#bro I would rather shoot myself

[katt1281]

i need like a lil guy on my shoulder that sprays me with water whenever I go to answer a discord dm. It literally never goes well but I keep doing it anyways for some reason

[slut4hee]

P*$$Y FAIRYꕥ

“Pussy fairy on the way”

{Pairing: Virgin College Student Jay x Blk Succubus Fem! Reader

{Synopsis: Jay didn’t take his best friend’s words seriously when he said “if you write your name on a piece of paper and leave a sample of your blood on it, a sex demon will come and fuck you that same night” So you come and show him that succubus are far from being a myth.

{Genre: smut, supernatural themes, Jay is a bit of an a introvert, Jake as his best friend, reader doesn’t kill her victims she just puts them in a deep sleep afterwards, 18+ so mdni!!!

{Warnings: loss of virginity, rough sex, oral (m receiving), overstimulation, Jay is a big sub in this sorry not sorry, big dick Jay, creampie, cum eating, marking, pet names, demons and angels mentioned, reader is kinda a menace, reader is described to be a thick brown skin fem with a curvy waist and a big butt don’t like it don’t read, reader has sensitivity in her wings basically another g-spot.

It’s Saturday evening and Jay is doing what he usually does on his weekends, which is play video games with his best friend Jake and eat a bunch of junk food. Jay has never been the type to go out and party on the weekends, instead he prefers to be in the comfort of his own home hidden away from the outside world. Unlike Jake who is guaranteed to be seen at every frat party hosted to mankind.

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Jay rolls his eyes at his best friend’s loud obnoxious laughter that fills his headset, he curses under his breath when his character dies for the 20th time.

“Dude you really fucking suck at this game you know that right?” Jake says in a mocking playful tone.

“Shut the fuck up bro, I got a new keyboard I gotta break it in” Jay defends himself taking a big sip of his cherry cola.

Jay goes to start up another game when suddenly he hears Jake’s phone ping continuously with notifications causing him to groan in annoyance at the sound.

“Dude could you please silence that shit, it’s driving me insane” he rolls his eyes once again as he starts shooting down enemies paying attention to the game on the big monitor screen.

“You’re just not used to hearing any notifications come through your phone because you got no bitches on your dick” Jake says sarcastically and in a fit of laughter.

“Haha very hilarious Jake” Jay bites back with a tinge of annoyance.

“Seriously Park, don’t you think it’s about time you bone something I mean dude you’re 22 years old” Jake says half joking as he shoots down another enemy.

“I mean it’s not like I haven’t thought about it, it’s like every time I get past the first stage and get the girl to my apartment and I tell her I’m a virgin next minute she’s storming out the door with disappointment” Jay said a little bit embarrassed scratching the back of his neck.

“That’s the problem bro, don’t tell them you’re a virgin of course they’re going to kick your ass to the curb“ Jake snorts and curses under his breath when the enemy’s sniper takes him down.

“Fuck no, and make them think I’m a bad fuck I rather keep whacking my shit myself” Jay said with a tinge of sarcasm leaning back in his chair to stretch his limps.

“First of all didn’t need to know that, 2nd of all I mean there’s always sex workers that’s more than willing” Jake said wiggling his eyebrows up and down at the video camera and chuckling.

“Yeah no, I’m not that desperate asshole I won’t stoop that low” Jay rolls his eyes at his friends crazy suggestion.

“How about you summon the Pussy Fairy maybe she could help you out” Jake laughs out loud logging off the game as he starts scrolling on his phone probably checking his notifications that was going off nonstop.

“Bro what are you even saying, there’s absolutely no such thing as a Pussy Fairy where did you even get that shit from?” Jay snickers and questions his best friend I mean who the fuck would believe in such crazy myth.

“Well you know my roommate Heeseung right? Well apparently there’s some type of ritual he did when he was virgin and a sex witch bitch came and fucked the living hell out of him, his words not mines” Jake shrugged his shoulders spinning around in his gaming chair.

“Bro well guess what, Heeseung is full of shit because there’s no such thing as witches and warlocks let alone a sex witch” Jay spits out chuckling to himself and shaking his head.

“Well supposedly all he did was light some candles form them in a circle, and then he got a piece of paper wrote his name on it and put a sample of his blood on it and chanted something five times along the lines of come to me, my body is yours, yours to feed, yours to want, and yours to fuck. Oh wait he also described what type of race, body type and personality he wants his sex fairy to be” Jake nods as he stands up grabbing his phone taking it with him to the kitchen.

“So you mean to tell me if I go full on Bonnie Bennett, a sex demon is gonna come and strip me of my virginity?! You gotta be kidding me Sim” Jay said not really believing anything his friend is saying, he’s never been the type to believe in supernatural stuff, let alone demons and angels.

“Look, I don’t know if what he was saying was true but all I know is the day he told me he was gonna do it, he woke up with scratches and bite marks on his chest and neck, and to top it off he slept for hours dude” Jake said taking a hand full of chips and popping them in his mouth smacking loud and obnoxious.

Jay cringes at the sound of his smacking “You got got proof? If so then I might just believe you” Jay said finding himself a lot more curious about this whole thing then he usually gets when something intrigues him.

“In fact I do” Jake hurries and presses on Heeseung’s contact to pull up their messages, he saves the pictures that Heeseung took of his body and sends it to Jays phone.

“Attachment Sent*

“Did you get it” Jake asks impatiently as he takes another handful of chips in his mouth.

Jay’s breath gets caught in his throat when he sees the bitemarks and scratches on Heeseungs body. He zooms in on the bitemarks on his neck and it looks like whatever or whoever did this to him had to have some pretty sharp teeth. This can’t be real right it has to be photoshopped right? RIGHT?!

“Fuck man, it looks like Dracula got to him look at shape of the teeth marks” Jay said in disbelief still staring at the pictures.

“Well you go ahead and play detective, I’m gonna go and meet my hot date I’ll catch ya later bro” before Jay can protest Jake hangs up the phone leaving Jay in his thoughts.

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The rest of the evening Jay finds himself replaying Jake’s words and the pictures of Heeseung in his head. He wonders if he truly was able to summon a sex demon and have the best fuck of his life. He sits up in his bed, smacking on his face telling himself to snap out of it but nothing seems to calm his racing thoughts on whether this theory is true.

“Oh what am I even thinking right now, it’s obviously a big joke there’s no such things as witches and sex demons I really gotta be out of my mind I almost fell for that shit” Jay said out loud to himself trying to convince himself to stop thinking about it.

But he can’t stop thinking about it, in fact he’s even stop trying to tell himself not to think about it and that’s how he finds himself digging through his apartment storage closet trying to find any spare candles he might have and to his luck he finds 4 candles. He grabs his notebook ripping a blank white page from it, he grabs his case of supplies and pulls out a paper clip.

As he starts to form the candles, he recalls Jake’s words saying his roommate formed them in a circle so he does just that. He jogs to the kitchen opening his cabinet to find his matches pulling them out. He brings the matches over to the circle and signs to himself when he slides the match against the scratchy back of the box causing the match to ignite. He leans down to light the candles one by one, the glow from the flame illuminating his face and the heat of it causing his forehead to start sweating.

“Well here goes nothing, I guess I should probably clear my web browser and lock my account since I possibly might die tonight” he said out loud to himself again. “Psst who am I kidding, of course this isn’t going to work I’m just going to do this stupid ritual to prove to Jake that Heeseung story he made up is bunch of bullshit” at this point he’s full on talking to himself, trying to calm his nerves and the anxiety that’s building up in his body. He grabs a pen from his desk and places the piece of paper on the floor leaning his body as he starts to write on the paper.

Jay would never probably come out openly and say this but he has a big attraction to Black women. As a Korean man growing up with Korean parents he was always taught to not date outside of his race but that didn’t stop Jay from secretly crushing on Black girls from afar.

His browser history consists of ebony porn and his hidden gallery is full of nude pictures of his favorite Black pornstars. Jay remembers the first time he felt an attraction to a Black female. It was in the 8th grade, Jay had a huge crush on a girl named Brianna Jones.

Brianna was Jays first love and also first kiss but due to fear of his disappointing his parents he broke up with her, shattering his and hers heart. So that’s how Jay finds himself writing down a description of a Black female with beautiful brown skin, curvy hips with a nice big ass, big tits, and a dominate personality.

As he finishes writing on the paper, he takes the paper clip and pricks his index finger hissing at the light sting. He lets some of the blood drip onto his name and some on the description of his sex demon.

Jay takes a deep breath as he sits inside the circle, he starts to say the same exact chanting words that Heeseung said, still not fully convinced as the words roll off his tongue nonchalantly. He lets the words fall from his mouth for the 5th time and suddenly the candles that were once lit suddenly blew out leaving his living room pitch dark.

Jay looks around frantically starting to freak out and that’s when he starts to feel dizzy like he’s going to pass out. Jay struggles to stand up stumbling backwards as he starts to lose consciousness and then boom everything goes black and he’s out like a light.

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When Jay regains consciousness, he feels his head pounding and his ears ringing. He groans rubbing his head looking around his room puzzled and then it hits him, how did he end up in his room when the last time he remembered he was in his living room.

Jay looks down to see that he’s half naked, shirtless with only his boxers on. Jay can then feel this eerie feeling floating around his room almost like he’s not alone, like he’s being watched and that’s when he hears a soft giggle echoe around his room sounding far but yet so close and chills run down his spine.

“W-Who’s there?” Jay lets out a shaky breath looking around his room helplessly and that’s when he sees a dark mist surrounding his bed. The only thought left in his head is fight or flight, he decides on flight as he jumps up from his bed trying to get away and suddenly he’s being pushed back down onto his bed.

His eyes widened when a figure appears in front of him, straddling his lap. Jay gulps when he takes in the sight of you, clad in purple lingerie showing off all your curves, your beautiful brown skin has a glow radiating from it, and your cleavage is spilling out of your bra.

“What’s wrong pretty boy, cat got your tongue?” Your lips curl up into a wicked smile as you run your fingertips slowly down his chest stopping at the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers.

“W-Where did you come from and who are you?” Jay manages to spit out shaky, anxiety and arousal building up all at once from the pressure of your body on top of his.

“The name’s Y/n, and you summoned me here naughty boy” you giggle playfully, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth when your hands meets his growing bulge gently palming him through his boxers.

Jay’s body shudders and his hips bucks up unintentionally as he feels your soft hand palming his half erect cock.“i don’t know what you mean i-i didn’t summon you fuck! I- please” jay says breathlessly trying to keep his composure and that’s when it all comes together.

As he takes time to get a good look at you. He scans your face and body and it all makes sense to him now. You look exactly how he wrote you, your thick juicy thighs covering his, your voluptuous breast sitting pretty on your chest and your dominant nature is causing him to feel weak in the knees and his erection to grow harder.

“Finally figured out huh there baby boy? You didn’t think us succubus were real didn’t you?” You coo at his shocked facial expression causing you to clench around nothing. Virgins were your favorite ones to prey on, always so pathetic and eager.

“So here’s how this is going to work Park Jongseong, you’re going to give me as much semen as I want, while in return I take away your pathetic little virginity got it?” You lean down to look him in the eyes meeting his intense gaze feeling your arousal starting to leak through your purple thong.

“P-Please touch me I’ll do whatever you want me to do just please make me feel good” Jay whimpers when he feels your wet muscle licking the shell of his earlobe. His cock twitches in the confines of his boxers begging to be released.

“Mmm looks like someone is eager aren’t you baby boy, don’t worry mommy’s going to take such good care of you” You smirk as you slide your body down his to reach his clothed bulge. You yank his boxers down causing his thick girthy dick to spring out, hitting his abdomen smearing precum over it.

“Fuck baby, what a huge cock you have mhm mommy going to have so much fun with this, I can tell your balls are full of your delicious creamy milk and I’m willing to take it all” you start to leave kitty licks on his angry red tip that leaks continuously with his clear essence. Jays body jerks violently from the feeling of your warm wet tongue on his sensitive tip.

“Ngh! Fuck mommy feels so good keep going” he grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail guiding your movements, you bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks taking more of his length down your little throat.

You can feel his thick cock pulsating with pleasure as you continue to deep throat as much of his length as you can, you stroke whatever rest of him you can’t fit in your mouth causing him to let out deep groans and mostly high pitched whiny moans. Drool and his pre cum drips down your chin as you continue to suck him sloppy.

“Fuck fuck fuck that’s it- nghhhh I’m gonna cum I’m gonna-“ you now focus on sucking hard on his red leaky tip, as his cock twitches uncontrollably. you can feel his body heating up and hips bucks up unintentionally causing his length to slide deep down your throat.

Before you know it, he releases his creamy essence down your throat, completely emptying his load into your mouth, as if your mouth was a dumpster but that’s what you are his little cum dump.

“Fuuckkk” Jay curses loudly when you continue sucking him, helping him prolong his climax. His chest heaves up and down as he tries to catch his breath. Already feeling drained from the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life, Jay understands now why his friends said a blowjob is the best way to blow your load, and they’re totally right because his hand couldn’t compare to your beast of a mouth.

“Don’t pass out on me just yet pretty boy we haven’t even got to the best part yet” you pout and coo at his fucked out expression, he’s so pathetic for feeling worn out from a little ole blowjob but that only makes you more excited to drain his body of it’s energy and ride him until the next morning.

You stand up from the bed as you start to strip out of your clothing, you decide to give him a little show as you slide the thin straps of your purple nightgown down your shoulders in the most seductive way. Jay stares at you with an intense expression full of lust and affection causing your parties to grow wetter.

You let the gown fall to floor leaving your chest bare to his eyes, you slowly shimmy out of your panties being completely naked now. You crawl back up onto the bed seductively until you’re straddling his lap again. You can feel his hard on poking your wet dripping core, you let out a whimper when you start to ground your warm wet pussy on his thick cock. Jay throws his head back as he lets out deep groans feeling your hot arousal where he needs you the most.

“Fuck Jay your cock is so hard, does mommy pussy feel good teasing your pathetic huge dick” you let out loud moans when his tip rubs against your clit causing your body to shudder violently.

“Oh my god mommy yes feels so good, please let me put it in, fuck wanna be inside your tight pussy” Jay bucks up his hips to meet your grinding ones causing you to let out a whimper. When his tip prods at your dripping hole, growing impatient to feel his thick cock inside your guts you finally rise your hips up as you start to slowly sink down on his throbbing length.

The stretch is overwhelming being that Jay is the biggest cock you ever taken. You can feel his cock filling your gummy walls whole, causing your insides to clench violently. On the other hand Jay feels like he’s going to pass out any minute from the feeling of your warm tight wet pussy wrapping snuggly around his cock.

He grips the sheets so roughly his knuckles turn a shade of white. He holds your hips in place as you finally take all of him inside you, your legs start to shake uncontrollably as you allow yourself to adjust to his size. You can feel his cock twitching and pulsating as you cock warm him. Finally when the pain turns into pleasure you start to slowly rock back and forth on him, you gasp voice trembling with ecstasy from the delicious drag of his cock.

“Oh fuck! Holy shit you’re so tight- Nghh” Jay’s hips bucks up to meet the rhythm you have set causing his body to arch off the bed when he feels your tight pussy clenching around his throbbing sex. His words seem to spur you on as you start to ride him faster, causing the bed to creak and the headboard to slam against the wall furiously.

The scent of sex, your loud moans and his deep grunts, and the sound of your hips slamming down against his, fills his room completely, in the back of his head he’s hoping his neighbors can’t hear what’s going on but that’s almost impossible from the way you’re riding the living hell out of him. You bounce on him like there’s no tomorrow, your sticky essence drips down your thighs onto his stomach. He hisses at the squelching sounds of your creamy pussy abusing his weeping cock.

“Fuck baby boy, dick so good fuuuckk cock so big you gonna make me cum goddamnit” the drag of his 8-inch cock plunges so deep into you, you feel his tip abusing your cervix. You scream to the top of your lungs when he grips your waist pulling you down on him, thrusting his hips upwards. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sets a brutal pace, feeling nothing but pleasure and lust.

“Ah f-fuck! I’m not gonna last long shit I’m gonna bust” Jay lets out whiny moans as he feels your cunt clenching for what seems like the 100th time. The tempo of your bodies meeting is insane and almost primal, Jay fucks up and looks down to see where your sweaty bodies are connecting and that’s what sends him into a frenzy as his body shudders nonstop.

His orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave, letting out a guttural moan as his thick spurts of cum fills up your womb. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your legs shaking dangerously from the feeling of his warm cum filling up your insides.

The overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full, makes you lose control over your body as your wings spring out on their own. Jay’s eyes widened at the sight of them, reality hitting him that he’s fucking a sex demon.

You continue to ride him lost in the feeling of his thick cock hitting all the right spots. Pleasure takes over Jay’s body once again as he lets out a whimper from the feeling of you riding him hard. Overstimulation hitting him wildly, his body feels numb and his ears are ringing as a wave of heat washes over his body.

Jay’s rough hand grips on your plump asscheek while the other one fondles one of your juicy boobs. Out of curiosity Jay goes to touch one your wings, lightly squeezing it. Like time freezes you let out a loud high pitched scream, the feeling is almost unbearable, your body feels fuzzy and the band in your stomach threatening to snap any minute.

“No, No No please not there I-i can’t take it, it feels so good gonna squirt” You scratch at his chest with your long acrylics. Jay hisses at the sting of your nails digging into his skin. He continues to caress both of your wings and just like that the band in your stomach snaps causing you to squirt all over Jay and ruin his perfectly white sheets.

You collapsed on top of him, panting as you try to calm down from your high, Jay’s chest heaves up and down as holds you tight against him caressing your back. You look up to meet his gaze, he looks at you with such a fucked out facial expression and half lidded eyes. You giggle and smirk as you can tell he’s fighting to stay awake.

Jay can feel himself drifting into a slumber and then boom he blacks out as the darkness consumes him again. You coo at his cuteness wishing he had more energy in him so you could play with him some more.

Just like a flash of lightning your energy is back like it never left. You kiss Jay on the cheek one last time before you have to return back to your place in the deep pits of the darkness and just like that you disappear in thin air.

You leave your purple lingerie discarded on Jay’s floor, which is strictly forbidden for a succubus to leave any trance of their existence for their victims to find but you have a feeling you will be retuning back to visit Jay really soon and for him he’s worth the risk.

The next morning~

Jay wakes up with a pounding headache and his body aches like a bitch. He goes to stretch his limps but hisses at the sharp pain of what seems like to be scratches on his chest. He stands up from his bed, wiping the sleep away from his eyes as he makes his way to his bathroom. He flips on the light switch and his breath hitches when he sees multiple scratch wounds surrounding his chest.

The memories of last night’s affairs hits him all at once, he scurries back into his room and that’a when he spots the purple lingerie laying in the middle of his floor. Jay quickly grabs his phone along with the lingerie. He opens his camera and snaps a picture of the lingerie. He then makes his way back to bathroom as he snaps pictures of the scratches on chest and his disheveled appearance. He opens Jake’s contact and sends him the attachments.

*2 Attachments Sent*

Corn lover Jay🌽: Jake…😅

Golden retriever boy🐶: NO FUCKING WAY DUDE?

The End…

A/n: This drabble is inspired by Jhené Aiko’s song p*ssy fairy, just with my own little twist to it. i was foaming at the mouth as I was writing this, god sub hyungline is gonna do it for me every time you hear me?! But I hope you guys like this fic?? drabble?? Idk but please feel free to like, comment, and reblog 💋.

[romanstheory]

Midnight Flowers a Damian Priest One Shot PT 2

Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem recieving), language, male POV

Word Count: 1,740

Part One

Damian

I can't stop thinking about her, the night we had... Or didn't. I stop myself from calling or texting her what feels like a million times that night. I scrub my palms over my face as if that'll get rid of the thought of her. A huff of hot air escapes my nose before I sit back in the chair in the locker room. "You good bro? You haven't been all the way there lately." JD says from beside me. "I'm fine." A lie, a clear lie but I would rather slam my head into the wall than talk to him about it. A nod from him before he leaves the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts before I leave the room as well.

I fucked up and I know I did but does she really have to mess with my head about it? Not mine but she fucked me like she was. Not mine but she owns my thoughts like she is. Selfishly, I wasted her time to get where I wanted to be, but was it worth it if I had it all now and not her? I thought I wanted this championship... El Campeón but without her, it feels pointless. No, what's pointless is to be so hung up on her when she's made her choice. She wants to sit in some bar getting drunk then I guess that's what she gets to do. My jaw tenses before pushing through the curtain and entering the arena. Some would say I was more aggressive tonight than normal, I might agree because I picked up a quick win not bothering to even allow the ref to raise my hand before I stormed up the ramp, Carlito jogging after me.

"What was that about?" He asks, eyebrows raised to his hairline. All I can do is stare at him to avoid the emotional outburst fizzing at the tip of my tongue. "Look hermano you don't gotta talk to me about it but whatever it is you need to resolve it. And I'm not speaking to you as a member of the judgment day... I'm speaking to you as your friend". Once more my jaw ticks "She hates me" The fizzing rage shifts to sorrow. "She fucking hates me and I deserve it". My head hangs to my chest. "Oh... That's what this is about" Carlito rubs his temple. "I keep apologizing and she just... hates me". A long pause of silence makes me regret being vulnerable. "Show her you mean it" Finally he says "She doesn't believe you so show her you mean it".

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I've been pressing her for weeks, text messages, flowers to her house, I don't know what the hell she wants from me. I've tried every was possible to prove myself to her over and over again and fuck i'm getting tired. "You look awful" Rhea says walking next to me. "You're such a ray of sunshine" I retort quickly. "What's up with you?" She asks, abruptly stopping mid stride. "Nothing". "You're a bloody liar". A deep sigh escapes me "I haven't heard from ... her... in weeks and I've tried everything" Saying her name feels like a criminal offense at this point. "Oh cause she doesn't believe you" Rhea shrugs. "I've said sorry in every way possible dude" Frustration seeps into my veins.

"Did you?" She raises an eyebrow before she walks away. Shit, did I? My match is a quick one, I'm distracted and I think everyone can tell. Back at my hotel I get into a shower so hot it fills the bathroom with a thick blanket of steam, I didn't bother going out with the boys. Water rushes down my body, the impact of the water stinging my skin. The water runs over my head, covering my in an embrace of hot water. Rhea's voice echoes in my head over and over again Did you? My head shoots up... No... I didn't. All she said she wanted from me was my time, that I never gave it to her. Fuck. I'm so damn stupid I still haven't been giving her the only thing she wanted. Quickly I wash and get out of the shower, grabbing my bags and fumbling out of the room. I need to get to her.

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A three hour drive isn't so bad when you're determined. The sky is a sheet of darkness, stars filling the sky as I pull up in front of her house. The light is on... She's home. I can't help but to feel a tug in my chest where my heart is, like we're connects and I can't stay away. I wonder if she feels it too. I wonder if she feels the longing that I do, I wonder if I've consumed her thoughts the way she has mine. I wonder if she even will let me in. Maybe she'll slam the door in my face, if she did I deserve it. I don't deserve to ever be in her presence again but if I don't knock on this door right now I'll never forgive myself.

Slowly I reach my hand up to knock on the door, palms sweaty, jaw clenched. knock, knock, knock. The tv pauses and I swear my heart does too before the knob turns and the door open... there she is. Big t shirt and I swear there's nothing under. Is that my t shirt? "Luis.." She says eyes wide as if she's trying to convince herself that it's really me "It's two o'clock in the morning". My chest heaves, what the fuck am I even doing here? "I couldn't stay away" I mutter "I can't stop thinking about you I-" The rest of the words escape me. She opens the door wider, allowing me in. "Can we just... Spend time together?" I ask, turning to her.

A softness covers her face. "Please" She replies just above a whisper. We watch her show, somehow the gap between us is eventually closed. "Thank you" She whispers again. She feels like heaven, everything about her is beautiful. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either" She says, eyes not meeting mine "Everyday after that night as the bar I wished that you would somehow end up at my door. Everyday after that night I missed you more and more". My heart clinches again. "I love you" I blurt out "nd even if you never forgive me I don't think I'll ever stop loving you, or thinking about you, or regretting being such a shit boyfriend"

She's silent for a moment "I love you too... I've always loved you, that's why it hurt so bad when you wouldn't give me... This" She gestures wildly at the air. My hand cup her cheek moving her face so our eyes meet. Beautiful. Softly I push our lips together, initiating a passionate kiss. My pulse quickens and the desire to flip her on her back and have my way with her consumes me. "I'll never make the same mistake again" I breathe into her lips. "Prove it" Her voice laced with lust. Softly I lay her on her back, lifting her shirt... my shirt. I was right, there is nothing under here. Slowly I kiss her stomach leaving a trail of kisses down to her plump vagina.

Already soaking for me. My eyes lock on hers while my tongue trails circles around her clit, a soft moan creeps through her lips, something feral purrs inside of me at the sound of her soft voice. Softly I suck her swollen clit between my lips and I slide my fingers into her slowly. My body threatens to release now, but I won't allow it... Not yet. More than anything I want to make slow passionate love to her, more than that I want to feel her, hold her. My belt jingles as I fumble to get my pants down, she lay there watching, that lust coated look smeared across her face. Slowly I line the head of my member up with her warm entrance.

"I want to take my time" I grumble. "Take as long as you want" She replies. Slowly, painfully slowly I push myself into her. Air escapes my lungs at the feel of her. She felt amazing that night so many weeks ago but this, this feels differently. Her warmth surrounds my member while I continue pushing myself into her slowly, deeply. "God damn" My voice hoarse. Over and over again I slowly pull myself out, push myself back in, stroking her like i'll never see her again. Her body melts into mine, the tv in the background is but a muffle, the world around a blur. It's just me and her filling the room with moans and the wet noise coming from her dripping vagina. Wrapping her arms around the back of my neck she pulls me into a deep kiss. Not wild like they had always been before, but controlled and passionate.

It felt as though our souls danced while I deeply pushed myself into her. I palm her breast, her perfect fucking breast and suck it into my mouth. Nipping, sucking and licking it. I can't get close enough to her, can't have enough of her. I quicken my pace, making love to her feels like the best drug. Pressing down on her lower stomach I stroke harder, sending shockwaves through the room. "Oh my fucking god!" She gasps loudly, eyes shooting open. "You like that?" A smirk spreads across my face. "I love that" She moans. Harder, deeper my strokes become more sloppy. "Luis! Oh fuck!" She screams. "Say it again" I demand, slamming into her harder, our bodies clap together like thunder. "Luis!" She screams. Fuck! "Who am I?" I demand.

"Daddy!" She barely gets the word out. Fuck, she is going to be my undoing. "Whose pussy is this?" I growl, slamming into her even harder, my climax approaching. "Yours! Fuck! It's yours!" She screams, her body stiffens, vagina clinches around me. I press myself deep into her before filling her with my load. "Forever, it's mine forever" I say breathlessly.

I took the next two weeks off of work, Hunter was gracious enough not to ask why. We spent every second together. After not having her, I never want to go without her again. A mistake I will never repeat. Mine, she is mine... Forever.

[theoutlawfaleena]

the king & the siren

könig x gender-neutral sniper!reader

warnings cod-typical violence, blood, probably military inaccuracy bc i have no idea what i'm talking about [cries]

tags unhinged könig, sniper reader, some mild tension, backstory leading into something more 👀, könig is unhinged but he's not rlly a red flag?, u just gotta read it to know what i'm talking abt bro, forced proximity but without the forced

i have nothing to say for myself. just have this as a peace offering

As an operator working under the private contractor known plainly as KorTac, your job is simple. You go where you're ordered to go, shoot whomever you're ordered to shoot, and then you pack up your things and wait for the next job. It's an uncomplicated existence, and it's all-consuming. It takes you by that invisible chain that anchors you to the earth and yanks you into the dirt, over and over until you learn to harden yourself, to spit the grit from your mouth and catch yourself before the fall ever comes.

The pull of the chain is something you have long since become familiar with. It comes with each body you drop, each bomb you set off, each grenade pin you pull off with your teeth where the metal bites into your tongue and fills your mouth with the taste of pennies. It turned you into the Siren, a sniper who grabs the attention of enemies with light hums and short whistles and embeds a bullet in their skull once their curiosity brings them close enough.

For a while, you did not think you could live without the pull of that chain; though harsh it may have been, it was a sole companion in a way of life that left no room for companionship.

Then, like some kind of cruel joke played at the hand of whatever force dealt you sour luck, that kid from Austria was recruited to the team.

He couldn't have been any older than twenty-five upon his arrival, standing at a mountainous six-feet-ten-inches with a body that swallowed up the space in doorframes, and it was not even his height that stood out as the most notable thing about him; rather, it was the dark sniper hood draped over his head to conceal his face, only cut to reveal wild eyes that looked anywhere but the eyes of others. It earned him plenty of barking shouts from your superiors, ordering him to look them in the eyes when he was being spoken to.

He went by König, meaning "king."

You did not give him long.

And much to your surprise, he lasted.

You learned that he had been a Jagdkommando with his native Austrian army, placed in the position of an insertion specialist. He was vying for a spot as a sniper, but those above him had quickly come to the conclusion that his hulking size and a rather problematic inability to sit still would not work in anyone's favor, and his aspirations had been rejected. His immense size and strength made him an ideal battering ram, however, and that was precisely what he was appointed to do.

Of course, such stories were only rumors that flew from the mouths of your teammates, for another thing you learned was that he did not speak; not to any of you, anyway. He spoke on the field, and that was that. You were not keen on prying information out of him yourself, for what business of it was yours?

As if the universe was crafted to laugh in your face when you needed it least, his business became yours when he was made one of your mission partners during an operation carried out in Berlin.

Al-Qatala fighters had a cell there, holed up with hostages they intended to traffic and force to do God-knows-what. Your mission was easy. Eliminate the fighters, free the hostages. You had seen it done countless times before. König and the others would be at your side, ordered to break through doors and gun down hostiles who stood in your way. You would open the mission with first contact, stationed just close enough to lure the enemy to your position and make the first kill. Your team would follow, and the holding cell would be breached. The rest was supposed to fall easily into place without a hitch. You'd done this time and time again; the chain pulls, and you stand fast.

Muffled voices moved in and out of the seized townhouse. Al-Qatala, no doubt. The air stunk of cigarette smoke and what was left of bombings to keep any hostiles at bay. Every now and then, a cry from a hostage would ring out, only to be followed by a shouting order or a sickening crack indicative of someone being fiercely struck with an open hand. That day, the entire city of Berlin held its breath, and so did you. It sat heavy within your chest, suspended at the base of your throat where you felt your heart thumping.

You waited for your team to gather into position. When the signal came through, the garbling through your earpiece, you finally swallowed. You readied your rifle, lifting your head and gazing through the scope at the shadows that moved across the windows.

You began to hum. Die Zauberflöte; the Queen of the Night's aria, a high-pitched staccato that came in short breaths. For one agonizing moment, the entire earth fell still.

A window broke; glass shattered. The air whistled as a bullet cut through it and flew past your head. On instinct, you flattened yourself to the ground immediately. The shot sounded moments later, ringing in your ears. A spray of warm liquid cast itself across your face. All hell broke loose at once as shouting and screaming arose from within the townhouse, along with the unmistakable sound of doors slammed open as a heavy body made quick work of them. Your team; you could hear your team joining the cacophony of noise. Gritting your teeth, you picked yourself back up and stared through the scope, eyes searching madly for their hidden gunman. The broken window offered a better view, enough that you could see a black-clad mass powering through the bodies inside. Your heart pounded in your ears. This position was doing nothing for you. You had to move.

Teeth grit, you vaulted down the nearest fire escape and broke into a sprint towards the townhouse. The door was left in shambles from the number that the Austrian had done on it, but you had no time to be impressed. Shrieks of horror and shouted commands drove you forward and you held your weapon out before you.

"Look alive!"

It was a call to your team, an indication that you were there. Leaving your station was not a common occurrence but you'd been left blind and of little help to them. The stench of blood was an immediate assault to your senses; it was a grisly scene, bodies of Al-Qatala fighters littering the floor riddled with bullets or with cut throats. Your team. You followed the screams of hostages, stepping over bodies that you didn't recognize as you sprinted downstairs, your rifle at the ready.

You anticipated that the bodies of your teammates would greet you, thrown to the wolves due to your inability to find the gunman. Blood pooled at the bottom of the stairs and you ran through it, turning the corner to find your team, seemingly safe, and yet stunned into a silence. Only the weeping of hostages could be heard. You opened your mouth to alert them of your presence, but stopped at the sight that awaited you.

Blood dripped from the hood of the Austrian. König. It soaked through the fabric and painted the exposed skin around his eyes a horrific shade of red. They were wide, and wild; he looked at you like a wolf poised to attack, and you imagined sharp teeth bared beneath the hood that sent a chill throughout your whole body.

He regarded you for only a moment, then turned his back on you to face the Urzik hostages, held within a cell crafted by the fighters. They cried out at the sight of him and drew closer to one another, even when the door creaked open and he allowed them an exit.

"Follow me," He said, and they flinched at the sound of his voice. At once, one of your teammates stepped forward, pulling his mask down to speak to them in a language they could understand. You didn't know it yourself, but you knew when the hostages reluctantly began to follow after König that something had been said to convince them he was there to help them despite his ghastly appearance. Falling in with the rest of your team, you gently guided hostages forward and out of the townhouse into the open air outside. Once the area was declared clear, emergency personnel on standby flooded the area with helicopters and cars to assess the damage and tend to the wounded and traumatized. The noise was a buzz in your ear, punctuated by a stinging pain that dominated the entire right side of your head from the ear to your jaw. Wincing, you raised your hand to your face, and it came away slick with blood.

You were acutely aware of the gaze bearing into you, but you did not acknowledge it until then. You lifted your head and met König's eyes. He stood an arm's-length away from you, a terrifying blood-soaked vision that studied you silently. You thought for a moment that he was looking directly at you, and it surprised you; however, you quickly realized he was trained on your ear.

"You're bleeding," He finally commented.

You bit back a laugh. It was funny, coming from someone who looked like he did in that moment. Hearing him acknowledge it worsened the pain, and you almost wished he hadn't pointed it out.

"Good eye," You replied.

If it amused him, he didn't show it. His eyes did not betray him for a second, but you had a feeling that yours did. Pain coursed through you like a red-hot blade pushing into your skin. König searched for something amidst his gear. When he closed the distance between you and himself, you had half a mind to back away, but when a bundle of gauze was placed to your ear, you instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm to steady yourself, sucking in air through your teeth.

You swayed lightly, but he stood like some kind of great oak, unmoving. His skin was hot to the touch, and it reduced the pain in your head to a dull throb. Swallowing, you reached out and held onto his arm with both hands.

"Where'd you get that?" You asked. Not that it mattered, but you certainly didn't have gauze in your gear at that moment. He paused, and you felt him shift against you.

"Borrowed it," He said. "From Sanitäter."

The way he said it suggested that "borrowed" may have been stretching the truth. Though it was painful, a smile pulled up at the corner of your mouth; you lifted your head to look at him and found that he was already looking at you. Blue. His eyes were blue, though the bloodstains around them made them seem starkly white.

You stumbled, and he steadied you. Quickly, you murmured an apology and dropped your head again, fixing your eyes on the ground.

König's eyes were blue.

You could not shake the way he looked at you, and you did not know why.

[warping-realities]

Retributive Justice

...three days after the exchange of fire between the police and the criminal organization, information is still scarce. Police Chief Thomas' statements were not at all illuminating, but conversations here on the street where the shooting took place point to the fact that a very important figure in the criminal organization was hit in the altercation, his whereabouts being unknown, but leaving behind him a tense atmosphere due to fear of some kind of retaliation…

Finn Thomas looked away from the television screen, still thoughtful. The twenty-two-year-old man still cared about his father's work, even though he was no longer actively working on the streets. That kind of undertaking and the repercussions it might have on his father would apparently always be a source of concern. Still distracted, the college student was pulled out of that state by the arrival of his smiling roommate.

"Why the frown bro? Cheer up, it's the end of the semester and we've got two rounds of free drinks to enjoy!"

"Hey Andre... I know, man. It's just that I can't stop worrying about my dad."

"Chill out, man. You worry too much, about everything. Your father wouldn't be a police chief if he didn't know how to defend himself."

Finn indeed was a serious man, he couldn't help it, making a huge contrast to his friend. Andre, in reality André, although nobody could pronounce his name correctly, was the son of Brazilians, brought to USA by his mom a renowned botany professor when he was sixteen yeras old, after his father death. His mother also passed away soon after he reached the age of majority, leaving him alone in the world. Which could have made him a bitter person, but that wasn't how he operated, always with a carefree attitude, it seemed like there was nothing that could take the smile off his face.

“Speaking of which, I never asked you why you don't follow your family's legacy." He remarked to Finn as he took a sip of his beer.

"Are you kidding? If to this day I worry about what might happen to my father, do you really think I would deliberately put myself in a position of risk? Besides, I can't stand guns."

"Ah, that must have made for an interesting discussion!"

"I don't deny that he was disappointed, but in the end he told me that a good father always knows his son's limitations." Finn replied with a sad smile.

"Clearly he took it well." Not wanting to revive the subject any further, Finn decided to change the course of the conversation.

"That's water under the bridge. Changing the subject, how did you get free drinks in an Irish bar?"

"Dunno, man. A guy was handing out coupons on campus and he gave me two. I thought there were more college people around here."

"Weird…"

"You know what else is weird? You're not drinking. I want to see you finish that glass in one shot!"

...

Finn woke up with the worst headache he'd ever had in his life. With blurred vision he tried to identify where he was, without success. It looked like some kind of medical facility, but it certainly wasn't one he'd been to before. He tried to get up, but his legs didn't obey him, the same happened with his arms, his head and even his mouth, only his eyes seemed to obey him. Which made him panic internally.

He felt momentary relief when he saw the door to the classroom open in front of him. However, the feeling of anguish returned redoubled when he saw the man entering the room. He was a middle-aged, well-groomed man, wearing an all-black suit, very well aligned to the body, with the bearing of a fighter, he had a shaved head, accompanied by a blond goatee, with a smile that did not reach his icy eyes. Everything about that man conveyed the sense of imminent danger.

"Hello, Mr Thomas. My name is Aidan Walsh, your father may have already told you about me, although I doubt it. I imagine you are in a rather uncomfortable situation and for that I apologize. But unfortunately it is necessary. I'm a practical man, a man who does things the old-fashioned way." Said the man with a slight Irish accent.

"What does this have to do with you, you might be wondering, Finn. I'm going to call you by your first name if you don't mind and very soon it won't matter as we'll be treating each other differently. Have you ever heard the expression Law of Talion? No? It's the Latin form of an expression you may know otherwise. An eye for an eye... or as I like to call it, Retributive Justice. Look, lad. Your father took something very important from me and in return I will take something equivalent from him... you!" Finn screamed inside his own mind, that man would surely kill him, he knew that his father's work would one day lead to misfortune! Seeming to understand the boy's state of mind, the man widened his smile.

"Don't worry, lad. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be here listening to me. Which is something I can't say about your father. A couple of nights ago, the little operation he ran created a casualty that shouldn't have happened. My son. He was a vivacious boy with a sharp tongue, he always made me laugh but he wasn't prepared for my world. He shouldn't be where he was. But he was eager to prove himself, to show service. You see, I wasn't a very present father. After the IRA's cease-arms I became an outlaw, and my ex -wife felt that accompanying an arms dealer was not the environment to raise a boy. I should have followed my instincts and taken him with me, but I gave in and he grew up without the proper preparation. The work he was doing the night he was killed occurred without my authorization or supervision, it was supposed to be a surprise for me and in fact it was. The worst surprise of my life. But then I received a more pleasant one. When I ended up with the person directly responsible for his death I found out that the The bastard truly responsible for my boy's death also had a son. A son the same age as mine. And with a name that... it was like a sign. Nothing can really bring my son back, but I think we'll do just fine.

Lad, I've found some interesting things doing my work around the world. And one of them will open the door to a new reality for you, give me the opportunity to make things right as a father and give your father what he deserves. See you in a few days, son!" And left the room, while Finn felt heavy-eyed and fell into unconsciousness.

...

Darkness, sinking, icy water around him, suffocation, despair and suddenly strong hands pulling him up.

"Calm down, boy! Dive carefully, one day I may not be here to help you!"

A man. Father. Security, trust, admiration.

“Dive again”

"Fionn, a real man needs to know how to survive, the world will always be against men like us, so we must always be ready to reciprocate. Are you ready son?"

"Yes father"

....

"This forest surrounds our property, I'm going home now, your mission is to find your way back alone."

"What if I get lost?"

"Are you a real man?"

"Yes father"

"Then you'll figure it out."

...

"Your body needs to be prepared, son. But the real battle takes place in your mind. Don't let yourself be dominated by lesser men, know your place and defend your position. But it's not because you're above that you should distance yourself from yours men, on the contrary. Be like them, share their joys, their losses. Laugh with them, tell their jokes, fight with them, get women with them. Be one of them. But always remember who you are, son. "

...

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with that gun boy?"

"Shit..."

"Exactly, this obsession of yours is a piece of shit. I told you I'd teach you when the time was right, Fionn."

"I don't want to be left out of family business anymore!"

"You're right, sometimes I forgot you are fifteen years old, lad. Allright. Let me teach you a few tricks."

...

"Looks like you’ve been blocked again, old man"

"Since when did you become so disrespectful, boy?"

"Since your hair started to gray and fall out, father!"

"You'll be lucky if I let you live long enough for the same to happen to you, you foul-mouthed boy"

"You can try!"

...

"Where are we dad?"

"Far away from home".

"So it's time?"

"Indeed. Son, I taught you all I could, but some things can only be learned by living. You have a legacy to assume, but until then I want you to make a name for yourself. When the time comes I will I'll come to you. I love you boy, but don't try to look for me, for now you're alone."

...

"Hold still boy. You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

"And I thought I could use my charm to get away, Officer M. Jennings. What does M. come from? Mary, Monica? It's the third or fourth time we've met and to this day I don't know your first name. We already have an intimate relationship and you still haven't told me.

"Oh boy, save that Irish charm of yours for the naive little girls. After two years of watching you escape the law I'm finally going to get rid of you. I'm the one who's going to love what happens to you where you're going. Happy birthday, It's was pleasure to hear that you turned eighteen!"

...

...transfer this one to the higher security ward. The guy thinks he's a fighter, knocked out three guys on his wing and two guards who tried to contain him. Put him with Bull, let's see how the two will do...

"What's up? Bull, right? Why they call you that?"

"I thought the picture spoke for itself." Answered the other man in his cell.

"I'm Fionn, not Finn, Fionn. What’s your real name?”

"Andre.”

"Why are you here?"

"Theft."

"A man of a few words, you. So, theft? Just that?"

"And resisting arrest."

"How much did you resist?"

"Enough to send two officers to the ICU.“

"Lad, I think we'll get along great!"

….

"I like what you've done with your hair, there's nothing more pathetic than an old man trying to hide his baldness."

"Hello to you too, son!"

"After three years, one of them in this shitty place is that all you have to say?"

"I could say many other things. For example that I'm proud of you, you've survived on your own for two years and you've handled it here very well, I hear you've even made a good friend. Or I could say it's time to go home, that you have a lot of toys waiting for you, or I could tell you that it's time to take your place by my side. Or finally I could tell you that I missed you and that I love you, boy."

"You got soft after old age, soft and smooth like your head."

"I'll make you pay for those words boy! Now come hug your old man."

"First I want to ask you something. A little compensation for those shitty years."

"One day you will have a child and understand that for men like us this is necessary. Tell me what you want and I will do it if I can."

"I want to take someone with me."

…

"...put that gun away and go inside, Fionn. This is not a toy, three years under my command, trading around all the world and sometimes you still act like a clown."

"The most dangerous clown in the world!"

"Get serious for once. Are you sure you can handle the delivery yourself? I can reschedule my appointment or at least get Andre to help you."

"Dad, you and Andre have your commitments and I have mine, I'll be accompanied by my men, it's just a weapons delivery in Boston, I've participated in several similar ones, relax."

….

"...Boston P.D. Lower your weapons!"

"Fuck!"

"You are surrounded, I repeat, lower your weapons!"

"No fucking way!"

….

...he was having the worst headache he had ever had. He couldn't even open his eyes, the lids felt like they weighed tons!

"I leave you alone for a few minutes and you fall asleep in the chair, Mr. Walsh? That way I don't know if I can release you to get back to work!"

Fionn opened his eyes and was rewarded by one of the most beautiful images he had ever seen.

"Hey, Doc. Sorry, my head still hurts a little but I can promise you I'm better than ever. It was just a silly accident. The gunshot just grazed my face."

"Yes, but you hit your head really hard, it could have been fatal!"

"But it wasn't, I'm fine."

"That's for me to say. Your father paid me handsomely to deliver his son the way he wanted. So you can strip down to your underwear." Said the doctor with a mischievous smile.

"Sounds like you're taking advantage of your patient, Doc." He replied with a much more mischievous smile.

"Stop wasting my time Mr. Walsh. Your father is looking forward to speaking with you. He is currently in his office upstairs waiting for your exam to be over." If there was anything Fionn had been worried about these last few days it was his father's reaction, he almost screwed up. Thinking that if he delayed that exam any longer his father's mood might get worse he quickly got up and followed the doctor's instructions.

"... lastly raise your arms flex for me."

"Now I'm sure you want to take advantage of me, Doc. Like what you see?"

He didn't want to arouse his father's fury, but he couldn't miss that opportunity either.

"Wait a moment Mr. Walsh, I'll be right back." Answered the doctor leaving the room apparently ignoring his comment.

"Cunt"

"Sometimes I am. And as I told you Mr Walsh, your father paid me to see that everything was in perfect order with you, all of you."

….

Aidan couldn't hold back his anxiety, that would be the moment of truth. Even though he should have been sure that everything would work out, after all, just a few minutes ago he saw the stupendous result of the secondary project. That was the line of defense, someone to watch and if necessary control the boy. But main project was special, it was his son. That's why he found himself letting out the first real smile in days when he saw the shirtless man walking through the door of his office.

"Fuck, what a relief, I was scared shitless of being met by you with a second shot."

"Don't play with that boy, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Aidan responded with a frown.

"Sorry dad, I really screwed up with the whole operation!"

"Do you really think that's what I worried about, Fionn? I worried about you! But the moans I heard just now put my mind at ease."

"The shot took my face and not my dick. Speaking of which, why did you shave the beard?"

"They had to shave yours to take care of the injury, as partly responsible for what happened I think it's only fair that I had to shave mine."

"Better than shooting yourself..."

"Speaking of shaving, you're free to let your hair grow, I should have done it earlier, but every time I went release you , you come up with a lame joke."

"Oh dad, don't tell me you lost hair because of that!"

"Asshole, I should now revoke my release, but a promise is a promise, you can grow your hair."

"I don't think so, I've gotten used to it and, moreover, it's become part of my identity and that of my men, a kind of representation of our bond. What you've always taught me is extremely important."

"And here I thought you hadn't learned anything. Speaking of learning and in your men. You lost your entire team. We are in only three for now. So, I wasn't the one you should be scared shitless of." Aidan replied looking behind his son.

Fionn quickly turned and found himself facing the man known as Andre the Bull.

"Fuck!"

...

"I should have broken you in pieces, you little piece of shit." Andre said, sitting down with a straight face across from his friend at the mansion bar.

"You know, Andre, smiling never killed anyone. You could try sometime." Fionn replied, placing a glass of beer in front of him.

"I'll smile the day you stop shitting everything, Fionn."

"So you're doomed to a life of seriousness, brother. Speaking of serious things, as I've been locked up all these days in the makeshift medical ward in Boston waiting for a way to get back here, I didn't know what the answer was to my almost farewell to this world and the loss of our men."

"Don't joke about it. I wasn't there to take care of it. But you know your dad and that whole eye for an eye thing..."

"Ah yes, good old Retributive Justice."

"Exactly, but I heard that the Boston Police Chief's son and his roommate are missing. And you know what's weird? The boys' names, Finn and André."

"And why would that be weird?"

"Come on, given our names..."

"I told you when we met Bull. I'm Fionn, not a Finn and what name is André?"

"It's how you pronounce my name in Portuguese, jerk."

"Oh! Are you from Portugal by any chance?"

"Brazil, the boy was Brazilian."

"Ah, that changes everything! So, Are you Brazilian? It would have been useful for us if you spoke Portuguese at that deal we had on the border between Brazil and Paraguay!

"You are an asshole Walsh. I was just saying how weird the situation is.”

"You know what else is weird? You're not drinking. Come on, you down one glass and I'll down another. An eye for an eye, a glass for a glass!"

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

Rusty Nail x Reader. She is the younger sister to Lewis and Fuller Thomas. And she is candy cane? Maybe Fuller makes her be the one to mess with Rusty since she is a female? After she hesitantly starts talking to him on the radio, instead of rusty wanting it to be a fling he kinda hoped he could actually get to know her. So he kinda gets sad when he gets set up but also mad at the brothers cause he doesn’t want to blame her for tricking him. Joel this makes well enough since.

Ask and you shall receive

Gruesome love

RUSTY/FEM!READER

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, Guns, slight gore, unwanted smelling, kidnapping,reader is scared y’all..fluff? I made this kinda dark..

Sighing softly, I leaned your head on the window of the car. The boys have been making me want to pull out my hair. They wouldn’t stop bickering. I don’t think I could take another second of them arguing. Thank god fullers distracted with the ham radio

Fuller has been fucking with it the entire ride. Asking stupid questions and acting like a fool. Suddenly he turns around to face me. Raising a brow, I know that look…ugh. “Sooo lil sis you wanna help your big bro prank some horny truckers?” Shaking your head. “No, I’d rather hang myself” I say before shooting him the finger. “Please..I’ll buy you your favourite snack for a whole year!” ”you can’t even keep yourself out of jail..” you deadpan. He slaps his hand on his chest, “oh you wound me” rolling your eyes at his childish antics. Glancing out the window I look at the dry land surrounding us.Turning your head to look back at him you see he’s giving you his best” puppy dog eyes”.

Slapping his head I know he won’t shut up til I do. “Alright alright..don’t blow a blood vessel” he cheers and shakes Lewis, he just slaps fuller off him. Handing me the radio I frown, maybe I shouldn’t do it. Sighing I speak into the radio.

“Hello..this is candy cane…?” Imumbled fuller looks at me waiting for me to speak some more, but you can’t think of anything. Suddenly you hear someone speak over the radio. “Candy cane..” gulping you. “Well, hi there who’s this” there’s a long pause. “You can call me rusty sweetheart” you look at the boys and fuller seems to be losing his mind. “We’ll rusty, I hope you're doing better than I am..this drive seems like it’s taking forever” “roger that candy cane” fuller smirks.

“Nice we got him” I frown…this feels mean. Bringing the radio back up to my mouth. “Well I do love travelling though..cause it lets me see the world” I hear a chuckle then he speaks “then you’d love to hear about all the places I’ve been” I smile slightly and fuller nudges me “i would love to hear all about it” he starts speaking but he gets cut of and then there’s static. Fuller slaps the radio and fiddles with the nobs while whining. Sighing lean back in my seat…he really was a sweetheart..and you would love to hear all about his stories.

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The car is parked outside a motel I watch as fuller walks in to get us a room. Watching him get shoved to the side I furrow my brows. Suddenly hearing the radio pick up again I hear. “Candy cane?” Lewis tells me to ignore it. Frowning fuller gets back into the car holding the room keys he passes me mine. He hears the radio and looks at me.

“Tell him your turning in for the night and your staying lone star motel room 17 if he wants to meet up”

I glare at him and shake my head. He pushes the radio into my hands and I hiss at him. I frown,before speaking. “Hey there, rusty,how have you been?” “Hey candy cane, I’m good, how bout you sweetheart” I can’t get over the shitty feeling..this is mean, so mean and I hate I’m a part of it. “I’m turning in for the night, if you wanna meet up I’ll be at the lone star…room 17” “well that would be a treat” fuller snickers “tell him to bring pink champagne” I sigh before speaking “and bring pink champagne..it’s my favourite” god this feels terrible..

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That was what led us here….sprinting through a corn field. I couldn’t find Lewis or Fuller anywhere. I glance down seeing my whole body covered in dirt. My hair sticks to my face due to sweat.

Frightened, I tried to make sense of the situation. My body was shaking so much, from the cold and adrenaline. Whispering, I tried to call for Lewis, but heard nothing. I walked through the field seeing the parked truck sitting in the middle of the field. I looked around and suddenly tripped, confused I looked down seeing..fuller laying in a puddle of blood. I gasped covering my mouth, tears forming in my eyes. My hands shook as I crouched and tried to shake him. This was my fault…I cried and stood up on shaky legs.

“Lewis…please answer” I whispered..I didn’t see him anywhere I lost him when we all split up. After walking a little further I spotted Lewis. I ran over to him and he hugged him. Crying into his chest I told him about fuller. He cussed and kicked the ground, before turning to me “were getting out of here ok just follow me”. Nodding I follow closely behind him.

He walked over to the truck, hopefully the keys were still in the ignition. Lewis went to step closer, but all I heard was the sound of a gun going off. I felt blood splatter all over me. I stood there frozen..lewis? I turn to look and see his body lying on the floor..his chest covered in blood… i feel a hand on my face, making me turn my head. I turn and see rusty..grinning

“Well there you are gorgeous…I’ve dealt with those mean boys..ya had me running around”

Looking down at me with a smirk he slides a thumb down my cheek. Before leaning down and smelling my hair. He inhales and sighs before standing up straight. He kicks Lewis' body before picking me up. Throwing me over his shoulder. I struggle in his grip panicking. “Now don’t worry sweetheart…ain’t nothing gonna happen to ya” he says before bringing me to the other side of the truck, setting me down in the passenger seat. He grabs some rope and ties my hands together. Before buckling me into the seat. He turns so he’s face to face with me, his eyes glinting.

“I think I promised you some stories..didn’t I sweetheart?”

[punsmaster69]

12/MAR/20XX

"BROTHER?"

papyrus knocked on my door a few more times. he sounded upset.

still searching around my room, i looked again at the vacant spot on my ulna.

not under the bed, from what i could see. sure as hell not getting all the way under there to check, though.

under blankets?

a messy ball of sheets sits plainly in the middle of my mattress.

probably not.

the last two days are a blur, and i can't remember a few things.

where did i put it?

when did i take it off?

is that why my head hurts or am i somehow still hungover?

my brother calls my name again; the tinge of worry seeping through his tone snaps my thoughts into focus.

whatever papyrus was upset about, he'd definitely be more so if he saw that i didn't have the monitor on.

pulling down my sleeves fails; no jacket.

"(where-)"

scanning the area for only a moment before stopping, the image of my jacket hanging off the couch arm appears in my mind.

"(damn it.)"

i opt to cover my monitor-less arm with a baggy long-sleeved shirt i haven't touched in ages.

excuses and explanations flipped though my mind as i reach for the door handle.

" 'sup, bro-?"

"oh."

the reason for my surprise suddenly dangled in front of my face.

"I WAS WORRIED SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED WHEN YOU WERE ALL QUIET."

"REGARDLESS, NOW THAT I CAN SEE THAT YOU'RE ALRIGHT..."

he dropped the dangling reason into my hand, and put his hands on his hips.

"WHEN DID YOU EVEN TAKE IT OFF?"

with an oddly shaky hand, i start re-attaching the device to my arm.

"dunno."

i struggle a bit with the latch.

"DO YOU KNOW WHY IT WAS UNDER A PILLOW, SHOVED IN A DRAWER??"

a vague memory of irritatedly trying to silence the beeping device flashed through my mind.

"..got annoyed, i think."

papyrus leans down to help attach it to my arm, pausing to take note of my unintentional tremorings.

he turns my arm over to properly re-enable the device. papyrus frowns when it turns red within seconds of being on.

his face tells me he's forming a plan about something - i interject.

"you, uh. reckon i could get something to eat before anything else?"

papyrus pulls himself back to the current moment.

"RIGHT. THAT WOULD A GOOD IDEA."

"......huh."

"can't actually remember the last thing i ate."

"WELL, I TRIED TO GET YOU TO EAT A LITTLE YESTERDAY... BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE MUCH."

"..."

"huh?"

i wracked my (metaphorical) brain for any other memories past being a few drinks in at grillby's.

practically nothing.

"...WHAT'S THAT LOOK?"

"IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"jeez. i'm gettin' way worse hangovers than i used to."

——

"SURELY THIS IS NOT THE ONLY SOLUTION."

i summoned another bone into the pile.

"well. it's the easiest way."

"I... I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME YOU TRIED TO SUMMON YOUR SPECIAL ATTACK, BUT..."

"..i don't know if it's a good idea, bro."

"IF YOU DON'T FIRE IT, MAYBE YOUR EYE WON'T, UM."

he shifted his feet around in the grass.

"E-EXPLODE."

"......"

picking myself up off the ground, i slowly raised my arm and-

"WAIT, WAIT!"

"..?"

"M-MAYBE IT'S NOT A GREAT IDEA AFTER ALL. FORGET IT."

"YOU CAN TRY SOMETHING ELSE! LIKE..."

papyrus looks frantically around, as if the solution would be around us in the yard somewhere.

rather than piling bones again, i summoned bones from the ground in a single-file line beside me. one of the bones accidentally strikes a red ball that frisk must have left behind, launching it in the air.

"whoops."

immediately, i have to summon a barricade between me and the ball getting ready to make impact with my skull.

papyrus picks the ball up... i can see gears turning in his head.

he throws it directly at me.

𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙠.

it hits a wall of my own bones in front of me.

"...uh-"

launching it into the air again with his own attack, papyrus tosses it a little softer at me.

rather than guard, i catch the ball this time. again, i give my brother a confused look before tossing it back to him. papyrus makes a face.

"NO, USE YOUR MAGIC TO SEND IT BACK!"

shooting from the dirt below him, a precisely-aimed attack strikes the ball from his hands directly into the air. with his right hand he yanks the bone out of the ground. that bone, which he spins before using it to smack the ball towards me once more.

tucking my own right hand in my pocket, i step back and summon an attack with my left.

we bounce the ball back and forth a few times this way, but papyrus quickly changes things.

he pretends to miss smacking the ball, de-summoning the bone last second and instead just grabbing and hurling it above his head into the air as far as he could.

a bone shoots from the yard behind me, bouncing the ball in my direction.

it wasn't going super fast.. still, i could tell he switched because he wanted me to alternate methods as well. so, i propped up the bone i was using and summoned two long bones connected by a center one. setting the oddly-shaped attack on the propped up bone, i crouched below it just in time as the ball landed on the attack - it rolled down the bones like a slide. with a tiny attack to boost it at the end, i return the ball to my brother.

he catches it in his hands with a look of surprise on his face.

"...YOU MADE SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR ATTACKS."

i looked at the strange bone-slide. it's certainly different from anything i would have done before. what possessed me to make it, i'm not sure.

"whoops."

"...THAT ATTACK IS..."

my brother inspects the construction a few times, tucking the ball under his arm as he does a few circles around it.

"YEP, FOR SURE."

"IT'S JUST AS I THOUGHT."

"THAT ATTACK PATTERN..."

"..?"

"...IS SUPER COOL!!"

papyrus jumps up and down excitedly around me in a circle.

"..thanks, bro."

"SEE?! YOU CAN DEFINITELY DO OTHER THINGS WITH YOUR ATTACKS!"

"I WILL NOT LET YOU LIMIT YOURSELF! STARTING NOW, NO LONGER WILL YOU RESTRICT YOURSELF TO EXCLUSIVELY PILING BONES!!"

the slight feeling of accomplishment i had gotten from actually doing something was quickly replaced with mild dread.

i'd just unintentionally raised the standard bar of effort for me off the floor.

i make a swift movement with my foot to knock the structure off-balance a little when papyrus isn't looking directly at me.

"it is pretty cool, huh?"

"it's really a-"

the bones all clatter against each other as they fall into the grass beside me. i make a show of looking visibly upset.

"oh no..."

"i had done so good....."

"guess i'll just have to stick to my normal attacks. what a shame, really."

"i just wasn't ready for the responsibility."

"NONSENSE, BROTHER! THAT JUST MEANS YOU NEED MORE PRACTICE. WORRY NOT, HOWEVER!"

papyrus puts a hand confidently to his chest and his cape immediately catches a breeze that wasn't there.

"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, PROMISE TO ASSIST YOU IN YOUR ATTACK PRACTICING JOURNEY!!!"

"..........cool."

"I KNOW! NOW, SHALL WE CONTINUE?"

i look at the device on my wrist. papyrus notices this, and instantly appears beside me to look as well.

green.

"...another time."

with a wave of my hand, i de-summon all of my attacks and park myself under the shade of a nearby tree.

"i'm low on battery."

"...."

papyrus sits cross-legged in the grass beside me.

he begins to toss the ball up and down by himself. the rhythmic sound of him tossing and catching it, the comfort of leaning against a tree - a tree that's not some coniferous one, like all the ones we had ever seen back then.

i close my eyesockets.

...

the sound of him catching the ball stops.

i peek open one eye.

"...MUST YOU CALL IT BATTERY?"

"hm?"

"CAN YOU NOT SIMPLY SAY THAT YOU ARE TIRED? EXHAUSTED? WEARY? DEPLETED?"

"bone-tired?"

"EXACTLY! WHY NOT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?"

"what, i can't call it battery?"

"WELL-"

"which it clearly is because we take those?"

whipping around to face me.

"WE DO NOT!!"

"yeah, you're right."

"SO WH-"

"i switched to solar power."

with a decent amount of force, he slams the ball into the ground and it bounces away.

"NO! YOU ALREADY ADMITTED TO THAT BEING A HOAX. WE ARE 𝙉𝙊𝙏 DOING IT AGAIN!!!"

"you just hate that your model's more outdated than mine now."

"UGH!"

loud, dramatic sigh.

"WHY DO YOU ATTEMPT TO DELUDE ME OVER THIS RIDICULOUS THING, BROTHER?"

"i'm not deluding you at all."

"THEN MAYBE YOU ARE SIMPLY DELUSION𝘈𝘓."

"nah."

"YOU HAVE TO BE."

i flip the back of his cape over his head.

"nah."

he grabs my hood and pulls it over my head to cover my face.

"DEFINITELY ARE!"

flipping it back up, i lightly punch his shoulder.

"naahh."

papyrus punches back just as gently, then scooches backwards to lean beside me against the tree.

"CERTAINLY, YOU'VE LOST YOUR MARBLES."

he lets himself loosely fall sideways, sinking his weight into me a little.

"they're all here. i could even count 'em for you."

"CLEARLY NOT, AS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE 𝘛𝘈𝘞-KING ABOUT."

"NYEHEHEHE."

"......"

"..took me a second. nice, though."

"MH."

he yawns.

"huh."

"maybe i'm solar powered, and you're solar..."

"solar."

"....can't think of the reverse of powered. drained? battery'nt?"

"dunno. do y-"

my brother, who's usually protesting against my daytime naps, had fallen asleep rather quickly in the comfort of the shade.

"..heh."

"can't blame you."

i shelve my idea to tease papyrus about it for now, instead taking the opportunity to follow his lead.

[ennard-is-near]

...got any recs for your answer to 17(underutilized fanfic tropes- ur answer was unhinged Michael & time travel) i have found myself with the desperate need to read these fics

Sure! First, here’s a list of the ones I’m about the explain with just a short summary if you’d prefer to go in to them without any spoilers. I didn’t go too in-depth for any of my explanations, but if you’d rather just stick to the one sentence summaries, here they are:

“Michael is Missing” by Starwrighter- Michael wakes up after the FNaF 6 fire and immediately runs away from home (Unfinished)

“Brother of Mine” by GardenOfManEatingPlants- Elizabeth notices that Michael is being weird, and their father is dead (Finished-Published as 3 short one shots instead of one long thing)

“His Empire of Dirt” by pearlandpine- Michael is sent to William’s childhood so he can try and stop the problem at its source. (Finished)

“The Zion Curtain” by Ekat - Michael and Henry BOTH go back to the past and are determined to stop William in their own special way. (Finished)

“Call Them Brothers” by OmnipotentToast- Michael is stuck in a Groundhog Day style timeloop the day of The Bite of ‘83 and trying really hard not to let anything go wrong. (Unfinished)

“Michael is Missing” by Starwrighter:

This is the one where he just leaves without packing or anything. Bro just walks out of Hurricane at like seven years old. It’s split between him walking around and trying to function as a stray child just out and about, and people looking for him. Also there’s a sprinkle of a trait I don’t see enough in depictions of Michael where, and I mean this in the kindest was possible, he’s not very smart. But I also sort of like the way where he’s an unreliable narrator sometimes. Ngl sometimes I can’t tell how much of it is just the author not doing a very good job keeping things straight, but sometimes moments have to be intentional and they’re really funky (/pos).

This one isn’t for you if you don’t want to read about a pretty young kid (even if it is just Michael lol) running away, sleeping outside and hurting himself accidentally kind of a lot. There’s also some stuff from the other Afton’s POV so if you aren’t in the mood to read people sad bc a kid went missing, that’s in here too. Also this author claims to be re-writing this, but I don’t know if they’re ever going to come back, so that’s something to be aware of.

“Brother of Mine” by GardenOfManEatingPlants

This is the other one I mentioned in my answer to the ask. It’s got two things, Obvious Michael time-travel but it’s not from his perspective (It’s from a split perspective, basically everyone has a chapter except for him) and also Michael immediately shoots William the second he realizes he’s in the past. The title is actually from the first part of the series, but each part is just one chapter. I think it’s a pretty neat idea and well executed. Poor Henry lol.

CWs are pretty light for this one. There’s guns and murder, and a framed-suicide but all of it is implied.

(I’m going to be so real with you, I lost my mind trying to find this one. I found one with a very similar summary and just assumed that it was this one, and wrote a whole thing thinking it was actually this one and that would have been the end of it if my list didn’t have to be a prime number and when searching for one more I found this original one. The other one was called “A strange passage of change” in case you want to see what it’s about, I didn’t finish it so I’m not formally recommending it, just letting you know.)

“His Empire of Dirt” by pearlandpine

You’ve probably heard this one recommended at some point but it ruined my life so I’m recommending it too. In this one, Michael is sent back in time to talk to child William Afton, but then he also hangs out with and befriends college-age William, both in an attempt to make things better before he even has the chance to to become the guy capable of murder (a difficult task). NGL this one goes off the rails a little bit and there’s some universe hopping and really funky time-travel stuff where he does it multiple times, but if you can look past that (and the imo kind of silly way he actually does the time traveling) then it’s a really cool take on William, Henry, Mrs. Afton and Mrs. Emily (Named Clara and Isabella in the fic) and Michael. That’s all I have to say, I know I did a bad job hyping it but genuinely it’s a really good time.

There’s a pretty extensive list of CWs for the fic, but the main ones are all centered around every character having horrible mental health. Trauma and guilt and just good ol’ mental illness (which is technically unspecified for a while but I don’t feel bad telling you that it’s diagnosed as BPD). Also, this one is really long and if you’re not looking for a 69-part (seriously) epic then you probably won’t enjoy this absolute novel of a fic.

(Also, this author in particular has some other AUs that I really enjoyed but there is a fully established multiverse going on in here. “His Empire of Dirt” is mostly [except for one chapter] self-contained but there’s other works that get wayyyyy more in to it. I honestly won’t say too much more because it’s easier for you to just go on a journey of your own through this author’s AUs that weave together with this one. If a FNaF multiverse sounds intriguing to you, definitely go check them out!)

“The Zion Curtain” by Ekat

No idea why it’s called that. But this one is silly and fun. I like that Michael and Henry are together on this one, it’s fun when they team up. Michael is having so much fun just pissing off William and Henry is actually the one taking the situation more seriously most of the time. But they’re both fun and they’ve got a silly dynamic. Not a whole lot else for me to say about this one without crazy spoilers, it’s a fun time. Short/Medium length (~15,000 words) and complete, so that’s always nice

There’s a fair bit of drinking and a fair bit of William Afton being not a great dad. Also murder.

“Call Them Brothers” by OmnipotentToast

This one is a little different but I’m stretched a little thin on “Unconventional Time Travel Fix-It’s” so I’ll count a time-loop as one. It’s exactly what it sounds like. Michael wakes up the day after The Bite of ‘83 and has to do the whole day over again until nobody gets hurt or dies or anything but it’s sort of impossible. This one is unfinished, but I think there’s still hope of this one being finished, it’s been updated since I first read it so that’s a good sign. This is also the shortest one, at only a planned five chapters with four being done.

CWs mostly just revolve around The Bite of ‘83 for this one. Blood, death, mutilation and hospitalization. There’s some other stuff on a chapter by chapter basis but the author does a good job putting specific warnings for each chapter.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

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enews Battle of the rappers : G Eazy has no shame in shooting his shot at married women. He’s been seen leaving rather flirty comments under Y/N pictures, even going as far as posting her on his stories and mentioning her kids, knowing she’s married to none other than Rapper Jack Harlow, who he’s done a song with in the past. E News ran into G, and asked him all about this and he had a few words to say about the topic “We met a few years back in Miami, her manager is friends with mine, we were just talking all night, we laughed. I didn’t know she was married and with kids, or that she was married to Jack. It’s just a little crush nothing harmless. But I mean, if he ever screws up, I’ll be first in line” he jokes. What do you think about this?, let us know down in the comments.

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yourusername I apologize for making you feel special over a 10 minute conversation.

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jackharlow Sold out shows, a sexy loving wife, amazing kids, I’m living the life you dreamed off, that’s all I have to say.

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[soapier]

when it rains, it pours *ੈ✩‧₊˚ jschlatt, ted nivison

002. whatever.

link to 001. welcome back, slut!

constance mcmahon

today's the day of the party, and connie couldn't be more excited. she'd already picked out her outfit, invited her friends, and helped clean and decorate; all there's left to do is get ready, pregame and wait for people to show up.

she leaned forward, already cross-legged on the bathroom counter, tweezers poised to snag any loose eyebrow hairs she could pick out. music played off her speaker, and she could hear ted humming along to it in the shower. pausing for a sip of the rather heavy-handed jack and coke schlatt had made for her (quite the bartender!), she heard her phone buzz.

dayna:

what are u wearing tn?

connie:

jeans n a little green top, nothing special

do yk if hasan's coming tn? he never confirmed

dayna:

no clue

buuut i'll see u later!!!

with a groan of annoyance, connie threw her head back before continuing the attack on her eyebrows. the shower stopped and she watched as ted's hand snaked out to grab his towel, before emerging with it around his waist.

"what was that for?" he shot her a look, stealing a sip of her drink as she explained. "i, like, really want hasan to come tonight, because i think he's really cute, or whatever, but also don't say anything or i'll kill myself, but he like, he hasn't told me if he's coming and if i shaved for nothing i'm gonna be pissed!"

"someone got over alex fast," there was a tinge of annoyance, almost judgement in his voice, and he was suddenly stone-faced, fixing his hair in the mirror beside her. connie couldn't help but drag her eyes down his torso, noticing the dangerously low towel, before snapping out of it and defending herself.

"listen, i know you think it's just a stupid girl thing," ted simply hummed in response, " but i do think he's cute, and while i don't want a relationship yet, i think he's sweet, and i'd let him hit, but not with this lack of communication."

"do whatever you think is best, cons," ted gave up on his hair, adding, "but i just don't think he's good enough for you. if you asked schlatt, i bet he'd say the same thing."

he closed the door behind him, leaving connie alone in the steamy bathroom, wondering just what the fuck that was about. ted's never acted like that before, especially not towards her. maybe he's just stressed about the party? whatever.

but ted not thinking hasan's good enough for her?  is he her fucking dad? and schlatt agreeing, too, thats weird. she's fairly certain he would literally sell her off for the right price. she (finally) understood their distaste for alex, but isn't hasan their friend? connie didn't get it, and chose to simply focus on her makeup in the wake of his comment.

ੈ✩‧₊˚

the three roommates gathered at the folding table set up in their cramped living room, preparing to take a couple of shots before people started arriving.

"bro, why does it have to be tequila?" connie whined, shooting schlatt a dirty look. "because this is all that ted likes, so unless you'd like to shotgun a beer right now, i'd keep that pretty mouth of yours shut."

with that, the three raised their glasses to their lips in a race of who could get it down first, schlatt making fun of ted and connie's disgusted faces afterwards.

"fucking nasty!" connie complained, reaching for the seltzer she was using as a chaser. "don't be a baby, connie," ted told her, stealing a sip from yet another one of her drinks.

just as he finished, there was a knock at the door, signifying that the first of their guests had arrived.

"charlie!" connie squealed, darting over to greet the blonde man. though the two weren't particularly close, neither of them were super fond of crowds, meaning that they tended to spend a lot of time together at parties, at least when her ex-boyfriend wasn't around.

"conman!" the silly nickname never failed to make her smile. "no alex, tonight?" he sounded hopeful.

"even better," connie started, confusion creeping into charlies face. "no alex, ever."

charlie grinned and congratulated her. "are you a hugger? can i hug you? i am so happy for you, connie."

they shared a quick embrace, before charlie added, "i'm sorry if that was insensitive, it's just... that guy was a total dick!"

"so i've heard," connie laughed. "schlatt and ted shared the general consensus on him when i broke the news the other day."

she followed charlie to the sofa that had been shoved to the far side of the living room, catching one another up on their summers as more and more people filed in. once she was about five drinks deep, connie realized that she needed to go plug in her computer so it wouldn't die on aux, and excused herself from the conversation.

a friend of schlatt's, cooper, was tooling around with the queue from her laptop, not that she minded, it took the pressure off of her. they talked briefly, and she drunkenly giggled at a joke he made. connie ensured that her laptop was charging, and then spun on her heel, intending to grab herself another drink.

intending to.

instead, she walked straight into hasan.

"oh! hey, connie," he grinned, a hand finding the small of her back. "funny seeing you here."

"hilarious," she blew her bangs out of her face, shifting her weight towards him. "when did you get here? are you having fun?"

he guided her out of the kitchen, grabbing them both a can on the way. she read it, keystone light. ew. she looked up, eyes trailing a sharp jaw and broad shoulders, suddenly very aware of the arm gently wrapped around her torso.

a rap song played from the speakers on the counter, and connie wracked her brain for the name, anything to distract herself from either oogling hasan or being too forward. gotta play it cool, cons. be chill. she took a sip of the beer, making a face. it's definitely kanye, she concluded.

they joined the crowd in the living room, connie picking out familiar faces to ground herself. she saw schlatt dancing with her best friend in the corner, nothing too close, but close enough for her to take note. she saw ted in the corner with charlie, the two chatting animatedly.

connie felt hasan take her hand and spin her playfully as the chorus of "promiscuous" played throughout the house.

"i heard about you and alex," he said, leaning down so that she could hear over the noise. "if you need to talk, i'm always here."

connie felt her face heat up, his breath warm against her ear. "oh, thanks," she said, locking eyes with him, cheeks flushed red.

the pair danced for a while, before connie asked if hasan wanted to go for a smoke with her. agreeing, he grabbed her hand as she lead him up the stairs towards her bedroom.

halfway up, connie looked back to check in on hasan, or maybe she just wanted an excuse to look at him, but instead locked eyes with a cold-faced schlatt at the base of the stairs. breaking his stare, she watched as he walked off, and led hasan to her room, closing the door behind them.

"oh, feel free to sit down!" she gestured to her room rather grandly, giggling to herself as she got ready to roll. he took a seat right next to her on the bed, thighs touching as he watched her work.

"damn," connie hissed, "this is a lot harder when i'm drunk." she fumbled the paper again, dropping her project onto the tray.

she watched hasan's hand intently as he took the tray from her lap and set it aside. "we can try that again later?" he asked, brown eyes meeting hers. she felt his hand meet her jaw, guiding her up sweetly.

his lips met hers for possibly the hungriest kiss she'd ever felt. oh, she thought, this was way easier than i thought. melting into the moment, she almost didn't notice the banging on her door.

"connie!" she barely registered the voice calling her name from the other side of the door, pulling away from hasan for barely a second before her door bust open.

"connie!" schlatt's frame loomed large in the door frame.

"schlatt, what the fuck?" she slurred, feeling hasan take his hand out of her shirt.

"yeah, man, we're kind of busy here," hasan rubbed the back of his neck, clearly less than pleased with the situation.

schlatt sighed, saying, "hasan, you should go downstairs." he took a few steps forward to allow space for hasan to pass by, except for the fact that he's made no effort to get off of her bed. connie looked between the two, slightly slack-jawed, and utterly humiliated with the pissing contest taking place in her room.

"i said to fuckin' go downstairs!" there was a grit in his voice, and a couple more steps towards the pair.

clearing her throat, connie began to speak, "hasan, i'll catch up to you later, okay?" she searched his face for any sign of emotion, eyes pleading with him to just go, to avoid the fight that is clearly brewing.

with one more quick peck to her lips, he stood and promised to find her in a bit. connie watched him slink out of the room, schlatt closing the door behind him.

[shinsoup]

hate you less

☆summary☆ bakugo and you are mortal enemies, accidentally showing up in matching costumes to a mutual friend’s halloween party.

☆warnings☆ language, NOT PROOF READ because i’m lazy!!!, eh probably more. had such a strong start but i got lazy :(

☆word count☆735

he was wearing khakis and firemen boots, red suspenders the only ‘clothing’ covering his upper half and a red firemen hat to top it all off.

he was wearing khakis and firemen boots, red suspenders the only ‘clothing’ covering his upper half and a red firemen hat to top it all off.

he was wearing khakis and firemen boots, red suspenders the only ‘clothing’ covering his upper half and a red firemen hat to top it all off.

he felt like a man whore. well- that was close to what the costume was named.

‘sexy fireman.’

“you’re already in it, bakubro!” kirishima said, putting on the iconic devil horns before sending a grin at the angry blonde, “all the babes will be over you!”

“whatever,” he grumbled, grabbing his fake axe and storming past kirishima and denki.

the 1A girls were throwing a halloween party and made it mandatory that everyone invited wears a costume.

bakugo thought it was lame, of course, but when he heard booze would be present, it swayed him into saying yes.

what he didn’t know of course is that you would be there. you were in 1A yes, but he thought you were a loser with no friends.

of course that wasn’t true. bakugo just didn’t like you and was filled with rage every time you were even mentioned.

you were the only person, beside stupid deku, who was even close to over taking bakugo.

you were smart, strong, bold. you didn’t take shit from anyone. and that’s what made him mad.

who the fuck did you think you were?

everyone showed up to momo’s parents house, her mother and father being out for the weekend and letting their little daughter have a fun ‘get to together.’

“you guys made it!” ochako beamed, the pink cheeked girl wearing cat ears and a tail, a black bodysuit hugging her body perfectly.

momo and tsu showed everyone the drinks along with the food, smiles on the students faces as they interacted with one another.

“y/n! nice costume!” deku’s ‘annoying’ voice rang in bakugos ears, causing the blonde to scoff and roll his eyes-

wait. did broccoli head just say y/n?

bakugo’s eyes snapped towards the direction of the conversation, his red eyes landing on you immediately.

you were wearing a fucking dalmatian costume.

bakugo could feel himself heat up, his hands bawling into fists as sparks emitted from them.

you wear wearing the tiniest black skirt he’s ever seen, a homemade white and black spots tube top just barely covering your tits.

you had dog ears that flopped down and a black drawn on nose.

“thanks, deku! i like your costume too!” y/n smiled sweetly, causing bakugo to practically snarl as he stormed over to you.

“y/l/n! what the fuck do you think you’re wearing?!” he practically barked in your face, causing you to step back as your eyebrows furrowed together.

“a dalmatian costume?” you hesitatingly responded, sounding unsure and like you were asking a question.

“fucking change! can’t you see i’m a firefighter???”

“that’s what that eyesore is?”

bakugo felt like his head exploded, steam practically shooting from his ears as kirishima was quick to grab him.

“alright! that’s enough with you two!” he sweetly smiled as he dragged the angry pomeranian away.

“who the fuck does she think she is!” he barked at the poor red headed boy, causing him to sigh in annoyance.

“you guys need to kiss or something already, i can cut the sexual tension with a knife.”

bakugo’s ears perked up as his face went bright red, “I DON’T LIKE HER!”

“yeah keep telling yourself that.”

-

the night went by painfully slow for bakugo, the blonde staring at you every chance he got, shooting daggers with his eyes.

“bro just ask her out already!” denki said, lightly nudging him as he tsked loudly.

“fuck that, i’d rather throw myself off of a cliff befo-”

“hey guys!” mina said, making her way over as she waved sweetly.

“we’re about to play beer pong and need people, want to join?”

bakugo scoffed and looked away, trying to find you again but failed too as deku spoke up.

“sure, mina! what’re the teams?” he asked.

“teams of two, we can be partners if you want? that just leaves y/n alone—but i think shoto was going to be with her-”

“i’ll play” bakugo said quicker than he would’ve liked, causing denki to smirk and kirishima to chuckle—causing bakugo to punch him in the shoulder.

-

bakugo stood next to you as mina and deku set up the game, an annoyed look sketched onto your face at having to be with bakugo.

sure he was hot, everyone knew that, but he was a dick.

you wouldn’t take it personally if he treated you like everyone else—which would still be shitty—but he treated you like you were the scum of the earth.

he treated you with hatred.

“alright! whoever clears the other teams cups first wins!” mina announced as she rolled the balls over to you.

“don’t fuck up,” bakugo mumbled but you brushed it off, stepping in front of him to throw your shot.

you tossed it over but failed as you watched it hit the rim and fly to the floor, a frown on your face.

“since when are you not useless?”

“shut it, bakugo,” you practically hissed, moving back to your spot but not before hitting his shoulder with yours.

deku threw the ball back over and surprisingly made it in, a look of surprise on his face as bakugo cursed him out.

bakugo quickly went to grab the cup but accidentally knocked it over, causing it to spill all over your skirt and down to your shoes.

“shit!” you cursed, quickly stepping out to avoid the liquid but were to slow.

bakugo’s eyes widened before narrowing, a scoff leaving his lips as he crossed his arms.

“maybe if you weren’t always in the fucking way-”

“maybe if you weren’t so fucking self absorbed and such a dick we wouldn’t be in this situation!” you yelled, storming past him to the bathroom as tears stung your eyes.

it took a lot to make you cry, but with bakugo constantly up your ass about every little thing you did, along with ruining the one night you thought you could just have fun with your friends-

you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

bakugo watched you storm off as he stood there shocked, sure you always snapped back at his insults and jabs but never had you screamed the way you did.

his ears went red as deku gave him a sad look, not for him—but for y/n.

bakugo was quick to follow the girl, trying not to make it obvious he was chasing after you.

before you could shut the bathroom door he threw his foot in before it closed, prying it open and shoving himself in as you screamed at him to get out.

“what asshole?! come to pour more beer on me?!”

“can you calm down for a secon-”

“me?! calm down?” you laughed, angrily grabbing the neatly folded towel and harshly dragging it over your soaked clothing, “you’re full of bullshit, bakugo.”

“listen, i didn’t mean to spill that on you!”

“but you did, and i think it’s because i’m wearing this stupid dalmatian outfit and you wanted me to change,” you spat, turning on the sink and wetting the towel.

okay, you did have a point.

he was really an asshole.

his face felt like it was on fire as he bit down on his lip harshly, avoiding eye contact as he tried staring at anything but you.

“i’m…sorry, okay?”

you stopped your actions immediately as your head whipped towards him, eyebrows raised and nose scrunched.

“you—the all mighty bakugo, is sorry?”

“don’t make me say it twice,” he growled, but it was low and almost…soft.

“i didn’t mean for this all to get so out of hand,” he confessed, going to scratch the back of his neck as you raised your eyebrows.

“i just don’t understand what i ever did to you.”

“nothing,” he quickly said, “i just hate how…you you are.”

he cringed at his words as you rolled your eyes, going for the door to leave and go home—wanting to change and end this conversation.

you felt his large hand grab your wrist and stop you in your tracks, pulling you gently back as you stared up at him.

“you’re just so confident and don’t take shit from anyone—it sometimes feels like i’m the only one who can act like that.”

“you’re saying i intimidate you?”

“watch it, shitty woman,” he growled before averting eye contact.

“i’m saying…” he continued, trailing off as he bit his lip so hard it looked painful, “i might hate you less than the others.”

you felt like there was a lump in your throat as your mouth opened slightly.

“you like me?”

“hate less than the others!” he corrected, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to leave.

this is where they always leave.

“i like- i mean, hate you less than the others too i guess,” you shrugged, watching as his eyes lit up but he was quick to cover it with a cough to the side.

“hate me less to let me take you out sometime?”

you pretended to think about his offer, causing him to narrow his eyebrows as you shrugged your shoulders.

“i guess.”

he grinned at your answer as he shoved his hands into his pockets, a slight blush on both of your guys’s cheeks as you stood there in silence.

“cmon,” he coughed, grabbing the door handle behind you as he opened it slightly, “i have extra clothes you can change into.”

“you’re such a simp!”

as you walked out the door he flicked you on the side of the head, causing you to scowl at him as he walked you through the house.

“tell anyone and you’re dead.”

“wasn’t planning on it.”

[shvkespearc]

fun facts about da blogger

Tagged by @elizabeth-karenina for ANOTHER ASK POST <3

1. why did you choose your url?

special interest williyum shakespeare...simply. i have had many urls. many many. someone out there may recall: kit1564, daarcy, kitmaarlowe, darcy-alexander, lavender--lover, adraelian, king-of-irises, old-ass-gandalf (favorite) and several others.... OH MY GOD alexander-hamiltons-gr8-butt. alternative design: alexander-hamiltons-spooky-butt. god take me out back and shoot me

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.week.

@lordbyron666 is my kind of miscellaneous fandom memes etc. blog where i reblog things i dont particularly want to reblog to main. i started it in like 2017(?) when i became more of an aesthetic blog but QUITE HONESTLY i find myself using it less these days. i fink ive stopped giving a fuck

@1seafoam cottagecore ISH side blog, mostly for comfort pleasant images. soothing space for my panic disorder having ass.

@vnge11 art blog i DONT REALLY USE. though i do stay drawing. i just dont post much. i once had an art blog in 2014/5(?) , which actually became the lordbyron666 blog.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

i made my blog in july 2012 and started as a black and white grunge blogger + memes. me now quite honestly like the vibe is still there. my best friend at the time (RIP) made me make one. i remember i had a music player and she said that it was "good, just not really tumblr"... i remember having like a galaxy background at one point when i started to get into it.... then over the years i had like a VERY CUSTOMIZED INSANE BLOG like with gifs and transparent things and pixel buddies AND MUSIC PLAYER. my friends would say they couldnt load my blog but i never had a problem 😤

4. do you have a queue tag?

i BELIEVE it's 'q' but i don't use the queue feature.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

re: my friend made me make one, but i think i really enjoyed it being a place where i could collect moody feelings (and laffs). then i joined a few fandoms (polite way of saying homestuck) and it felt more and more like a community and fun.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

ethel cain w a shotgun. not much else to be said

7. why did you choose your header?

bjork writhing around on the floor kind of a no brainer to me. absolute vibe absolute mood.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

OOUAAGHH i think it's either my vampire uquiz orrrrrr ugh idk there is like a handful of random ass posts that have blown up. it's all fun and games until people are weird in the replies and you see yourself screenshotted on imgur. ALSO i think i just don't like when they resurface years later and i'm like STOP SPREADING IT AROUND IM NOT THAT PERSON ANYMORE ID NEVER SAY THAT!!!!

9. how many mutuals do you have?

i dont know! i dont know!!! i just recognize people on my dash or in my notes but whether or not we follow each other and specifically enjoy one anothers content. I DONT KNOW

10. how many followers do you have?

in da 4-digits. enough that i get not 0 notes but about 2 notes per post.

11. how many people do you follow?

700-something. i like to follow more rather than less people cause following many blogs is the key to a healthy dashboard ecosystem.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

every day of my life

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

i look at my activity daily but i dont ALWAYS scroll every day anymore. but usually every day ish at least for a minute

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

i am sure... now the idea of "fighting" on tumblr.com is so hilarious to me. bro this is website. clown on clown violence

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts

i do not do it... but those "REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT A HOMOPHONE" posts really hit in 2013

16. do you like tag games?

YA. however sometimes i get too overwhelmed and say i will do it and then never do <3

17. do you like ask games?

YA. however sometimes i g-

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

WHICH OF YOU SHOULDERS THE GREATEST BURDEN? IE: FOLLOWER COUNT? it is unknown to me... i just work here

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

no...but i am not immune to getting attention on the internet from a Cool Profile disease

20. tags

👉👈 do it if you wana

[quodekash]

OUR SKYY 2 IS HERE ITS FINALLY HERE THIS IS NOT A DRILL

first lemme make myself an ice tea and then we’ll get into the ridiculous commentary (which will probably be entirely keysmashes but anyway) 

fingers crossed for something benchopper 

also i find it rly interesting that the series i finished with when going through all the our skyy shows is the one that theyre start with 

also also idk anything about the order for our skyy but i do know that there’s no way bad buddy isnt the final one 

ICE TEA HAS NOW BEEN ACQUIRED, NOW WE SHALL COMMENCE THE COMMENTARY (that a lot of you seem to like, why do you like my commentary) 

literally shaking what the hell

STOP IM GONNA CRY, HE HAS HIM AS HIS LOCK SCREEN???? 

WE’RE LITERALLY LIKE TEN SECONDS IN AND IM ALREADY FILLED WITH TEARS 

IM SORRY, IT’S BEEN THREE FREAKING YEARS??? WHY WERE WE NOT AWARE OF THIS INFORMATION 

ok so judging from the intro, it’s nlmg first, and then simm, then THE ECLIPSE MY BOYS AAAAAA, AND THEN VICE VERSA, AND THEN MSP HEGUERIHBGKREJB, im literally vibrating with excitement rn help, and then abaab, AND THEN BAD BUDDY GERJHBGUKREJBKGURBJ, AND THEN 1000STARS 

ITS LITERALLY HAPPENING IN FRONT OF MY EYES RN AND I STILL CANT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL 

HOLY BAJOOLIES 

HE HAPPY

HE;S SO FREAKING EXCITED TO SEE HIM 

NO STOP IM GONNA CRY AGAIN 

palms hair is so freaking pretty what the hell 

i sense a sponsorship

palm is so happy to see him and he’s trying to be sweet but nueng is moody and i guess i get why but also pls just be happy to see him again 

okay they are happy now yayyy 

yup i was right theyre sponsored by suzuki thats kind of hilarious 

damn, two sponsorships within like ten minutes of each other, they really went all out 

CRYING AGAIN, THAT’S PERFECT 

well that guy was confusing. ‘you guys are soulmates and youre fate but also you cant be together but you will be but you wont’ 

HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THEM, NUENG WAS ABOUT TO SAY HE’S DECIDED TO STAY IN BANGKOK AND FINISH HIS STUDIES THERE RATHER THAN OVERSEAS 

bRO HAS A SWORD?? I WANT A SWORD 

also like oh shoot they might be about to die 

but also just imagine walking around every day with a sword 

the power 

id never like actually hurt anyone with it and id probably rarely take it out of the sheath 

but seriously. sword. its so cool. 

not cool that theyre probably about to hurt nuengpalm and probably that poor woman 

holding hands and running for their lives, absolutely nothing new here 

heh i paused it at a funny moment 

he’s such a good bodyguard/protector/boyfriend/whatever ghrjgbhr 

ill show you what happens to heroes. they wake up in historical clothing. 

why are the roles suddenly reversed 

and why is palm the only one with knowledge of the present time and the only one without a clue about whats going on in this au  version of events 

DAM OKAY THAT WAS QUICK 

see, at first i was pretty sure he was faking it cos it didnt make sense that only palm was aware of the present, surely it would be both of them, but then he confused me, but its fine cos he remembers him YAY 

IM SORRY, LITERALLY ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS THAT ONE TIME IN BBC MERLIN WHERE MERLIN GAVE ARTHUR AN ORDER 

ALSO PALM IS LITERALLY JUST DOING WHAT NUENG DID AND ITS SO FUNNY 

wait this entire thing is a complete repeat of the series just switched and historical

their first major interaction was being introduced via parent sending child to work for the other child 

their second major interaction was at the pool, and in this version its by the lake 

their third major interaction is the master making the servant eat with them because ‘theres too much food for me to eat by myself’ when really its just bc he wants to spend time with him 

wait please let chopper and ben be in this historical version of life 

phum is there 

surely its plausible to think that benchopper could be there too 

i freaking love these two 

IM SORRY????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT 

NOOOOOO I WAS WRONGGGG

NOOOO CONFLICT 

its okay tho theyll iron out the conflict, its fine 

see, they figured out the conflict 

well that was wonderful but it is now 1am so i need to go to sleep 

goodnight folks! im gonna spend the next 24 hours Thinking About Them 

[mental-mario]

Part II: Borderline Boogaloo!

Before I continue about my experience in the psych ward, I want to thank my new friend (who is hopefully a real person) lady-macbeth13 for joining me and hopping aboard! I encourage you if you're reading this to click that follow button so you can be my friend as well. Hop aboard this thing before it takes off so you can say, "I knew him when..." Also, please help a friend out and tip me if you can spare it! You can't see but I'm shaking my change cup on the corner right now. I currently have no income, so I am trying to afford the monthly bills and also a video capture card and HDMI splitter so I can get live streaming off the launching pad! I am also trying to afford Super Mario Bros. Wonder, so I truly appreciate any tips you can help with! I want to get some online multiplayer up and streaming with everyone, so look out for that as well! Finally, my friend code on Switch is posted in my bio at this time and QR code is my profile pic, so send me a friend invite! I'm lonely and need friends! :)

So when we left off, I was getting strip searched by 2 nursing staff, and as kinky as that was, it ended rather abruptly when they had me put my jumpsuit back on. Before I could contain my arousal, they showed me to the infamous padded cell. Now, this is all taking place in a cramped, locked, dark area with no windows. The padded cell felt much like a cubicle made of the padded mats from gym class. The walls were the same material, and there was a camera up in the corner of the ceiling near the dingy yellow light. The door had a small slotted window as well. The staff member told me she had to show me the cell so she could document that she showed it to me, and I would only need to see it again if I got violent. From there I was let back out into gen-pop and was given a dinner tray with microwave pizza, which was probably the best thing I had there to eat. As an aside, you may want to make sure what you eat can be a finger food because it is a tall order to eat an overcooked pork chop or chicken breast with a plastic spoon.

As I sat at one of the tables in the dayroom, I got the chance to better observe the environment. There was a TV which was showing the ever-therapeutic local news, where they were running a story about another shooting somewhere. I started feeling less depressed already...There were also a few games like Jenga and Sorry available, which nobody played. Also available was some paper and colored pencils. I ate and sat in a stupor, as the atarax was still kicking in my system. There were posted rules on the wall, stating we are to remain in the dayroom during the day, participate in groups when scheduled, make our beds every day, and clean up after ourselves, including our food trays. The doors were all locked with security monitoring the main doors and cameras everywhere except for the bedrooms. There were a few locked doors designated for group exercise and meeting with the psych team, but I wouldn't get the chance to be evaluated or talk to anyone until the next morning. The rooms were mostly 2 beds but some were private. I did end up having a roommate that night which I hated, but he was quiet enough that I could sleep that night in combination with trazodone. Also in the room was a sink, a bathroom with half door (no lock), a toilet with no seat, and a shower that was surprisingly adequate. For other entertainment, if board games don't grab ya, you could walk laps around the nurse's station, and they even had a helpful sign to let us know that just 33 times around = 1 mile! I know nothing could make me feel more prepared to reintegrate into society than stumbling around the nurse's desk like a zombie in a paper suit that was 2 sizes too large for me.

Since I had checked myself in voluntarily, I was allowed to sign a discharge request notice, which would allow them no longer than 72 hours after submitting it to continue holding me. By 9:30pm, I was ready to go to bed after a long day, and I was also ready to sign the aforementioned form. The unit was loud with lots of hollering, and that triggered my anxiety and shut me right down. Brought me back to my year at the college dorm, which was traumatic and did not go well for me. When I knocked on the door to the nurse's station, I was informed that my nurse was busy at the moment, as she had patients on the other unit to attend to. I stood outside the station, waiting for my nurse to return. By 10:15, I had enough. I knocked on the nurse's door again and said that I didn't care who handled the form but that I wanted to sign it. This other nurse then comes out and gets in my face and tells me it has to be with my nurse and also, "you won't be leaving here tomorrow...I can tell you that!" She replied with such a nasty attitude, and if it's one thing you want to do as a medical professional working on a psych unit, it is to instigate someone with BPD. I started to get nasty right back, and the nurse slunk away back behind the glass, perhaps realizing that she wasn't making the best decision in that moment. I stood around some more until my nurse finally arrived at 10:30pm, and I was wondering the whole time at what point I could expect this experience to actually start making me feel better and less suicidal. Spoiler alert: that moment never came. After this nurse checked that I properly swallowed my late meds, I went to sleep at 11pm, which began quiet time.

I am going to break there and continue on in Part III for my next post, so make sure you click FOLLOW to make sure you don't miss out on that! After all, I feel like we are starting to become good friends now, so friend me and make me a part of your day! I will try not to be too needy! And again, my friend code on Switch is SW-4419-5159-3401. Send me a friend invite and I will accept! I'm lonely...and I'm also broke and unemployable, so please hook your new friend up with some tips on my page! Thank you, and I love you!

[idyllic-affections]

Not to out myself as a law student but— I've been thinking wayyy too much about law in Teyvat since the start of my contract law course. It may be because I don't know enough lore about this peculiar topic in the game (Please feel free to point it out if what I say doesn't make sense lore-wise) but.... International law must exist in Teyvat in some form, right? At least to regulate international commerce and disputes related to it. I also believe there would be some international meetings. Maybe the archons do not participate in such meetings but they MUST exist, once again if not for discussing the future of Teyvat then for commercial matters. Which also raises the question of the potential existence of ambassadors in Teyvat. Nationality doesn't seem to be such a big deal in Teyvat, but ambassies might be useful for issuing death reports for residents who pass away abroad, navigating foreign police, legal, and medical systems and assisting residents who get arrested or detained abroad! Which reminds me!! There must be some international law concerning criminals in other countries ? Like,,, I haven't played Fontaine's Archon Quest entirely but could Childe ask to do the rest of his sentence in Snezhnaya rather than in Fontaine? Is it even legal for Fontaine's court to try defendants from other nations?? As a Fatui and thus some kind of Snezhnayan diplomat, shouldn't he be tried by his homecountry or in a specific trial formation?

And I've talked about law but maybe the commerce and such is mostly regulated by customs? Which would be so interesting?? It's more flexible than law but it would still be a form of international law. Is there some kind of Warfare international law? Some kind of humanitarian law?? I'll never know.

I'm not even going to mention Liyue's contract law or the way each nation would create juridical or administrative rules, or constitutional matters ('cause you CAN'T tell me that all nations do not have a Constitution— Mondstadt would have to be regulated in some way because of Barbatos' absense and they'd definitely have some human right constitutional document, considering freedom and all). From what I've seen no one have written an essay about any of it. Even on Liyue's contract law. I'm going crazy. Maybe I'll write it myself. I'm thinking way too much about it ughhh. As you can guess, if I were Isekai'd in Genshin I'd be having a field day.  Hopefully you found my word vomit somewhat interesting?

LAW STUDENT?!??!?!?!? doudou that is so cool i hope it is going well for you <3

law in teyvat is SOOO fascinating. all i know for sure is that fontaine laws are internationally considered the hardest to understand. i haven't played fontaine's archon quest yet so who knows? but anyways.

international meetings in teyvat are SO real to me. i think about them really often actually! i personally believe, when it comes to commerce, ningguang and pantalone are the ambassadors for their nations. i'm not sure about the other nations! but i know in my heart its ningguang and pantalone for liyue and snezhnaya respectively. 🫶 i feel like when they meet, they shoot one another dirty looks when they think the other isn't paying attention. i'm soooo normal about them. Anyways.

reading the manga makes it clear that there ARE some kind of proceedings for when diplomats die internationally--if you haven't read the manga, this happens when fatui diplomats die in mondstadt in an ✨️ accident ✨️ and it was handled by dottore, so they were probably his agents. idk i haven't read the manga in a while, but yeah! it wasn't very detailed about how exactly if was handled unfortunately.

AND YEAH???? ARE THEY EVEN ALLOWED TO ARREST CHILDE? i feel like they shouldn't be allowed to? shouldn't he just be deported back to snezhnaya, since he broke the law in a nation he is a noncitizen in? just send him back to snezhnaya bro let his coworkers handle it 🙏🙏🙏🙏 it is true that nationality doesn't seem very relevant in teyvat, but it's clear it does matter in some way (based on what we see in inazuma, where it is a whole HASSLE for the traveler just to get into the main island). of course, it is a fantasy setting, but i do know a little bit about law and fontaine does seem SOOOO confusing LMAO

and yeah i suppose childe is a diplomat--i imagine all of the harbingers are regarded as such. actually i think they would all be regarded as ambassadors? at least, when they get sent to a nation SPECIFICALLY to do their duties. like. la signora was an amassador, dottore was an ambassador, scara was an ambassador, and i imagine arlecchino will also be an ambassador. but i don't think childe is, because he seems to have less responsibilities than his coworkers do when he goes abroad.

anyway it feels weird for him to be tried as a citizen. bro does NOT live there!!!! he is NOT a citizen!!!!

YES YES i imagine the godless nations have constitutions, mainly mondstadt & liyue (but i also think liyue's constitution would have existed before rex lapis' "death" since he... you know, only came around once annually). i don't think snezhnaya or inazuma have constitutions, because tbh they kind of seem very... heavily reliant on their gods. fontaine might have one but it's probably insane LMAOOO and idk about natlan yet. sumeru 100% has one too though!

sumeru also has free healthcare canonically????? bro i want that..... i'm american btw /hj /lh

but you're soooo right this is all so fascinating!!!

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 46

Warnings: Feelings, transphobia, religious fueled detestment, chaos, pure and utter chaos Word count: 6422

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 45 | Volt 47

"We should play truth or dare!" Mina said excitedly, we all hesitantly agreed after a lot of persuasion. We sat in a circle in the center of the basement, all of us changed and ready for bed but too awake after a day of fun. "Okay, rules are simple. Spin the flat iron, whoever the corded end lands on has to answer truth or dare but if they choose to back out, they have to take a sip of the concoction of death!" I looked at the half full red solo cup on the end table, a mix of soy sauce, teriyaki sauce, ketchup, mustard, salsa, apple juice, hot sauce, ginger salad dressing and lemon juice sitting intimidatingly by itself. All of us had emergency drinks just in case so we wouldn't upchuck anything, but also an emergency trash can on standby. "I'll go first!" She leaned forward and spun the straightener, the object pointing to Kirishima. "Truth or dare!"

"Ah, shoot, uh, truth I guess?" He blurted out, clearly unprepared for whatever the girl might have in store.

"Boringgg! Fine, uh, if you were to get any piercing, what would it be?" Kirishima thought about this for a moment.

"Probably my eyebrow." The girl nodded in approval before Kiri spun, Denki up next. "Alright, truth or dare man?"

"I'm not scared, I'll go with dare." He said with a smirk, leaning back on his palms.

"Alright, I dare you to burp the alphabet without throwing up." Denki went upstairs and came back with a can of soda.

None of us could contain our laughter as he finished it without puking. I excused myself to go grab a soda as well after asking Sero, needing something to help me sleep tonight. I came back down and saw Mina and Sero dancing.

"I dared them to a dance off, to see who would fail first at copying the others move." Denki filled me in and I nodded, watching as Mina won Sero's dare.

I didn't get a turn for a while, somehow the flat iron always landing on Mina or Denki rather than me, until it did.

"Tsukababes! Finally! Truth or dare?"

"Easy, truth. I don't trust where you would take a dare." She poured but nodded.

"Who do you like?" She asked without missing much of a beat.

'I should've thought this through more.'

All eyes were on me and the sip of death looked tempting right now.

"A guy." I finally spluttered out. Sero snorting out laughter at my aversion.

"Well duh, but that's not who."

"Eh, it counts. Me saying 'a guy' is a valid answer because it's a key descriptor and definer of the 'who' which is what you were asking. If you wanted me to say the person, then you should've asked something else." She glared and pointed a finger at me. I spun the straightener and it landed on Kiri. "Truth or dare, bro?"

"I trust you Tsukabro, so dare."

"I dare you to let Mina do your makeup." Mina squealed in excitement and dug out her makeup. As she was doing his, we continued playing. He spun the flat iron before she even started, the appliance landing on Mina.

"Truth or dare, Min."

"Dare, duh."

"I dare you not to do my makeup." She groaned and put all of her stuff back.

"You're no fun!" She pouted but spun her straightener anyways, almost bouncing with joy when it landed on Denki. "Someone fun! Truth or dare!"

"Obviously dare. C'mon you already knew that." She got a glint in her eye and I immediately felt concerned on the multitude of ways she could take this.

"I dare you to kiss who you think the hottest person in the room is. Of course, only if they're okay with it." Everyone was watching what his next move would be.

I stared at my lap, not wanting to know who he would choose until I felt a familiar hand on top of mine. I glanced up at him and nervously licked my lips like earlier. We were already sitting fairly close, not letting the awkward tension break our normal.

"Is this okay?" His voice was soft and quiet, a mere whisper but I heard it all the same. My eyes glanced down to his lips without thinking and I nodded.

His free hand came up and cupped my cheek before leaning in. I met him in the middle, finally working up the courage to lean forward as well. Every bit of it felt like fireworks erupting inside my entire body. It was slow and gentle, our lips slowly moving together after a moment and he pulled away. My face and neck were bright red as was his. We stared at each other for a minute, trying to figure out what this meant and where we stood, my mind all over the place. Without looking, I knew Mina got a picture of it. Slowly, he moved back into his spot fully but his hand stayed on mine.

"It's my turn next, yeah?" Denki broke the silence and spun the hair straightener, the object pointing to Sero. "Truth or dare, man?"

"After the last dare, I'm going with truth cause the only one I wanna kiss is Todoroki." I bit back a giggle but nodded in respect.

"Is your binder still on?" Sero's eyes darted to the floor at the question, giving a clear answer. "Go take it off and put on a hoodie, please." Sero looked torn but I was slightly confused.

"Can I ask a question? Cause I'm a little lost." The pair of best friends nodded. "Is it bad if you wear it for too long?" Sero sighed and sadly nodded.

"Yeah, if I wear it too long it can cause some damage to my ribs. I'm already pushing it with wearing it during hero training." He said in a dull tone, a complete opposite to how he usually is.

"Go take it off, okay? Trust me, broken ribs are not fun. You're still a man, nothings gonna change that, but hurting yourself is only going to make things worse." He sighed and stood up, going up the stairs and coming down a few minutes later in a very baggy hoodie.

"It's off." He stated in a somber voice.

"You know we only push it because we care bro, yeah?" Sero nodded, confirming Kiri's words.

"If it makes you feel any better, apparently I have the biggest chest here." My comment got our friend to finally laugh.

"You're not wrong. We all know it too." I gave him a wide smile and a thumbs up. "Alright, so who's sleeping where? We have one queen size air mattress, the couch and the love seat. I would grab old mattresses, but most of them are toddler mattresses."

"Mina, who's your cuddle buddy tonight?" I asked the pink haired girl.

"Depends on who I sleep next to."

"We can always push everything together so that we aren't separated too much." I suggested, everyone shocked that I offered that.

"Yes! More cuddles!" Mina cheered with her hands raised, pumped at the suggestion.

As the air mattress was being inflated, Kiri and I moved the couch over, sliding it parallel to the loveseat. Mina and Denki set out spare blankets and throw pillows. Just as the air mattress got set up, I took out my ears and put them on the charger. I got settled in on the loveseat, opting to allowing Kirishima to be comfier on the couch. Mina slept beside him with Sero in the middle and Denki right beside me.

We sat up for a little bit, mostly on our phones doing whatever, sometimes I would look over and join the conversation but for the most part, I sat in a comfortable silence with my friends.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember briefly waking up. Mostly to turn over and get comfortable again, my eyes immediately drooping shut again. When I fully woke up, I wasn't expecting to be warm.

Or on Denki.

I went to stretch and found myself unable to move, his arms wrapped around me. One draped over my waist and his free hand in front of me as he scrolled on his phone. My head laid on his chest, my body curled into his side with our legs tangled together. His arm left, the rush of cool air sending a chill across my side until it returned along with my phone.

From Pikachu: Good morning :)

To Pikachu: Good morning

To Pikachu: When did I fall asleep? I don't remember

From Pikachu: About 11

To Pikachu: I can't believe I slept for ten hours

From Pikachu: Me neither but I'm glad you got sleep

To Pikachu: When did you go to bed?

From Pikachu: I was up until about 1, that's when you rolled onto me

To Pikachu: Sorry about that, I hope you weren't uncomfortable or anything

From Pikachu: Why would I be uncomfortable?

To Pikachu: I don't know, I just don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything

From Pikachu: Well I promise I wasn't uncomfortable, I wouldn't complain about getting to cuddle with you

From Pikachu: Unless you were uncomfortable?

To Pikachu: I toootally was, hence why I'm still laying on you

I could feel the vibrations and slight jostling in his chest from laughter.

From Pikachu: Well I'm glad you weren't either

From Pikachu: I think that's the first time you've ever fallen asleep before me

To Pikachu: Yeah I was tired yesterday, I pulled an all nighter the other night

From Pikachu: What??? Why??

To Pikachu: Just couldn't sleep, it happens sometimes

From Pikachu: I guess, but I'm really happy you caught up on some sleep last night then

To Pikachu: Me too :)

From Pikachu: Soooo

To Pikachu: Soooo?

From Pikachu: Who's your crush?

To Pikachu: Take a guess

From Pikachu: I don't know, that's why I'm asking

To Pikachu: You should know

From Pikachu: How would I know??

To Pikachu: It should be obvious enough for you to guess

From Pikachu: Just tell meeeee

From Pikachu: Pleaseeeee

To Pikachu: You gotta guessss

From Pikachu: Why won't you tell meee

From Pikachu: Is it really that bad?

From Pikachu: I can literally see you reading these

From Pikachu: C'mon, talk to me

From Pikachu: Why not tell me?

To Pikachu: Fear? Judgement? I don't know, maybe a mix of the two. I'd rather just keep it to myself because I don't think it's going anywhere and the more people I tell who it is, the more real my feelings are and the more it's going to hurt in the long run

From Pikachu: I'm sorry for pushing so much, I didn't mean to make you upset

To Pikachu: You're okay, I know you didn't mean anything by it

From Pikachu: Still, I'm sorry

From Pikachu: Forgive me?

To Pikachu: You're forgiven, Denks

From Pikachu: Phew, okay

To Pikachu: Mina probably got pictures of us to add to her collection

From Pikachu: You mean to add to your collection?

To Pikachu: And what about yours?

From Pikachu: Okay so OUR collection

To Pikachu: I didn't know you saved the pictures she took

From Pikachu: Of course I do! What, you don't?

To Pikachu: I never said that

Denki ruffled my hair a bit and I put my phone down, noticing Sero sit up and start talking.

"Uno momento, estoy agarrando mis audífonos." (One moment, I'm grabbing my hearing aids.) I told the two that I knew were awake, not even realizing I was talking in Spanish until I turned back around to a confused looking Denki. "Sorry, language switch." I mumbled, still half asleep to a degree. "What were you saying Sero?"

"I was just wondering when you two woke up."

"I woke up a little while ago."

"I woke up probably an hour ago." Denki stated, Sero looking at him in disbelief.

"I didn't hear you wake up, I've been up for about an hour and a half." I gestured to our phones and he realized why.

"Should we wake those two up?" I pointed to a sleeping Mina and Kirishima. The girl being spooned by Kirishima while curling into Sero's side, the red heads arm reaching over her waist and onto the other boys.

"Please, I've been overheating this whole time." I couldn't help my small laugh at his words but got up to help wake the two up.

I circled around and poked Kiri's stomach rapidly, watching his muscles flex through his shirt before he woke up confused. His arm moving and waking up Mina in the process.

"What time is it?" The red head asked groggily.

"Almost ten in the morning." He hummed and rubbed his face, his usually gelled hair sticking all over the place. "Time to wake up." He nodded and stretched his arms, reminding me of the morning stiffness in my spine. "Hey Hanta? Can I borrow your legs for support?" He looked at me curiously but slowly nodded. I sat down near his feet and placed one hand on his shins to help me balance as I turned. The relieving pops going up my spine making me sigh before I turned and repeated it on the other side. "Thank you." Everyone looked at me with wide eyes.

"How the— what was that?" Kirishima asked.

"I cracked my back, that reminds me." I propped my chin on my hand and cracked my neck both ways. "I almost forgot about my neck." Mina fake gagged while everyone else was just looking mortified. "It's okay, I do it all the time. Hey, Hanta, where's the bathroom?" He slowly blinked before processing what I had asked him.

"I'll show you, you three meet us up there when you're ready, yeah?" They all agreed and we walked upstairs, my friend showing me where to go as he got caught up talking to Hinata.

I did my business and came back out to see Hanta no longer looking cheerful, but stressed.

"What's up?" He shook his head but I nudged his arm in silent retaliation. "What's wrong?" He sighed and leaned against the wall.

"My mom just let me know that my tío and his new wife are coming to visit for a few days." I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"So, what's the issue?"

"Issue one, they'll be here in a few hours. Issue two, he's kinda..."

"Not accepting?" He nodded grimly and looked to the floor stressed. "You want me to stay after the others head out? Run some sort of interference?"

"You don't gotta, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Well you aren't asking, I offered. If you want I can text my parents and let them know. Only if you want me to though." He nodded and gave me a sad smile.

"Thank you." I held out my fist and received a fist bump.

"Course. Let's get this show on the road."

After an hour or two, Kirishima and Mina left, both of them having to go home early and catch the train back to Chiba. Denki left after a little while too, saying how he had to start packing so he wouldn't cram pack on the last night and forget something. So I sat on the couch with Hanta, his twin little sisters joining us. Hana, the one with her ears pierced, slowly came up to me with a curious look on her face.

"Hey kiddo." I greeted with a small smile, not wanting to scare either of them.

"Hi." She looked at her older brother and he gestured it was okay for her to ask whatever was on her mind. "Do you know how to braid hair?" I stifled a confused laugh and nodded.

"I do actually. Do you want me to braid your hair?" Her eyes lit up and she ran to grab what was needed. "Do you want me to braid your hair too, Hikari?"

"Yes please." She mumbled before running off to her sister.

"I didn't know you could braid hair."

"Ah, yeah, I learned after I got adopted. I lost my fidget cube one day and my Pops let me fidget with his hair. He got the bright idea I could braid it and pulled up a few videos for me to learn from." My friend laughed at my simplified story, the twins running back around the corner. "You two ready?" They happily nodded. "Should I do different braids to tell them apart easier?" I whispered to Sero who rapidly nodded. "Okay, who wants to go first?" Hikari plopped in front of me on the floor and I couldn't help but laugh before I started brushing through her hair.

It took probably fifteen minutes for each of them, but I gave Hikari two dutch braids and Hana two french braids.

"Thank you!" The two cheered together, Himari peaking into the living room in disbelief.

"You two look so pretty! Why don't you go show your dad?" The two skipped out of the room and Himari stood next to her son.

"Is tío bringing his kids?" Hanta asked, the subtle look of discomfort already on his face.

"No, they're staying at home with your tía, said they'll come next year." He sighed but nodded. "You should go get changed." Hanta glared at the ground.

"I'm not dressing like a girl for him, it's his problem if he can't get over himself." Himari sighed and rubbed his back.

"You know your tío just sees things differently."

"You two grew up together, your personality should have rubbed off on him." She huffed out a sad laugh at his statement. "I'm not dressing as a girl. I'm not putting myself through that." Himari nodded and gave him a side hug.

"Okay, but you two should still go get changed out of pajamas. They'll be here soon. I'll call you both down when they get here, okay?" Hanta nodded and I gave her a thumbs up before trekking up to his room. He already put his binder on earlier, so he changed comfortably in front of me. Opting for a graphic t-shirt, a zip up hoodie and joggers. I went for a thin, grey long sleeve and ripped jeans.

"You okay?" I asked him hesitantly and he sighed.

"Yeah. Just, not a fan of when he visits. It was more tolerable when he was still married to my tía or when he at least brought the kids, but I don't like his new wife. Plus he insists on using my deadname." I nodded along, easily keeping up.

"I'm sorry dude. If it gets too outta hand I can ask if you can crash at my house for a day or two." He looked at me in shock.

"Really?" I nodded and he sat down beside me on his bed. "Maybe, I think it might be awkward sleeping at my teachers house." I snorted, causing him to laugh as well.

"It's weird for me going to school and having all my family as teachers. Trust me, it fades after a while." He nodded and flopped back on his bed, I followed suit and we sat in a comfortable silence until we were called down. "You ready?" He sighed but stood up, not giving me a verbal answer.

(A/N: anything typed in bold from here on out is someone talking in spanish. i'm not trusting google translate to be right and that's a lot to copy and paste.)

Hanta and I awkwardly stood to the side as his uncle greeted all of his siblings. He looked almost nothing like Hanta's mom, for obvious reasons. A woman stood to the side, looking irked that none of the kids happily hugged her like they did their uncle. I saw a boy I didn't recognize and put together that he was Hanta's brother, Hiroshi.

"Hello Hitomi." His uncle said blandly and I repressed a visual cringe at the use of his deadname. Hanta didn't say anything, just stood kicked back against the wall with an indifferent look on his face. "It's rude to ignore people."

"And it's rude to disregard a simple request." His uncle sighed and shook his head before acknowledging me.

"Who's this?"

"I'm Tsukare Onryo." His eyes widened at my use of his native tongue, unprepared for me to respond.

"It's nice to meet you, Tsukare. I'm Antonio Garcia, Hitomi's uncle." My eyes narrowed as I looked at the ground. He beckoned his wife over, she looked pretty but I could already tell she was stuck up. "This is my wife, Valeria." I sent her a nod in acknowledgement. "How did you two meet?"

"He's one of my good friends, Hanta and I are in the same class at school." That singular sentence earned me a shocked looked from Hanta and two glares from the adults in front of me.

"Her name is Hitomi, and you will address her as such. She is a girl, despite any of the lies she's convinced you of." He vehemently exclaimed, a vein nearly bulging out of his neck.

"I won't. You aren't my father, and you aren't his. You have no authority over me, and you can stop trying to make a display because of your negative prerogative and judgement of Himari's parenting. If you have an issue with the respect and human decency I'm giving to one of my friends then you can challenge my parents on how they raised me." He glared at me before turning around and walking away with his wife. I turned to my friend who was starting to shake. I pulled him around the corner and hugged him. "You okay?" He nodded and hugged me tighter before letting go completely.

"I don't think anyone has told him off in a while." I laughed and nodded.

"Yeah. But hey, you say the word and we're outta here. Okay?" He nodded and eventually went and rejoined his family. The twins came up and sat between us, happily chatting away.

"What's in your ear?" Hana asked curiously.

"These are my hearings aids. My ears don't work too good, so they help 'em out. Y'know how earbuds work?" The two little girls nodded. "Well, they're kinda like that. But instead of getting the sounds from your phone or computer, it gets the sounds from the world." They lit up, enthusiastic at that.

"Can we see them?" I nodded and took my ears out, placing one in each of their open palms and watching closely as they held them. Hana handed my left one back first, Hikari going to do the same until their tío showed up behind them.

Hanta tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the man who was glaring at me.

"Don't ignore me. What did you give them?" I put my left hearing aid back in and lightly grabbed the other one from Hikari before he could, watching as he went to reach for it.

"They're my hearing aids, Hana and Hikari were curious on what they were and wanted to see them." Antonio scoffed as I put my second one in.

"You're not deaf, those were earbuds. You're just attached to your phone like every other kid your age. It's disgusting that you would lie about something like that." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to deal with this.

"Kids, I know it's early but dinners ready. Come eat." Himari said as she popped her head into the living room, quickly leaving again.

We all sat at the table somehow. Hanta and I squished at the end corner, the twins beside me. His dad at the head with Hinata on his lap, his mom beside them, Antonio and Valeria across from us and Hiroshi at the end beside Hanta. Hanta checked his phone briefly, staring at the screen for a moment before he got scolded by his mom.

"Honey, no phones when we're eating. You know the rule." Hanta apologized under his breath and pocketed his phone, Antonio sending a look towards me.

"Tsukare. That means no earbuds as well. Take them out." He chided, thinking he had something on me.

"Oh don't be silly, Antonio. Those are his hearings aids. Speaking of those, how did you lose your hearing? Were you born deaf?" It took everything in me not to smirk so I took a bite of food instead to bide time.

"No, I was born with my hearing. About two months ago I lost over half of my hearing during our internships, then less than a month ago I lost a little more in my right ear from a classmate setting off a loud explosion with his quirk." Himari, Hiroto, Antonio and Valeria looked at me in disbelief. "In my left ear, I have about forty percent of my hearing and in my right I have about twenty percent."

"Oh goodness. I'm so sorry to hear that." Himari's eyes widened as she realized what she said and she tried to backpedal but I was laughing.

"It's okay! No need to apologize. I came to terms with it a long time ago. My quirk is sound based so I was expecting to lose it eventually." Himari sent me a soft smile and nod.

"Tsukare! Can I put one in my ear?" Hana asked cheerfully beside me, Hikari joining and asking as well.

"Sorry but they won't fit. They're a little too big for you, plus they were specially made to fit in my ear." They looked at me with wide eyes and dropped jaws, clearly amazed at that.

"Tsukare, you mentioned that your quirk is sound based and that could contribute to your hearing loss. Do you know of any genetic factors from your birth parents that might contribute to that?" Hiroto asked politely. Antonio looked confused but before he could ask, Hanta explained.

"Tsuka's adopted." Antonio glared at his nephew before aggressively eating more.

"I don't know much about them honestly, I mostly base it off of my dad since he has such a similar quirk." I explained, almost saying Pops out of habit but catching myself so I wouldn't run any risks.

"But he's not your real dad, is he?" Antonio asked sarcastically, earning a glare from half the table.

"He is my dad. My birth parents signed me away legally. So he is just as much of my dad as Hiroto is to any of his kids , unless you're also saying nobody here is really family to you, then you can take up that dull prerogative with everyone here." Antonio glared at me and went to speak but was cut off once more.

"How did you lose your hearing?" Hana asked curiously.

"Well, your big brother and I had to do these internships at school. That's why he was gone for a week a while ago. But, when I was on mine, I was following around Endeavour. We were walking down the street and a kid about your age came up and talked to us. I saw a car coming really really fast, so I scooped him up and got us out of the way. The car crashed into the building and there was a huge explosion. It was like it was right out of a movie!" Hana, Hikari and Hinata laughed at my over exemplified rendition of what happened, enjoying my mild theatrics and not realizing the actuality of it.

"That didn't actually happen. You don't have to lie to try and impress anyone." Valeria said, her voice alone making me want to snap at her.

"It did happen, I recorded it. It was on the news and everything." Hanta said with a smirk.

"I remember seeing that on the news, your hero name is Sonus, right?" Himari asked curiously to which I nodded.

"How are your grades Hitomi?" Antonio asked, obviously wanting to change the subject. Hanta ignored him, munching on his dinner. "Don't ignore me Hitomi. Answer the question." He still got silence.

"Hanta, answer his question." Hiroto said softly.

"Stop being delusional already. Her name is Hitomi, she is a girl. Don't fuel her idiocy." Antonio snapped. Himari looked around at the table and saw most of us were done.

"Kids, why don't you go play for a bit, yeah? We have to have a grown up talk." Hanta nudged me and gestured for me to follow him, all of the kids in front of us. My hand was on his back, rubbing soothing circles to try and ground him, until I felt him stop moving. One look behind me, I saw Antonio had his hand grasped firmly on Hanta's wrist. Immediately, I turned and yanked it off.

"Don't even think about that." I seethed, Antonio pausing as I properly snapped.

"Why are you filling the children's heads with these immoral acts? It's a disgrace. My nieces and nephews shouldn't have any part in this." Antonio yelled at his sister.

"Don't you talk to my wife like that in our own house." Hiroto snapped back, clearly just as fed up with this as the rest of us.

"I see why Antonio was worried about me coming, he warned me you two would act like this." Valeria said as if she had any input.

"You stay out of this, as far as I'm concerned, you're not apart of this family or this discussion." Hanta and I tried not to laugh at Himari's retort. "And you. Antonio, you have no right to come into our house and act like you run the place."

"Then do a better job. This is disgusting behavior that you should have put a stop to a long time ago. Hitomi, enough is enough. Stop this. Stop giving in to this sin already."

"His name is Hanta. It is that simple." Hiroto said calmly, so Hanta and I tried to slip out again. However Antonio grabbed his wrist once more. I grabbed his as well, yanking it off with a harsh tug.

"Hitomi, please. Stop this already. You're tearing our family apart." Antonio pleaded and went to take a step forward but I stood between him and Hanta.

"You're not going near him. You're going to shut your mouth and you're going to listen. You have no right to try and manhandle him and yank him around like that because you're throwing a bigger temper tantrum then Hinata. You can cry 'sin' all you want but let's face the truth. By the sounds of it, you're christian or catholic, so let's make a few things clear. It is not a sin. Because your God is about love and acceptance. You want to talk about sin? Fine. Then in the eyes of your God, you're a sinner. To him you would be an adulterous, judgmental man with no morals or ethics. To him, you did one of the big no-no's, you got a divorce and got remarried. You also have constantly been doing another no-no, you've been judging him. As far as I'm concerned, he's more of a man then you will ever be. He is kind and compassionate, he is trustworthy, patient, respectful. So Hanta and I are going to leave the kitchen now and you are not going to touch him." Antonio froze at my tangent, Hanta and I walking out and immediately to his room.

"Hey, you o-" he tackled me in a hug and I slowly hugged him back, "-kay..?"

"Thank you." I heard a small sniffle from him and held him tighter.

"Of course. I got your back." He nodded and let go, rushing to pack his bag.

I texted my parents to ask, thankfully Pops responded saying it was okay for him to stay the night. A small tap on the door grabbed our attention, Hiroshi slowly coming in.

"Hey." He mumbled. Hanta immediately dried his eyes and waved.

"Hey kiddo." My friend responded.

"Can I ask you something?" Hiroshi asked while he looked at me. I pointed at myself to be sure and he nodded.

"Sure. What's up?" He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, gesturing for Hanta to cover his ears, so he did.

"Do you think.. Do you think Hi- H- Hanta thinks I'm like Tío Antonio?" I shook my head and crouched down to his level from where he sat on Hanta's bed.

"No, not at all. Because Hanta knows you don't like change. And he knows you're trying your best despite that. It takes time and change is hard enough to begin with." He nodded and stared at his hands. "What about change scares you so much?"

"I don't like uncertainty. I like to know what's going on." I gave him a lopsided smile.

"Which is why you were eavesdropping?" He blushed from embarrassment and nodded. "Well, there's a few things I'm certain about. I know Hanta cares about his family because he carries just about everything in his backpack that might be needed for when he goes outside with you or his friends. I know he loves being your big brother. I know he's a goofball. But I am one hundred and ten percent certain, that he loves all of you, despite the hiccups and mistakes, because he knows you're trying and putting in an effort. And I know he isn't mad at you at all." Hiroshi nodded slowly and gave me a small side hug before standing up and tackling Hanta in one.

"Love you dude." He mumbled into Hanta's chest once his older brother moved his hands.

"I love you too." Hanta mumbled back into his younger brother's hair before he left the room. "What did you two talk about?"

"I'll explain later, we should head back to my place." He nodded and we went downstairs, his mom coming out of the kitchen looking stressed.

"I'm gonna sleep at Tsukare's tonight." Himari nodded and hugged him. She turned to me and I bowed.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted in your household earlier." She gave me a soft smile and a hug once I stood back up.

"Don't apologize. I'm glad my son has friends like you. And Hanta, text me when you get to his house please. We'll talk more about everything when you come home." Hanta nodded and they bid their goodbyes.

"That was the first time he hugged me on his own terms since I came out." Hanta told me as we walked down my street, the train ride draining both of us almost as much as his uncle.

"Really?"

"Yeah. What'd you say to get him to do that?"

"Just told him the truth. That change is scary but you love him and you know he's trying and that even though change is scary, you can tell he's been trying anyways." He gave me a soft smile and a pat in the back before we walked into my house. "Dad! Pops! I'm home and I have Hanta with me!" I called out as we took our shoes off. Dad walked past the entryway with a mug of coffee.

"Hello. Did you have fun?" He asked me. I looked at Sero and we both laughed. "Oh no." Dad sighed and took another sip of his coffee. "Should I ask?"

"Maybe later. Where's Pops and Toshi?"

"Pops is taking a shower and Hitoshi is taking a nap." I nodded and guided Sero through the house. "Sero, are you allergic to cats?" My friend shook his head right before Mittens came up and started rubbing against his legs.

"That's Mittens, and that," I pointed to our other cat in her cat tree, "that's Spots. They won't scratch or anything if you pick them up." He nodded and slowly picked up Mittens, cradling her to his chest.

"Sero." He looked up at Dad's voice. "I take it he knows?" Sero paused for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I expect you to take your binder off tonight. Onryo and Hitoshi both have spare hoodies if you would like one, if those don't fit then you can ask either me or Mic. Understood?" Sero sighed and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"I forgot he would know. Which.. wait, holy shit. Dad do you think that means All Might knows?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before the realization dawned on him.

"If he read his file, then yes. He clearly didn't think ahead about his actions and potentially turning the countries future heroes against him." I chuckled under my breath.

"Yeah. Still don't know why Izuku idolizes him so much." Dad shrugged but Sero looked a little lost. "I'll explain later." My friend nodded and Pops walked into the living room.

"Hey little listeners, do you have fun at Sero's house?" Pops asked, the two of us laughing again. "Oh gods. Sho, should I ask?"

"I don't even know, that's up to you." Pops looked worried for a moment and asked.

"My uncle came to town with his new wife and he's not accepting or anything. It didn't go too well and Tsukare said some things." My parents each raised an eyebrow to me.

"I may or may not have snapped and told him that he was a sinner for being an adulterous, judgmental man with no morals or ethics and Hanta's more of a man then he'll ever be." Pops slowly started cackling, keeling over in fits of laughter while Dad just smirked. Hanta pulled out his phone and showed me the message his mom sent about how they kicked his uncle and his new wife out. I fist pumped the air. "Yes! Now I don't have to threaten him with Pops!" This piqued my parents interest and I clamped my mouth shut.

"Uh, he tried getting physical. Tsuka pulled his hand off before he could do any real damage and stood between us." Pops immediately pulled me into a hug.

You are so lucky you didn't get hurt.

I know Pops. But I couldn't just stand there and see how far he would take it. The furthest he got was grabbing Hanta's wrist.

"These next two and a half years are going to be torturous with how you and Midoriya like to handle things." I sent Dad a wide smile and two thumbs up, the anxiety slowly dissipating as Hanta and I settled in for the night.