edit, I’m not satisfied with this, I might end up rewriting in the future)

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[freespiritalyssa]

Para || A Little Surprise ||

Description: Alyssa heads to her appointment and gets some news 

TW: Abortion

A/N: lets just pretend that time froze and she’s still early on in her pregnancy lol 

Alyssa had never been fond of doctors. If anything she hated going to them. It was a cold, unwelcoming place that posed a nuisance to her schedule and her day. Even when she had her annual check ups, she made sure to wait until the absolute last moment before going. So when she scheduled her appointment for today, she was torn. On the one had she hated the doctor regardless. On the other hand she was going to be happy to get back to her life as usual. No worry of morning sickness or babies that she hadn't planned or wanted. She knew that she could have called someone to be with her. In fact Santana had offered multiple times and had even suggested that she contact Sam but she really wanted to just get this over with. She felt nothing but fear and annoyance at her pregnancy. She wasnt even sure if she wanted kids ever and here she was pregnant when that wasnt apart of the plan. She knew that it was her body and she had the right to choose what she did with it and she was choosing this. She lifted her sunglasses off of her face as she entered the office and walked to the front desk. “Hi, my names Alyssa Johnson. I have an appointment at 11:30,” she smiled to the nurse. The older woman looked up and nodded, handing her a clipboard with information for her to fill out. “Fill this out and then we’ll be right with you.” Alyssa took the clipboard and walked over to one of the empty seats, an extra pen in hand and began to fill out the info. She wrote down her full name, her age, how long she assumed she was pregnant, all of the details that doctors needed to know before terminating a pregnancy. She looked around her, seeing a few other people, one girl who looked young and scared. She couldnt have been older than 18 and she was nervously nibbling on her nails. Alyssa felt sorry for her and wondered why she was here alone. Her eyes drifted to a couple, whispering amongst themselves and flipping through a magazine. They looked a bit older than her and Alyssa wondered why they were here in the first place. They seemed like the type who wanted kids and would make good parents. But she also knew that she couldnt judge a book by it’s cover. “Alyssa Johnson.” She stood up and grabbed her bag that was placed beside her before following the doctor who had called her name. “Hi,” she nodded. “Hi,” the doctor grinned. “I’m Dr. Hassan. I’ll be doing your procedure today. Is this your first time?” Alyssa followed her into the examination room and nodded. “Uh, yeah,” she said, placing her bag on the chair by the bed. “Well it’s okay to be nervous or even apprehensive. My job is to make sure that you know your options and help you with whatever choice you make,” Dr. Hassan smiled. “You can change into your gown while I go grab your information okay?” “Okay,” Alyssa replied, watching the doctor walk out of the room. She quickly stripped out of her clothes and changed into the itchy hospital gown before leaping on to the bed. She clicked her heels together, waiting for the doctor to return and nearly jumped when she came back, swinging the door open “Okay,” Dr. Hassan clapped her hands. “So by law I have to inform you of your options as far as your pregnancy goes. There’s of course adoption, termination and moving forward with the pregnancy. Have you considered any other option besides termination?” “No,” Alyssa shook her head, nervously twisting the end of the hospital gown. “The um… the guy that you know… we’re not together and neither of us want kids right now. I know my options but everything besides this is not a real option. I’m a model and pregnancy is the last thing my career needs.” Dr. Hassan nodded. “If your choice. Shall we get started then?” “Please.” “So it says on your chart that you think that you’re about three months along?” “Yeah I mean. I shouldnt be more than that right?” she shrugged. “Well how about I take a look okay? Lay back for me.” Alyssa followed her instructions and placed her feet in the stirrups. Dr. Hassan sat down on her stool and pulled the ultrasound around to face her. “Alright so you’re gonna feel a slight pinch but that’s just me looking to see how far along you are okay?” “Okay,” Alyssa nodded. She winced, feeling Dr. Hassan insert the ultrasound stick but soon relaxed, knowing that this would all be over before she knew it. Dr. Hassan was silent for a while and she started to grow uncomfortable. “Anything?” “Well, you’re definitely pregnant,” she said, furrowing her brows. “Hmm.” “Hm? Is that good or bad?” Dr. Hassan removed the ultrasound stick and unrolled her gloves off her hands. “Alyssa, I dont think I’ll be able to do this procedure today.” Alyssa shot up. “What? Why?” “Because, I believe you’re further along than 3 months. Unfortunately in the state of New York and in most states, terminations cant be performed after 12 weeks. It’s far to dangerous for the patient and while early delivery is possible, that’s only in extreme medical cases.” Alyssa wasnt sure what she was hearing. She knew time wise, it was a little off but she also knew that there was no way that she could have this baby. “What are you saying?” she blinked. “I”m saying that it’s too late to get an abortion. Looking at this ultrasound and based off of the info you gave me about your last period, you’re about 16 weeks along.” She shook her head, her anxiety setting in. “No. No, I mean it was New Years but it cant be too late.” “I’m sorry Alyssa but it is,” she frowned. “If you’d like, I have some pamphlets about your other options but I recommend you get an OBGYN soon.” Alyssa felt like she was about to burst with emotions and nodded her head as tears fell from her eyes. Dr. Hassan left her to change and Alyssa curled her knees up to her chin. This couldnt be happening. Being pregnant and then terminating it was one thing but finding out that she couldnt. That she was going to have to have this baby regardless, made her feel worse than morning sickness. She suddenly wished she’d brought Santana because she felt so alone. She mentally ran through all the things she would have to do to figure this out. She wasnt a mom type. Being a mother was the last thing she wanted and she’d grown up with horrible examples as it was. And now she was going to have a baby. She was terrified. She quickly dressed, not thinking about the information that Dr. Hassan was bringing back to her and practically ran out of the office. She didnt know where she was running to. All she knew was that she needed to get out of there.

[fcrdcollins]

TITLE:   WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO WHEN EVERYTHING ALL FALLS THROUGH? SETTING:   Evening, Ford’s childhood home. PREMISE:   Ford reaches out to his estranged mother, Marie, for help. TRIGGER WARNINGS:   GUN VIOLENCE, DEATH, MURDER, BLOOD, AND ABUSE.

What else was he supposed to do? The question was inevitable. The whole damn situation was inevitable. As Ford stood in front of the home he promised never to come back to, he contemplated every scenario. Especially the ones that didn’t include his wicked old mother. They all seem to pale in comparison, leaving him with nothing but a prison cell to call home in the near future, another love lost, and a world cursed by abandonment and misfortune once again.

So, he takes a step forward into the world he’s left behind, knocking on the door lightly. Marie always hated loud knockers.

Ford hears her voice from inside. Most of his half-brothers were most definitely away or out. They were all much older now, though most didn’t escape Marie’s grip as Ford had. “One second!” Marie says again from the other side of the door, probably from the dining room or the kitchen. Ford can picture it so clearly inside his mind, though the memories feel like they belong to someone else. 

Once the door is open, Marie’s still gorgeous face staring back at her son, she looks stunned. Ford does too, standing before her speechless. The silence between them brews for a moment. They had talked on the phone just hours prior, Ford asking for her help. He had just murdered a man. He was still wearing the same clothes, Harlow was too. There were remnants of blood on his clothes and shoes. Hearing each other’s voices was fine, they could handle that. But the impact of seeing one another was on an entirely different plane of existence. Ford feels faint, Marie is shocked at the sight of her son, as he’s now a grown man. A man she doesn’t know nor cared to know.

“Michael..” She says in that sweet voice she always created, reserved only for Ford. Hearing his actual name on the lips of his own mother makes him want to bend over and vomit. Somehow, he refrains. The shorter woman reaches her hand out, cupping the side of Ford’s face. She cants her head to the side just slightly and Ford swears he sees the evil in her eyes for a split second. It’s like a glitch, in a way, a flaw in her code. Her wickedness will ooze from the cracks in no time. Marie was only sweet when she’s needed and she was very much needed.

Ford clears his throat, leaning into her touch a little. Inside his head, he states a simple Marie, but out loud he says, “Hey, mom.” He couldn’t risk upsetting her, not when he’s almost certain she already had her little crew cleaning up that blood-stained hotel room for him. The blond turns to Harlow, who looks both exhausted and shocked at his side. Marie coos like she’s some sick child, cupping her face too. She kisses Harlow’s cheek, “Come in, baby.” She says to both Harlow and Ford, leading them inside. It’s the fakest bitch on the planet, leading them into their personal doom, really. But it was their only option. Marie already didn't like Harlow, Ford knows it, and she didn’t care about protecting her either. She just liked being needed. Marie didn’t like any woman in Ford’s life and that was a fact that’ll never change. Her sons were her own before they were anyone else’s, especially any woman that might enter their lives. 

Once they’re inside, Marie heads to the kitchen where she’s probably prepared a ton of snacks for both of them, awaiting their arrival. He turns to Harlow, resting his hands on her waist, “Why don’t you take a shower? There’s a bathroom upstairs to your right and then next across the way is a guest bedroom. You can sleep in there, I’ll be up soon.” Harlow’s exhaustion almost becomes worse and she kinda just nods, looking to Marie in the kitchen, and then back to Ford. “Go, it’s all good.” He says one more time before kissing the side of her head.

As Harlow heads upstairs, Marie calls out, “There are some pajamas in the bathroom for you, baby!” Of fucking course there was. Ford almost vomits again. Her ways of manipulation were obviously still the same. She butters you up just right. Every damn time. Ford moves to sit at the island in her large kitchen, feeling like the air might have been suffocating him or he’s been holding his breath ever since he took a single step inside this fucking house. It feels haunted. Haunted by trauma and memories he wishes he could forget. “She’s....cute,” Marie says, her tone suddenly condescending. “You really do have a type, baby. Do you fuck every dark-haired brown-eyed woman with perky titties?” Ford inhales sharply, watching as Marie chops cucumbers and speaks at the same time. “Just stop, please.” Ford finally says, running his hands over his face. “Leave her alone, alright? I’m coming to you for help.” The statement feels like shards of glass on Ford’s tongue, an admission to something he’d rather not admit. It was torture, really. Marie’s smug expression only grows as she hands Ford a plate of food and various sides she’s prepared. The idea of eating makes Ford’s stomach twist and turn but he forces it anyway, taking a bite of the perfectly crafted sandwich Marie had whipped up for him. The biker chews slowly, doing his best to keep himself together.

“So, what’d you do?” Marie asks, finally talking about what they’re both thinking. Now Ford really couldn’t eat. “Does it matter?” He says in return, setting down the sandwich. He looks to his mother as she reaches over to him, removing his jacket with the specks of blood on it. “Don’t be a fucking moron, Ford. It matters. You put everyone in danger by doin’ shit like this, you understand?” Ford didn’t care who everyone was and he’s almost certain Marie was just pulling anything out of her ass to throw at him. She’s never cared for danger or what he did. Besides, putting his half-brothers in danger was a long-shot. They’ve probably done worse than what he’s done tonight. “I — She needed my help. He had her pinned down then he shot at her. Things got out of hand and I —” Having to say it might have been the worst part, hence why his words come to a sudden halt. His eyes burn at the thought, his stomach twisting again. This time his voice is much quieter than before. “I — I shot him.”

A quiet sigh sounds from Marie, a shake of her head coming next. The concept of a dead man was nothing new for her, but it was certainly new for her troubled son. The woman clicks her tongue, shaking her head once more. Ford swallows hard. It never ceases to amaze him how unpredictable his mother was, he fears her fickleness and abundance of different personalities that live inside her. “It won’t backfire on either of you. It’s a fucking miracle you decided to finally pick up the phone and call your mother, you spoiled little brat. You’ll need an alibi, though, if the police come looking for anything. I have friends in the system that’ll help you out there too. But the alibi is on you. Take some fucking responsibility for a change, huh?”

Ford practically sinks because of her words, growing smaller in size. She always had a way of making him feel so small. Just as her harshness comes, it subsides again, and Marie is reaching out to brush a hand through his blond locks. He almost swats her away, but somehow refrains. This was her usual game. Cruelty than sweetness and then she goes over the entire thing all over again. Then sometimes she’ll call asking for money or help, acting like some tired old woman who just wanted to see her children again. When really, she had the upper hand no matter where you stood. It’s how she keeps the people in her life on a leash. Ford might have escaped, but not really. He was still on a leash but maybe his had just been extended, never removed completely. 

“Thank you.” Ford says now, his voice still quiet. He looks at the plate still settled before him, wanting nothing more than to take it and smash it onto the ground. Marie didn’t deserve his thanks and he knew it, but he gives it anyway. This was the woman who ruined his life, who never came looking for him when he was taken away at the tender age of twelve. Marie swears he was better off gone but really she was just high and lazy. “Go wash up too, baby. Get some rest. I’ve got it covered.”

Blue eyes avert to look at her again, scanning her expression. It’s softened but Ford knows better than to believe it’s made of anything but steel and concrete. He just nods, standing now. Marie kisses his cheek and strokes the side of his face, “Go ahead.” Ford doesn’t say another word and heads for the stairs, that’s until Marie speaks again...

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna need some money from you too. It’s just business, you understand.”

[tumblunni]

Randomly thinking about a yokai watch and lobotomy corporation crossover au because honestly both games have an equal mix of scary and silly monsters and the difference is just in the tone. I could easily imagine a lot of Yokai making sense as Abnormalities and some of them already kinda have minigames of doing weird overspecific stuff to keep youself safe from them. And thr whole Infinate Tunnel/Moody Mary questline is so effing surreal its like an Abnormality! Plus there's lots of Abnormalities that are sympathetic and itd be cool to reimagine a version of them that can be befriended and helped.

Tho i dunno, maybe this concept is just too similar to Shadowside? But also with like..un-shadowsiding the Abnormalities. A two way horror and cuteness swap~!

Random place to start: Dr Maddiman! As an abnormality he'd be similar to Nothing There, a mimic type. But instead of trying to mimic people on purpose to escape, he seems to genuibely believe he is an ordinary employee and has to get back to his very important science work. And in this au he'd probably look lots more terrifying and inhuman and such, so his delusion is very clearly false. Theres no chance of anyone actually falling for his mimicry, he never stops looking like a horrifying monstrosity squeezed into a labcoat no matter how much he begs for you to believe he's human.

Containment procedures for him involve validating his delusion so he doesnt attack you- treating him like a valued employee and pretending to involve him in important work even if you're just having him staple together blank papers all day. Whenever he breaches containment he just goes around doing paperwork like that and copying other stuff he sees humans doing. Or he latches onto an employee and annoys them by following them around and babbling cute anecdotes about his beloved wife and kids. Research has been able to track down the locations he describes as his childhood home and where he got married, but can find no proof that he was ever human or that his family ever existed.

Despite his sympathetic nature and good instentions, the doctor is still a very dangerous Abnormality. He's usually harmless when breaching and even protects employees from other abnormalities but his desire to protect others can be also his biggest danger. You cant under any circumstances let him know if you're sick or injured, his well-intentioned attempts to help often end in completely remodelling the human body into a more efficient form. Several abnormalities around the facility were once people who encountered this one and found their wishes answered in the worst of ways. The doctor speaks fondly of his past patients and seems convinced they must be much happier now. If he's ever placed close to their cell and they breach containment at the same time, the patient will ignore all humans and attack the doctor constantly. And the doctor usually stops attacking at all and just stares into space as he's torn apart. Every time his twisted body reforms and he finds he's been denied death again, he seems to quickly forget what happened as a form of coping mechanism.

He cant stand the thought of knowing he's been hurting people, and even when he briefly remembers sometimes he still cant stop himself from doing it. His chance of breaching increases the longer he goes without 'helping' someone, and a third eye opens on his forehead and dominates more and more of his face. His potential positive effects are the same as his negative ones, his 'helpful' surgery is a random roulette so sometimes it genuinely is helpful. No matter what youre gonna end up mutated, but if youre lucky you'll just be twisted up inside into a stronger faster creature and still look outwardly human. Effects can include simple level ups in skills, increased elememtal resistance, growing a random abnormality's E.G.O gift from your flesh, randomizing an appearance trait like face or hair colour, and various temporary buffs. A negative result will turn the employee into an -02 type abnormality of the same genus, a massive tumourous blob of multiple arms that seems to leak sunlight out of its eyes and mouth. The doctor expresses fondness towards these creatures and will seem to mistake them for the children he believes he once had, whispering gently that he missed them so much even as they try and take their revenge by tearing him limb from limb. Once placed into a separate containment unit (for the sake of the doctor's safety as much as the employees), these creatures will settle into a hibernating state and eventually emerge from their coccoon of terrifying limbs as a random Abnormality you havent already seen yet. Once the process is completed they seem to have no memory left of being human, and will replace their previous AI with that of the resulting Abnormality. If they meet the doctor in future breaches they seem to not recognise him, but he always calls them his child no matter how different they look. He seems to see their abandoned aggression as a sign that the surgery was successful and he saved them from the tragedy of being human. Energy output increases for the rest of the day due to happiness!

The rarest result of the random surgery is a small chance that the employee will seem otherwise unchanged but suddenly start seeing the doctor as their father figure. They'll know details about his false fantasy of a normal human life, even if he never told them. And their personality begins to change to that of once of the nonexistant children, remembering dear moments with their dad that really never existed. Aside from loss of self and being distracted from productive work, there are no dangerous effects from this. They will just perform better at work with the doctor and have a small chance of experiencing family actions at the end of each work session. Varying from tea parties to stereotypical 'its not a phase dad, punk rock is my life!' conversations. It seems the 'children' have very different personalities...? The possessed employee will receive a glowing heart on their chest (in various colours depending on the "child") and its possible to free them by shattering this heart, however theyre insanely protective of it. A possible theory is that the doctor was indeed a human once, and is merely the conduit for a cluster of otherworldly forces that he perceives as 'cute children', who are using him to help find new host bodies. The higher ups are currently considering passing a bill to allow sacrifices to see what happens if the possession is ever completed. (Doctor is very hsppy about this!! He loves his kids!!)

[legion1993]

Is It True?

AN: i love amazing writers. i love writing amazing pieces. this piece goes out to @icantlivewithyou in celebration of her 800 followers challenge! hope this makes you smile!

prompt “you’re really pregnant?”

pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

summery: its a secret!

Masterlist

8 years ago, you were a graduate student...

8 years ago you got an internship with Wayne Enterprises!

8 years ago was the first encounter you ever had with the Batman. he save your life. 

not too long after that you had a magical date with your boss Bruce Wayne! this began your magical journey.

6 years later you are at the office and lunch time roles around. you and Bruce would normally go out for lunch at the usual fancy restaurant. you loved your time with Bruce, but today was different you walked into his office and he has a strange look to his eye... 

Bruce: “close the door love and come here...”

you close the door and go over to the desk he turns to face you welcoming you into his lap...

YN: “hey baby... are you ready for lunch?”

Bruce: “we are not going to lunch today... we will do dinner instead but right now can i show you something... i feel like i need to confide this to you, we have been together for a while now and im looking forward to many more years with you but not without you knowing my biggest well kept secret...”

YN: “Bruce whatever you have to tell me, i’ll go into it with you. i love you Bruce! you know that! so what is it that you wish to share with me?”

Bruce: “well first we have to get up off this chair... ive already cleared us to go for the rest of the day... think of this as a vacation! a small one where we arent going far but yet we are gonna have traveled the distances...”

you were now very curious... you had no idea what was about to happen... but got up off your boyfriends lap and held his hand as he led you to the wall pannel, he took his other hand and placed it to the wall. 

it then spoke...

AI: “good afternoon mr wayne...”

you were amazed that you never knew about this panel being here... but you walked inside with Bruce as he spoke next.

Bruce: “take us to the cave!”

immediately you were both on one crazy roller coaster ride... it was a tunnel system that seemed to go from the top of wayne tower to some underground cavern... 

the ride stopped and Bruce once more spoke...

Bruce: “through these doors is a world that no-one but Alfred has known about like ever... now to you i present this my most valuable secret... the entire reason behind the tunnel system. the entire reason behind all my so called late nights at the office or pre-preparations for a gala that is months away... well i never actually ever left the manor.. id be down here working out, training, and monitoring the city... you may exit the doors when your ready...”

you went passed Bruce and the doors opened automatically... you walked out onto a literal rock solid floor, and into a cavern where tech and a bunch of equipment lay around all over the place... 

you wandered around a bit before arriving at the main area, or what assumed was the main area for it had a really big computer setup with 6 different screens and one tiny ass keyboard. the computers powered up and revealed a giant bat symbol... thats when it hit you like a freight train. 

you turned to Bruce and decided to test your theory make sure it was true...

you went into a low spin kick to which Bruce jumped over. blocking each move you threw at him you had to now think quickly... you decided to pull a Natasha romanov and wrap your legs around his neck flipping him to the ground but he had grabbed your wrist and twisted your arm when you did that. 

Bruce got off of you and smiled as he extended his hand to you...

Bruce: “if you wanted to test my skills how was that?”

YN: “you’re batman... why didnt you tell me sooner?”

Bruce could only chuckle as he smiled...

Bruce: “i was afraid of how you would react... had i known you would react that way i would have told you sooner... are you ok love? you look kinda pale?”

you shook your head, truth be told you hadnt been feeling well for a few days now... you just thought you were getting ready for your period... but this morning you had thrown up... you werent sure what was wrong...

YN: “i think i need a doctor...”

Bruce picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the elevator you both emerge in the library of the manor, where Alfred greets both of you...

Alfred: “good heavens, is Miss YN alright?”

Bruce: “Alfred can you get the car and take us to Gotham General... please?”

Alfred: “of course sir...”

Alfred brings the car to the front of the house where you and Bruce now waiting Alfred opens the door helping to get both of you inside before driving reasonably to Gotham General. 

upon arrival at the hospital, Bruce had Alfred once more help to get you out of the car... Alfred then went to park the car while Bruce carried you inside. walking inside he was greeted by 2 nurses...

Nurse 1: “how can we help you both tonight?”

Bruce: “my girlfriend is pale and not well we need a check up... run all the necessary tests rule out anything and everything please...”

Nurse 2: “okay sir calm down please... we need a name to process her under...”

Bruce: “Bruce wayne... i help fund this hospital... my girlfriends name is YN... she can barely stand on her own...”

the nurses both led you and Bruce through the secluded doors, to a room secluded and away from prying eyes... Bruce had laid you on the bed, you were not sure yet as to your condition but you had your suspicions...

it was about 5 minutes later when a doctor walked in one of the nurses who had helped you both in here walked in bringing several things with...

Dr. Jason: “Bruce,  YN i’m Dr. Jason... i understand that your not feeling well tonight Miss... can you tell me how long you havent been well?”

YN: “its been on and off for the last week or so...”

Dr. Jason relays notes to the nurse and asks the next question...

Dr. Jason: “when was your last period? or do you know when your next period is supposed to arrive?”

you took one small breath before answering...

YN: “its due... as of yesterday...”

Dr. Jason: “let me guess it hasnt arrived yet, has it...?”

you shake your head, Dr. Jason has the nurse bring in an ultrasound cart...  Bruce moves to the other side and gives the okay to do whatever necessary not wanting to leave your side...

Dr. Jason: “have you ever had an ultrasound before YN?” 

you shoke your head...

Dr. Jason: “okay its very simple, nothing to worry about... now im gonna need access to your abdomen as well as your stomach... so your waist line on your pants is gonna have to go down a bit... i will place some gel on your stomach, then i will use this equipment to through the gel be able to take a peak inside your belly... see if there is anything noticeable...”

the doctor did as he said, placing the gel on made you shiver a bit but Bruce’s touch kept you nice and warm... as Dr. Jason now moved the transducer around on the gel, the nurse was ready to record anything found... 

you and Bruce anxiously watched the screen... waiting for answers of any kind to come up... Dr Jason then stopped moving the tansducer, he kinda stayed in one spot for a while... it was then that he knew what the cause was... he had the nurse make a few notes and then sent her out of the room... 

Dr. Jason: “it seems congratulations are in order...”

Bruce: “im sorry what do you mean Congratulations are in order...”

Dr Jason: “well it seems YN isnt sick sick after all its just a little bit of morning sickness...”

your eyes widened... before your head collapsed from the shock of the news... you knew full well what the congratulations was for but no one knew how shocked you were till you fainted...

it was 10 minutes later when you woke again to find Bruce filling out paper work, after being told by Dr Jason not to worry too much that you would wake eventually that you fainted from the aftershock of the news...

Bruce’s head swam with the thoughts of being a father, sure something he had thought about but never dreamed would ever happen. a few moments later Bruce looked up as he often did to find you sitting up and stretching slightly... 

Bruce: “hey love how are you feeling?”

YN: “is it true?”

Bruce comes over to your side and smiles lovingly at you.

Bruce: “you’re really pregnant?

Bruce gestures to the ultrasound photo sitting beside you on the bed...

YN: “yes i am... i had my suspisions but i wasnt ever gonna admit them to anyone or myself... however, i know we never actually discussed the thought of kids, but believe me when i say i wouldnt be here today if you werent the most amazing man i had ever met...”

Bruce: “i cant even begin to describe how much excitement im holding in right now... i mean we are gonna be parents... its gonna be an honor to raise this child with you...”

Bruce with you holds the photo and then Bruce lifts your shirt to once again expose your belly and he places soft kisses to it, then he comes up to place a longing kiss to your lips... you were now in a happy place... 

you finally felt like your life was finally underway...

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 186

Sevyn

"Your son walking around here like he campaigning for the United Nations fundraiser." I laugh.

"JJ, where are your clothes?" MiMi snaps lying Minnie down.

He shrugs. "I'm hot."

MiMi shakes her head. "Baby, you can't walk around with your shit out like that."

"But I'm hot." he declares like she being unfair.

"Why is he naked?" Chris asks walking in the room.

I look at him. "Chris why are you naked?"

He walks into the bathroom. "Lane threw up on me."

"Eww." I retort. "Everybody fucking sick."

"Auntie, you be quiet." JJ says standing in the middle of the floor.

I pick Minnie up. "JJ grow."

"I don't want to do nothing. I'm hot."

"Here." MiMi says kneeling down with underwear.

JJ gives her a stale look. "They hot."

MiMi rolls her eyes. "I'm not fighting with you. Devin!"

"Okay, Mommy." JJ says pouting.

"JJ?" Devin says when he walks in. "Come on."

JJ snatches the underwear from MiMi. She smacks the shit out of his bare cheek. He jumps then starts crying loud. Devin walks over pushing him towards the door. I guess he is going to take a nap. Devin kisses Minnie's head then walks out behind JJ.

"Boy, shut up and get from under the table." Drvin snaps.

"Oh my gosh." I shake my head. "This is insane."

MiMi stretches. "Just until he goes to sleep. Wanna see the wedding location Devin picked out?"

"Yeah. Is Devin planning everything?"

"He has a wedding planner." I shrug. "I'm just going with it. I don't want to get too caught up in the money. I like to argue and he likes to spend money on details so. I can stay away."

I smile at her. She stands up then takes Minnie from me. I guess she had somewhere else to go. I take out the computer and start organizing my events.

"Amber!" Chris yells.

"What?"

I could hear the water running more like he had opened the shower door. "Amber!"

"What, Maurice!"

"Aye, Bae, come here."

I slowly get off the bed hoping that he changes his mind by the time I get into the bathroom. He always wants dumb shit when he in the bathroom, like me to turn up his music or bring his favorite towel. I cross my arms standing at the door.

"Brown, how can I help you?"

"Love you."

I drop my arms. "What do you want?"

He closes the shower. "Nothing."

"Chris?"

"Amber?"

I sit down on the sink. "I don't know what's important anymore."

Chris comes close to the shower door. "I'm important."

"I want to take time off of my endless fight to get on top. I want to be known but the truth is it ain't happening."

"Don't say that." Chris says opening the shower door.

"You have it already."

He frowns. "You know how I fucking hate hearing that."

I roll my eyes. "Don't make this a fucking argument."

"Bae, I'm listening. You the one throwing punches."

"I'm tired. Busting my ass and shit for nobody."

He twists up his face. "You sound like you quitting music. You high?"

I laugh. "I'm not high. Im just about to chill. Write for a year or two then throw myself back out there."

"Yo." He says going back into the shower. "I don't know if I will ever stop."

"I don't want to say it's just to have a baby. I miss my family. We were always so close. I want to see more of them."

He sticks his head out with the biggest smile on his face. "I won't ask you to do that just for a baby but I support you doing it for a baby. Again I'm not asking this."

"Christopher, I know you not asking."

"Yo, Chris." Rollie says coming to the door. "Where Chris?"

"In the shower." I say pointing. "Y'all need a minute?"

Rollie raises his eyebrows. "Me and you can take a minute."

Chris sticks his head out the shower mad. "Nigga, try me."

"Bitch say what?" Rollie snaps.

Chris closes the shower mad. "Get the fuck out of here."

"Damn, everybody sensitive as shit today. I got that number."

"You do?" Chris says grabbing a towel this time. "Word. What he say?"

"I'm not calling him asking about another nigga. You call him."

Chris walks over to me. "I been there and I'll always be there."

I turn him around. "Go talk to Rollie."

"I'm trying to finish our conversation."

"I'm done with it."

Chris was still trying to turn around and talk to me. I yank the towel making it drop. He grabs it keeping it wrapped around himself. Rollie had already walked out of the bathroom when I did it. I slip away from Chris.

"Aye, Big Guy?"

"You mean, Big dick?"

I laugh then cover my mouth. Not the right joke to laugh at. I hit him on the back.

"What do you think about having a baby with someone more famous than me?"

"At first I thought you were asking me to get you pregnant. I'm down." he chuckles. "As in Trey and Cammie? You and Chris not them."

I shrug. "I mean as in me and Chris not them."

He shakes his head. "I'm the wrong nigga to ask. Me personally, I have a problem with being faithful. First of all I don't believe anyone should ever plan a child. Cause if shit goes wrong it's whatever. You make plans and set up a dream and shit. You realize yet how pessimistic I am?"

"You not planning shit with Leah?"

"I'm planning to be faithful as long as possible which I don't want to do."

I put up my hands. "Stop. I asked you a simple question."

"And I'm telling you I'm too pessimistic to fucking answer it."

"Wow, poor girl."

"She used to my shit. That's why she set boundaries."

"You depress me. You cheat on her already?"

He makes a face. "Nine months of no Leah pussy, 9 months of only stranger pussy, or 9 months thinking about giving my unborn child a STD."

"Those are your boundaries!" I yell.

"Give me the number." Chris says blankly.

Rollie shrugs handing Chris his phone. "Only way to make me loyal is to take my pussy. Can't go without pussy you dreamed about for months."

"Awh. You dreamed about her pussy?"

"Awh?" Chris snaps. "What the hell you talking about?"

Rollie snatches his phone. "Leah's pussy. Nigga when you in jail..."

"Say no more." Chris says.

"Probably dreamed of the head more." Rollie nods his head. "Shit yeah."

Chris laughs. "This man."

They both leave out of the room.

  Cammie

"Mommy, say thank you." Lane narrows his eyes at me.

"Get out my face." I say pushing him.

He starts crying. "I gone tell."

Lane is being annoying acting like I'm supposed to respect his ass all the time. He needs to leave me alone. Telling me I need to tell him thank you like I am the one that supposed to have manners. Bitch you don't tell me. All of this is the doing of Trey and his family. The thought is not cloudy before Trey comes prancing his fine ass in the room.

"Jayla, you cant go around making Lane cry."

"Tremaine, I swear."

He comes to the bed with Caden. "Jay, he is very upset. You can't push him away while he dealing with not being the only child."

"He don't tell me when I'm being disrespectful. I will not have my child telling me what to do."

"I'll tell him to come talk to you."

"Tell his ass to come say sorry for trying to tell me how to act."

Trey kisses my lips. "Can we sneak away?"

I allow him to lay me back some. "You go tell your son what I said."

"Caden, don't watch this." Trey says standing up covering Caden's face.

Trey obeys my order. He talks to Caden on his way out. I am afraid of what my child will come out to be. Lane is me. Caden will be raised from day 1 like April and Trey are influencing Lane to be. He won't have a year of my discipline. I hate to say it but I don't be on Lane like I used to. He is allowed to say more shit to me.

"No, ma'am Mommy."

"What?"

He pouts. "I not tell mommy what to do."

"Don't lie." I say trying not to laugh. "Come here."

"I get my butt hit?" Lane says holding his butt.

"Come here."

He looks back. I just noticed Trey standing right there. What the hell he there for? Lane watches Trey then starts walking to me. He gets on the bed pouting.

"I get butt hit?"

"No." I snap. "You got something to say?"

"Sorry." he says looking at Trey.

Trey smiles. "Tell her what you sorry for."

Lane hugs me. "Sorry for telling mommy what to do."

"Thank you. I accept your apology."

"I go back to my room?" Lane asks.

I kiss his face a bunch of times. "Yes."

"Take all the sugar." Lane says.

"All of it?"

He holds his cheek towards me. "Boys not got sugar."

I kiss him. "What?"

"I a boy."

"Okay." I say then kiss him some more.

He wiggles off of the bed. "Thank you, Mommy."

Now his ass being too respectful. Asking for permission to go to his room. Trey gives him a high five as he walks out of the room. He fake as shit. Both of them. Trey points his finger at me. I ignore him by turning away.

"Cammie Baby."

"MiBitch." I say to MiMi.

She gets on the bed. "I'm trying to figure out whether I should ignore this shit or take it to my husband."

I sit up. "Oh, drama. What is it?"

"Condoms."

"Bitch." I say snatching the box. "Where were these at? Now if your husband were mine the last place I would want to find them is an overnight bag. But your man don't travel."

She raises her eyebrows. "Jacket."

I make a face. "Like an old jacket or one he wore yesterday?"

"Today, Bae."

"Take it to the husband. Where he at? On a fucking joy ride?"

She takes out her phone. "He dropped JJand the jacket off then left back out."

"Call him." I say taking her phone and doing it myself. "We don't fucking do this."

"Yo, why you keep calling? Something wrong."

I hand it to her. "I was about to start cursing like that was my husband. Tell him to switch it to video chat."

"Don't switch shit." Dee says. "I'm driving."

"Why are there condoms in your jacket?"

I cut my eyes at MiMi. "That was nice."

She rolls her eyes. "Shut up."

"Condoms?" Dee retorts. "What the fuck you going through my jacket for?"

"Bitch that ain't the fucking question. Why are they in your gotdamn jacket?" MiMi spats losing her cute acting.

He sucks his teeth. "Get off my fucking phone."

"Bitch, say what?" MiMi snaps standing up.

"We should take them and suffocate his ass in his sleep."

"Now he won’t answer the fucking phone."

I get sad suddenly. I hate shit like this. I wouldn't know what to do if some shit had happened to me like this. I open the box of condoms then scream. It was a fucking joke. I throw the box. I had a shit of glitter or whatever the fuck it was on me.

"What?" MiMi says grabbing the box. "That bitch."

"Shit I would have rather him cheat. Dumbass."

MiMi kicks the box then starts laughing. "Fucking bitch. Had me all out of my feelings. I was about to fucking... I don't even know."

"Bae, I saw you trying to stay calm though."

"That's not a funny joke. I'm up here thinking damn this nigga planning our wedding and fucking other bitches. Oh if it would have been that Jennifer bitch."

I giggle. "Tremaine!"

I call Trey's phone.

"Bitch." he says.

"Tremaine." I say laughing.

He hangs up the phone then yells through the house, "Jayla!"

"Tremaine."

"Bitch." he says walking into the room. "What is all that?"

I dust the glitter onto the floor. "Some shit MiMi started. Tremaine?"

"Baby." he says getting in MiMi face.

"Trey, I swear." MiMi says. "Move before I kiss you."

He raises his eyebrows. "You can't say no shit like that to a former playboy such as myself."

MiMi pushes him. "Juicy butt, get your husband out my face."

"Just grab his phone. That's all I wanted."

"It's in my pocket, MyAsia." Trey says standing up straight.

I start laughing. "Tremaine, you about to get slapped."

He takes his phone out of his pocket and tosses it on the bed. "Sorry, Asia Love."

"Get out MiMi face." Amber says pulling Trey back.

"You want to kiss me?" Trey asks Amber.

She grabs his face then kisses his cheek. "God bless you."

He spins around. "What the fuck? Putting your voodoo on me."

Trey is being extra right now. I take Trey's phone and Facetime Devin. I bet the dumb motherfucker gonna answer right away.

"Trey. Hold on." Dee says after answering the video.

"Oh dumbass really? That's how we playing?" MiMi says coming over to me.

I had the phone muted and the video off. "He can't hear you."

"Yo, nigga!" Devin laughs in the background. "Aye, Trey?"

"Yea." Amber says as if she Trey.

Dee looks at the screen suspicious. "What's wrong with your phone?"

"That ain’t me!" Trey yells from the bathroom.

"Shit." Dee says hanging up.

MiMi rolls her eyes. "You fuckers play too much."

Trey jumps on the bed. "3 bad bitches, one me."

"Now you got glitter all over you." I say getting off the bed. "Let me get the damn vacuum."

[atlaslain]

re: that gifset,,,,i love zack struggling with his morality and trying to justify his choices and lifestyle w the truths he begins to learn. his situations and especially his progressional awareness & internal struggles,,,, so good, talk to me abt it kit

@backwaterheroics rowen i cant believe u’ve shown up just to enable me,,, u asked 4 this

That Gifset here      /      link to the scene here     ( for anyone reading this like ‘fucks sake, which zack thing is kit crying about now’ )   — lengthy rambles under the cut.

this scene is literally like 3mins long but it’s a bounty,,, it gives some of my absolute favourite zack moments and quotes bc here he is openly displaying the building doubt and conflict he’s been feeling, rather than sweeping it under the big rug in his brain to be dealt with later. it’s been a long time coming, several years worth of clinging to whatever scraps of belief in his lifestyle he has left bc otherwise it means admitting he’s devoted his entire life to the wrong thing and there’s no going back. 

it’s like……. genesis abandoning soldier? brought up a few niggling doubts, nothing he couldn’t shove down by convincing himself genesis was evil / a monster. angeal’s wings and certainty that he’s no longer human? ouch painful but zack can totally fix that by bringing angeal back! aerith’s fear of SOLDIER, her dislike of their inhuman eyes? pffffft, that doesn’t mean SOLDIER is bad! … seeing the monsters shinra had created, hearing of the experiments and the ruined lives they caused? doubts starting to seep in. angeal’s death? that started the process of fracturing those walls. from then on, it was only a matter of time until it all came tumbling down. 

and this scene is where it all happens and as usual with zack, it’s provoked by protectiveness. 

it’s cloud ( this wonderful person whose very presence makes zack feel at peace ) wishing he were SOLDIER that does it. that prompts my very favourite zack line: “SOLDIER is a den of monsters. don’t go inside.”

it’s zack finally admitting it out loud, because he has to. because he can’t fathom the idea of encouraging cloud to sacrifice himself at shinra’s altar, because it makes his stomach lurch with sudden sickness and for a second he can’t even get the words out but finally he admits it: it’s not a good place to be. shinra isn’t the breeding ground of heroes that zack thought it was. he doesn’t want them hurting anyone else.

the subject changes for a bit after this to tifa, to zack reminding cloud of his human roots and encouraging him to fix his relationships instead — but it falls flat. zack’s too twisted up inside by having finally uttered aloud how revolted he is by his own situation. he feels he has no right to lecture cloud about relationships or ‘fixing things’ because zack only exists to break things. he gets antsy, upset — he goes for his sword just to feel it in his hands, because it’s all he knows. “fighting’s all i do” he says ( and that just feeds into zack’s warped idea that the only thing he’s good for is fighting, the only thing he can ever be is a soldier because that’s all he has to offer the world: his life. it’s a horrible way of viewing himself and it’s only been getting worse over the years thanks to shinra using him like he’s expendable and thanks to people like hojo insinuating that SOLDIER members are brutes with no brains, only good for throwing themselves headfirst into battle. less than human. ) and it’s so hard to break out of that. he tries in this scene. he gets angry at it, he rants that he thought he knew, but doesn’t anymore. that sorting things out is someone else’s job. “what’s going on? who’s the enemy? it makes no difference to me!” ( note the utter venom in his voice here — he’s disgusted that he’s become shinra’s dog, attacking wherever they point him. ) it’s so, so clear that all zack ever wanted was to be a hero and do the right thing. and he thought this was how. he signed his life away because he was sure this was how. unfortunately ( i think it’s unfortunate, anyway ) the scene ends with zack falling back into old habits. he’s reminded that cloud’s never seen him use angeal’s sword and wow does that immediately bring back the angeal of it all. it brings all the guilt rushing back, because hey, zack’s supposed to be acting as the man angeal wanted him to be!! he’s supposed to be a legacy!! how dare he question it!! he goes back to seeing the sword as a symbol of ‘dreams and honour’ rather than the burden it is, and he reassures himself once again that he’s doing the right thing. it’s like he’s falling back to what’s easy. 

but the awareness of the wrongness of it all is growing and lurking in his mind and he knows it because he’s quick to go to bed after that, just in case cloud says any more startlingly perceptive things and makes him question it again. 

[hemoclysmic]

15/11-20

everyones always on the way out, last conversation as they throw their coat on and hurry off.

i live on death row and my neighbours switch sides of the street when they see me. covered eyes like weeping angels.

we have a turnover rate with faster output than input, signals that blur together, flashing lights and noise just within the range of hearing. waking up to the guillotine thump.

when youre the only resident of a town, those grating neon signs get uncomfortably direct. they are, however, flashing in a language i cant read. i wont read, so can't. ill pull the curtains, and live in the dark. if i dont move, they won't know im here. figure out what's inside. it was better before, everything was always better before. when intimacies grow unfamiliar again, they get their shine back.

weird, trying so hard to live inside yourself when theres nothing to be in. sick of shivering at night and choking on nothing at all and being numb til it hits like a freight train.

how am i meant to believe anything is real when the dominoes of conversations lay spread out in front of me, foreshadowing, whispering like a well thought out plot twist. everyone else sees it coming like its written on my face.

where has space been carved out for me here, when its not in you, or you, or you? and it goes on and on and on. i didnt scream when i was born. i know now that i should've. didnt realise, then—domino, domino, domino. everyone on the way out. i meet people like im selling something, wedging my foot in the door and please, just a minute for my pitch. its true; ive gotten better, but regardless how good the sale, you keep the goods and not the salesman.

ive been told i live on a sinkhole. i knew that already. its in my living room, right in front of the couch, like a basement hatch gaping down. i talked to the mayor about it. his head just stared at me, eyes bulging, unblinking, mouth torn open like a scream. figured id just throw a carpet over it, then. the sinkhole, i left alone.

the people i see don't know i see them. or rather, dont know they see me. it's in the back seat, "keep your eyes on the road", but there is none, cause we're at the bottom of a lake. sort of too little too late. you decompose slower in water, it's why we live so long.

what i meant to say is: sorry i havent slept. my head is filled with the corpses of your predecessors, and i can't wait to see how the worms treat you. i'll tone the wailing down. weird, not realising you were armed til you're finding bullets. not realising there was shooting to be done.

right, the sinkhole. dropped a rock down it the other day, just curious. didn't hear it land. it mustve come back up, then.

are you familiar with tourniquets? 'course. well, i left one on too long, and by the time i realised, it was dead already. grew a new one. i have terrible habits though, things get tangled. sometimes your hair twists around my arm in the same way, when we're asleep. or if it's my own. point is, it's no bother. you told me once, jokingly, that you'd shave your hair to stop it. i said that was the worst idea id ever heard. that's what made you do it, probably. other things still got tangled, so in the end, it was for nothing. sometimes that's just how things go.

anyways. fuck, the sinkhole. right. so it grew up. ate the front door. i don't have others. the windows have the curtains, so that's a no go. so, here i am. sending paper planes to the postman. i throw bad, they land in the mud. it's alright. ive never heard a corpse cry about some mud. anyway. so that's where i'm at. 4 am. sinkhole. talking too much to nobody at all. the nobody, in question, in the corner. it doesn't seem to mind. sorry, though. it's hard to make yourself abandon a well when you've already started drinking. do you drink? water, i mean. no, i figured as much. anyway. big fan of the claws. would y

[witch-of-time-and-letters]

POESÍA DE CANCIONES EN INGLÉS “THEY FUCK ME THEN BECOME “GENIUS”! BUT NOBODY SAID ME OR HELP ME TO JOIN.

OVerture: someone remember 22th december,

Is there anybody going to listen to my story is all about the girl who came to stay?

She's the kind of girl You want say much, it makes you sorry Still you don't regret a single day

                                 Part. I[PAST ERASED]

I was the foolest timid boy, i just tried to arrive to a new place where i could found everything what i needed years ago, im not their nigga girl turns to White, the sacrifice to all Aliens Gods NO i just a trans girl who survive against everything fighthing with my brain and guts for dignity.

I grew up in a small town and when the rain would fall down, I'd just stare out my window dreaming of what could be and if I'd end up happy. Trying hard to reach out but when I tried to speak out always felt like no one could hear me tried to wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here So I breakaway

I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky and I'll make a wish take a chance, make a change and breakaway, out of the darkness and into the sun

BUT, Hey Dellilah!

Don't want to be an American Idiot,, welcome to a new kind of tension, all across the alienation.

I don't need premition, make my own decisions, why can't I live my life.

Do ya think? Do ya think? Do ya think? And there's nothing wrong with me.

                               Part. II-CITIE OF DAMNED SOULS-

What an amazing time, what a family, how did the years go by? Now it's only me

They say I'm crazy I really don't care That's my prerogative, They say I'm nasty but I don't give a damn, everybody's talking all this stuff about me, Why don't they just let me live?

Another day, another tale of rape and another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate. I’m not the only one who finds it hard to understand, I’m not afraid of God

¡I am afraid of injustice!.

Your misery and hate will kill us all .Do you fight it to the end

                                     (Singing to my killers)

Everyone is so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites

Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave

Im forgotten they will sacrifice me for the Jesus of your luxurya

Underneath it all they’re just savages in everyone hidden behind shirts, ties and marriages. How could we expect anything at all? We’re just animals still learning how to crawl.

That disease's growing, it's an epidemic I'm scared that there ain't a cure meanwhile the world believes it and I'm going crazy, I cannot take any more.

My memory will carry on and on i carry through the fears

Do or die

Wont explain or say i'm sorry

They´re from a whole  becoming from another world that different dimensión.

Cause my cHips dont lie.

Tell me what’s wrong with society

Is everybody going crazy? Is anybody gonna sell my house?  Can anybody tell me what’s going on?

Tell me what’s going on cause If you open your eyes  You’ll see that something is wrong.

                                      Part. III: SUICIDAL ACTS.

I.                    PILLS

Me and my head high and my tears dry my odds are stacked

Why am I doing this to myself? Losing my  in don a tiny error

Don’t lose who you are, in the blur of the stars! Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,

¡Im not their Twisted Trans(gender)istor!

II.                  BLOOD

But since you been gone I can breathe for the first time

I’m so moving on yeah yeah Thanks to you, now I get what I want

III.                WATER

I'll go back to black, we only said (nothing) with words I died a hundred times

Im not your Everybody's fool, I just wanna live and i don't really care about the things that they say i don't really care about what happens to me

IV.                THE SILENCE

IM NOT Jesus of (your Luxurya) Suburbia, I come alone and alone Ill die

°°°

                                      Part. IV TO FAKING LOVERS.

He (or She), you’re an alien,

if you loved me, you would be here with me

and I'm sick of the lies, and you're too late.

So don’t bother, me I won’t die of depression, I promise myself  won’t ever see me cry

Don’t feel pitty but he’s waiting the ring you gave to his will lose its shine

So don’t bother, be unkind

                                       Part: V. UNHOLY PRAYERS

I

All my life I've been so lonely

All in the name of my goals

Still, you'd like to think you know me.

II

In the religion of the insecure I must be myself, respect my youth.

III

¡No, not gonna die tonight Ive gotta stand and fight forever!

IV

I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scars,

V

How long must I wait? 'Till you learn that it's too late

How long must I cry?'Till you know that i really tried

How long must I try?'Till you learn that my dreaming's hard

How long must you dream?'Till you heal my bleeding soul

Never mind my bleeding soul

VI

Cause London calling, London calling, London is calling with his bridge broken by that fallen pedestal.

VII

And no matter how hard you try

I'll always belong in the sky.

                        Part: VI AGAINST manly GIRLS VS  girly BOYS

¡Im not pretty boy im just a girl not a héroe!

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.

¡Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister!

I don’t mind, let you down easy but just give me time If it don’t hurt now but just wait, just wait a while. Ain't it fun? Living in the real world. Ai'’t it good? Doing all alone

Ain’t it good to be on your own? Ain’t it fun you can't count on no one? Ain’t it good to be on your own? Ain’t it fun you can count on no one? Ain’t it fun? You see it’s easy to ignore trouble when you’re living in your bubble

Chanel this, Chanel that, Chanal that shit hell yeah

(This is how they do)

Santa Marmota, chique, at La Super Rica Mamazota, stealing tacos, checking out jotties since now they talking astrology, getting their nails did, all Japanese-y this goes out to all you people going to bed with a ten and waking up with a zero.

                                   GIRLY IN VISION:

They so gay and they don't even like boys with their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny feets

You're so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal You're so skinny you should super size the deal

Secretly you're so amused That nobody understands you

¡Like it or not, even though she´s a lot like me!

                               MANLY IN VISION:

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back what happened to the dreams of a girl president?

Where, oh where, have the smart people gone? Oh where, oh where could they be?

They travel in packs of two or three, stupid girls, Push up my bra like that, ¡I don't wanna be a stupid girl!

                           SEXUS CONVEXUS MEXICANUS.

Pretty will you fuck me girl, silly I'm so lucky boy, Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid faggot!

Pretty would you fuck me boy, silly I'm so lucky girl, Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid lesbian!

¡So fix your eyes and get up! Yes, No's, egos, fake shows

Couldn't take the blame, they are sick with shame must be exhausting to lose your own game selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded

I'm so glad that I'll never fit in, that will never be me

And after all I’m glad that I’m not their type

       Part. VII GNOME KINGSLANDING VS ARROGANTS TALLEST IVARIES.

The knife wants to slit me

You had to have it all, Well have you had enough? You greedy little bastard, You will get what you deserve. When all is said and done, I will be the one to leave you in the misery and hate what you've become. You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind.

When you're gone we want you all to know, I'll carry on and in my heart I cant contain it

¡Land of make believe That don't believe in me, Land of make believe that I don't believe in me and I don't care!

It's me versus everyone else

                                   Part. VIII: CRYING IN THEIR HATE ABYSS.

Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading so sick and tired of all the needless beating. Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head.

My prerogative: ¡Cause im born this way and im my hair!

How could I have burned Paradise how could I, my dreams were never mine?

I don't love you like I did Yesterday

[wang-yeon]

Chewing gum (Park Jimin X reader)

Warning: cursing, sexual themes, smut I guess, raunchy language, mentions of alcohol, slight mention of drugs but not really, fluffy fluff

Summary: y/n has enough piled on her plate being a full time college student and began a virgin is added to the list. In seek to ridden her purity  she attempts to find the right guy. Little does she know that the right guy is more interested in something else rather than her purity.

college is a stressful time for any young adult struggling with their inner bullshit. Each day you are faced with a new face on campus. A new story. Friendships bond over simple conversations that start from  inconsequential talk to a mind bending relationship. Just the simple thought is to send anyone into over drive. The simple crave to have a relationship was enough to impassion or have great value to someone resulting in a great impact in there lives. enough to last a life time.

Out of all the faces in the crowd that including mine, I was the only sad bastard that desired this feeling while everyone else establish it without minding a blink. If only they knew how lucky they truly were to have a lucky someone. It doesn't even have to be someone, anyone. Sometimes we just need anyone. It doesn't matter who it is. Just anyone to remind us what's it like to live in the moment, and feel something before its over completely.

Sure I did have that one person that attempted to pursue these unrealistic goals. His name was Jeon Jungkook , but he often went by the name of Jungcock. I remember that specific moment he tried to be that anyone, making me live in the moment but very poorly.

I had came to the conclusion that it was a brilliant idea to lose my virginity the night me and jungkook had attended a forced religious study brought to you by my ever so 'loving' parents. This making it the perfect setting to fuck, sorry to put it bluntly but these were the thoughts that once surfaced my sick teenage brain. Of course the mood hadn't been set, while I was completely ignoring it jungkook was soaking in the awkwardness.

Many attempts later trying to get jungkook off he finally lets out a cry, which I totally took the wrong way. Thinking it was a cry from pleasure I began jerking him off faster making his face  contort into a painful expression. I evidently got the hint once he busted out into tears. I had planned the night out to the brim but what I didn't imagine was to have a crying jungkook, patting him awkwardly as he poured out his gay fantasies.

Safe to say ever since that night I had reminded a virgin. Which isn't wrong I just didn't want to live this depriving life anymore. yes there was always porn but that never works out for me. see before the porn even started I would already find myself turned on, just like any horny virgin stuck in college.

As soon as I would click on the 'adult entertainment' the plot beings instantly killing my lady boner. it doesn't add up to me, I come on the site for one thing to simple pleasure myself by seeing a 7-10 minute film filled with satisfying moans but instead I'm faced with a full on movie with a real plot as if they are gonna win a Oscar.

I had been convinced that my vagina had been broken. so I hide myself from the world. Surviving from ramen noodles and red bulls I was all set. I was to afraid that the world would perceive me differently because of this. People would often use my virginity to their advantage, seeing my purity as a prize. My only source being able to hide. until my roommate told me other wise. she had brought up how I wasn't being social that being one of the reasons my vagina had magically stopped working. It just gave up.

My vagina wants convinced no one wanted it because it was untouched and pure. Like a flower, if that flower was all fucked up suffering from her dumbass roommate.     

Hours passed as she attempted to revamp my whole being. almost to the point of looking like a stripper. not to insult the strippers out there, I'm sure your definitely doing better off then me. the only reason why I decided to try and go to this party was not because of my new found appearance or because my roommates boyfriend namjoon would be getting the alcohol but because I was simply promised food.

nothing more nothing less.

there wasn't even food.

nothing but alcohol.

My roommate had left me by the time we got through the door leaving me to awkwardly pretend like I'm having an intimate fake conversation on the phone. "whos the lucky guy?" my attention was cut sort as I turned around being faced with a cheeky brunette who I must say had an award winning smile. His face was sure enough to kick start my broken vagina

(I am so sorry, I wrote this at 2am and I am now realizing what the fuck is wrong with me)

"the guy on the phone, or is it a girl. It is the 21st century and all." the overly handsome boy said pointing to my phone.

He must had heard the conversation between me and...well nobody sensing I had no one to talk to besides myself.

"Oh it was nobody." I say waving him off a with a slight smile, one that couldn't compete to his. it was weird that I was feeling such fondness to someone I haven't properly met, but damn was he good to look at.

"Oh well if it was nobody then I guess they wouldn't mind if I introduced myself." I never nodded my head as fast I did  in that moment, I swear I almost broke my neck. I was still in the process of trying to figure out what he wanted to do with me. if only he knew what lied beneath all this stripper exterior. again no disrespect to strippers.

"My name is park jimin, but you can just call me jimin I don't mind. what about you? a beautiful girl like you must have a name."

He had me wrapped around his finger

"Oh my names Y/N, you can call me Y/N noting special I'm sorry." I played off my awkwardness with a quick deprived laugh.

"woah."

"what?" I began to panic searching my face for any minor detail on my face as his small statement worried me.

"Oh nothing, its just I cant believe someone as perfect as you could also share the name of a goddess." Jimin held a sweet exterior and I wanted nothing more than to see what he could actually be capable of when he gets the upper hand. it took everything in me to not rip his clothes off.

a small tug on my dress brought me out of my 'I need to fuck jimin' phase, as I turned around a complete bored expression painted my face. my roommate had come in at the most imperfect time. she had been the one to come up with the idea to get my broken vagina back in the works. I haven't even seen her this entire party and she pops up now. this must mean that I wasn't meant to have sex with jimin.

ha lets be honest I'm still gonna have sex with jimin.

but before I could take any sort of action my oh so lovely roommate decided to tug me off with her to a beer pong table. Jimin still sported his loving smile while I was being tugged away but soon deflated as I grew further away. well looks like I lost the only chance of sex tonight. I was placed at the head of the table, the horizon filled with seas of solo red cups with what I assumed were filled with beer.a happy roommate by my side wishing I could share the same expression but remained the unamused expression. That was until I found out who we were playing against.

"Hey jimin get over here, I cant lose to my girlfriend and her roommate." my head immediately shot up at namjoons mention of jimin. my head fully coming up from its previous stances as I face jimin.

He flashes me a smirk and bites his lips as he made eye contact with me. I noticed that he had gained more confidence due to his kill worthy actions and as I look over at the cups in my view and cant help but eagerly wonder how much more confidence jimin can gain by the simple sip of a cup. or two. the couple of rounds were spent by many laughs and the splashes of the ball hitting the intoxicating beer. as the rounds went on we saw the game as nothing but a blur enjoining each others company.

namjoon and roommate had been all over each other while me and jimin oh so subtlety flirted and shared affectionate glances. these actions were enough to send me into over drive.

I began to completely forget about the game as the sound of the ball hitting the rim clinked in my ears every chance I got. jimin retrieved the ball before sparing me a glance.

"This shot goes out to my lucky lady!" Jimin said clearly intoxicated but so was everyone at that party including myself. he still managed to make my heart swell even in his drunken oblivion.

"Go ahead kiss the ball baby, your my little good luck charm." jimin said shoving the ball in my face.

This situation already was weird by his choice of words but grew weirder as he shoved the ball in my face. none of the less I kissed the ball still remaining eye contact with him which he found oddly sexy.

"Maybe one on the lips for extra good luck." Oh park jimin was gonna be the death of me. I had to be a complete idiot to deny this. I placed my arms around his neck as he placed his around my waist. our lips were centimenairs apart, thesecual tensions driving us to close the gap.

"Hey don't give him all of your luck, we don't want them to win!" my roommate said as she proceeded to pull me and jimin apart. we both let out a loud sigh going back in our previous position. remind me to get a new roommate. eventfully jimin made the cup earning a satisfying splashing victory fill his teams ears.

I quickly reached for the cup noticing it being different from the cups, it being marked as 'the krusty krab secret formula'. Of course I drank it but as everyones face twisted into a scared expression I went quiet.

"Woah, whats wrong with you guys?"

"Joon, she took the special one...The dru-"

"I fucking know, cant you see me freaking out. maybe she'll be okay."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHELL BE OKAY?! She just took a few grams of-"

"Lets go to the pool!"

Those had to be the most awkward moments for me. I stood there silently observing as namjoon and roommate attempted to have a quiet conversation about something I couldn't catch on to. I could tell jimin was just as confused as I was, but couldn't really focus on anything as I began to see pretty shapes and colors I could distinguish.

I somehow managed to make my way to the pool, in a very unstable fashion do to the liquids in my system. Everyone in the pool had took the liberty to swim in their underwear, so I followed along.

I felt a small tap on my shoulders turning around being faced with a the shit eating smirk that was painted on his face ever since the alcohol began lurking in his system. this was certainly a good thing as it was directing us to have a more direct conversation rather than sober.

"I thought I lost you for a second, couldn't lose someone as beautiful as you." To jimin he may have been saying the most simplest of things to me it was as if he was reciting a poem deep from his heart. For all I know he probably says this to countless amount of girls, what made me so special?

I quickly covered it up with a laugh and splashing water in his face which wasn't the best idea. The water had gotten trapped in his hair causing the once straight hair to become wet and stick to his forehead. Making him grow hotter.

Jimin responded by grabbing me by the waist and placing me on his shoulder, letting a yelp fall from my mouth.

"Jimin let me down." I protested but secretly knew that I didn't want him to let go. "Alright." Jimin obliged as he let go of me, a loud splash filled the atmosphere as both our bodies fell underneath the pools surface. I closed my eyes attempting to reach the surface of the pool before feeling a body collide with mine. I quickly came up to the surface with a dazed expression as my arms were locked around jimins neck and his on my waist.

It was sure enough to shock the both of us being in that position but was it a bad thing. "Look at that, I think I saved your life."

"I think you deserve an award due to such braver." I knew that my comment was risky but my actions were enough to diagnose me as borderline crazy. I had managed to easily wrap my legs around jimins waist bringing us at a closer proximity.

"Oh? I was hopping for just a kiss." Of course he was. Jimin didn't want me. He was far better then any of the guys I had ever thought of losing my virginity to. I took my legs off from around him. Looks like I was shit out of luck.

"I mean it certainly isn't a bad thing. I'm sure every part of you looks good...taste good." Jimin said seductively licking his lips as he brought my legs back around his waist. My cheeks began to flame a crimson color at his statement.

"Is this what you say to all of your girls?"

"I'm flattered that you think I have girls lined up but when will you notice it's only you. Your so beautiful. Every aspect of you. Your personality. Your beautiful body. Your perfect baby." Jimin finished his heartfelt sentence with a firm squeeze on my ass making it the icing on the cake.

I carefully brought my lips to his needing the feel of our lips together. The kiss started off slow almost as afraid it would end at any moment but as it progressed we began to become intoxicated by he kiss. The alcohol already consuming our system has added to the ecstasy flowing through as intensifying the feeling. Jimin backed slowly to the pool wall his hands beginning to wander to my core. My stomach tightened at his gesture letting a low moan fall from my lips. Encouraging his confidence.

"I wanna feel you baby, is that okay?" I nodded eagerly as his hands guided his way to my heat. His hands began to circle around my clit as he began kissing my neck leaving his love bites. Truth be told was I never had an orgasm, well no guy had ever gave me an organism. It was usually always my sex deprived self left alone to take care of my business making this a completely different experience. It had gotten so intense to the point that I couldn't control my moans. Jimin attempted to silence them with his lips only making me crave the moment even more. 

He began to tease my opening, the euphoria coming in contact with my body once again. I couldn't take it anymore the feeling of the euphoria running through my body sending it into overdrive. I quickly grabbed jimins hands signaling him to stop. After all the setting we were in was a pool. Surrounded by people. Clearly Jimin couldn't help it. Somehow he did manage to extract his hands from my heat.

"Sorry, you were just so wet I couldn't help myself." It's like he wanted to take me right then and there which I would have obliged to but due to the scene sadly the circumstances couldn't have been the same.

"Jimin, it's like your trying to kill me!" I said hitting Jimin lightly on the arm embarrassed by his abrupt statement. Jimin thought nothing of it as he smiled into my neck giggling lightly.

"Don't hide your smile, it makes me insides melt." maybe the alcohol lurking in my system wasn't as good as his. I couldn't stop the flow of words leaving my mouth. each coming out after the next, each word more dirtier than the next. Even though jimin had the chance to swim away from me he didn't, choosing to stay. I had came to the conclusion that he was absoultuly insane, lucky for him I am to. obviously.

"Well I have to say seeing you in such minimal clothing really makes me want me take you here right now." Jimin said going along with conversation but his dirty talk was far better than mine, it also having a greater affect.

"And seeing you in this pool,water all over your body. Oh baby I'm sure you can be wetter than this." By this point I was dripping and ready for my virginity to be gracefully taken by park jimin.

We had managed to stumble up the steps with drunken kisses in  search of the nearest bedroom in need to relieve the tension. Panic began to roll through my body as we entered the room, jimin quickly closing the door pushing me into the wall where he continued to kiss me. His hands soon diverted to the inside of my thighs growing closer to my heat. This simple action caused a loud moan to escape from my lips surprising jimin before a dark expression rolled over his face.

Jimin quickly picked me up placing me on the bed where he got in between my thighs ever so slightly and gently grinding against my core. At an agonizing rate. I wanted more lifting my hips meeting his thrusting making him let a deep groan but silencing it as his lips connected to my neck, me responding constantly to each mark he made.

"Hey can we try something?" I said in a quiet voice, not trusting myself to speak to loud afraid I would let out a loud moan. Jimin nodded his head but still continued his journey on leaving soft purple marks on my neck.  I pushed him back a little before taking my shirt off causing jimins heart to quicken and his eyes to widen.

"Um may...May touch..Your um." I laughed at the new jimin before me. One who was stuttering due to nervousness. It was as if the confidence drained from him as I gided his hands to my clothed boobs. it was cute to see him venerable. His hands remained stiff before he squeezed them slightly making a quiet moan leave my lips.

 This obviously encouraging him he continued his actions before I reached to updo my bra to which he stopped me. "Hey its okay, we don't have to do any drastic."

"Oh, um okay." I took my hand away from my bra straps bringing them to my side.

I had never gone this far with a guy and when I almost had they were never as indering as jimin was. I looked over his features before placing his face in my hands connecting our lips together. I climbed on his lap enjoying the sounds falling from his lips and I'm sure he felt the same as for me. I slowly grinded my hips feeling his member poke my thigh.

I proceeded to take off his shirt feeling over his muscles liking the skin to skin contact.  our tonuges began to battle for dominance, I gided my ran to his member causing me to win the battle.  I quickly reached for his zipper bringing it down before he stopped me.

"Hey calm down, we don't have to go this fast. We don't even have to have sex if you want to?" It cared that he worried about me and my thoughts but in reality I wanted nothing more but to fuck him and finally be ridden rom my virginity. "sorry I'm just really nervous."

"hey its okay like I said we don't have to do anything, I still think your a cool girl." a cool girl? I wanted be so much more than a cool girl, but I didn't protest instead just silently accepting.

"Yeah, we can still hang out, without doing anything major."

"Yeah, I would love to keep on talking to the beautiful girl I met tonight. Well I guess I should take you home." And just like that my virginity dreams were crushed. 

jimin had managed to drive me back to my dorm room with the help of making sure I was in the right state of mind. I invited him into the dorm with open arms as he excepted it insisting he needed to nurse me back to health. aka he wanted to have sex with me. at least I think I sat fidgeting on my bed as jimin retrieved some water for me, and then proceeding to sit on the bed with me crossing his fingers. as we both sat in silence.

filling the air with tension.

"I'm sorry." I say as my lips quivered realizing my idiotic behavior that occurred throughout the night.

"Oh baby you don't need to be sorry, sure the night didn't go as we planned but one thing for sure is that I met a beautiful girl through it."

Their he goes again saying romantic things making my heart swoon. why did he have to be so perfect. to perfect. someone I couldn't get no matter how hard I longed for.

"Oh please, I'm not beautiful. sure with the makeup I look descent but besides that, I look identical to a trashcan." Jimin had a bored expression playing on his face as these words left my mouth not beliving a word that flowed from my mouth.

"Okay you want me to be honest? You remind me of a flower, a flower that is anything but beautiful and worthy, at least that's what people may think. but when you bloom and open up to the people around you that's when your beauty shows. You need to open up to people more instead of opening your legs to get to the source, because that doesn't matter like your personality ."

Sure the beginning of the sentence didn't begin off oh so glamorous but it was the message that he proclaimed that caused his statement to come off sincere. In that moment I realized that I was looking for something when something else had already found me. what I'm trying to say is that I was seeking to lose my virginity something that means a lot to a person, that's all I was focused on.

While jimin was focused on the likeability, he didn't care about my sex appeal just about my heart. That's all he was seeking  for, just someone he could care for. He found me. I was to naïve to realize it. I was lost in my head. He was lost in his heart. He wasn't as lost as I was, I was far beyond lost that I couldn't make sense of it or why it was meant for me but yet I began to be drawn to it all. 

Now as we lay in my bed mindlessly kissing Id like to think after all the tragic events that occurred that somehow he feels the same. So perhaps being connected to someone and not in a sexual  derogatory manor but rather as a close relationship. This being something I had craved all along. The need to need someone, anyone.

Jimins hands carefully holding my waist making me feel like I am as fragile and delicate as a doll. His care makes me feel as if I was his main priority. Its crazy after one night how quick a connection can occur between two people. weather it be a friendship or sexual encounter.

I had thought about what the world thinks of me. My appearance. my personality. My virginity. every aspect of me. I have thought about this for so long that some parts of me have changed to fit the life of others I achieved to once be. I can see now that virginity has nothing to do with these aspects.Just some sorry excuses i used, blocking out the real problem. I longed for a human connection.

His soft snores filled my ears his arms wrapping tighter around me as if he's afraid that ill leave. I had someone who cares about me and shows open affection, and if at least one person can see my true self/ beauty instead of seeing my virginity as a title. then I can have the will power to show my true self and actually open up to the people I care for the most.

A/n I wanted to post this story sometime sooner but turns out a special person was giving birth and I had to go witnesses it and I saw EVERYTHING but I manage to finish the writing while she gave birth. also I'm thinking about a part two

[rowdysakura]

The Drama You’ve Been Craving - Rizumo Week 2017

title: the drama you’ve been craving rating: t fandom: ao no exorcist / blue exorcist characters: izumo kamiki, rin okumura, unnamed exorcist fic series (on ao3): all the good in me is because of you (it’s true) dedicated to: @crxdus / @demirin

Izumo twitches. Just a small tick in her right brow. It’s enough to make the poor exorcist manning the missions desk want to turn tail and run and never ever look back. Thankfully, it’s the reptilian part of his brain screaming in fear over being a very, very small prey in front of a very, very dangerous predator or else he might have pissed himself. As it is, he’s sending heartfelt prayers to whatever deity or ancestor that may be listening to him to let him out of this encounter alive.

In turn, Izumo can only wonder when everyone around her started turning into blubbering idiots.

Slowly, the young woman places her hands on the desk before leaning into the other exorcist’s space with a firm scowl in place. It’s a bit more difficult than usual with her newly found girth around the middle, but the table isn’t too high and Izumo manages it just fine once she goes a bit up on her toes.

“I’m sorry,” Izumo begins, not sounding sorry at all. In fact, she sounds sweetly sinister. “Could you repeat that?”

The man behind the desk can only cower as he slowly draws up a hard backed folder in the hair’s breadth space between their two faces. He looks entirely too relieved as he flips it open, forcing the young woman before him to draw back, revealing a missive of some sorts.

“I-I-I said th-that--ehem, I said that as of today, Miss Kamiki, you’re no longer allowed to take any True Cross sanctioned jobs, no matter the Branch. It’s not a permanent ban just a sort of ah, probation due to your, um, your current, ah, circumstances,” finishes the man, eyes darting meaningfully from Izumo’s extended belly and her eyes and back. He totally nailed it.

“’Circumstances?’”

Something twists in the man’s gut. Her tone is carefully light, airy, as if she could not care less. Considering this is Arc Knight Kamiki Izumo, the True Cross’s single biggest workaholic after one Okumura Yukio, he highly doubts that’s the case. An odd sense of impending doom descends over the man. He’s going to die, he realizes, Kamiki is going to kill him. He can run and she will most literally shoot the messenger or he can stay put and be strangled to death.

The inevitability of his end brings a sort of calm to the man. He nods easily before answering almost inaudibly, “Yes.”

Izumo makes a sort of noise of acknowledgement before her dangerously narrowed eyes slide to look at her partner, one Rin Okumura, beside her.

Rin, who had been watching the exchange with a sort of detached amusement, stiffens as a strange, immediate need to surrender shoots through him. His eyes shift to meet Izumo’s gaze even has his hands come up in defense.

“Oi! I’m only an honorary Knight anymore! I don’t have anything to do with this!” the half-demon splutters in alarm, his hands waving frantically in front of him.

Izumo’s gaze snaps back to the exorcist behind the desk who also throws up him hands in surrender, dropping the folder.

“By whose order?”

“S-sir Pheles--!”

“Ha, Pheles can’t ban me from all branches he’s only in charge of the Japanese Branch...,” she trails off, a triumphant glint in her eyes and the curve of her mouth. It shouldn’t take very long at all to send her familiars to a nearby branch and gain a mission there. Damned demon meddling in her family life. So what if he’s an uncle of sorts?

“Erm, well, Sir Pheles suggested it but, well, the current Paladin is the, uh, one, who approved it so--,” the exorcist’s throat closes up in terror as the fire in Izumo’s eyes reaches a new pitch. A mere moment later absolute relief courses through the desk exorcist, causing him to slip slowly, bonelessly, from his chair to the floor when the red-eyed menace turns completely away from him to focus on her husband.

“Yukio, hm?”

Sweat began to bead along Rin’s forehead.

“Well...he is a Doctor so maybe he has the right idea, yanno! You should probably take a break especially so close to your final months. It at least couldn’t hurt...? Um, Izumo, where are you going?”

“Just to have a chat with my brother-in-law, is all,” replies Izumo airily, stalking in the direction of the nearest door, the Paladin’s office key in hand.

“W-wait!”

Rin gives a quick apologetic bow to the exorcist now slumped on the floor before scrambling after his wife.

“Izumo, wife, dearest, love, light of my life, you can’t go threatening Yukio! He’s the Paladin! I’m pretty sure that’s like one-hundred percent illegal!”

“I’m pregnant, Rin! Not sick or fragile or wilting away!”

The purple-haired woman jams her key into the door before yanking it to reveal the waiting area before Yukio’s office.

“B-but! The baby!”

The half demon rushes after her, closing the door much more gently behind them.

“Exercise is good for the baby,” Izumo counters ruthlessly turning a glare onto the trailing Rin. Her arms cross defensively in front of her chest. “And don’t think I don’t know you talked with him. He wouldn’t have done it, otherwise, seeing as last time I knew he trusted in my abilities as an exorcist.”

Rin fiddles nervously with Kurikara’s strap across his chest, an anxious grimace pulling at his features.

“It’s not...it’s not you I don’t trust, Izumo!” he blurts out in a half yell, coming to a stop. His gaze firmly fixed on the floor. “I-I know you’re great--you’re the best I know and I wouldn’t want anyone else at my back but...mistakes can happen. Exorcists can get overwhelmed or tricked or hurt no matter how good they are.”

He rocks a bit on his feet, anxiety rising with no response from Izumo, before forging ahead more quietly.

“I’ve always worried about that, y’know? It’s not just because you’re pregnant. It’s just now...now, its more than you, it’s our kid, too. And it kinda seems like you...don’t even really care? You’re just the same reckless you taking the same dangerous jobs. And I know I’m one to talk but I just...,” Rin finishes with an explosive sigh before only shrugging. His eyes do not leave the floor in front of him as his tail lashes to and fro behind him.

There’s a long pause of silence broken suddenly by the sound of Izumo’s ever decisive footsteps. Her boots come into his view as she stops. She doesn’t say a thing.

Lips thinning, Rin raises his gaze from Izumo’s heavy boots, noting bare calves, thin capris, and her over sized, waist length, and unbuttoned exorcist’s jacket. A far cry from her usual, more protective outfit of thick pants, arm and leg guards, and full length jacket, much like Rin wore now. It’s too vulnerable, too exposed, and leaves him feeling sick with worry.

When he finally reaches her face, he’s surprised. Izumo’s arms are still crossed, he had expected to see something like irritation or anger once finally meeting her stare but instead there’s something soft. Appreciation, understanding, and care edged with a deep affection. Even after all this time his heart still skips a beat when Izumo turns such looks on him.

He’s such a sap, really.

“Izumo...?”

She sighs, gently, before spreading her arms. Not one to pass up a rare invitation such as this, Rin immediately steps forward to scoop her up into a hug, resting his chin on her shoulder. Izumo had stayed short while Rin had shot up in his final years of puberty and now she had an extra bump he needed to bend around, but Rin wouldn’t mind all the back cramps in the world so long as he got to hold her.

Izumo’s arms come up around him in turn as she presses her face against his opposite shoulder.

“I know,” she murmurs, voice muffled against him. “I know all of that and I do care. I do worry. Why do you think I bring you with me now?”

Rin hums in consideration. Finally, he replies, “Because you like to boss me around?”

Izumo seems to choke on air as she smacks his back, an indignant cry bubbling out, “Rin!”

Her husband only laughs as they draw apart to look at each other, bringing a soft smile to Izumo’s face.

“Just checking! Just checking,” he snickers, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Izumo only rolls her eyes, huffing out in an haughty manner, “Well, I suppose it is a bonus.”

“H-hey!”

Izumo sighs, hands dropping from Rin’s to grasp one of Rin’s between them, “I bring you with because I trust you to watch out for me when I can’t watch out for myself. There’s nothing I don’t trust you to keep me safe from.”

She smiles up at Rin, her expression full of absolute confidence in him.

Rin feels his mouth drop open. His eyes wide in startled wonderment. The flame of his love for her, ever present, seems to suffuse out from his chest, filling him with warmth until he’s near bursting with tenderness. He kisses her and Izumo’s face flushes almost immediately, burning a cherry red even as she returns it.

When they pull apart, Rin cant help the grin that splits his face or the way his tail wags excitedly behind him. His own cheeks and pointed ears are flushed as well but its fine, he doesn’t mind looking the fool as long as it’s for Izumo.

“You’re such a sap,” Rin tells her delightedly, drawing a flustered protest from her, before pressing yet another kiss to her forehead. “I can’t believe you like me that much.”

“We’re married!”

“I know!” he says, just as excited as the first time she’d said so. The grins slips away suddenly as he seems to realize something. His tail droops low as he slumps, peering at Izumo through his lashes. “I’m still worried, though.”

Izumo only tilts her head to the side, smile still in place as she returns Rin’s scrutiny.

“Hmmm, how about a compromise, then?” she asks, watching Rin perk up curiously. “I won’t quit taking missions completely, I just can’t just sit around doing nothing, it’ll drive me up every wall, but I’ll start taking more lower ranked ones, okay?”

“...and I’ll still come with?” questions Rin after a moment’s pause.

“Of course.”

“Heh, well, I can’t argue with that. As long as you’re happy and safe, I’m okay with it,” he declares, pressing their foreheads together affectionately.

Dryly, Izumo replies, “So glad you approve.”

“Mm, so does this mean you won’t yell at Yukio now?” asks her husband hopefully. He’s taken both her hands in his, rubbing a thumb soothingly over the backs of them.

Forehead touches and hand rubbing is usually a good enough distraction to pull Izumo from whatever warpath she’s set herself on. It’s a good move and has saved many a person from evisceration by spoon...when it’s worked. How unfortunate today is not one of those days.

Izumo smiles serenely at up Rin and kisses him gently on the nose.

“Oh, no,” she says, tone positively the embodiment of sweetness. “He’s dead to me, now.”

Rin sighs forlornly.

“I’ll get the mop.”

[askmyboys]

Samael Galloway and Phobos Bates

Name: Samael Galloway | Nicknames: Sam/Gallows | Gender: Male | Age: Unknown | Species/Race: Human??? I mean- he sure don't act like one lmao | Height: 7'3" | Occupation: Mortician/Undertaker (whatever ya wanna call that) | Hair Color: Dark Brown (his hairstyle isn't very prominent, his hair is just thin and long and covers his eyes most of the time) | Eye Color: Dull Gray | Appearance: He wears a long black leather trench coat with a simple black shirt underneath it, he also has a long gray tie he wears along with the outfit as well, and of course he wears some black pants- (no, he doesn't wear all black just bc he's a mortician- he legit just likes the color more so than anything else), he wears a black homburg hat, he also of course wears black combat boots, annd he's got black leather gloves he wears as well (not fingerless), and to get this outta the way- he's got a circle beard- he doesn't... actually ever wear anything else much, that's his main attire like constantly- | Personality: woo boy here comes the hardest thing to explain... I will say he's cold and the epitome of evil essentially- to every one of the townsfolk and well- every being that's come in contact with him will say that, he isn't one to be messed with, he doesn't like people at all in the slightest and will only tolerate them for business purposes, he IS a mortician/undertaker after all, there's only one person he seems to not mind in the slightest- and that would be the Pallbearer that he works with, he is the only one Samael lets stay around, when he desires he can be pretty sick, twisted, and definitely cruel- He despises how many people try to snoop and spy on him to see what he's up to, he definitely believes the whole "curiosity killed the cat saying" and takes it v e r y literally, he isn't a talker- he's silent 99% of the time but when he needs too he WILL speak (tl;dr: Cold/Epitome of evil to most people but I mean what can they REALLY do, they have no actual proof he does evil things, he's also the only mortician/undertaker around so yeaahhh, he isn't one to be messed with tho- and their not wrong, will tolerate people but only for business purposes and nothing more, he doesn't seem to like anyone but the Pallbearer he works with and he can and will tolerate, when desired he can be sick/twisted/cruel, he h a t e s people trying to spy on his work or what he's doing when no one's around, takes curiosity killed the cat p literally in a way, doesn't speak 99% of the time but can if he needs, has absolutely killed a few people himself, DEFINITELY buried people alive before, he seems to enjoy the death and the sounds of grief as edgy as that sounds its true) | Side Facts: god- he's gonna sound so edgy but he's supposed to be this scary, creepy, disturbing dude- so anyways, he also enjoys building caskets- its actually fun to him to build these and to know he's either going to put someone who's dead or alive in here, something about that is... Satisfying to him, oh he also sleeps in a casket he built personally for himself- the inside is a dull gray cushion-y like material, meanwhile the outside has a rustic wood texture and it looks pretty scratched and beat up actually (its also a very dark brown/umber-like color), he also usually hangs around his little Cemetery in his spare time, going around and looking at the graves and the souls he's put to rest there essentially, he doesn't actually do much in his spare time really- he doesn't even go out into the town much himself unless the pallbearer is accompanying him even then, sometimes if its simple enough- he'll legit just send the other to go get the stuff he needs. and btw- while I'm at it- here's the fuckin Pallbearer's desc | Name: Phobos Bates | Gender: Male | Age: Unknown | Height: 5'2" | Occupation: Pallbearer | Species/Race: Human? He also doesnt fucking act like a human | Hair Color: Pitch Black with gray on the sides (slicked back hair) | Eye Color: Lava Gray | Appearance: Phobos usually wears a black suit with a white vest and underneath- oh and he's got a matching tie to go with his outfit, matching black pants and some rather fancy looking shoes to match as well, he mostly just has suits for his attire, all dark colors (he knows Samael cant stand bright colors or anything really colorful in general, so he keeps his outfits white, gray, and black), even the clothes he sleeps in is nothing special- just dark colored pajamas n such, and again to get the simple part out of the way- he's also got a circle beard as well, he's got no scars but he does have very dark circles under his eyes n such. | Personality: Has high respect for his mortician and is very loyal and honest to him, I wouldn't say its out of fear at all, he just legit holds high respect for this being... He's seen the pure evil, hatred, and all other dark things in this being's eyes, he's not even sure Samael is human himself, it wouldn't surprise him if he wasn't, truth be told, if Phobos REALLY wants he can definitely be just as dark as Sam can be, just as evil, he isn't afraid to do any dirty work either, while he knows not to step out of line and will usually let Samael do stuff unless given specific command to do so himself, he's like a lackey in a FEW ways, he's always the one to tell Sam that "there's someone who has gotten a l i t t l e too curious about us..." he knows that if Samael REALLY wanted, he could easily be disposed of by this being, he isn't got the strength or anything to stop him, but honestly... He probably wouldn't even try to anyways- he is THAT loyal and dedicated to this being (tl;dr: has high respect, loyalty and honesty towards his mortician, its not out of fear either, he's seen the pure evil, hatred and god knows what else just by looking into Samael's eyes which he doesn't see very often due to the other's hair usually covering his entire face p much, he CAN and WILL be just as dark as the mortician can be and isn't afraid to do any dirty work either, he just doesn't want to step out of line and usually lets Samael handle things unless given a specific command, he's sorta like a lackey, knows if Samael desired he'd be killed in a heartbeat but he wouldn't fight back or try to stop him solely out of loyalty and dedication, the one to alert Samael to intruders essentially, he does have some degree of control around the place I mean he IS the pallbearer and he WILL do his duties as well) | Side Facts: Like a Pallbearer typically will, he rolls the caskets out when necessary n all that, im too lazy to type up all what a pallbearer does rn but you get it im sure- anyways, Samael actually built him a casket as well which at first... he won't ever deny, it DID unnerve him but it turns out, Samael told him its a bed, and then showed him the inside which was pearl white cushion-y material, much like his own except for the inside color and outside color (outside color is black), Phobos of course did feel honored that Samael would even do such a thing for him ((listen, ok- I know he only tolerates Phobos but he's not going to let his Pallbearer fucking sleep on the ground or some shit)), they practically live in their little funeral parlor or whatever you wanna call it and the graveyards, like Samael- he does also actually hate people who snoop around, he just wants these pesky people to leave him and his mortician alone, he knows how mad Samael gets at them and he really can't blame them, after all- nobody likes a person sneaking around their property... Phobos is, again, he is usually the one doing the talking both for business and if he lures someone to Samael himself n all that jazz, he's also the one who mainly goes out into town to get supplies or things they both may need, he has only heard Sam speak a few times, maybe even only once or twice in his life and every time he hears that voice, even HE can't help but shudder, its so... unnatural sounding for a human voice, so deep and even raspy at times...

[imovedtoyellowrvvm]

a Q and A pete did on his live journal

crap. i was telling patrick he had to update just a few days ago and i dunno why but i didnt even realize i had to too so here goes. it was my sons birthday yesterday and we had a party at his grandparents house which was a lot of fun. i love seeing him grow up and as much as i loved being a part of fob or being a part of black cards like i am now i really like the time i have with my family. i am still young enough to do what i want but i dont want to be one of those guys that blinks and like his kid is all grown up and he wonders where all that time went. so i def am taking advantage of all the time i can with ash and bronx. as he gets older we get to see him react more and understand things that are going on for the holidays. and i think once you become an adult and you have a kid of your own holidays are almost actually more fun than they were when you were a kid. making bronx happy and his face light up makes me happy. cant wait to see the lil guy on christmas- i think this year itll be more than being fascinated by the lights and the wrapping paper and the box itself and maybe more the presents inside. pretty stoked about that. also looking forward to thanksgiving with the family- gotta hopefully figure out a way to either have a thanksgiving with my parents and then ashlees or get everyone together in one place. i dunno i just love the holidays. thank you to everyone too that sent bday gifts bronxs way- hes currently sitting in a pile of toys on the living room floor happy as a clam. one that still has its pearl btw. but since other than that i have no clue what else to really talk about and left myself with probably only a few hours to get this done- i am going to use some of the questions i helped patrick with by finding for this update. again for real it should be known that i did not make the ones in his entry up or these. If you had 3 wishes, what wouldn't you wish for? nothing that can be twisted around into something bad. you know where the person wishes for a million dollars and then his mom dies and she had a million dollar life insurance policy? i think i am actually happy enough right now that i wouldnt know what to wish for. can you save them for later? all i really want is all my loved ones to stay healthy and happy- and until i figure out a way to ask for that that wont end up in someone hurt i dont think i will be using any wishes haha. can you tell that movies have ruined wishes for me? You've just won a complete collection of movies starring one actor or actress - which actor or actress would you pick? harrison ford without a doubt. or brad pitt. but harrisons been in a lot of good ones... movies sometimes are good just because brad pitt is in them and nothing else. who would you pick? If someone told you that you only had exactly 9 minutes to live, what would you do in those 9 minutes? someone? like unless it was like my doctor id make a face and walk away- then proceed to live longer than 9 minutes. if it was like some dude in a dark alley and he had a gun id ask him why he was going to make me wait 9 minutes to shoot me- if like he was just killing time before he killed me. if it would be too dangerous to shoot off his gun right now because someone would hear... but in 9 minutes nobody would hear and the coast would be clear? yes this is how my brain "works". If you could only choose 2 movies to watch ever again, what would they be? star wars because technically thats 6 parts and each part is like 3 hours long so id never get sick of that (haha- gotta outsmart the man) and then id have to pick a home movie me and ashlee make because im sure when im like 80 and cant enjoy her like i used to ill want to look back at when i could. and pretty much watch it all day. Name something you wanted as a child but never got. i think the biggest was a gi joe aircraft carrier and the second i had any money from fob i bought one off ebay. those things are seriously not cheap. If you could go back in time and prevent a great catastrophe, which one would you prevent? this question is always great. what one could you really prevent other than the holocaust? and if you prevented it how would it change the world and how we are today- would i even be here? would my wife and my son? thats why as tempting as it is to think about those "what ifs" things happen for a reason- even cruel things. watch desperation its a good display of that- this guy ran out of a bar selfishly knowing there was a bomb in the bathroom and he ran without warning anyone to save himself. if he warned anyone everyone might panic and clog the exit. but then thinking back on it he wanted to be able to warn people. but obviously you cant go back. instead that knowledge helps him do the right thing when something else happens later on in the movie. i dunno ive always been a firm believer in things happening for a reason to lead to something else. If you went to a beach and it turned out to be a nude beach, would you stay and go swimming? no way its common knowledge that pretty much only ugly people are nudists. If you had one motto to live by, what would it be? hungry? why wait. (what? its almost lunch and it smells good) and just one more for this entry: Name one thing that you could never grow tired of. time with my family. and talking. ask anyone that knows me- i never get sick of talking.