#also to be clear: i am staying home and resting bc while i was defending why i wasnt actually THAT bad i literally had a pain spike LMAO

[bunnyboy-juice]

me [visibly tremoring, unable to finish a sentence without wincing, literally sobbed violently for half an hour last night waiting for pain meds to kick in] to my wife [trying to convince me to call out]: idk baby i just don't know if I'm in enough pain to justify taking off today /:

[flooffybits]

What About Us?

Idol: Jennie Kim (Blackpink)

Anon: hii! can i request a jennie scenario wherein she read a lot of comments/tweets about her fem s/o about how her s/o is only using her for her money/fame and bc of that she kind of believed it and grew distant and her s/o overhears her calling her a gold digger in front of the other members while they were hanging out and s/o gets hurt and just leaves and try to give back all jennie's gifts or something like that? angst with fluffy ending pls!! i love your scenarios always!!

Author’s note: I went too angsty with this and I had no idea how to make it fluffy, but it doesn’t end too sadly hopefully

pretty sure she doesnt even care about jennie

shes obviously dating jennie because shes in blackpink

such a fake

Jennie’s frown deepened when she saw the many malicious comments online. Of course, she’s used to people sending her hate and having rumors spread about her. But this time around, the hate was not directed at her, but rather her girlfriend.

It’s been half a year since she’s come out to the public and introduced you to the world, and even with the various support she’s gotten for having the courage of coming out, the backlash of it was the people attacking you with so many hurtful words.

Jennie knows you’re aware of them, but you’ve never spoken up about it that she wonders if you find them bothersome or not. It’s made her think.

Were you only with her because of her fame? Did you really love her?

Lately, she couldn’t help reading such comments. When she first introduced you to the public as her girlfriend, she kept watching, wanting her fans to be accepting towards you and having the same respect that they had for her. But the longer time passed, the more assumptions were thrown at you.

And your dismissive behavior did not help in easing her worries.

As a result, she’s been pulling herself back whenever the two of you were together, always eyeing you when you spent time with her and trying to notice the way you would react to her every time. Were you being sincere to her or not?

She hadn’t even realized how much she let the comments get to her head.

“I just don’t know.” She sighed once when she was with her members, eating breakfast. You were sound asleep in her bed when she left you, so she decided it was the best time she could talk to her friends about the mess that was going through her head.

She didn’t think talking to you about it would help her because obviously, she think, you’ll defend yourself.

Jisoo pursed her lips at her friend when she lowered her fork. “I don’t really think Y/n is like that.” She stated. “I mean, she’s been with you longer than the public knows. You haven’t had these thoughts before.” She added and Chaeyoung nodded. “She’s right. Y/n is a sweet girl.”

“Maybe when in public? You know that gold diggers pretend to be nice to get what they want.” Jennie reasoned and this time, Lisa cut in, a deep frown on her face. “Hey, that’s not fair. You’re not sure if she’s being genuine, but that doesn’t mean you should be calling Y/n unnie a gold digger.” She retorted, making Jennie sigh as she rubbed her temple.

“Then how am I going to tell? I can’t flat out ask her because that’s obviously too forward.” She huffs, unknowing of your presence lingering by the door.

You had woken up a little after Jennie left the bed. And in your tired state, you didn’t get up right away, only when your stomach grumbled. But as you neared the kitchen and heard more of the girls’ voices, your sleepiness began to evaporate and your heart started to crack when you heard the things your supposed girlfriend was saying about you.

The moment she had called you a gold digger, tears had already fallen from your eyes and you quickly but quietly left for her bedroom to collect your things. You switched out of the clothes Jennie had lent you the night prior, tossing them in the basket, and then slipping on your hoodie and jeans. When you had everything, you hurriedly left her a note on her nightstand, making up the excuse that something came up before silently leaving the dorm after making sure that all of the girls were still in the kitchen.

"Unnie, if you can't trust Y/n, then what's the point of being in a relationship with her?" Chaeyoung couldn't help but ask and Jennie quickly quieted down, staring at her plate. "If you're having thoughts like these, I don't think it's fair for you to be doubting her like this when she could possibly be with you without the thought of money or fame."

"Chaeyoung is right. Personally, I doubt she's ever really thought of doing that to you. She's been sweet and loving to you, we can see that when you're together." Jisoo frowned. "It's just sad that you're letting other people's opinions cloud your view of your own girlfriend."

That made Jennie wince as she dropped her head and just stare at her plate, no longer hungry when she realizes that her friends were right. You’ve been together for years, and yet she only began to doubt you because her fans refused to trust you.

She just couldn't seem to shake off the doubt that was implanted into her brain after all the things she's read for the past few weeks.

"In my opinion, break up." Lisa says sternly, pushing her chair back as she brought her empty plate to the sink. "If you don't trust her, there's no point in staying."

Chaeyoung sighed as she looked to her best friend. Of course, the younger girl was right and she understands why she's upset, but they had no right interfering with Jennie's relationship because it simply wasn't their business. The best they could do was listen and give her advice, the rest was for Jennie to deal with.

"I'll go talk to her." The blonde murmured, quietly exiting the kitchen and leaving the two older girls alone.

Jisoo eyed Jennie from across the table and kept her arms crossed, her lips pressed into a thin line. She wanted to help her friend. But she also wasn't very happy with the way she had quickly discarded all the struggles you went through together before this moment.

She was your friend, too, and it would be a lie if she said she didn't care for you as much as she did for her members.

"Why don't you get ready? We have a shoot in a few hours." She tells the younger girl and Jennie sits there for a few more minutes, contemplating if she was capable of looking at you after everything she's just said about you.

Eventually, she does go. Quietly, she heads to her room, wondering if you were still asleep since you haven't come out yet. But when she peeks inside, she's surprised to see no one there.

The bed is made, the clothes you used were put properly away and then everything else was as she left it except for the piece of paper that was left on her desk.

Upon further inspection, she recognizes your handwriting and furrows her brows at the message. It makes her suspicions grow, but at the same time, her stomach churns. She was unaware of you hearing her conversation with them, girls so she doesn’t give it too much thought, simply sending you a text to say you should text or call her when you were free before she proceeded to her closet and pick out her outfit for the day.

..

Jennie doesn't hear from you for the rest of the day, which confuses her.

You've always texted her throughout the day to see how she was doing, always asking her if she's eaten or drank enough water. So, now that you weren't checking up on her has thrown her off the loop.

It was already evening and she was checking her phone in case she missed a text or call, but found none.

Instead, when she arrives back with the girls, she's surprised to see you leaving her room, hands tucked in the pockets of your jacket with your head down.

Something about it sets her off, and without thinking, she scoffs at you while crossing her arms. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asks you, and you're surprised to see that she's already home.

"So, you ignored me for the whole day because you had something "important" to do. And when I come, I find you trying to, what, steal from me?"

"Jennie." Jisoo calls warningly while Chaeyoung and Lisa looked worried when you refuse to look at them.

But Jennie didn't mean to say those things. In her fear of finding out that you were using her, her emotions blinded her and had forced the words out, her heart pounding against her rib cage before she's watching you finally bring your hand out of your pocket and show her the spare key she had given you for the dorms.

"I came to drop this off." You try to keep your tone even, but it's so soft and fragile that the worry in the girls worsened. Jennie's expression even softened, but the confusion set in at your words. "What?"

You lift your head and Lisa gasps when she sees the tear tracks and red eyes, a clear indication that you've been crying. But before any of them could say anything, you were already dropping the key on the table.

"I'm leaving. Don't worry, I didn't touch anything."

"Y/n-" Chaeyoung tried calling for you, but you only shook your head and walked to the door, but Jennie tailed after you, latching onto your hand right before you could leave.

But before she could say a word, you yanked your hand away, whirling around to glare at her despite the hot tears that were already cascading down your face. "Don't fucking touch me." You gritted out, pain laced in your voice as Jennie stared at you in disbelief.

"Y/n, what is your problem?" She snapped back, your attitude setting her off from being ignored the whole day, but instead of backing out like usual, you glared back at her. "You left without even a proper goodbye, ignored me the whole day, and suddenly you're in the dorm without telling anyone, then you have the audacity to be angry?"

At that, you scoff before stepping closer to her. "I have no reason to explain myself to you." You say while stubbornly wiping your face. "The only reason I wasn't replying to you was because I was looking and packing everything you own and then dropped them off here."

At your words, Jennie's anger vanished and she looked at a loss. Her things?

You stared at her for a while before shaking your head, defeat on your features as you step away once more. "I'm not gonna stick around with someone who'd rather believe what everyone says instead of trusting me and calling me a gold digger, where her friends were the ones who defended me behind my back. I'm done."

Her heart jumped to her throat when she realized that you'd heard what she said to the girls. With the sudden revelation, she isn't quite sure what she could tell you.

"I just... I thought-"

"That the people who don't know a damn thing about me were right? That the person who stuck up for you every single time would actually treat you like a fucking toy?" You guessed for her. "They're my fans!" She defends and you frown at her, seeing clearly just where she held you.

"Yeah. And what did that make us?"

You knew that some fans wouldn't accept the fact that Jennie was dating, much more a girl, but you didn't really think that she would choose them over you, especially like this.

"Forget it, Jennie. All of your things are in your room. Goodbye."

But Jennie wouldn't let you leave when she moved to shut the door just as you opened it. "Can we talk about this?" She pleaded, panic running through her veins despite her earlier anger.

"Talk about what? Jennie, you called me a fucking gold digger because your fans said so?" You shot at her. "Do you realize how that makes our relationship?"

“I’m sorry!” She yelled back, refusing to budge as she blocked your only exit. “I know that it was dumb of me, but please, let’s talk about it.” She tries again and you try so hard to fight your tears back with the inner turmoil that was inside of you.

You wanted her to be sorry, you wanted her to take back everything she’s said behind your back, but you know that once words were let go, there was no turning back. The damage was permanent and there was no changing that no matter how many times she apologized.

Yet your heart was so damn stubborn that you couldn’t outright deny her request. So, she saw that and used it to her advantage, no matter how wrong she knows it is.

Leading you back to her room, she had noticed that her members all disappeared to their own quarters and she just hopes that they can leave things to her. That is, if she can handle what’s about to happen.

Entering her room, she spots the two boxes at the foot of her bed and she inhales sharply, seeing the necklace she had given you for your first anniversary sitting at the top of them. Only now did she notice that you weren’t wearing it, knowing fully well that you never took it off once she gave it to you.

“Y/n, I know that this is messed up, but please just... we can work this out, I swear.” She starts and you stare at her in disbelief. “What can you do to make this work? What did I do to make you even think of me like that, Jennie?” You ask in a broken voice that makes her heart crack.

“You know me. I have not once asked you to spend a single dime on me or this relationship. I have never demanded that you get me gifts or to pay for me when we go out. You know that I argue with you on who pays the bill. So, why?”

For the first time in her life, Jennie didn’t know what to say. She was always so sure of herself and the things she wanted, but now, staring at you while you desperately tried to understand where things have gone wrong has rendered her speechless.

You stand, staring at each other, and your tears refuse to stop as you covered your face with your hands and let out a shaky breath. Jennie withers at the sight of you looking so weak, so vulnerable, because of her. So, she doesn’t hesitate as she steps forward to wrap her arms tightly around you.

“I know that I was wrong to believe them.” She mutters when she feels you weakly pushing against her, but she holds on tight, refusing to let you go. “I was  just so clouded with what everyone was saying and I was scared of talking to you about this.” She closed her eyes when your pushing started to weaken. “You’re right. I made our relationship look like an absolute joke for trusting someone who isn’t you and you have every right to be pissed at me. But please, I’ll do my best to be better at this. I should have known better, and you deserve so much more than what I put you through.” She could feel her own tears start to fall, but she doesn’t bother them.

You’ve stopped resisting her and just let your hands grab a fistful of her shirt, sobbing into her chest. “Please, just give me one last chance. I promise, this won’t ever happen again.” She whispers and the room is only filled with your sobs.

You’re both on the floor when Jennie feels your legs giving out. She holds you because she knows that you’re in pieces.

“Why did you have to say it?” You cried into her chest and she kisses your head while frowning to herself. She shouldn’t have done it, but all she could do now was make up for it.

She’s ruined three years in a single moment. But she swears that she’ll spend the rest of her life making up for it, even when you move past this and maybe forget about it happening.

“I’m so sorry.”

[sunarintoes]

Boyfriend Headcanons

Includes: Sakusa, Komori, Shirabu, Atsumu

Warnings: none - just pure fluff :) oh wait some swearing!!

✗ you have to be clean!! There’s no two ways about this. Of course you dont have to be super clean freak germaphobe!! (Extra points if you are because cleaning is his passion and he hates germs and he would love to share that with you)

✗ it takes a while for him to become affectionate, he has to ‘get used to your germs’ and all. When you are at home he will love to cuddle with you!! He particularly loves it when you are clean sitting in his lap while watching a movie! Because!! Then he can wrap his arms around you and rest his head on yours!

✗ one of his favourite dates is going shopping together... to the chemist. He likes having you with him as he looks through all the hygiene and sanitary items, often asks you ‘does this smell good’ because baby wants to be clean AND smell good. He will smell like a fresh bouquet if you so wish. Afterwards he’ll take you out to eat and pay for your food as a thank you.

✗ he’s in no way, shape or form fond of PDA. It makes him uncomfortable and he prefers to keep his private life, private. And you completely respect that!! The most he will go is the occasional hand holding or giving you his vbc jacket.

✗ he will make it clear he’s in a relationship though! He doesnt want his fan girls to continue coming on to him so he will tell them bluntly, it probably went something like this: ‘I am in a relationship with Yn. If you have a problem I dont care. Please stop trying to get in with me from here on out and dont touch Yn otherwise I’ll drown you in bleach.’ Wow isnt he just a charmer.

✗ he doesnt mind if you wear a face mask or not, but be prepared: he will refuse to kiss you until you’ve thoroughly washed your face. He does think your face is cute/pretty/handsome/etc so I think he’d prefer to see it.

✗ i don’t think hes one to be jealous or possessive but doesn’t like it if other people ‘contaminate you with germs’ so he’ll most likely stick around you to defend you from ‘germs’ so i guess he’s pretty protective. But not toxic protective!! He likes it when you come to his games and cheer for him!

✗ Komori is the softest ever! He loves you and he loves affection!!!! Bb is kinda clingy but its okay because he’s adorable and you love his hugs! He loves snuggling with you - face to face, while the both of you talk about anything and everything!

✗ he definitely loves it when you come to his games and he always gives you his jacket to wear! After every game when he sees you waiting for him in the foyer he runs up and hugs you.

✗ he lives to see you smile! Komori really loves when you smile! Please smile for him! But don’t fake it! Fake smiles make him sad! If he ever sees you fake a smile (and he can always tell bcz of how much he loves your smile) he will always make time to speak with you or FaceTime you to ask you how you’re going and if you’re okay. He doesn’t like his bb being sad :’)

✗ Komori really likes cute cliche dates! Sometimes you tease him about it but you can’t deny that he always makes them special - even if they’ve been done a million times before. Picnic dates and star gazing dates are a must!

✗ when it comes to PDA, he’s not necessarily against or for it, hes just kinda like eh whatever works in the moment. However!! Holding hands everywhere is a must.

✗ I don’t see him as the type to get jealous and/or possessive. He gives vibes that are full of positivity, so I feel like in a relationship with him he’s very trusting and understanding. However, if someone is flirting with you and making you uncomfortable he will intervene. Unless!! You have it under control, if so then he’ll just come up and stand next to you with a passive aggressive smile directed at the dude. If you don’t have it under control, he will come up and put a hand on your shoulder to reassure you and then he will talk to the guy. He starts off by asking a random question like ‘how’s the weather’ or whatever, and this usually confuses the guy because ‘???? Who’s this dude and why’s he talking to me so friendly’ anywho, he chats the dude’s ears off and the dude ends up leaving.

✗ he cant cook but can make he finest 2min noodles. Eat his noodles. He’ll be happy.

✗ aight here we are, piss hair - my second favourite Miya <3 jk

✗ being real, if youre gonna date atsumu you have to have to be able to take a joke. Please dont be offended. It’s just that he likes to joke around with you and 10/10 will point to something ugly and say ‘that’s you babe.’ He doesn’t do it to be mean!!! No!! He just sucks shit at expressing himself and therefore he teases you to show his affection verbally. He often says ‘I love ya’ to remind you because he knows words can hurt. He does his best to not be too mean :,) and if you ever look slightly sad because of something he said he will flick the switch and turn into a really loving bf. Hah simp.

✗ he wont admit it but he loves affection. Pda is a yes for him. Loves it when you sit in his lap or hold is hand or jump onto his back. He thinks you’re the cutest. You wear his jacket. Before and after games he gives you a sweet kiss on the lips, nothing steamy though thats for back home. He hugs you as a stress release. I know that sounds weird but he finds you to be so comforting and when he engulfs you in a hug and he can smell your shampoo/perfume he just feels really safe and loved and all round lucky to have you.

✗ Oh I know a lot of people have this hc about him only allowing you to cheer for him during his serves but I dont vibe with that. He likes it silent to concentrate so even if you were special (which you are) he doesnt want that game concentration interrupted, which you of course respect and understand. However as soon as his serves are up and its actual game time please cheer as loud as you want because he loves it when you cheer him and his boys team on!!

✗ mans is jealous, he doesnt like it when others get too comfy comfy with you. Like he knows you have other friends and he gets that but he does not! And I repeat - does not! Like it if they (esp opposite gender) get super touchy with you because in his head: ‘why get touchy with her/him/them when I’m literally right here???’ Oh yeah and he hates it when some weirdo is tryna chat you up, so to combat that he would definitely make his presence known. In scenario 1: ‘hey buddy can I have my girl/boy/sIo for a sec? Yeah thanks mate.’ Then he proceeds to kiss you harshly on the lips. Scenario 2: he walks up to the guy/girl/person and puts a hand on the both of yours shoulder. ‘She’s/he’s/they’re taken buddy, scram it.’ And the weirdo gets intimidated by that passive aggressive smile and the strong hand on his shoulder so they usually run away with a scowl right after they’re told.

✗ hes only soft for you behind closed doors sorry bb. Mans is a big simp. Even if he wont show it. I headcanon that he has a horse and knows how to ride it so sometimes he rides it to your house and calls you to come outside. You go outside and there he is, sitting on this large beast with a picnic basket, ‘hey babes wanna have a picnic?’ Ngl you’re surprised every time but go anyways. Omg imagine one day when youre at the picnic he’s all like ‘hey babes wanna see a trick?’ And youre like, ‘yeah sure’ so he gets on the horse and does idk something but then gets bucked off. Omg that shit would be hysterical. Brb gonna write a short scenario on this.

✗ wow ok I love him so much

✗ ok ok so we know Shirabu is smart (example in the timeskip) so he often stays up really really late to work on assignments and to study which means he can get very tired and burnt out esp when he has to do volleyball on top of all that. This is where you come in, you often visit his dorms (Shiratorizawa has dorms so thats the base for shirabu) and when you visit his dorms you bring lots of food - healthy foods to get his brain working but also snack foods to help him relax and release some of that good ol’ serotonin.

✗ when he studies but also feels like cuddling you find yourself facing him while sitting in his lap. You gotta move though cause he’s still working so you end up just cuddling into him like a koala. When he doesnt have to write/is busy reading he will wrap his arms around you and place a kiss to your forehead. He loves you omg, thinks you’re the cutest thing ever. IN FACT his home screen is a picture of you asleep, cuddling him in his lap. The only reason you’re not his lock screen is bc he has a rep to keep up in the club and cant have brats like goshiki knowing he can be soft or tendou teasing him for being ‘simp.’

✗ like atsumu, you gotta be able to take a joke because mans is a salt stick and loves teasing/roasting you. Ofc you do it back. Sometimes you team up and tease Kawanishi together. Please save Kawanishi, he does not want to deal with either of you, bb is tired from volleyball.

✗ shirabu knows he may not be the ideal boyfriend - he’s hopelessly devoted to the volleyball club and studies the life out of himself, so he often finds himself apologising to you and feeling incredibly guilty that he may have to cancel your date every so often. You make sure to remind him that its okay, that you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him and that you admire that he’s so determined and such a hardworker and that you love him. Every time you tell him he almost cries, he loves you.

✗ to make up for lost dates he will invite you to his dorm, or he’ll go to yours and the both of you will spend the day cuddling and snacking on food while watching movies. For him this is like killing two birds with one stone because 1) he gets to relax and have some downtime and 2) he gets to spend that time with you and just being in your presence relaxes him so much. Hhhhh hes so precious omg i love him. Oh and he’ll make sure to tell you that he loves you - it took a while for him to say it because he wanted it to mean something.

✗ when it comes to pda he’s not the most comfortable about it, yknow he just prefers to keep that to himself. But!! Will 100% hold your hand if you ask. Sometimes you don’t even have to ask! He just really likes holding your hand.

✗ now is he jealous or possessive? Yes he is jealous, i cant describe why. He just gives those vibes. I think it’s because he has a lot of self doubt and insecurities about being a good boyfriend that he feels like someone could just sweep you away. He’s self aware so he knows it’s his insecurities talking so he does his best to not believe and act on them but sometimes when someone is deliberately flirting and knows you have a bf he will be big mad. Full on walks up to the guy with an intimidating aura and roasts him. Ngl you find it funny because he’s spitting out insults faster than you could say supercalifragi- something i forgot how to spell it lol.

[shoutoismybaby]

WereDragons

Can I get a Fantasy AU scenario with Half dragon Kirishima where he’s just sent to find some food by bakugou and during the trip he sees a group of dragon shapeshifters around a half dragon girl who looks terribly hurt (like arrows and just sword wounds) and he sees the group just leave her there sad flushing away and he rescues her and from then on they fall for each other?

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This is a repost bc tumblr ate the old one

This is sooo cute! Sorry its so long, Warnings of Blood, injuries, mention of Bakuraka

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Kirishima didn’t usually mind being sent out for food by bakugou. He actually enjoyed getting his alone time to enjoy nature or walk through towns without the blonde yelling at him. Of course there was a reason Bakugou would often yell at him, especially in towns. The reason being that it could be dangerous for him to enter, no matter how much he loved talking to the new people he would meet, it was not a good time to be a weredragon. Dragons were known to be evil, greedy creatures who destroyed homes. So even being part dragon got you stuck with that reputation, and the horns, wings, and sharp teeth that remained even in human form made it hard to hide what he was. Kirishima knew that humans often attacked unprovoked because they were scared, but that didn’t make the wounds any less painful. He would fly away from every attack if he could, but weredragons had an extremely long transforming time due to the large size difference between their forms. Not to mention how helpless they were during the transformation, it often left them unable to fight as their body shifted, making Kirishima never transform without Bakugou around to keep a lookout. 

Kirishima considered himself lucky that he had never been the target of an attack, most likely due to the fact that he found Bakugou when they were both young. The feral boy growing into a possibly more feral man whe chose Kirishima for a best friend. They would both defend one another to death, even though a certain person would never admit to such.

Being friends with Bakugou, however, meant being away on a constant adventure. Not that Kirishima really minded, he really never found a village he truly fit in at, even those that were peaceful. Plus, he loved exploring and could never turn away helping whatever village they came across. Which is why he often walked instead of flying when in search of food. It was harder to come across villages, yes. But he often found people in need of assistance. He liked to think he was changing the world's perception of dragons little by little, but Bakugou just thought he was gullible and too selfless for his own good.

But there was nothing the horned boy loved more than being someone’s hero.

So of course, when he heard panicked voices on his search for food he jogged towards the commotion right away. Quickly coming across a small clearing not too far away from the main path, littered with what looked to be other weredragons. Despite how his heart jumped in excitement at seeing some of his own kind, he remained hidden behind a tree. It was well known that some tribes of his species were, for lack of a better word, savages who attacked outsiders. It was while he was trying to see through the sea of about 10 bodies while also remaining in hiding that he began to hear soft whimpers and cries. From in between their legs, he spotted you. Laying on the ground as though you had collapsed, well you probably had. Your body was covered in blood and various arrows stuck out all over. Your face was contorted in pain, eyes squeezed shut. Kirishima's heart began to beat rapidly, why weren’t they helping you?

“how could you be so stupid?” Kirishima’s ears finally caught bits on the conversation.

“You weren’t raised to be so weak!” A males voice seemed to overpower the rest, he looked to be the leader, standing closest to you but showing no motive to tend to your wounds. “You know we can’t help you.”

Kirishima's eyes furrowed, what was this guy talking about?! You had fatal wounds that required treatment immediately.

“Please,” Your soft voice cut through, cutting off all other conversations. “I didn’t see them coming and there were so many.”

“That's your fault, and now you’ve probably led them to us!” The leader of the group spoke once again, and you visibly flinched. It was then that Kirishima's hunch about coming across a tribe was confirmed. Tribes had a hierarchy and, due to the current hunt on dragons in certain kingdoms, they valued strength above all else. And you getting attacked and so badly injured would do serious harm on your reputation. But from what it seemed, it was earning you excommunication.

“I’m sorry,” A sob racked your body and Kirishima couldn't tell if it was because of the pain or what was happening.

“Let's go.” The leader demanded. Kiri wished that he could jump into action right then. Convince them to stay and help you, but revealing himself would only put the both of you in more danger. Especially if they were right about the human that attacked you heading towards the group. The group seemed hesitant until the leader spread his wings, beckoning for the others to follow his example. A few looked sympathetic, but took off as the man did. Once they had finally taken off, shapeshifting into dragons once in the are, Kirishima made his way over to you. You had now curled into a ball as much as you could manage without inflicting even more pain to yourself. Your wings laid over your body, in a way that was hiding your face and that revealed how broken it was to Kirishima.

Upon hearing his footsteps you only curled into yourself more, releasing a pained hiss as the arrows were moved.

“I don't want to hurt you,” Kiri said, holding up his arms as though you could see them, “I just want to help. Your injuries look really bad. They could get infected... Or worse, if you don't let me help you.”

At this, you moved your wing from your face with a wince, and Kirishima's breath caught in his throat. He didn't think you’d be so beautiful up close.

“They’re probably not far behind, it would be smarter of you if you just left me.” You muttered, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Maybe, but I couldn't call myself a man if I did that either. Let me help, please.” He begged, getting increasingly worried as he noticed the blood pooling on the ground.

“What do you plan on doing then?” You asked,

“Well, I have a mage friend named Uraraka that lives in a small village a day or two from here called Tokyo. She’s taught me and my friend some healing remedies I could use in the meantime.” Kirishima explained, kneeling down next to you.

“You're planning on taking me to a village over a day away?” You asked, “Why?”

Kirishima looked up at you and sighed,

‘I don't know if you can feel it yet, you might still be in shock. But all these wounds, their fatal and-”

“And why do you care!?” You yelled, the people in your tribe had never done anything that didn’t benefit them. So what did he think he was going to get from this situation? A girlfriend? Because if so he could think again. “You don't know me, or anything about what happened to me. Why does it matter to you if I live or not if it's only going to inconvenience you?” Kirishima was taken back at your outburst. No one had really ever yelled at him when he was just trying to help them before. Well, other than bakugou, who ended up being his best friend. Which is probably why he didn't let your outburst faze him for too long.

“I don't know why I care, but I do and I want to help you. It wouldn't feel right to leave you here to die. What happened doesn't really matter to me. Now can I check your wounds?” He asked. You hesitated before accepting that he was your only chance at survival and nodded. You're adrenalin was wearing off and you could feel it. You knew the lack of blood was beginning to hit you, you began to feel drained and so, so sleepy. But each time he moved you to count your injuries a sharp pain from all over your body reminded you that you were very much alive. And you wanted to stay that way. It was a couple minutes before he spoke again, and you felt a lot calmer for some reason. “I’m going to pick you up and put you on my back okay? Its gonna hurt a lot but I need to get you to where my friend and I are staying.”

“A different friend, how many do you have?” You chuckled, “What are they like?”

“He can be aggressive and temperamental. And he doesn't really like other people.”

‘He sounds like an ass.” You yawned, but Kirishima just shook his head.

“He comes off that way, but he’s really not. Plus, he’s much better attending to wounds than I am.” Kirishima explained, and you had meant to respond. You really did. But it was at that moment you gave Kirishima a mini heart attack because you had blacked out. 

The poor dragon boy had thought for a minute he had already been too late to save you. But in the end, he was glad you had passed out because it ended up making the travel to the cave he and bakugou had claimed much easier.

Sadly, it didn’t help with convincing Bakugou to help him.

“Bakugou please,” Kirishima pouted,

“Your pet, your problem.”

“She’s not a pet.” Kirishima frowned, laying you on the ground. “Please, her wounds are fatal.”

This is what made Bakugou look down from his spot on top of the cave.

“What happened?” He asked, making his way down to the ground. 

“I think she got attacked by humans,” Kirishima explained,

“Wait, you don't know for sure!?” Bakugou asked, “How do you know she's not some sort of villain?” “Well, I watched her get kicked out of her tribe-”

“She’s from a tribe?!” “And it seems that she got attacked by humans. Please, Bakugou!” Kirishima begged once more, Bakugou took his sweet time thinking it over and glanced at your limp form. “Fine, but if she ends up trying to kill us. It's your fault.” He made his way down from the cave and growled as he got a better look at your condition. “Start cleaning her wounds, she’s going to end up needing a healing spell, but the potions I know how to make should help until we can get her to Uraraka. Also, you owe me for this”

Bakugou kept watch over you as the feeling of wind gliding through your hair brought you back to consciousness. Eyes opening to reveal the night sky, and you suddenly knew you were being carried on a dragons back. The tough scales under your fingers a familiar feeling, and the warmth that radiated from them was comforting. But you knew that no one in your tribe would ever carry you like this, and thus you began to remember what had last happened to you. You attempted to shift, being able to sit up once you got a hang of how the bandages around your body were wrapped. You went to pick at them only to jump when you heard a gruff voice sound from behind you.

“Go back to sleep, we’ll be there in a couple hours.” You turned your head to see the grumpy man who had finally decided to grab your attention. It didn't take you long to figure out that this must be the friend the boy had mentioned.

“Where?” Bakugou already decided he was annoyed with you, but he didn’t want to deal with Kirishima's whining if he ever caught wind Bakugou was anything but”pleasant” towards you.

“Tokyo, where the mage lives. He said he told you already” His red eyes rolled and he leaned back against the base of the dragon's neck, closing them. It was then that you realized you could probably get answers to the questions that had been brushed off before.

“When I asked him, he didn't really give me a clear answer but, why are you guys helping me out?” You asked, watching as he seemed to get more annoyed that you weren’t going back to sleep like he told you.

“Kirishima has a heart too big for his body, he’s always liked helping people even if it puts him in danger. Like an idiot.” You nodded your head and looked back out at the clouds and stars you were passing. “Since I answered your question. Answer mine. What kind of tribe were you a part of?”

“Well, it was,” You paused and thought for a moment. “The emphasis was on being the strongest. The stronger you were, and the better you were at hunting, the higher status you had. Which is part of the reason I got, you know, after being attacked.”

“You’re not strong?” The blonde cocked his brows,

“Not compared to the tribe, no. But I also wasn’t born there so I was always at a disadvantage to start with.” You explained,

“You weren't born to the tribe?” The boy began to look even more questionable of you. Tribes didn’t take anyone in. What made you so special?

“No, umm. My village got destroyed when I was little, leaving me alone and afraid in the woods. Where they found me and agreed to take me in. If that clears up anything for you.” You didn’t end up receiving a verbal response, but he seemed to be thinking it through. “What’s your name?”

“Bakugou. Don’t wear it out,” He demanded, “Yours?” He asked,

“(F/n).” He didn’t respond, and eventually, the exhaustion caught up with you once more and you laid back down. Letting the stars lure you back to sleep.

***

It didn’t feel like long before you were awake again, it was warm and you could feel the blankets piled on top of you. Your eyes found the detailed ceiling of a cabin. You sat up, realizing that the only thing left from your wounds was a dull ache. The room was empty, save for a small table holding various books and beakers filled with colorful fluids. You assumed you had made it to the mages, and the window near your bed informed you that it was almost dusk. You gently pulled yourself out from beneath the covers and walked over to the window, you seemed to be on the second floor, giving you a good view of what you remembered was called Tokyo. It was a busy village, you could many see shops and people bustling around below. The shops to close before dark, and the people to buy before the stores closed. Looking directly below you could see the blond from last night, Bakugou, who was talking to a short brunette in front of the cabin. She was handing him a piece of paper and he looked strangely calm, it didn't fit his face well. You would have continued watching, but you heard the door open from behind you. You jumped and turned towards the noise. But the impact of your knees back on the floor caused your knees buckle. Before you could hit the floor, however, you felt strong arms around you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” You looked up to see the face of Kirishima, his sharp teeth appearing through his smile.

“I-its okay.” You blushed, allowing him to help you up and sit you back on the bed. “Thanks for saving me, again.”

“Oh,” he scratched the back of his head, “It’s not a problem.”

“How long has it been? Since we met.” He paused and thought, sitting down next to you.

“About three days.”

“Three days! I’ve been with you guys for three days?” You asked,

“Did you have anywhere else to be?” He looked concerned,

“No, I don’t really have anywhere to go now. Can’t go back home.” You looked at your hands as you said this, the reality setting in. You were alone, you had no one and no place to call home anymore. The scars that littered your fingers seemed to mock you, you had worked so hard for so long. Now it just didn’t matter.

“Why don’t you join us, we’re always going on adventures and doing quests for money. And even though Bakugou says its dumb I think we can really help change how people see dragons. Really make a difference, you know?” You could tell there was a hidden meaning behind his words,

“Get humans to stop trying to kill us like they did to me.” You muttered, clenching your fist. Sure, you didnt have anywhere to go. But try to help humans to change their minds?

Humans didn’t seem the type to ever realise they were wrong.

“Yeah,” He sighed, “I know you probably don’t like them much but, they’re just like us! They get scared and-” “They almost killed me!” You turned to him, wide eyed and teeth bared.

“And two of them helped save you.” He pointed out. “If we want humans to stop assuming all dragons are bad, maybe we have to put faith in them. Even if they dont deserve it. Plus, you can leave whenever you want. It’s not like I’m trying to force you. Just, give it a try?”

His large hand was held out to you, big red eyes sparkling, and you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse him.

And just like that those three days turned into a year. A year that you spent traveling, going on adventures, completeing quests, and what had become your favorite of all. Helping people, and maybe the rewards that came with it. You couldn’t deny your inner want of a shiny hoard no matter how hard you tried. Especially when the group that had become your best friends also seemed to indulge in the occasional collection of jewels. It had been just you, the mage, Bakugou, and kirishima for the past 12 months, and it was the best time of your life. You had never been more free, but as the winter drew near, there was still something you wished for.

“(Y/n)?” You turned to look back into the cave your group had claimed for hte night,seeing Kirishima make his way over to you. “What are you doing up?”

“Can’t sleep.” You answered simply, shivering as a cool breeze moved through the opening where you sat. You looked behind the half-dragon to see Bakugou and Uraraka cuddled up near the fire, you were happy for them. Yet bitter. You turned back to admire the stars as Kirishima sat down next to you.

“Not a comfortable enough cave?” He attempted to joke, but you just shrugged.

“No, it’s just,” You shifted, “cold.”

There was a sudden warmth through your body as he set his arm around your shoulder, and pulled you close.

“You could have just said so,” You let yourself relax into his hold, “but I dont think being so far away from the fire is helping any.”

“Probably not,” You chuckled, “but I needed some time to think.”

“About what?” Your eyes widened at the question, if he really knew what you were thinking about he wouldn’t have asked. Day dreaming about an impossible future you had with him was stupid. Bakugou would have mocked you for being as airheaded as Kirishima, but you couldn’t help it. Not when he smiled like that. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

You sighed, turning your face towards his own. You were so close. His nose almost touching yours and you could feel his breath fan over your face. It made your brain scramble.

“My lips are cold, too.” You blurted out, face immediately turning red once you realized what you said. But you weren’t going to back out now, you weren’t that kind of person.. “If you want to, you can warm the-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before his lips were on yours. They were hot, almost burning, but you loved it. Too soon when he pulled away, a dorky smile on his face.

“I want to warm your lips up for the rest of my life.” his voice was breathless and you couldn’t help but giggle at him,

“I won’t stop you.”

***

[cicinicole-14]

Hi for the ship thing and headcanons, please do jolex 🥰

Who is a night owl:

dont get me wrong, they both most definitely will stay up late together or both pass out before 9pm on a Friday night, but some days when the depression hits, its jsut different and Jo is definitely more of the night owl. Alex is more of a morning person and Jo would rather sleep like the dead. 

Who is a morning person:

as we’ve discovered, more so Alex esp when they have kiddos. Alex is the one to get up with them early and let Jo sleep, he makes breakfast with the kids’ help and keeps their room quiet for jo to get some extra sleep but will unleash their evil spawns when he deems she’s slept in long enough. 

Are they cuddlers:

some days, yes, mostly. jo definitely loves the affection from someone who genuinely loves and wants her back. but there are days where she literally is like “do not come near me with your (temperature) hot body Alexander Michael Karev, you are a heater and I am already too warm” 

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

Alex is def the big spoon. Jo likes cuddling into him because sh feels safe, he feels like home. but she def has big spooned him too it’s a 50/50 relationship we have equal roles people

What is their favourite sleeping position:

no lie, both spread out like starfish in their bed. 

Who steals all the blankets: 

Jo. Alex is a space heater and doesnt need blankets she freezes and likes being snuggled up and warm

What they wear to bed:

I mean some nights, nothing, but like jo def loves Alex’s old Iowa state shirts or his wrestling shirts from HS that smell like him. an old worn in t-shirt, anything with a pair of booty shorts or his boxers even. and Alex will just wear a t-shirt and boxers or flannels in the winter. 

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Alex wholeheartedly loves when jo wears his shirts unless its his favorite flannel and she steals it “come on, jo. you know that’s my favorite one. I wear it all the time.” its exactly why she takes it. 

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

jo, unintentionally. sometimes the insomnia hits and she won’t have slept for a couple days so when life catches back up to her she will fall asleep randomly. even more so while pregnant and right after their daughter is born. she just “night night Josephine” 

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

they both have their fair share of horrid nightmares. Alex’s deal a lot with his trauma of growing up. his mom pulling various knives on his siblings and dad attacking them. even nightmares of jo leaving him like Izzie did and he wakes up without her. 

jo’s are terrifying as well. she dreams that Paul’s death was just an illusion and that hes still out there and he’ll still come and get her. she wakes up drenched in a cold sweat and Alex holds her and they pull up his death certificate on the gsm database to prove it. she also has nightmares about being abandoned again. dreams of herself as a baby, dreams of her mother leaving her at that firestation. horrid nightmares. and Alex just holds her. she also has many nightmares about Alex abandoning her too just like her mother abandoned her but he’s never done that he’s always there when she wakes up and everything is okay again

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

jo is an absolute horrible bed partner. she does NOT sleep still. she will move around so much during sleep its dangerous. yes, Alex did wake up with a bruise across his cheek one night from an elbow to the face...

Who can’t keep their hands to themself:

both of them. theyre notorious horndogs no autocorrect they are not corndogs please stop correcting me when you’re wrong 

and just because, im throwing in the parenting meme one too bc my heart melts

packs the lunches

Alex. he gets up with the kids in the mornings and also we do not trust jo to make their children food. she’d feed them boxed Mac n cheese and take out the entirety of their lives. and while they love that and Alex wouldn’t care if it was jsut them, their kids need real food. he packs them lunchables and uncrustables but at least its a little more of a variety. 

blows raspberries while cuddling

jo, more so. they both do, but jo LOVES a good chunky baby belly she can blow raspberries onto. and yes she leaves maroon lipstick marks on chubby cheeks and bellies. 

is the tickle monster

Alex. and she runs to mommy to save her from daddy! “oh, now you want mommy, huh? as soon as daddy is the tickle monster all you want is mommy? not when I wanted cuddles, or we picked you up from daycare or I dont know, I gave birth to you and wanted snuggles you cry and want daddy but now hes the tickle monster you want me?” and jo scoops her up and tries saving her but ultimately they lose and get attacked in their very large bed by the tickle monster. 

gives life lesson speeches

they both do just depending on the situations. 

when the girls start dating, jo sits them all down separately, and explains to them a bit of her past. letting them know that no man should ever lay hands on them. she teaches them how to defend themselves and Alex ofc shows them in example how women should be treated. Alex makes it clear that if a guy or girl ever should treat his daughters or his son in any other way than he treats jo, that he needs to know and gOD forbiD one of them lay a finger on one of his children there WILL be hell to pay. jo obviously consoles him in front of her children but tells him “u already have a record. if anyone lays hands on our children I will be putting them in the ground not you”

kisses the boo-boos

Alex he is a pushover and 100% makes sure all boo-boos are kissed and even when the kids are way too old for having their boo-boos kissed, he makes sure the bandaids that are no longer avengers or dinosaur or unicorn or princess themed, have been properly kissed. even through protests of “dad, im not five anymore I dont need my bandaids kissed” “how do you expect them to heal, then, CJ? you’re my most clumsy kid, and I have had to kiss all your boo-boos and never once have I not. thats why you’re still in once piece” 

breaks the bad news

jo makes Alex do it most times. she claims she’s the fun parent and tries to stay the fun parent by making Alex break bad news like “we cannot get another dog” she blames it on Alex but then brings home a puppy the following week. 

joins the PTA

listen. LISTEN. when Greyson started big kid school, in kindergarten, they placed her in private school to give her everything they didnt have growing up. jo was determined to make sure she gave her daughter everything made sure she felt loved and was spoiled it was terrible. so jo, of course, sent her to Seattle Elementary academy and was not paying attention when she signed some forms signing up to be in the PTA. she loathed it so much and “Alex im sorry I cant do this. I know we wanted to give Gracie everything we didnt have growing up but I cant take it I cant take the private school. the volunteer hours the strict dress code violations? she is FIVE. I also have to volunteer FORTY HOURS this year alone. no! I am a surgeon, a mother of two and im pregnant! I do not have time for this! all these PTA moms are stay at home moms who have nothing better to do than gossip about their neighbors and drink wine. and I swear to god if I have to hear about Jessica’s fucking essential oils pyramid scheme one more time I will shove those oils so far up her a––” “Jo! Look, Ali, mommy’s here!” Alex interrupts her just in time. he doesnt blame her. those private school moms are quiet the handful. every time, one of them has the nerve to hit on him. “and I swear, if one more of those moms hits on you in front of me, im going to backhand her with my engagement ring on. no hate to most of them, but theyre too much” they end up ending Gracie, and Ali and the rest of the kids to public school just like they had grown up in and did just fine. 

crashes sleepovers with embarrassing stories

oh one hundred and ten percent Alexander Michael Karev. he will find any moment to break out embarrassing stories and photos. hell, even when Zola, Bailey, ellis, Sofia, Harriet, scout, any of the bunch come over he’ll embarrass them too!  

gives the crazy nicknames

not really either of them (that ive figured out in the moment) (the kkc kids do not have crazy nicknames yet) (we jsut have Gracie for Greyson, Ali for Alice, and CJ for Cristina Jo. Alexis goes by Sissy because of Alexis and Alexa and Eli usually goes by bubba seeing as how that’s what the twins have called each other growing up with Izzie and that stuck) 

thank you so much for these! I loved loved loved doing them! even threw in some KKC universe things so if yall have questions about that feel free to ask I will share! tho there is yet to have a fic out about them yet… its been a bit difficult with writers block /: 

[ghost-ghost-baby]

doomed wips

Okie dokie dudes,,,, this is,,,,,, approximately 3k words of uh,,,, my rlly raw bad unedited wips i dont have time for anymore lmao. ft. some poly denki content There is nsfw but it has a warning, read at ur own risk!!!! 

If u rlly wanna see one finished send in an ask!  dropping a tip on my ko-fi nd leaving a message w the one u want wouldnt hurt either

i also included a description w most of them 

This was from the prompts lmao (nsfwish)

Aight so denki and reader ARE dating but they don't know how Yan our boi is,,,, then they like bust him jerking off to their underwear and they're like what the FUCK

Omegaverse!!!!

 “I swear  just did laundry, why is this draw so empty?” You huffed, closing your underwear drawer with more force than you’d intended. “Are they in Denki’s room? He does do my laundry sometimes… omega instincts or something…” you turned back towards the door, the two of you were meant to shower and get ready for bed before he’d come to your room. Surely it wouldn't matter if you just popped in to look around, you were mates after all. Yeah, it's be fine. 

The dorms were relatively quiet, everyone else was outside or out with people enjoying the day. Still, it was weird to just… walk through the halls and not hear anyone. Lost in thought, you barely paused before you pushed open Denki’s door, taking a few steps into the room before you heard a whimper. Your first thought was fear, was Denki hurt? Had someone attacked him? You were rushing to his side without thinking, all but jumping on the bed to see if he was okay. 

Another prompt one!!!

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.”

“This world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”

“God, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”

Dragon kiri has been watching the reader for a while and like dropping gifts bc courting and then uh the village find out they a witch and try to sacrifice them and kiri shows up to the rescue!!! 

You'd come home to another package on your doorstep, bound with a red string and adorned with the red scale you were so used to. Smiling as you bent down to pick it up, you were too preoccupied to notice the red eyes that lit up. The packages had been coming for almost a year, and you’d accepted them as a part of your life now. None of them had had gold before, your eyes went wide when you opened it. It was a golden… talon? Tooth? That was your best guess, rested on pure white fur. Where on earth did this come fro? You’d never seen anything like it! 

Yu’d ended up tying the gift around your neck, tucked undereath your shirt and resting close to your heart. It was comforting, you didn’t know why. You were walking home now, you’d just helped a woman with an unwanted child. The village had been your home for three years, and you’d done your best to help everyone you coulod, particuarly the women. However, the men of the village didn’t care for you, and they often glared when you’d pass by. You weren’t magic, you’d just… studied plants your entire life! 

“Well what a surprise! The witch is wandering the forest, all alone.”

“And at night too, haven’t they heard that’s dangerous?” 

Speak of the devil, who else would be out except drunk men,well… and you. 

“I don't want any trouble, I just want to go home.” You kept your voice even despite your mind racing to come up with possible plans. You had a knife in your bag, but you really didn't want to use it. If you did anything it would only make things worse, you needed to try and diffuse the situation. 

“You leaving is the only way that'll happen.” One of them smirked, reaching out to grab your arm. His skin touched yours and you felt your necklace burn, searing your skin as you yelped and jumped away. The men were about to continue their advance when a growl rang out, it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It was followed by a man walking into the light, hair as red as his eyes and all you could say was damn. Good to know you had your priorities sorted, Y/n. The man turned to you first, mouth set in a grin that revealed how sharp his teeth were. 

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you!” His eyes went cold as soon as they looked away from you. 

“Now, why don't you guys move along, huh?” 

“Who the hell are you?” The men looked wary now, and it sent a wave of satisfaction through you. You didn't even question who the redhead was, or why he was calling you his love, but you could deal with that later. 

“I’m Eijiro!” Oh, so that was his name.

I came up w this at three am while i was stoned asf  pls let me live (Nsfw)

Reader goes to the bathroom to uh smoke a joint,,,, denki nd shinso come in nd start fucking and reader like whaaaaat oh my god,,,,, take another hit,,,,, then denki like I think I'm bi and shinso was like uh yeah I guessed as much w my dick in ur ass and reader laughs and gets found out and threesome,,,, bonus if they already friends and toshi yan,, toshi like fucks trhe reader through denki

A sigh left you as you sat down in the toilet stall, wasting no time reaching into your pocket to pull out your lighter and the joint you’d been saving. Denki had slipped it to you when you’d complained about stress and being out of weed, and you’d never been more thankful for the blonde. You’d waited until after school to dart into the most private bathroom on campus, somewhere you came often, if you were being honest. You did your best to stay quiet, listening to music as you smoked through one earphone, keeping an ear out for anyone coming. You were over halfway through when the door opened, making you freeze as you heard two familiar voices. 

“Are you sure this is safe?”

“Yeah man! Y/n showed it to me!” 

Oh. Oh no. You couldn’t believe this was happening, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you heard the moans. Your face was bright red, taking another hit because you couldn’t deal with Denki and Shinso doing this. They were your friends! Denki was your best friend, you didn’t want to witness this! But even as you told yourself that you couldn’t deny the heat that bloomed far too low to be innocent. You tried to drown it out, honestly! Focusing on your music and smoking, but god seemed to hate you today, and your phone died two minutes later. Fuck, you were just going to have to wait this out, weren’t you?

 So, here you were, locked in a bathroom stall, stoned, horny and having to listen to your friends fuck each other. It wasn’t just moans and skin slapping, either, they were filthy honestly, and you’d heard some things you didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget.  

“I-I ah, think I might be- mmm- bi!” Denki spoke, well, gasped would be more accurate, and you had to stop yourself laughing, only that idiot would say something like that.

“I guessed as much, my dick is in your ass, Denki.” 

“Oh my god.” You couldn’t help it, you laughed, and that would be your undoing. It was silent for a few beats, and you were beginning to think you’d gotten away with it when the door was ripped open, revealing a livid Shinso and a curious Denki. You could tell they’d been fucking, and that sent another wave through you. Shinso smirked when he saw it was you, Denki’s face breaking into a grin as he leant on the taller boy. 

“Uh, hey guys! Fancy uh, seeing you… here?” You tried to break the silence, ignore how hungry Shinso looked, ignore the way Denki looked you up and down, ignore that they were both still hard. 

It didn’t work, and before you could react hands were grabbing you and pulling you closer to them. You ended up standing between them facing Shinso and with Denki far too close behind you, if he moved a centimetre he’d be pressed up against your ass. 

“Fancy it indeed, tell us, what were you doing here, Y/n?” Shinso’s tone was lazy, his hand rubbing up and down your arm and making it much harder to think.

“Uh I uh… came here to smoke? And then uh… you guys came in and-”

“You decided to listen to us fuck like some pervert?” 

“No! No that’s not it at all.” You tried to defend, throwing a look for help at Denki. He ignored you, golden eyes dark and fixed on SHinso. 

“It’s okay, Y/n, Denki’s a slut anyway, he doesn’t mind.” You blushed at his words, hoping against hope that this was it and you could run back to your dorm and uh… relieve some stress. 

“Now, back to you, hmm? You look quite flustered.” 

“N-No, I’m just uh, Denki?” You looked away when you felt arms wrap around your waist, Denki’s head resting on your shoulder. It would have been fine, if his hands didn’t travel lower, lower, lower-

“What are you doing?” You couldn’t stop yourself yelping, hands flying to Denki’s to try and pry them off. 

“Giving you what you want, wasn’t that clear baby?” Shinso moved closer, you were still distracted by Denki’s hands. 

“You need us as bad as we need you, there’s no point denying it.” 

“Shinso, I don’t-”

“Call me Hitoshi, won’t you? My last name is far too formal for our… relationship, don’t you think?” His hand came up to caress your cheek and you couldn’t speak, your mind stopped working and before you knew it Denki had one hand down your pants.

“Huh?!” You tried to squirm away, letting out a whimper as Hitoshi held you in place, unable to do anything except feel Denki’s fingers slip under you underwear, brushing your clit as he felt around. 

“You’re already so wet Y/n! That’ll make this so much more fun!” You could feel him grinning against your neck, sigh of relief leaving you when he pulled his hand back.

“What do you mean Denki, you need to stop this is-”

Hitoshi cut you off, finger pressed to your lips before it was replaced with his own. Denki seemed content kissing up and down your neck, and you were losing yourself in the sensations before you could stop or pull yourself back. It was a lost cause as soon as your arms wrapped around Hitoshi’s neck, fingers tugging purple strands and that had him moaning. Not one to be left out, Denki let his hands trail over your body, sliding up your stomach to lightly grab your chest before trailing down to your hips. Hitoshi finally pulled away, throwing a smirk your way before he turned you to face his blonde companion. 

“D-Denki?” You stuttered, throughourly breathless and turned on. They just thought you were so cute.

“Wanted you for so long Y/n, love you so much.” He already looks fucked out, if that was possible, babbling as he leant forward to kiss you. You could only kiss him back at this point, let Hitoshi begin tugging your underwear down, moaning as his finger circled your clit. 

“We’re gonna take real good care of you.” You got one last look into purple eyes before you and Denki were moved and shoved against the wall, yelp leaving you as your back made contact. Then lips were on yours again, your hands tangled in golden hair and you moaned as a finger entered you. 

Arranged marriage w shoto who a cold bitch and show no interest,,,, so reader hits it off w dabi,,, shoto get jelly and then threesome smut

This had been your destiny, your fate, ever since you’d turned five, to be wed to the crown prince Shoto, head of the high coven, on your eighteenth birthday. Despite trying to be open minded, and making the best of this situation, your ‘husband’, was making everything much, much hardere than it needed to be. And not in a good way. It had been months, and he’d barely said a word to you in all that time, despite the fact you shared a room, and slept in the same bed. Was it because he was a vampire, and didn’t see it fit to… be open with someone like you? A half breed demon with an affinity for poison? Maybe he thought you’d kill him. You never would, you were nice, despite your heritage despite what people would assume. You’d taken to wandering the castle since then, doing your own thing, even if it was rather lonely. 

You’d never been to this part of the castle before, it wasn’t bad… but it left an odd feeling in your stomach, something you couldn’t quite place. There were paintings on the wall, colours bright and vibrant, but still… wrong. A door sat at the end of the hall, curiosity winning you over as you walked towards it, some strange pull urging you on. The bite on your neck tingled, the mark that proved you and Shoto were… bonded. Bonds were meant to have all sorts of things attached, magical things. None of that had happened to you, however, maybe there was something wrong with you? The door loomed, pulling you out of your thoughts because now your hand rested on the knob and it was hot. It creaked as you pushed it open, your eyes curious and darting around the room, only to land on-

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You covered your eyes, you didn’t know someone was in her, someone hot and shirtless!

“It’s okay doll, look all you like.” His voice was nice, nice enough that you lowered your hands to look at the man. He was tall, lanky, but that didn’t hide the fact he looked strong. And the… you didn’t know what to call them, scars? Only added to his image.

“What uh, happened?”

“Long story doll, but to cut it short? I stood up to a tyrant, and he didn’t like it one bit. You can call me Dabi.” He seemed to read your mind, leaning back against the wall and letting his eyes wander over your form. A blush spread through you at his gaze, you weren’t wearing much, just a small red dress that seemed far too inappropriate for the occasion. 

“I’m uh, I’m Y/n.”

“Oh, so you’re the one married to my little brother, huh? How’s he been treating you?” Blue eyes burned into you, and you couldn’t stop the truth spilling out.

“Oh, fine… it’s just… he’s a tad cold. We haven’t really… clicked.” You shrugged, eyes downcast as you stared at the floor, missing the sympathy mixed with desire that flashed through Dabi’s eyes. 

“”Yeah, that's Shoto for you, he’s never really been one for people.”

Dabi and you had grown… close over the months. You’d leave for his quarters early in the morning, and only returned to yours when you needed to sleep. You hadn’t let him… bite you… but things had happened, just kisses here and there, but enough to make you feel guilty.  Shoto and you didn’t speak, but his eyes seemed to be on you more than before. You were walking back to your room, humming to yourself as you were lost in your thoughts, you’d be lying if you said they weren’t about Dabi. He was so nice, and attentived, alwasy listening and showering you in compliments and… you really did feel something for him. 

“Where have you been?”

“Shoto?” Your eyes widened at your husband sitting on your bed, scowl fixed on his face.

I wish i could finish this lmao,,,, ;((((

Aight so they in an,,, established relationship,,, denki nd reader were together nd then both were like ooooh shinsoooooo,,,, reader was gettin flirted w but is uh,,,, a lil obliviousd,,,, they fuck,,, in the dorms,,, reader was like,,,, a lil stoned thanks to denki

Shinso class b nd denki nd reader r class A

Classes had been… even more exhausting than normal. You were excited to be graduating soon, of course! But damn, the teachers couldn’t go easy on you? Denki had been uh, dealing with the stress in his own way, which was smoking a lot of weed, you did join him from time to time, today being one of them, but hey, at least he liked your cooking? You’d collapsed on your bed as soon as you’d gotten to your room, too relieved to even wonder where your boyfriends were, they were usually here before you. Somehow managing to stand up, you changed into something more comfortable, brows slioghtly furrowed as your boyfriends still didn’t show. The door opened just as you were reaching for your phone, revealing a rather flushed Denki and oh.

“Sorry I took so long babe, Hitoshi got me first.” He grinned, making a beeline for you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You let the blonde lead you back to your bed, a giggle leaving you when the two of you fell onto the bed, Denki kissing along your neck in the way he knew you loved. 

“Where is he now?” You pushed him off briefly, brows furrowed. You missed Hitoshi, Denki and you were in the same class, but Hitoshi was in 3-B, so you didn’t see him as much, something that bothered all of you.

“He’s coming, just had to pick something up.” Denki was more focused on kissing you, and you were happy to oblige now you knew Hitoshi was on his way. 

You were on top of Denki by the time Hitoshi got back, Denki’s shirt and your hoodie were thrown somewhere on the floor, and his hands were on your ass. 

“Glad you two are enjoying yourselves.” He leant back against the door, smirking as you tried to untangle yourself from Denki. 

“Toshi! You’re finally- ah- here!” Denki didn’t let you go, arms wrapped tight around your waist to stop you moving.

[icharchivist]

God it keeps getting worse i think i need to at least. ramble about it bc i’m really starting to bottle it all up and it’s frustrating me

i’ve moved away from home bc i can’t stand my family anymore and they all put me into too much amount of stress

my mom is also currently sueing my dad so he pays back the allowance he had stopped paying, illegally, those past few months, and she is already being heaviy about it bc she is putting herself even more in debt for that endeavor as if it wasn’t a mess already

and ever since the trial officially started my father keeps sending messages alongside a “proposition” to avoid the trial all together (of course something that would be good for him y’know) He doesn’t say what the proposition is ofc, since if he writes it down he becomes engaged to it and he wants to avoid that; He just keeps taunting me into meeting him so he could make that proposition.

Meanwhile bc knowing my dad once we are done with the trial for him to pay back what he’s due, i’ve covered myself by hiring a lawyer  so later i could do a work so the allowance would be legally given to me, so my father doesn’t pull what he does to my sister ie blackmailling her into doing things if she wants the money he’s due to her but doesn’t have an official state document stating so

I should also remind that my fahter is very well off, like, very much so. this isn’t some petty scambling to get 2€ or something, the guy has a lot of money. He also holds back goods that belongs to us and would eventually bring us money that belongs to us.

anyway, birthday around the corner, my sister calls me to wish me a happy birthday- and start talking about what my mom had told her, that i moved away, and that we were gonna follow my father to court. So things my mom spilled to her. She tried to dissuade me, telling me not to.

She also worded what my father’s proposition was: to give us the money of the goods he’s withholding so he wouldn’t have to give the allowance instead. so basically she says that instead of the 780€ months i should just take the ~15k€ net, despite the fact the 15k€ actually belong to us and my father has no right withholding them (very long, propriety story not worth telling)

Anyway I told my sister the lawyer was mostly a protection not to talk about the rest and here we are since then:

my father knows that i moved away and knows where i live, which he had made sure to let me know through very ominous texts. He also keeps sending messages about the Proposition with emotional blackmail like he does so well. He also left a voicemail for that. He makes very clear my sister told him about my situation so he tries to have things going his way.

Meanwhile my mom, whom i don’t talk with much since i moved out, is still being harrassed by my dad and she complaisn about it everytime we talk so it adds to the very heaviness i was trying to run away from to start with (on top of her others problems like with my ex step dad)

Eventually today i brought to her attention that my sister had kept my father aware of my moves, without even accusing my mom, just that “what you told my sister about came back to my father’s ears”

My mom first started to defend herself that it wasn’t her who told my sister about my whereabouts which is... absolutly impossible (like my sister knew my friend paid for my caution since none of my parents helped out, she knew the name of the specific friend who helped out, so like... She has to know). But my mom rejected the blame. 

But apparently since then she’s also been yelling at my sister because of her telling my dad about it

which came back to my father’s ears who is now sending horrible messages because “how dare didn’t you keep our conversation between the two of us”, as well as well. Tasteful coments as always.

(”Since it doesn’t stay between the two of us. Your asshole of a mom is shitting all over your sister now. I remove myself from my good intentions. See you in court. It’s the judge who will decide since you refuse to grow up and take upon yourself the fact you decided to not do a fucking thing at 24yo. No more wanting to help you. Keep manipulating your mom, since she’s too stupid to understand your circus, but not enough still”. This is a rough translation of the text i’ve just received and no matter how much i’m used to those they always, always have an impact.)

He sent messages all day long and this is just... the last straw.

I’ve dealt with my father’s bad messages and never blocked him in case i could/should use his texts in court and all (which is such a fucked up way to see your dynamic with your family) but i ended up caving in and block him

and anyway i feel terrible about this whole situation despite knowing i have cause for behaving the way i do, that I can’t trust my family, and that every single of those problems that had got out of hands and are blamed on me were all based on my parents doing bullshit. and how they expect me to deal with their bullshit,that i somehow should control my other parent or something. 

And i hate how insidious it gets, how then it creeps into my mind thinking i’ve done something wrong for not playing in the hands of my parents, that i’m a bad person for such or such reason or how they twist my actions to fit their own narrative and i’m just... so tired of having to work everytime on the way i perceive myself to not get completely overwhelmed. And it adds to the general fear of not trusting my reality/my memories that I have had since forever with this family and honestly my only brink of sanity is having friends who had followed the case for a while and read my parents’s words directly so i am sure they have the raw thing and not however i would have “twisted it” (and even there it comes with its own weigh of guilt bc i throw at them a lot of heavy shits my parents send me and i wish i didn’t have to do this, it fucking sucks to read about. But i couldn’t have got this far without their help already).

This is exhausting and i’m tired and i hate that this is what i have to expect as family drama. 

I just want to be left alone. I’m so tired of it all and it drains absolutly all of my energy. 

I’ve left home because of that for crying out loud.

I just can’t wait until it’s finally all behind me and moving out was already a step forward but jfc is it always heavy to remember that 

So yeah when i meant a few days ago “woudln’t be a birthday without a family rama” this is the sort of things i am talking about and  i hate that this is my normal. 

God I have so much enough of this family i swear to god.

[imagineaworlds]

Don’t Say That -- Billy Hargrove

Written By: @aliedelanie

Request: “Hi! Could you do a billy story where he’s an asshole to everyone else but the reader? and she knows he acts like that because of his dad. & like with her billy is really vulnerable and everything and he’s also really protective. So one day his dad says something offensive to the reader and he finally stands up to his dad ❤️ Sorry if this is confusing xx” “Hey! Can you do a Billy imagine where he and the reader are sort of an "It" couple at school and the reader is similar to him. But one day they get into a fight (you can make it as angsty as angst can angst if you want) and the entire school is just sort of shocked when they don't see the two of them together. Then maybe the reader gets harassed by someone (or Billy gets harassed) and the other steps in bc they're so off their game they can't defend themself like usual and they get back together”

Warnings: Violence!!!!! Cursing.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Words: 1496

Listen to:  When You Love Someone by James TW

It wasn’t a surprise that Billy was nicer to you than he was to everyone else. Since he had moved to Hawkins, the two of you were inseparable, and no one was really sure why, even you guys weren’t sure. Honestly, you two just clicked immediately, and since then you told each other everything. Billy’s homelife was no secret to you, in fact he confided in you whenever his dad lashed out at him. Because of this, Billy had grown extremely protective of you, making sure that everyone in the school knew that you belonged to him and no one dared to think otherwise. Those who used to bully you scurried in the shadows when you and him would pass in the hallways, and those who were loyal to Billy would do anything for you. In other words, you two were the “it” couple of the school that everyone aspired to know and be.

Most nights when you had to study and Billy didn’t want to go home, you guys went to your house, but there was one night where Billy had to finish his essay and his dad was explicit when he said that Billy could only go straight to school and straight home that day. But Billy just had to finish that essay and get a good grade if he had any hope of graduating that year. He asked you if you were willing to come over to his house, but warned that if anything happened between him and his dad, you wouldn’t hesitate to turn and run. Never did he actually want you to witness the things his dad did to him, or worse, ever be struck by his dad. Neil, his dad, never had any boundaries. Anything that Billy loved or even cared for in the slightest was game for punching.

You had agreed, knowing that you were the only one he could trust to actually proof read his essay, and you wanted the best for him. When Billy pulled his car up to his house, you got out and pulled the seat forward for Max to jump out. She ran to the house and silently went to her room, while you and Billy went hand-in-hand to the door. Billy’s palms were sweaty, and you felt his hand shake nervously against yours. Wanting to calm him, you pressed a kiss to his cheek as you walked to the door.

“Don’t leave my side,” he whispered to me, his voice cracking with worry. You had never seen him this vulnerable, since at school and at your house he was always so confident. This was a different side of Billy that you were seeing for the first time.

“I won’t leave you,” you reassured him as he reached for the door handle and pushed the door open.

Instantly, echoing through the house, there was a stern voice, “Billy?! Is that you?!”

Billy cleared his throat, “Y-Yes, sir…”

“Good, good.” Neil’s disappeared and Billy relaxed.

He led you to his bedroom where he instantly locked the door and sat his bag down near his desk. You took a seat on his bed, digging through your own bag to find your homework, while Billy sat down at his desk. Billy got to work, scribbling away words for his essay, concentrating harshly on every letter. Then, his head popped up and he turned to you, “Does this make sense?” he grabbed his paper and read, “‘However, the beaches in California are nothing compared to the beauty of the woods in Hawkins. The way your feets’—”

“Feet,” you corrected him.

Billy erased the ‘s’ quickly, then continued, “‘The way your feet glide across the dirt paths, and the smell of acorns, and the way squirrels crawl on trees, and the way the sunlight shines through the trees, it can’t be compared.’ What do you think?”

“I think that you have a run-on sentence.”

“A what?” Billy asked.

“A run-on sentence. You said too much for one sentence so it became redundant.”

Billy looked confused, “That’s a thing?”

You laughed and nodded. You went over to him and took his paper and pencil from him and began writing away, fixing his sentence. “Try that,” you said, handing back the paper.

“‘The way your feet glide across the dirt paths to create a crunching sound; and above your head there’s sunlight peeking through the trees. The wildlife, too, contributes to its beauty. Squirrels jump from tree to tree, and rabbits hop from bush to bush. A walk through the woods in Hawkins almost guarantees you the gift of spotting wildlife.’” Billy groaned, “Dammit, you’re so much better at this than I am. Can you just write it for me?”

“No,” you laughed. “I know you can do it, I have faith in you.” Billy’s face was down with sadness. “Hey, cheer up. The rest of it sounds perfect so far, right? Just finish up this paragraph and you’re all done. The teacher’s going to love it tomorrow… and you want to know how I know?”

Billy nodded.

“Because I love you, and it’s the best paper I’ve ever read.”

“That’s a lie.”

“That I don’t love you?”

“That it’s the best paper you’ve ever read,” Billy responded, “I have no doubt that you love me.” He gave a cocky smile, “Because I love you.” We both giggled as he pulled me in for a passionate kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

We parted when there was a startling loud knock on his bedroom door. “Billy!” Neil’s voice roared, “What whore do you have in there?”

Billy stood, his face washed over with anger. “She isn’t a whore, dad. [y/n]’s my girlfriend.”

Neil pounded his first harder against the door, “Open this door right now, Billy.”

Billy looked to me with worried eyes as meandered over to the door. He took a moment before opening the door. “What?” he asked.

“Since when do you have a girlfriend? Hmmm?” Neil had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes were stern and staring down Billy. It was no wonder to you in that moment as to why Billy was afraid of his dad.

Billy looked back at you over his shoulder, “We’ve been dating for a few months.”

“So you’ve been lying to me, then? Is that it?” Billy stayed silent. “Are you lying to me now, Billy?!” Neil uncrossed his arms and lunged forward, pushing his son against the opposite wall.  “Don’t you ever lie to me again!” Billy’s eyes were filled with water as tears threatened to spill. “Do you understand me? This whore is nothing, do you get that? She’s nothing…”

Fear and sadness was quickly replaced with anger as Billy tried to control his emotions. “Don’t say that about her…” he said under his breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Neil taunted.

“I said, don’t say that she’s nothing, because she’s everything.”

“Whores are nothing, Billy, you’ll learn that.”

Billy looked angrier, “She. Isn’t. A. Whore.”

“Are you talking back to me?” Billy turned away from Neil’s hit. You didn’t know what to do. You knew that if you attempted to help, you would only have put yourself in danger, and Billy made you promise before going to his house that you would run if his dad hit him. “She’s a whore, and that’s all she’ll ever be.”

Billy had enough with his dad talking bad about you. And to everyone’s surprise, Billy stood and swung a punch at his dad. “Don’t you ever say that again!” Billy yelled as he threw another punch.

“Billy, stop!” you cried as you tried to pull him off of Neil.

Billy stumbled back into your arms as they finally parted, and you held Billy close to you. He was crying. “I told you to leave if something happened.”

You hugged him close to your chest, “And I told you that I wouldn’t leave your side, and I meant it.” You kissed the top of his head, holding him as he cried, and his dad rolled onto his feet.

You looked up at Neil with fear, protecting Billy, but Billy went to protect you first, covering you with his body. “Get out of my house… Both of you…”

Billy didn’t give it a second thought. He grabbed your hand and brought you both to your feet. Together, you ran around Neil and ran out of the house and got into Billy’s car. As you drove away and went to your house, you realized something. That house, where Neil, Susan, and Max lived hadn’t been Billy’s home for a while, and it was finally a blessing to get him out of that toxic environment. Your hands were still clasped together as he drove with one hand, and he brought your hand to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss. And he just drove silently, finally looking forward to a good night’s sleep and keeping you safe.

[survivorbehemoth]

Episode #9: “i hope that i'm out of the pickle and eating the... pickle” - Daisy

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So here is my i guess merge confessional! LOOK WHAT I DID! I MADE THE MERGE HEHEHEHEHEHEHE. Voting cindi out last round was very sad but very needed, i think she was looking to have fun and cause chaos but i need some stability in my life rn, crackhead seamus has not came out yet and he can’t yet LMAO. so what happened is as soon as we merged Szymon approached me and wanted to call, and pretty much went on a rant about how annoying Rob is and how everyones so far up his ass, and that HE HAS THE IDOL!!!! And that Szymon wants me daisy and jules to start working together which i was like OH I LIKE THIS. Going into merge i wanted to reconnect with rob, and then keep my alliances with daisy and gage and try and just use them as shields to get into deep merge and then start causing shit.

In terms of my thoughts on everyone…. Gage i am very torn about. Because he is the person i am closest to on a personal level but i think game wise he just is rlly desperate to not lose. I offered him a f2 on our last tribe which i do intend on keeping my word on, but then as soon as we merge i just felt kinda off about him? And he formed a new alliance with Szymon Rob and Conor and didnt say nothing to me or tried to include me. Szymon leaked it tho and so im like oh ok i see i see. I think he is trying to have his hand in everyones cookie jar, but knowing he wants everything is off putting from an ally stance. But also last night he opened up a bit with me and i think he genuinely does wanna work with me, just perhaps not with Daisy. so i am trying to figure out like what is the right move with Gage, is he someone who can actually commit? and will he defend me if people like rob or conor suggest voting me? idk, but i hope he would.

Daisy: my relationship with Daisy is really strong. I think we have a lot in common personally and game wise we mesh really well. Coming in from embb10 i wasnt sure how we would work together but so far so good. everyday she makes me laugh and i want to keep working with her. Supposedly people are painting us two as a duo but i also think if people targeted us they would choose Daisy over me at this point which means i can embrace and keep working with her however openly i wish. Daisy i think also wants to more so work with Szymon and Jules which is fine by me. I think us 3/4 can work really well, it’s just about finding the right time to possibly take a shot at someone.

Szymon: i wasnt sure how i felt about Szymon at the beginning. Sometimes i thought he was annoying, other times i just thought he was being himself which i sometimes just dont vibe with. But him being really honest about his opinions with people shows that he actually is someone i can work with. i am a blunt person and when others are willing to throw mud too, it means we can work well together. I think he is very eager to vote out Rob and also doesnt want to work with Gage which i’m not 100% sure what my plan is yet regarding both.

Rob: rob is a big threat but only because he is so blatantly talking to everyone. dont get me wrong Rob is a great guy, but he isn’t a great ally just because he talks to me. I also know that he has the idol and clearly I aint the top of his ally list since he didnt include me in the one with gage szymon and conor and he also didnt tell me about his idol. Also every inactive person talking to him is not good bc i dont want his farmer ass to let his sheep target me. I think Rob may go home very early and he wont even see it coming.

chips/brandan: we arent working together. that’s about it.

Conor: we became a bit closer during the swap but i certainly wouldnt say he is an ally. more like a neutral friend. i think conor plans on working with gage/rob/szymon. which doesnt include me. But i dont think he has many other connections such as with dylan or daisy or jules. so im not sure how much he’ll be doing anytime soon.

Lovelis: he seems pretty inactive. itll be interesting to see if i can use our pre-established friendship to kinda pull him in and work with him but i also dont know who he plans on working with or doing. very nice and everyone agrees when he is on he is fun to talk to, its just about activity levels and trying to see if he actually is here to play or not.

Dylan: I LIKE DYLAN. BUT HE ALSO LEFT ME ON READ FOR LIKE 16 HOURS NOW LMAO. He was super fun to talk to on our tribe game night, and then in pms but then he kinda ghosted me but continued to talk in the tribe chat. granted i got rlly sloppy drunk last night so when he was free to talk more i wasnt ;/ So ill be interested to see if we can keep vibing, im defnitely open to working with him bc he seems like he would be fun to strategize and work with, but we aren’t necessarily at that point yet.

Jules: juuuules!!!!! amazing, fantastic, the best. but also not the most active. im interested in working with her and i think she appreciates me being crazy and i appreciate her being crazy too. also she is the main reason i won this challenge SOOOOOO. I think me szymon and daisy have a great opportunity to work with her and form a tight 4 if thats the path we choose to go down. Jules is here for fun and to socialize with people and i think some people are off putted by that but i thinks its fine, i just hope we have fun doing crazy stuff together and not against one another :D

THATS IT! MY MERGE CAST ASSESSMENT.

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SO I WON IMMUNITY! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE WHICH IS KINDA EMBARRASING SINCE I ONLY ASKED 2 PEOPLE FOR THEIR WORDS, AND THEN DAISY/JULES/SZYMON GAVE ME THE REST. Honk honk i love sharing, this is what communism is all about! But being immune first is kinda a great thing because it really puts you in a firm spot and allows/forces people to strategize with you. since i am unsure if i can attend tribal/live night it also provides some much needed security early on. i am hoping chips goes home at this first tribal which seemingly everyone is on board with. And then id prefer brandan or lovelis to go in live night. But i think Szymon and Daisy will want to vote for Rob. I am not sure if i want to take that shot yet because it might hurt my chances of working with Gage, but also leaves several more inactive people in. if i was confident people like lovelis and brandan would follow rob out the door that would be one thing, but i think it would make people like conor/gage possibly start targeting szymon/daisy/myself and that isnt a good thing. especially if we can wait to f9, and have 5 directly on rob and he goes home and then theres less potential for us getting outvoted

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I know I have been sending only really text confessionals right now and I am REALLY sorry about that, since pretty much a lot of my life has FINALLY FUCKING CLEARED UP I can actually start doing them, butttt since I'm a procrastinator on all sense of the word I'm just gonna type something here and be done with it okay?

Anyways, MERRRRGGGEE! I am fucking SHOCKED that I have made it this far. Keep in mind I really don't think that I would have had any issues getting to the merge keep in mind. Other than the shit I was going through early game and then with some other stuff I feel relatively blessed to be here. I made some connections on my swapped tribe which helped me stay around, and then afterwards I pretty much like... I'm here! I wanted to try and win as many challenges as I could just to help me get by, but then again I'm not the most TALKATIVE person in the world so whatever, I'm planning on fixing that now.

ANYWAYS going into live night I am worried. I was playing three games at once including this WHILE working and BEFORE I got COVID so that was.... okay that wasn't really that fun but still WHATEVER I TRIED GURL OKAY? And from the looks of it the first round should be easy with a relative chips boot which I am fine with. The second round though? That's where the primary issue lies. The only name I heard relative to that is potentially lovealis which I am down with. I got Jules who is a Brandan STAN, my Coco loco alliance with daisy/szymon, and other connections I have made with people like rob. Since after Chips leaves we're in the Final 10 during live night that's easier for my mental sanity. and with me/daisy/szymon/rob/jules, that is already HALF the votes. So I feel... good.

I did not succeed at the social queen immunity.

A social queen i am not.

I was told the vote would be me... so I packed my bags.

Then... a LONG time later they want to blindside Rob. I say okay, I'm down knowing I trust no one so trying to hold on to my smallest sliver of hope that this isn't an elaborate lie.

Then we get live round! If I make it that far I'm ready to party!

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Rob is voted out 6-3-1. He becomes the first member of our jury. We then have LIVE NIGHT! At live night, Lovelis goes home 9-1 and becomes the second member of our jury.

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[words-writ-in-starlight]

look I am sleepy and tired and I've got some school shit to attend to pre-enrollment tomorrow so HEY MORAN how would you write an AU where Steve Trevor ends up as the Winter Soldier figure. bc we need more of that trope always.

Okay so I’m real into Winter Soldier AUs where their identity is discovered in the WORST AVAILABLE WAY (well, all WS AUs tbh but like come on I like to see people break down), and also this morning @littlestartopaz suggested that the Waynes are basically the Starks but more humanitarian and less weapon designer (also please note that I generally adhere to Unpretty’s Batman personality because I like it).

So basically what I’m saying here is that Bruce, after the League has formed up and suffered a nasty battle that dredged up a lot of people’s old issues, returns to the unsolved case of his parents’ murder and mulls over the information .  He has done this for most of his life when things go awry, not so much because he expects to solve the crime anymore or even because he’s still as emotionally locked in that moment as he once was, but just…it’s his parents and he doesn’t know and if there’s one thing the Batman hates, it’s not knowing.  

This time he has actual people, though, and while Clark mostly goes home to Metropolis and his day job, Diana is formally speaking on leave from her day job and she knows who he is and he lets her stay in his mansion because she really loves his gardens.  (This is what clinches it for Diana–the Batman is a marshmallow under that layer of body armor.)  So she comes across this research and the two of them start poking around and they find a loose end that Bruce hasn’t seen before.  They start pulling on it and at first they think that it goes nowhere, that it dead ends in a conglomerate of the wealthy and ethically deficient that dissolved decades ago and took all their records with it.

Two days later, Dick Grayson (probably around seventeen now) hears a quiet beep when he opens his car door and it’s only the years of practice that let him throw himself back fast enough to escape most of the shrapnel.  Bruce shows up to the hospital where Dick is getting bandaged up (burns to his left forearm and lower leg, two cracked ribs, and a nasty bit of road rash on his right cheek and shoulder) like the wrath of God, and Diana is already on site, sifting through the debris for a clue.  This is a warning, plain and simple, targeting the eldest son–death of the firstborn, Dick says like it’s at all funny, aren’t there supposed to be some other plagues before that?–but a critical mistake has been made.  Bruce Wayne is rich and powerful and people know it, and feel threatened even by ‘eccentric playboy Brucie’ because, well, one time he found out someone was paying off a surveyor to build one of his buildings on a burial site, and he came down like the fist of an angry god.

Batman, defending his partner and adopted son, is going to rip these people to shreds.  

“Huh,” Diana says with interest, tapping her comm so that Bruce can hear her.  She’s picking over what’s left of the bomb itself, armored and disinterested in the police nervously milling about.  “I haven’t seen a weight trigger like this since I was in the trenches.”

The manhunt that gets underway is subtle, at first, Diana and Bruce operating from the shadows or with the mild interest of superheros who happen to be in the area, while Clark calls in a few favors to look into the names that Bruce and Diana were pulling at.  The rest of the League isn’t told, not yet, because Bruce is protective of his identity and even more so of his secrets and he’s still adjusting even just to Diana and Clark.  

Diana does a lot of the legwork.  Clark has a secret identity to keep up and Bruce has an injured kid to duct tape to a bed (the entire Wayne household redefines ‘bad patient’ to levels that frankly amaze Diana even now) so Diana is mostly the one quietly talking to people, pushing for information, searching, seeking, hunting.  

It draws attention to her, because it looks like Bruce took the warning seriously while she did not.

It takes less than a month for someone to be sent to…deal with her.

Diana is just leaving the house of a woman whose dead husband’s brother’s boss might have had something to do with the whole mess–all of her leads have been like this, but Diana doesn’t mind because Bruce should see that people don’t always have darkness in their souls.  She’s willing to work with his kids and Clark on proving the point.  Also, she finds the concept of attacking children as horrific as she did a century ago at Veld, and Hades have mercy on anyone who did, because Diana certainly wouldn’t.  (Dick had protested that he’s almost an adult and besides he’s been fighting crime since he was nine, and Tim sat on him.  Carefully.  With affection.)  So yeah, she’s fine with digging through people who are at two or three removes from the situation on the off chance that they might have information.  Also this particular woman makes lovely home-mixed tea with rosehips and lemon and honey, so there’s also that.

She’s not certain that she’s being followed until she turns into an alley and the figure drifts after her, and…he’s good, she almost missed him.  Diana admits it at once–never underestimate your opponent, Antiope’s voice whispers through the years–and twists on her heel to face him.  She believes he’s male, but he’s masked, hard plastic too pearly to be skin that covers his face from just below his eyes all the way down, hiding mouth and keeping his jaw closed like a muzzle.  His hair was buzzed short at some point, but it’s growing out, as if no one tends to it, and his eyes are as cold and empty as the clear sky at midwinter.

Diana feels a little sick.  She was ready to take him down, hard and fast, but the man following her looks more like a tormented hunting hound than anything else.  Like he’s forgotten what it’s like to be treated as human.

“Why are you following me?” she asks, holding a hand out, palm down, as if gentling a nervous horse.  “Can you tell me who sent you?”

He raises a gun and shoots twice without so much as batting an eye.  Diana barely gets her bracers up in time, and then the alley is a melee battle, gun and blind determination against lasso and lifelong training.

Obviously, Diana wins, and the gun clatters away, followed by not one but three knives and a second small gun.  Her opponent carries more weapons on him than Bruce does, which is no small feat, and finally she tackles him outright, bracing one knee on his left wrist and catching his right in her hand as she uses all her strength to deny his attempts to throw her off, already demanding answers.

“I said,” she snarls, hooking her nails under the mask and ripping it away, “who sent–”  Her words strangle on her tongue as the mask drops from nerveless fingers.  “Oh Hades,” she breathes, and reaches out, hand trembling.  “Steve?”

He takes the moment of weakness to slam his head into her nose, and she rocks back as he rolls away.  She lashes out on instinct with her lasso, catches his ankle and yanks him back down onto the asphalt.

“Steve,” she says again, getting a better look at his face this time.

He bares his teeth at her, as if threatening to tear her throat out if that’s what it takes.  “Who the hell is Steve?”

[iwishnomore]

there are mostly civilians in the camp people and kids that wouldnt be able to defend themselves well so V gets put there with a handful people to keep an eye out for them and

the camp gets in trouble with some other grp that take their supplies away before they can pick them up

so these people seem to have their base close to that camp and V being V wants to investigate and see if these guys are just talking big or if they really can take the camp out like they say if the camp doesnt pay to get THEIR OWN STUFF back sneaking her way to those people its not only clear that these guys are full of shit- but they also have beef with each other in their own little gangster grp

she witnesses how they basically ruin themselves drinking, fighting and taking their compadres out so problem solved itself u may think as V suprise hits the last guy standing who is just happy he has a lot of shit to live off of

so while she checks how much of the supplies these greasy guys had their hands on already she gets surprised by a RANDOM LOL patrol of aliens (what kawa u drunk go home)

seems those guys had their stuff a little too close to a checkpoint and the noise they made when they killed each other resulted in alien troops coming to check what the shit is going on

So far, V’s day is a rollercoaster of ups and downs she gets wounded on her leg but manages to take out 2 out of 3 aliens

hunter shows up and oh boi does she like him but also she does not trust him bc the last time he just dissappeared after she helped him and he helped her and now she thinks that he might just go ahead and kill her rollercoaster down so to speak he shoots the last alien saying something along the lines of ‘this one I am taking care of myself~’ meaning her, obv and she thinks its her last seconds lol so while she scrambles backwards and he casually walks towards her ANOTHER PERSON SHOWS UP

so in case u cant already tell from my rambling: ASSASSIN shows up- turns out hunter has ignored the elders call and she came to check up on her annoying brother lol he reacts quickly, making sure she doesnt notice V V IS HELLA CONFUSED BUT WHY NOT while they 'talk things out’ (rather get onto each others throat pretty much immediately) she takes her leave slowly and bleeding bc of that darn wound on her leg she tries to stop the bleeding and cover her tracks

not trusting her own ability and fearing that she might get followed anyways once her absence at the scene is noticed she avoids going straight to the camp doing all the indiana jones things she even wades thru a friggin river ….that rollercoaster keeps spiraling down eh?

tired, scared, bleeding and now also soaking wet and without her jacket bc thats what she used to get rid of the blood that might drip from her leg, pants,shoes whatevs and the supplies still are theoretically lost meh so she ends up exhausted somewhere in the woods like at this point V doesnt even care? she’s gonna do something …right after she rested her eyes for a minute mind u u.u bad idea

no amount of wading thru water and trying not to bleed everywhere helped and who shows up with the most satisfied shit eating grin under the sun? aye u might have guessed it hunter wastes no time telling her all the things she did wrong while funnily enough he also without explanation or anything he just inspects her wound and does some funny psi stuff this rollercoaster is confusing V is angry, she is pissed at herself and him of course- scolding her and gloating abt how she messed up but she is also confused af werent they done with helping? shoudltn he be just …skinning her alive or some shit since thats what they say he did to some people or maybe roast her

on a kebab stick but there he is

numbing the pain in her leg somehow and deciding that she needs to get somewhere else if she had more energy she might have tried to resist

but as things are nothing stops him when he picks her up (not elegantly in the least i might mention) and starts off to who knows where

so however much time passes V has no idea but it feels like not more than 5 minutes have gone by….then again…who knows…she might have fallen unconscious somewhere along the way

she gets plopped down and its soft wherever this is it looks better than anything she knows

she is so dumbfounded by her surroundings she doesnt even talk back at first when he tells her to get out of the wet clothes

she’s in the middle of stripping down all the while still oggling the room with the sleek surfaces and the outrageously comfy looking bed…how dare they…whoever owns this place should get beaten with a stick

so before her undies fall she snaps out of her thoughts and wants to yell at him Buuuut he is nowhere to be sen seen* ok so off with the undies

V wraps herself in a blanket and (WHY IS IT SO SOFT HOW DARE THEY)

V is still taking in the room wrapped in that blanket, her clothes sprawled over a now-not-pristine-white-anymore chair this room looks pretty but empty like someone had planned to live here

its pretty and empty and although the matress she sits on is insultingly cozy and the blanket a dream come true….its still cold and V has to make a concious effort to stop her teeth from chattering where the fuck did 'he’ go tho for a moment V imagines complete strangers entering the room to see a freezing V sitting on their bed and wrapped in their blanket

thats funny almost the whole situation is ridiculous

V is ready to walk back to that chair and wring herself into those wet clothes again

leaving this place and probably dying of hypothermia outside sounds just as bad as sitting here and waiting for kingdom come this is way too similar to the last time she was stranded with this guy speaking of which maybe he already left

with her bare feet she slowly tip taps thru the room, checking windows and closets and making her way to the only door in sight the second her fingers make contact with the handle the door opens

'gotcha. nessing with the doors again.’ messing* (lol jk) no lights for now he says but the place will warm up eventually theres electricity

he somewhat inores her °_° face and walks past her and she cringes when she realizes he goes straight to her stuff V almost trips over herself to make sure he cant get a hold of anything what are you doing making sure these will dry- or would you rather have them stay wet I dont mind you like this [insert rude smile here] so the clothes get taken care of

its still cold V is still confused by his charitable behaviour wtf is he thinking wtf is SHE thinking she completely forgot abt the whole 'he is gonna kill me’ story so, with newly found waryness she starts asking questions why help me why follow me why not kill me

whose place is this we gotta remember last time they met was when she helped him and he taunted her

and she bluntly spat out that she doesnt know why she does it but whats so wrong with that- maybe she just cant help it- maybe its not her fault she likes this guy so he pulls up a chair in front of her, sits down on it, his arms on the back of it whats so wrong with that i cant help it- its your fault

nothing else he grins he is fucking crazy and V isnt so sure but it almost felt like he could have said he liked her she huffs

i could have killed you countless times you snuck right thru those wannabes today like it was nothing but you wouldnt do that to me (ah so he had watched her? hello stalker how are u today) just like u cant hide your tracks or take care of yourself

her motions at her- probably talking abt her leg which is not helaed just not hurting bad very bad in fact bed and blanket have a nice new decal in rusty red by now (I SHOULD GET BETTER AT SHIT LLIKE THIS BUT WHATEVS)

'so you dont kill me you rather lecture me abt how unable i am to stay alive by myself?’ V is showing her best side today but oh well

maybe its the rollercoaster maybe its the whole situation

so V is ready to argue but hunter isnt in the mood lol he rather laughs at how its so easy to get her riled up

and he gets over to her mentioning something about her big ego in such a tiny body no wonder she got in trouble before he gets uncomfortably close but only to take care of her leg AGAIN

this time she struggles because 1 she is shamefully aware of her nudity under that blanket 2 he has zero problems pushing her from left to right as if she was a doll not funny so he manages to take care of the wound (i will just claim that he can do it with psi so ….pls dont slaughter me) and it only leaves a thick line of fresh pink skin on her leg- no wound but that pink skin is not nearly as pink as her face would be…if it wasnt so cold

seems the warmth he spoke abt earlier is still not coming around?

he had helped her with warmth before so why not do it again only this time she has no clothes and if he hasnt seen her blue lips from the cold he has definitely felt how icy her leg still was so off goes the armor

after the armor drops his hood drops he even takes off that sleeveless shirt

okay now Vs face definitely gets SOME shades pinker and not bc she is suddenly feeling less cold 'what the hell are u doing she scoots as far back on the bed as possible but OH MAN DOES SHE STARE

this guy is toned no weird alien anatomy apart from a slight difference in proportions but man lean and toned no wonder he picked her up like an acorn or a feather or whatever else V can come up with as a comparison 'so shy all of a sudden’ its true

V is staring with big eyes but not a single word comes out of her mouth as he comes closer he is not completely unclothed and its not like she hasnt seen men before but its different when u have to admit that u wanted to see something…and then like it too much when u do although u really neither shouldnt want to see it nor like it should/shouldnt whatever V knows this is wrong on more than one level

last time he’d had the blanket and she had bedgrudgingly come to him this time she has the blanket

and she wishes she could hide in it

she tenses up as his chest touches her cheek and his arms pull her close. he says something about deja vu and her being like a stray kitten but V doesnt listen last time his clothes had been like a shield between them this time her cheek presses against his skin

so they are, once again, in this position

V finds herself relax after a while bc feeling him like this and having the scent of his skin in her nose is getting her drowsy her head is filled with clouds and there is this incredibly need to nuzzle into him how to resist this is the most cruel seven minutes in heaven she has ever taken part in normally this would feel like the moment to do all the things and her heartbeat is saying just that nuzzle deeper breathe in this scent some more feel his skin

put your arms around this man instead she sits there like a marble statue but if she brushes her cheek against his skin just a little bit he wont notice right? he wont notice if she inhales a tiny bit longer than neccessary right?

would he notice if she moved a little, not much, just to feel his warmth some more and to lean into this not-really-embrace some more? shifting carefully and only a little was the plan

but when she feels his hands on her back move as well —her body moves as if on its own and she stretches and shifts enough to bury her face in the nape of his neck. …good job V. Very subtle she can barely hold back from sighing

it doesnt matter tho bc as if some silent agreement between them took place right as her fingertip gingerly move across his collarbone and to his jawilne one of his hands finds the back of her neck and guides her u.u and it happens no taunting no arguing no words at all

just warmth and silence and locked lips in a kiss

one kiss becomes two kisses three four each one greedier than the one before

bodys pressing against each other as if trying to melt into each other, hands roaming and breathless sighs gasping for air

V’s arms are wrapped around his neck, the blanket she was holding onto forgotten, her mind a mess, filled with the haze of want and a deep longing for his touch skin aginast skin

he is either gifted with natural talent or simply knows how to kiss and touch his hands are big and warm and they hold her tightly one more kiss they pause theres maybe 5milimeters between them none of them willing to let go

catching their breath

V feels a simmering ache between her thighs…and his arousal…well its obvious this is wrong no more she thinks but hesitantly places yet another kiss on his lips to betray her own thoughts there is not a hint of his usual smug smile on his lips the playful shimmer in his eyes she has seen so often is nowhere to be found

he is thinking

he bites back words as she kisses him again a chaste kiss on the lips and his fingertips gently caress the back of her head as he kisses back

with her hand against his chest she can feel that his heart is hammering just as fast as hers

He leans forward pushing V onto her back and into the heap of pillows behind her

with the blanket barely covering her nether regions she lies there, cheeks flushed and her hands timidly pulling back to cover herself. He is towering over her. V had almost forgotten how tall he is while kissing him- every touch had felt so natural so right. This view is a little intimidating to her….and exciting as well. The look on her face brings the smile back on his lips

he sits up, now kneeling between her legs. 'Now you’ve done it…’ he trails his hand over her healed thigh, his fingertips lightly brushing over the soft patch of pink. ’…your fault if you regret this..’ swift movements of his free hand undo his pants while the other hand disappears underneath the blanket covering V.

There was no denying it. V’s was dripping wet from the kisses and body contact alone…she’d felt the growing bulge in his pants. She couldn’t even think straight seeing it now although it was still hidden underneath the thick layer of fabric. Her eyes were transfixed on his hand on the pants hemline above it. V wanted him. Possible regrets or not.

She only realized where his other hand was wandering to when he slipped a finger between her wet folds. HE dragged his finger along the narrow path from her entrance to her clit and back, then teased her entrance, drawing circles around the overflowing heat- dipping into her from time to time ever so slightly but always leaving her wanting for more. He had her mewling and writhing in no time. Everytime she bucked her hips to meet his fingers he pulled back to deny her the pleasure she was seeking so depserately. Deeper. She wanted to feel it deeper inside. Sweet torture…. ’….please….’ It was a whimper so small and shy it was almost inaudible. The heat inside of her was unbearable. The small plea that had escaped her lips giving away how helplessly needy he had made her for him. With a low chuckle and a satisfied hiss he removed his hand from her fully. V bit her lip. She WAS like a stray kitten. Needy and outright begging. And now she had given herself away like an idiot as well. Yes, she wanted him. Maybe had wanted him from the start. Now he knew. And he would reject her. She closed her eyes, ready to hear the taunting and teasing. Oh silly human….why would he want you…. She waited for the words but they didnt come. Instead, the matress shifted. Movement. (would he leave her here like this??) V peeked through her lashes . He looked godly. Broad shoulders, sleek collarbones, smooth skin, defined abs. The lower her eyes wandered the more she asked herself what was not perfect abt him…he had strong hip bones as well…and even lower… The Hunter was moving slowly, he could tell she’d have her eyes on him. Some freedom from the tight pants was much needed and he smirked at her small gasp when his already leaking erection was revealed. He removed the last bits of clothing before he returned his attention to her…and his needs. His fingers were still wet from touching V when he wrapped them around his shaft. He was painfully hard and throbbing with arousal. There was nothing else he wanted more in this moment than burying himself deep inside of her.

[trying-vee]

While I was looking through my old shit, I found a really old WIP that I’d had fun writing, and then gave up on when I got lost on the journey of writing it

SO if you want ... I will leave it under the cut for you to read all you want ... bc it’s kinda long

Chapter 1

The sky lights up with bright white lightning. Lightning like this is normal in Calka’ura, however, when it is not followed by the crackle of deafening thunder that is when one should start to worry.

Standing under shelter, I watch as the rain drowns the land. I am merely a few minutes’ walk from where the lightning hit the ground. Being so close, I should’ve been deafened, but my hearing remains intact and functioning as normal. Instead, all I hear is the moaning of a girl.

The lightning has left a giant hole in the dirt, as if something heavy had landed with great force. I’m right. In the centre is a girl. She’s strange-looking, but she’s a girl, I’m sure of it. She wears odd clothes. During this time of year, she’ll freeze in them.

Her voice, small and cute – whimpering – is clear, though she is not awake.

I click my tongue twice. “Djero.” I call.

Black fur slides gracefully into view. Djero’s white spotted spine is the most visible part of his equine body in the darkness, other than his pale yellow eyes. He bends at the neck and rubs his head against my cheek in affection. Although he is lithe, he is also large.

“Come, Djero. I know you like the rain.”  I say, making my way to the girl.

In my arms, the girl feels underweight, too light. As for her clothing, it appears to be made out of leather-like hide, but it is too thin and it moulds to her body as if it is a second skin. I load the girl onto Djero and run as Djero carries the girl back to the shelter.

Thick furs that I was using to keep me warm sit in one corner of the shelter. Embers of a dying fire are barely still lit in the middle. Warmth is what the girl needs now, seeing as her body trembles and so I place her gently on the pallet. To keep myself warm, I curl up with Djero and promptly fall asleep.

When dawn breaks, I return to the village and bring the strange girl with me. She still has not woken, but her whimpering and shaking has stopped.

“Vanyara,” Father’s booming voice stops me in my tracks. “Who is this strange girl you’ve returned with?”

Bowing my head, I answer. “I don’t know, Father. I found her in the rain.” I told him.

Father watches me disappointedly, as if all the effort he spent raising me has just gone to waste. The look sends a sinking feeling deep into my stomach. Immediately, I want to apologise for whatever insubordinate action I’ve committed, but I’ve done nothing wrong. Simply bringing a strange girl back to the village is not a crime.

“Take her to the healer’s hut. We will decide what to do with her when she wakes.”

I nod my head in compliance and then scurry to fulfil Father’s orders.

Wet snow squelches under my feet, yet is silent under Djero’s, despite him being much larger than me. Huts on either side leave a wide space, enough for ten people to walk side by side in a straight line. Houses on the same side each have gaps three people wide between them. The reason for this is simply in the case of huts sliding in the mud during the cold season.

I take the girl off Djero’s back before I enter, as the horse is too large to fit. Inside the healing hut is the only person I feel comfortable with.

“Vanyara, what have you done to yourself now?” Carmira admonishes.

Smiling, I reply. “It’s not me this time, Carmira. I found a girl in the middle of Lightning Meadow, asleep.”

“No wonder she passed out, with you dressing like that.”

There is nothing wrong with how I clothe myself. Clad in heavy furs with the woollen tunic underneath tucked into my pants and the pant legs into my boots, I dress more like a Calka’uran man than woman, but it is of no consequence. Even the Aursk, the most weak-mannered clan on the west side of Calka’ura, would not fear the sight of a girl, who is only the tiniest bit taller than most, with pale grey eyes and lanky dark red hair that rarely suffers from trimmings, though when I do trim it, I don’t cut more than the length of my smallest finger.

“Strange-looking girl, isn’t she?” Carmira mutters to herself. “Her clothes almost guarantee that she’ll freeze in the night and that hair… I’ve never seen such pale hair this far south.”

Taking no notice of Carmira’s hushed ramblings, I prepare some things for when the girl wakes, placing them by her feet on the rest bed that Carmira set her upon.

Father’s call for dinner is the only reason I leave the healer’s hut.

Men fill the seats, their mess littering the floor and tables. As for Father himself, he sits at the head table, being the Ca’usk, our clan leader. Very few other women join these men at the feast. Most of them are disrespected, despite the fact that they fight just as well as the men do. All of these women gather at a single table, a single space still left for one other woman, brave enough to follow their example. It doesn’t need to be said that the seat doesn’t belong to me.

These warrior women all think of me as something else. I may be in their ranks, but I don’t belong with them, nor do I belong with men on either side of me, partaking in their vulgar jokes. I don’t belong at my father’s table while he entertains himself with a ginger-headed whore on his lap – a concubine, the one that took his attentions from my mother. Every day I endure this. Every day, I force myself to ignore the reality that most eyes are on us and whoever isn’t watching us is probably wondering why I am here in the first place.

I’ve given up trying to answer that question.

Ever since I could even hold a sharp object, I’ve been trained to fight, to earn my keep, to survive. Why did my father do that when he can’t even stand to look at me now?

I shovel food into my mouth, trying hard to keep myself from stabbing a knife into the whore’s eye. Dim lighting gives the room a cozy feeling, only rivalled by the warmth of the roaring fire. In spite of the hostility I often receive, I find comfort in watching the companionship shared by the people in this room. Although I know I’ll likely never be treated with the same open-heartedness, I know that if we are ever attacked, I can trust these people to defend the Ka’in territory with their lives. If not to defend their homes, then they’ll do it to defend the families that live in those homes.

Finishing my dinner, I excuse myself and make my way back to the healer hut. Carmira looks slightly relieved to see I am still alive and not being chased by the rest of the clan. When the girl wakes, I want to be the first to know and so, even when Carmira retires to her own bed, I stay in the hut.

Removing my thick furs, I am left in a leather bodice and very loose-fitting animal hide pants. The furs are used as bedding and I lie comfortably against the wall, well out of the way of anyone that might be walking around.

During the hours of the night, I barely sleep at all, as usual and when I wake, the sun still hides behind the hills. I rise, standing, staring outside as light penetrates the room through the window and men begin their days.

The smell of Carmira cooking slices of boar for breakfast wafts throughout the hut, making my stomach growl. Apparently, the scent is enough to also wake the unconscious, as the strange girl stirs, making odd noises.

“Mmmm,” she hums, sounding content. “Is that bacon I smell?”

The girl yawns, before stretching and rubbing her eyes open. When she looks around the room, her face appears completely blank and then panic slowly sets in. Her brow creases, her eyes widen and her mouth slacks.

She screams.

It is enough to make me jump to slap my hand over her mouth, ignoring the indignant words, muffled by my palm, pouring past her lips. I also ignore the fact that she eventually shuts up and licks my hand instead, trying to get me to remove it.

“Hush, girl,” Carmira’s soothing voice admonished. “And Vanyara, take your hand from her mouth. That is incredibly rude.”

“Apologies,” I mutter.

The girl looks around the room, as if she’s never seen anything like our small hut before. Maybe she hasn’t. Maybe she’s from another kingdom. Aska’an, perhaps, or Okara’ura, however, it would be unlikely, seeing as Calka’ura has extremely turbulent waters surrounding it. Although, it would explain how she is dressed. Okaruns tend to place more value on aesthetically pleasing materials than materials that are of use.

Gently, trying not to startle her, I hand her the clothing I prepared earlier. “Here,” I say. “You’re going to freeze.”

Carmira’s young apprentice, Sina, enters the hut with an air of trepidation about her. Immediately, the healer sends Sina to tell my father that the stranger girl has awoken. Sternness is not something I am used to hearing in Carmira’s voice and so the abrupt order surprises me. Really, it shouldn’t. A healer must know when to be firm and when to be kind.

While Sina has gone to deliver the news to Father, Carmira hands both the girl and I plates of food each. The fat from the boar meat slides down my chin and fingers.

“Vanyara, girl, you are not a man.” Carmira chastises. “Wipe the fat from your mouth.”

I am given a flannel to do so. As I finish eating, Father enters the small hut and the place seems smaller than usual. The Ca’usk is a big man, bigger than most warriors. He has to be; his size wards off most who might think to challenge him. Heavy furs add to the appearance, making him look ever larger than he is. Grey eyes – almost black – stare past me to the girl, whose name has yet to be told.

“Vanyara,” Carmira’s soft voice warns me to his approach, but I already know to back away from the girl.

“Do you speak girl?” Father’s gruff voice asks.

“Y-y-yes, sir,” she answers. Her accent has an odd twang I’ve never heard before.

“You will address me as Ca’usk Ka’in.” The girl only nods at Father’s orders. “Good, now, girl, your name.”

Now, she is visibly shaking. “A-Adena, S- I mean, Ca’usk Ka’in.”

Father nods. “And your clan?”

“C-clan?”

“If not a clan, where do you come from?”

“I-Ihra, C-Ca’usk K-Ka’in.” Adena says.

Carmira interrupts Father’s questioning, probably sensing Adena’s fear of him. “Do you know where you are, Adena?” Adena only shakes her head in answer. “You are in Calka’ura, in Ka’in territory. Have you heard of Calka’ura?” This time, the girl nods.

“W-what’s going to happen to me?” Adena asks.

“You will be given food and a horse and a map and you will go home.” Father says, uncaring.

I rise. “No,” I say. Father’s head snaps to me.

“You disobey me, your father and your Ca’usk!?” He roars.

“I found the girl. She is mine. I will take care of her. Her mistakes are my mistakes. Whatever wrong she does, whatever crime she commits from here on, I will take responsibility for.” I argue. Father should not have right over her and she would not survive on her own, especially in this cold, clearly demonstrated by the thin clothing I found her in.

His blackish-grey eyes find mine and hold them. “If you take responsibility for her, then take her somewhere else.”

“Why can we not just let her stay?” I continue to argue.

Father has lost all patience with me. “ENOUGH! You will go with her and you will not return. You are no longer my child and heir or part of the Ka’in Clan!”

Sina’s gasp in the background breaks the hush Father’s statement has caused.

I merely nod, accepting my new fate.

As the door shuts, I let out a large breath of despair. Nobody else disobeys father. No one but me, and this time, I’ve clearly gone too far with my stubbornness.

Carmira sighs while the girl lets out a nervous giggle.

“I know not your names.” Adena says.

Sina doesn’t bother to answer. Instead, she storms through the hut door after shooting a scowl towards Adena and I.

Once again, Carmira sighs. “Sina is a loyal child. If she feels you have slighted our clan in anyway, she will show you no sympathy or kindness. I’m Carmira Liaschild, clan healer. This is Vanyara Ka’inschild – well, I suppose, her name is simply Vanyara, now. She has rescued you from a cold death, twice now.” I no longer have a last name, but for some reason, I’m not as sad as I know I should be. I don’t know what I feel.

Lighter, perhaps?

Adena nods. “What – what will happen to me?” She asks again.

I motion to the clothes sitting next to her. “Get changed, quickly.”

She does, and swiftly, but still has to ask, “What am I supposed to do with these?”

Carmira sniggers, but tries to hold it back.

“You put them over your feet. They should stop around your knees and then you pull the string to tighten them so they don’t fall.” I supply.

“So… they’re simply long socks?” She says.

I nod and try not to roll my eyes. Her mouth makes an ‘o’ and her face heats in a flush. I find it somewhat… cute. Adena’s head snaps up and looks at me with an expression of confusion. She shakes her head.

Finished with the furs, she slips the leather boots over her feet and stands. In my clothes, Adena looks completely out of place, as if a sheep among wolves. The bright yellow hair doesn’t help any, nor do the watery blue eyes. I tell her to put the hood up and then follow me.

I lead her out of the hut and into the cold. It snowed lightly during my sleep and wet ice dampens the pathways. Sharp air bites at my cheeks and plays with my hair, sadistically whipping it against my already stinging skin. I thank the Gods that winter is not the longest season.

With a quick glance towards Adena, I take in her lightly tanned skin, pale from the bitterness of the wind, her cheeks red. As she continues to walk, she tucks her hands under her armpits and grinds her teeth together, perhaps to stop them from chattering. Her shoulders hunch slightly, tucking into herself and a miserable pout settles on her thin lips.

Multiple feet can be heard a few metres away, not in sight yet, but close enough to worry about. I pull Adena into a gap between huts and walk out through the other side. The people on the other side don’t stop and neither do I. With Adena’s bright yellow hair, it will be obvious she is an outsider and the Ka’in clan don’t often take well to those not born to us, making it a wonder as to why we aren’t marrying brother to sister.

If Sina hasn’t told anyone yet, then I will be grateful to her, but I doubt her ability to hold her tongue. On more than one occasion, I have heard her muttering about other women while she worked, telling stories that likely held no truth and were figments of her imagination. I hold a strong distaste for Sina and women like her.

In my own hut, I motion for Adena to sit as I go about making a fire to heat the small space.

“Do you know how to cook?” I ask. She shakes her head. “Clean?” Again, she repeats the head shake. “What do you know how to do?”

Her frown deepens. Clearly, she is not well versed in the responsibilities women are given.

“Do you know how to fire an arrow?” I say.

Blonde locks fall over her shoulders from the amount of head shaking she starts doing. “Women are not permitted the use of weaponry in my country.”

“Useless.” I mutter.

Abruptly, her whole body slumps, as if defeated. “It was not my choice to come here.” She seethes quietly. I raise my brow, but I don’t comment on her words.

Picking up a knife, I change the subject. “I guess I will have to teach you, then.”

“Now?” She asks, staring at me with wide eyes.

“No, of course not now, the cold will stiffen your fingers and I don’t exactly trust someone like you not to hit anything other than the target.”

A crease forms between Adena’s brows. “Do you not have gloves I could practice with?”

Stupid girl. They’d get in the way. While I may use thick fur gloves while hunting, I’m not willing to risk the bow or arrow slipping in her fingers and I’d rather she get used to the feel of a bow in her hands before having gloves that hinder the motion of her fingers.

For now, she will have to stick with domestic responsibilities and hand-to-hand combat. It won’t be till the new season that I teach her how to properly utilise weapons and I will not teach her how to wield a sword without a sword of her own. I cannot have a sword made for her now, however. Perhaps I’ll spar with her and sticks. Father ordered me to leave and take her with, so that is what I will do. Picking up a bag, I stuff it with clothing. No thick furs merely supple leathers so we might replace the clothes we are wearing now when we clean them. In the meagre space left, I slide in a knife, despite already having three in the belt that sits low on my hips. Another bag is used to carry food, flint and dry wood. We’ll need it all if we are to get to where Adena lives. Also, a sewing kit is placed inside, just in case we tear anything. Adding in two pairs of spare boots and I have packed enough for the both of us. I set my sword down next to our packs.

“Where are we headed?” She asks, eyeing the sword warily.

I take a moment to stare at her. “Your home,” I say slowly.

An airy snort comes from her nose. “Cursed be the one to return me home for their only reward will be the misery that befalls them.”

“I do not understand.” I say. “I do understand, however, that staying here is not an option, and from your words, I take it neither is going to your place of birth. It makes no difference. We shall make you a home and I will teach you the skills you need. For now, we sleep.”

“Why now? It’s only midday.”

I sigh. “Because I have a feeling that we will need to travel by night for a few days.”

Chapter 2

I feel like I am being crushed. The effort it takes for me to simply stand is enough to make me groan. Perhaps it’s the weight of my burden that weakens me. Vanyara sits calmly by the fire, taking no notice of me. She’s so strange. They’re all strange.

The people here appear human, but every movement they make is so different. They walk like humans, breath, and sleep and eat like humans, but they don’t speak the way I am accustomed to. From what I’ve seen, the men are much more heavily-set and muscular than back home, though taller, and the women are much curvier. But, none seem ashamed of their weight. Almost none are slim, but every single one of them is lean enough to look as if they could hold their own in a fight – especially Vanyara.

Despite being shorter than most everyone I know, she looks as if she could easily take down anyone she might chance upon. The dying embers of her hair reach between her shoulder blades in small braids and plaits all tied together and, judging from the length, she hasn’t cut it in years, with the exception of the sides of her head. Her scalp is visible where she cuts the hair away neatly around her ears and to form the point of a diamond where her fringe would be.

Now, even as I watch her prepare to leave, despite packing up earlier, she wears a relieved expression upon her face. Most would be screaming and huffing and crying over being forced to leave, but not Vanyara and this confounds me. She doesn’t even cuss at me under her breath, or swear at me for being the cause of her exile.

As I stand, her eyes flicker to me, but don’t linger. It’s a good thing. She doesn’t even seem to notice that my hair is a mess or that my breath probably reeks. Instead, she shoves a brown flat stick toward me.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Food.” She grunts with her words strangely accented, every syllable heavier than where I come from. “It is boar meat.” Meat is supple and easy to cut into – with the exception of beef. The meat she is trying to make me eat is most definitely not supple.

I scoff. “That is not meat.” She nods, chews a piece off and hands it back. Why did she do that? “I am most definitely not eating it now you’ve chewed on it.”

Vanyara sighs. “Tell me when you become hungry. I will get you food.”

“So you admit that’s not food.”

“It is food,” she grinds out. “You ate the same meat just hours ago.”

Oh. Well, if I had known it wasn’t bacon, I wouldn’t have eaten it, but it had smelled so good.

Vanyara rises from her crouch on her haunches with a grace I don’t think I could ever possibly achieve. While this girl is gorgeous, though, she is wild. I would never believe that she would be accepted into the society I was raised in.

I lie down on a thick padding of furs by the fire and hope my hair doesn’t catch light.

“What are you doing?” I demand as she moves to lie next to me.

She rolls her eyes. “Sleeping. Now be quiet.”

Despite it being daylight, I drift off quickly, even with Vanyara close enough for me to feel her body heat, her back against mine. My dreams feature Vanyara with the appearance of a warrior Goddess in somewhat racy clothing that would make me blush to be seen in. She fights men charging at her, one after another, and by the end, she stands upon a small hill of bodies with a victorious smile on her plump lips.

I scream as a knife plunges into her back.

“Adena!” She calls, faint. “Adena!” Wait, it’s not Vanyara calling me. “Adena!” Yes, it is, but not in my dream.

My eyes open to see pale grey ones staring back.

“Wake, Adena. Wake.” She orders.

“Okay, okay.” My mouth is dry and my tongue sticks to the roof of it. “I’m awake, no need to shout.” My body feels heavier than the first time I woke in this place.

Vanyara’s mouth purses. I’m not sure if it’s in frustration or worry when she rubs her hand across her tired face, smearing a patch of dirt on her cheek.

“It’s time we leave.” She says, letting out a deep breath.

After securing our boots to our feet, she hands me one of the two packs she prepared last night – it’s heavy – and slips into the darkness outside, ordering me to wait on the border of the inside and out. Moments later, I hear her boots squelching back towards me.

“Adena,” she calls. “Meet Lija.”

Walking out, I’m greeted by the sight of two massive horses, their backs reaching the height of my head. One has thick black fur, with white spots down its spine and the back of its head and eerie yellow eyes. The other is white and has black spots circling its neck and down onto its chest. Its eyes are glowing green. Both horses have rolls of bedding attached to them with leather straps around their gut.

Vanyara gestures to the giant white horse. “Lija is dark Djero’s sister. She will carry you.”

Lija, silently and slowly, strides towards me. Her eyes, locked to mine, seem to speak to me, to promise safety. Gentle as a mother with a new born babe, she presses her head to mine.

“She likes you.” Vanyara nods. “Good, we don’t have the time to find another.”

Swiftly, Vanyara takes hold of a lock of Djero’s mane and launches onto his back. Strangely, he doesn’t even move a muscle. Following her lead, I take Lija’s mane in my hand and attempt to do the same, but I land solidly on the floor instead of Lija’s back.

Vanyara sighs. “We don’t have time for this.”

She slides off Djero and grabs Lija’s mane. Taking my hand in hers, she pulls me close and takes hold of my waist. With an ease that is almost superhuman, I’m lifted onto the horse. Why hasn’t she yelled at me yet? Why not mumble her frustrations with having to care for me? I’m sure she thinks of me as useless. I could see it when she asked me if I knew how to use any weaponry – she even said it!

Back on her own horse, Vanyara leads Djero running out of the village. Lija doesn’t hesitate to follow. All I’m required to do is hold on to the mane while she gallops under me. With every push, I feel every one of Lija’s muscles under the fur blanket that Vanyara uses as a saddle. This is no saddle, though. Saddles are thick and made of hard, unyielding leather. This fur blanket is too soft and much too flimsy for me to utilise properly. Every hoof beat jars my teeth and bones together. It’s unpleasant to the say the least.

We stop when the sun starts to rise. In the grassy plains, watching the sunrise is quite unique. It’s not like being by the ocean, or on the top of a cathedral, but this is nice in its own way.

Vanyara lays a blanket out, picnic style, and frowns. She glances up momentarily, but looking back into the pack. “We don’t have time to make a stew…” she murmurs sadly. “Dried meat will have to suffice.”

I roll my eyes. Of course we’re stuck with the dried meat. I consider the horses lucky. Grass is easy to chew. Still, I eat as I sit next to Vanyara and watch the sun rise over the grassy horizon. Her arm presses against mine, and although we aren’t skin to skin, and there are layers of thick fur between us, I still feel the goosebumps rise on my arm. I’m intensely aware of her proximity and notice immediately when she shifts just barely an inch away. An unfamiliar feeling rises in my chest, but I don’t acknowledge it. It’s not important right now. I don’t even know what ‘it’ is.

She stands after about an hour and offers her hand.

“We have a long journey a head of us.” She says.

She’s still intent on helping me, and that alone makes me wonder: what is wrong with this girl?

“What’s with the ears?” I ask. Her hood has two large animal ears on it.

She shrugs and turns the horse to the direction she plans to go. “My coat is made of the pelt of snow rabbits and a large snow cat I killed in the beginning cold season months. I happened to like its ears.”

Morbid. I attempt not to think about what my own coat is made of as Lija carries me, following Djero across the open plain into a dense forest, thick with shrubbery and uneven ground. Not much time has passed, but Vanyara still stops us once more when we come across a clearing.

“Here,” she says. “We can sleep here.”

I don’t see a point in setting a fire during the light hours, but I don’t doubt that Vanyara understands her own actions, and trust her to keep me safe. She unravels the bedding from the horses and puts it on the ground, handing me what is mine to actually set up. I watch her as she moves about, appearing not to actually be doing anything useful. And I realise, when the horses have bedded down for sleep, that this is what she was waiting for, because it’s then that she lies her own furs on the floor directly next to Djero.

She is like a dog, I think. She circles and circles, until she finds a comfortable spot to lie in.

I sleep well that day.