#but. i looked at it. its like. CLOSED closed? like closed down (temporarily supposedly)

[storm-of-feathers]

uh what the fuck

[megamindsecretlair]

Make Me Weak, Part 1

Pairing: Sex Therapist!Terry Richmond x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, mentions of depression, anxiety, and description of sex acts and sexual issues. Power imbalance, Shy!reader. Dark!Terry. Dom!Terry, AU Terry, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some. I'm not a therapist and while I do not make light of therapy, this is purely for my own fun. Please seek real medical attention when necessary.

Summary: Desperately at your absolute limit, you decide to see one last therapist to try and help with your condition. After one session, Dr. Richmond manages to put you at ease, giving you enough tools to start you on your journey. As the exploration continues, your true hope is that you don’t get burned.

Word Count: 4,648k

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A/N: Don't judge me for this chile. I saw that beautiful man in a black turtleneck with glasses and lost my marbles. I had TOO much fun writing this and you will not hurt my feelings if you don't want to read this one. However, I must tag to keep my taglist updated. Forgive me, my loves. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

You

He came highly recommended. That was the only reason you were here. You’d stared at his pictures and read all of the available posts recommending him but you couldn’t get over the fact that he was so damn pretty. And intimidating. 

But after going through nine different therapists, most who ended up as creeps or couldn’t help you, you were at your wit’s end. It was already embarrassing enough starting over with a brand new therapist, but this had to take the cake. 

The hallway was quiet, with muted browns and reds. Supposedly academic, soothing colors. As if the darker the color, the less likely you were to think about anything sexual. You stared at the imposing brown door with his name embossed on a placard. Dr. Terry Richmond. 

You bit your lip and stared at the slip in your hand with the referral scrawled across it. He took on special cases. Pathetic cases. 

“Fuck this,” you said to yourself. You turned on your heel and stepped down the hallway. The door opened and the man himself looked down the hallway. 

“Are you my two o’clock?” He asked. His deep baritone was unexpected. Soothing. Calming. Unnerving. 

“Uh,” you sighed.

He continued to stare so you continued to stare back. He wore an all black outfit, right down to his black tennis shoes. He wore a long sleeved black T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Black, form fitting pants that only highlighted how tall he was. He had to be 6’1. Hell, possibly 6’3. 

He cleared his throat, looking for an answer. Light refracted off of his frames, temporarily hiding his eyes. You gripped the straps of your purse and squared your shoulders. “Yes,” you said. 

Dr. Richmond nodded his head and waved you inside. You walked behind him, feeling like you were walking to your doom. Inside his office, it was just as drab as outside.

Bookshelves lined the walls, stuffed with medical texts and non-fictional books on powerful Black figures through history. The office was small, but clean, with a golden brown sofa pushed against a solid wall of taupe. He had a painting above the sofa, showing a serene ocean view with a boat out on the water. 

Natural light filtered into the room from a window showcasing the cityscape outside. His office was high up in the building, letting you look down on all the people living their normal lives. 

The door closed behind you and you jumped, whipping around to see Dr. Richmond leaning away from the door. He raised his hands. “I’m sorry, would you like it to remain open?” He asked. 

You shook your head. Closed was preferable. You watched Dr. Richmond take his seat behind a massive desk, everything in a neat stack and in its proper place. He rolled forward and then opened a black folder, picking up a pen.

“Please, have a seat. Tell me about yourself,” he said.

“My thick ass file didn’t give me away? Sorry, I shouldn’t say ass. Sorry,” you said and winced after cussing so much. You pointed to a thick file on his desk and you knew without a doubt that it was yours. 

It was crazy how you had a full record of your insanity, detailing how you started down this deep, dark path. Cataloged every doctor, every note, every nasty thought in your mind. Okay, you were being a little dramatic, but this was just so…embarrassing. And it didn’t help to have someone who looked like that hearing what you had to say. 

“There’s no rules here. You want to say ass, go for it,” he said and shrugged. 

You giggled, feeling more at ease. You nodded and took a seat on the sofa. There was a clear coffee table in front of it that held a zen garden complete with little trees, shiny rocks, and…were those Lego figures? You looked from it to him and he smirked, drawing your attention to his full, lush lips. 

 “Some people find it easier to occupy their hands during discussions. You can give it a try if you want,” he said.

You sat back on the sofa. Maybe later. You felt too awkward as is. Like you were some alien visitor testing out your disguise on the human population. You rubbed your sweaty palms on your leggings and shook your head. “What, uh, did my file say about me?” 

Dr. Richmond shrugged and leaned back in his seat, fixing his thin gold glasses on his face. “Those are words and opinions from other doctors. I’d rather hear what you have to say,” he said and leaned back in his seat.

He was so…disarming in a way that allowed you to release the ironclad control you held on to. You picked at your nails and focused on that, rather than his stormy eyes. “I think I’m broken. And I’m not entirely sure why I’m even entertaining this,” you said. 

“Why are you then?” He prompted.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Tired of feeling like a freak,” you said.

“A freak? Why would you use that term?” He asked. 

You snuck a glance at him. He no longer held the pen. He rested his hands against his stomach, clasped, and just looked at you. Even that was different from all your other therapists combined. 

“Because that’s what it feels like. Like I’m in a freak show. I–,” you stopped and licked your lips. But you were here now. May as well rip the bandaid off. “I can’t cum! And I know, it’s normal. I know plenty of people experience it. I know that women especially have a hard time doing it. But no matter what I fuckin’ try, I just can’t. I feel it coming, I know it’s coming, but then it sort of…goes away? And then I’m sitting there embarrassed that I can’t and when I’m with a partner, they pretend that it’s cool, but then I never hear from them again.” 

You clicked your teeth shut as you realized you were rambling. You picked at a stiff hangnail, tugged at it until it started to hurt. You continued flicking at it, egged on by your awkwardness. And realizing you were being awkward was only making it worse. So you picked. And picked, until the hangnail tore and hurt worse. 

“Why is it important that you cum?” He asked. 

“What?” You asked. You looked at him, expecting to see pity. Disgust. Curiousness. Dr. Richmond held none of those things. His face was a pillar of stoicism, balancing the perfect mix of professionalism and empathy. 

“Why is it so important to you? If you know that it’s normal and plenty of people experience it, shouldn’t the journey matter more than the destination?” He asked. 

Your mouth fell open on a silent gasp as you looked at him. Your mind emptied of every single possible answer to that question. It was important because…it was. Because you never got anything else right either. You were always a step behind, slow on the uptick, feeling like you were taking up too much space in the world even after shrinking yourself to the smallest possible point.

Not easy to do considering your size. You loved your body and wouldn’t trade it for the world, but it wasn’t exactly easy to hide. You were unassuming, sweet, kind, and a great friend. But beneath all of that, you wanted desperately to fit in. This was a basic human release. It was part of the big three things that humans needed. Food, safety, sex. And you could only achieve one of those things.

But how did you word that without sounding like a pathetic kook? You pulled at the hangnail, felt the burn as it ripped, and shrugged your shoulders. Might as well tell the truth. “Because I feel like a freak when I can’t. Like I waited too long. To have sex, to experience life, to explore what I’m into,” you said. 

“Do you think there are goal posts for life?” He asked. He may as well have been a statue for how often he moved. He retained his position, chair turned slightly towards you, as he looked at you like you were a puzzle. 

“Isn’t there? That’s why we call them milestones? Reach your 18th birthday, yay you’re an adult. Find the love of your life, yay you’re married. Pop out some kids, yay, you’re continuing the bloodline. I feel like now, at my age, I should know what one fuckin’ orgasm feels like,” you said. 

“How do you know you haven’t had one already?” He asked.

“I know my body. There’s nothing. There’s the build up, there’s the excitement, there’s everything leading up to it. But I never get over that peak. It just…goes away,” you said. 

Dr. Richmond nodded and turned his attention to the pad. He wrote down a few sentences and it was so quiet in his office, you could hear a clock ticking nearby. You also heard his pen scratch against the paper. He must be using some fancy, fountain pen. He looked the type. 

“What do you hope to achieve through therapy?” He asked. 

You shrugged. “If I knew, you wouldn’t be my tenth therapist,” you said with a heavy sigh. When you first thought about going to therapy, you thought it wasn’t truly for you. There was nothing that really bothered you outside of life’s stress. Everybody had that. 

But you ended up finding some that encouraged you to dig deep and find the woman within. The one comfortable in her skin. Encouraged you to explore your sexuality and think about it in depth. You crawled through so many forums, so many health websites, so many articles that you had a great idea of what ailed you. 

“There has to be a reason you keep trying,” he said. 

You leaned back into the sofa with a huff. “You definitely ask the easy questions. What happened to the intake and whatever?” You asked.

Dr. Richmond chuckled. He tapped his pen against your folder. “You’ve done plenty of that, don’t you think?” 

Your lips twisted with a smile. Okay, maybe you were starting to see why he was so highly recommended. He was comforting without being condescending. Soothing without being smarmy. He treated you like an adult and for the first time, you had a little beacon of hope. 

“I keep trying because I want it. I don’t have the words right now to describe why I want it. I want to know the hype. I want the relief. I want to know what post nut clarity feels like,” you said. 

Dr. Richmond chuckled and you chuckled with him. It sounded funny, but you were so serious. It was exhausting at this point. Pretending like you knew what the fuck you were talking about when others asked you. Your group chat blew up with your equally single friends who were less discerning about who they took to bed.

Every other night, there were stories about dick sizes, oral, and a whole treatise on the lack of finesse these guys had. You almost snorted thinking about your best friend, Brooklyn, and how she said that no wonder men were trapping women in marriages in the past. It was the only way they could get women to be with them. It certainly wasn’t because of their pornographic sexual prowess. 

“What’s been your journey with sex so far?” He asked. 

You took a deep breath and told him all about it. The way that you picked up a book one day with sex in it and never looked back. In a lot of ways, that book probably shaped how you viewed sex and your sexual kinks. Before long, you were searching for more and more books with the exact same tropes. A sexy, semi-asshole alpha male that was too big to be real. 7’8, long dick, and a short attitude. Typically bad boy types with tattoos and “touch her and die” vibes. The kind to only be soft with the female main character.

You could wax poetic about why it appealed to you. Blah blah blah, you had a terrible childhood where you felt invisible. It was all there in the file if he wanted to take a gander. 

“I know I’m submissive, that I want to be dominated in bed. But, whew, the game out here is ridiculous,” you said. “The men I wouldn’t mind submitting to are too damn weak to take control. The men I would never submit to act like I’m their pet already and can speak to me however they want.” 

“Do you think you’re being too picky?” He asked. 

You were startled into a laugh. “What gave me away, Dr. Richmond?” You asked.

Dr. Richmond chuckled. “I have a process, bear with me,” he said. That ain’t all you wanted to do. He was fine as hell. You mentally shook your head. No, you could not go there. Not at all. 

You continued to discuss how you led to certain conclusions. Yes, you were picky. But why shouldn’t you be? You weren’t seeking perfection. You just wanted something normal. Something healthy. Something toe curling, mind numbing, sickeningly disgusting and sweet. Was that too much to ask for? 

Dr. Richmond asked more questions and you relaxed fraction by fraction, getting right to the core of why you were seeking professional help. You told him about some of the partners you had. Some who were sweet and really tried. You had a long term boyfriend at one point who was attentive and caring. But he fell short of making you cum. 

He ate you out long enough to get you wet and going and then jumped straight to sex just so he could cum. You often lied about cumming until it got too exhausting to keep up with. He promptly got mad, hurt that you lied, and possibly embarrassed that he wasn’t God’s gift to sex. His loss. 

It was awkward at first to discuss such intimate details with Dr. Richmond but you often forgot he was even there. Until he asked you to expand on something you said or ask a clarifying question. Even the scratch of his pen faded into the background as you spoke about how you arrived in his office. 

Dr. Richmond finally finished and leaned back in his seat once more, squaring his broad shoulders against the high back of his chair. He crossed his leg and looked at you and you briefly wondered what he’d look like without the glasses. 

“We’re nearing the end of our session but I think I’m getting a clearer picture of why you’re here. After hearing from you and looking through your file, it seems like your perception of what sex really is has been skewed. Either through these books, these movies, or even porn. It’s perfectly okay to consider what you like in bed or what you prefer in a partner. But most people’s foray into their sexual journey starts with themselves. What’s your relationship like with your body?” 

“I love my body,” you said, immediately. Why wouldn’t you love your body? You were gorgeous. Sure, you struggled with your weight, but you didn’t want to be thin anyway. You just wanted to roll out of bed without being out of breath sometimes. Or cut your toenails without having to stop every few minutes for air. 

Dr. Richmond licked his lips and your eyes dropped immediately to it. He rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb and it drew your attention to his big hands. Too damn bad you hadn’t met him under better circumstances. You bet he could make you cum. Often.

“What else?” He asked. 

“What else is there?” You asked, clearing your throat, and drawing your attention away from how drop dead gorgeous he was. Your thoughts ran wild still, picturing him in all sorts of nasty scenarios. If nothing else, your imagination was always there to show you a good time. Your own perfect world where you experienced back to back orgasms. 

“What has your personal sexual journey encompassed besides you loving your body? Do you touch yourself?” He asked. 

You fought every urge you had to squeeze your thighs together. How the hell did this man end up in this profession? He missed his calling as a phone sex operator. Or an erotic audio content creator. Good lord, he could have people eating out of the palm of his hand if he so wished. Swimming in a tub full of money earned from hundreds of thousands of horny bitches who could cum to his voice alone. Lucky bitches.

You shrugged. “Of course I touch myself. I can’t cum that way either,” you said. 

Dr. Richmond chuckled. “This only works if you lower them walls you try so hard to hide behind,” he said.

You kissed your teeth and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. The hell did he know. So what if he had fancy doctor diplomas behind his chair. So what if he had a MD in this field. What the hell did he know?

After cursing him out two ways from Sunday in your mind, you deflated. “I know I’m not relaxed when I masterbate. I lock my door, I put on headphones, and I still feel like I’m…”

“Like you’re…?” Dr. Richmond prompted. 

“Being watched? Being judged? You can probably guess I grew up religious. It’s not like I had enough time or space to explore my body. My room was directly next to my parents’. If I so much as sighed too loud, my mom was banging on my wall telling me to fix my attitude,” you admitted. That had been oodles of fun. Growing up, you couldn’t even roll your eyes without someone telling you to fix your face. 

“What does relax you then?” He asked.

“When I find out, I’ll tell you,” you said.

Dr. Richmond smiled, showing off a dazzling, mega-watt movie star smile that made your knees weak. If you weren’t already sitting down, you’d fall flat on your face. 

“I believe I can help you, but you have to be willing to do the work. I need total, focused commitment from you. Do you think you can do that?” He asked.

“Yes,” you said instantly. There wasn’t even a question. You wanted this more than breathing, more than eating. And that was saying something because you would happily drive far and wide for a good meal. 

Dr. Richmond nodded. “Good. I’m giving you homework. I want you to spend the next week exploring your body. Nothing sexual. Spend time in your body and with your body. Touch yourself, but no masterbating. When you shower, acknowledge your body. When you lotion up, pay attention to every mole, every scar. This is the only body you’ll ever have so it’s time to think beyond simple body maintenance. Admire your body. I also want you to keep a journal. You won’t share it with me unless you want to, but this exercise is to get you in tune with your body. Rewire how you perceive sex and sexual completion. Does that sound doable?” 

You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment. He must not know the effect he had on those around him. He had to be completely clueless. Batshit fucking oblivious. The wreck he was having on your libido was absolutely insane. 

Joking aside, you were taking this seriously. In just one session, Dr. Richmond managed to give you a tiny spark of hope. That maybe you weren’t a lost cause. You immediately tempered your thoughts. Hope hurt. You’d been hopeful so many times in the past, with different therapists, who seemed like they had a plan to help you.

Only for them to diagnose some other problem. You had anxiety, duh. You had depression, shocker. You had a laundry list of diagnoses from doctors and therapists who just thought you were obsessed with sex. That was like saying the sky was blue. Who wasn’t obsessed with sex? Besides asexual people. 

“I’ll do it,” you said.

“Good,” he said. He went over your schedule, working out a time to see him once a week until you would eventually graduate to fewer sessions. That bummed you out. Not seeing his gorgeous face ever again? Could you fake another issue and continue seeing him? 

Dr. Richmond dismissed you and you left his office feeling a smidgen lighter than when you entered. Maybe this would actually work out. Maybe. 

Terry

Terry finished with his last client of the day and went over his notes, inputting his clearer thoughts into the patient portal on his laptop. When he ran across your file, he paused and opened it once more.

Your case fascinated him. He couldn’t stop pouring over your files, doctor’s notes, direct quotes. There had been plenty of therapists before him, all trying to help the beautiful woman who entered his office earlier in the afternoon. 

He wasn’t immune to his patients. Some were beautiful and charming and all tried to flirt their way into his bed. He never crossed that line. Never. Yet…when you discussed your story, the rawness of it captivated him. He held onto your every word like you were a theater production right before his eyes. 

He hardly took notes because he was so fascinated with the dichotomy of you. On the outside, you were a bit shy. Perhaps too self-aware which led you to shrink, hide who you really were. He got the sense that there was an entire universe wrapped up in your mind and he began asking deeper questions than he ever had on a first session. 

The hour had gone by too fast for his tastes. He wanted to hear more. Learn more. Know more. He hated to admit it, he even got semi-erect as you told your tale. He was understandably disgusted and it wasn’t the first time; occupational hazard. But it was the first time he’d ever cursed his medical degree. 

You were perfect. Absolutely perfect. When you admitted to being submissive, his dick even twitched. Ached. Why couldn’t he have met you somewhere else? Surely, fate hadn’t been so cruel as to put the perfect sub within reach and then ensure that he could never have you? Never touch you? 

Describing your previous lovers actually made his chest boil. You had been subjected to ignorant men who wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like you. And they had you believing that you were the problem. It was laughable. It was maddening. It was cruel. 

He frowned at your file. He had gone over it so many times in preparation for the session. He didn’t know what would walk through the door. A file this thick? He thought he’d have a sex-obsessed, delusional fiend on his hands that he’d have to contend with.

Your wish of cumming was almost cute. Terry sighed. He shouldn’t be thinking it was cute. If anything, he should be passing your case off to his colleague down the hall. Dr. Crawford was as capable as Terry was, their ideas often aligning in regards to treatment.

He preferred a holistic approach. Most problems could be resolved within a few months, once people began to shift their idea of sex and their role in it. 

“Everything is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.” That was one of his favorite quotes, said so many times that no one truly knew where it originated. 

It was a quote he often repeated to his patients at the right moment. When they were beginning to discover a part of themselves previously unexplored. He wondered how long it would take for your moment? That dawning realization. 

He was only sad he couldn’t see it in real time. That moment when you let yourself feel. Let yourself relax and sink into that subspace you so desperately needed. Terry grunted and closed your file. 

He was about to crack you open like an egg and watch a brand new woman emerge. He was about to hand you off to the first man who pretended to understand your needs. He took out his fresh notepad, every patient got one, and scribbled some more notes. He’d have to make sure you understood the difference between a real dom and a little boy playing dress up. 

His eyes scanned across his earlier notes, little things he jotted down while you spoke. Areas you skipped over, areas you expanded on. They were only a sentence or two long, something to kickstart his memory. Because at the time, his eyes were focused on you. On your face, your voice, your mannerisms. 

It was both a curse and a blessing to notice so much. See so much. Understand so much. But it worked when necessary. You deflected about your sexual partners, retreated when he tried to push further about how you reached these conclusions. What methods you tried.

Usually, Terry did a whole song and dance to ease patients into talking about sex. Sex was taboo until it was time to have it. Now everything was awkward, unbalanced, and led to too many instances of abuse. 

But between your file and how skittish but determined you seemed, you didn’t need a song and dance. You needed someone to give you guideposts. You didn’t truly need therapists. You just needed a nudge in the right direction. A nudge to someone else.

Terry pursed his lips and looked at your name on the file. He had to be careful. If he wasn’t, you would end up being trouble in more ways than one. 

He finished up the last of his notes and then scanned through for anything he might have missed. He wrote down what your homework assignment was. He hadn’t truly known where that came from. 

Perhaps it was the look in your eyes. Perhaps it was the helpless, frantic twist to your mouth that had him going from zero to one hundred where you were concerned. But the more he described it, the lower your eyes went. The way your mouth slackened just a bit. As if you were caught in some picture in your mind that he couldn’t see. 

Terry leaned away from his desk and looked outside of his window. The tinted glass showed the sun in the distance, sinking lower towards the horizon. A bird flew, twisting and turning with the hot currents it found. 

He ought to do the right thing. There was no way to remain objective in this manner. Not when he was strangely drawn to you, drawn to your file, and drawn to the unique challenge it presented. 

You could very well end up a case study in some medical textbook or journal, name changed, but the presentation exactly the same. He didn’t relish the thought of being the one to put you there. But your case could end up helping someone else. It was the way the world worked.

He only hoped that he had enough self-restraint to walk away if he found himself compromised. If he couldn’t reign in his personal tastes and habits to help you. If he found himself looking at your lips as you spoke, your smile as you made self-deprecating jokes, or the shy way you licked your lips. 

“Shit.” He took his phone out of his bag and hit up his on again, off again submissive play partner, Tasia. Perhaps it’d been too long since he took care of his own needs. Perhaps what he needed was to release the pent up tension he carried around all the time. 

How long had it been? He didn’t know. But even as he set up the details with Tasia, he couldn’t help wondering if you were following his directions to the letter.

I said don't judge me! LOL. Thank you for reading, truly.

The Secret Terry Richmond Files

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I may not have much business experience but I don’t think this is good news no matter how hard AAs try to spin it.

Based on what the ex-master brewer said after a bunch of people were let go over the holidays, that only Gino and one other taproom employee were left. Now with the taproom closed, guess it’s just Gino managing everything with the contract brewing relationship, distribution, sales and marketing.

Seems like the taproom closing is just a first step before FBBC quietly disappears from the marketplace.

Unless the AAs are right and this IS a good thing for FBBC because they outgrew the facility and outsourcing its brewing operations made it a more efficient business.

What is your opinion?

Link. Link. *rub forehead* AAs clearly never had lemonade stands when they were kids.

We used to joke that AAs don't have jobs because the message board threads' timestamps showed they were always online from mornign to night.

Uh huh, FBBC's DS location is temporarily closing down. That's like saying you're temporarily burning down a building. No the building is on fire you donut hole.

Anybody remember when the Ackles were supposed to open a second location in South Austin (X) six years ago? That didn't appear to happen and now they're supposedly looking for 2nd taproom location. Back then I said the Ackles may go the contract brewing route because it cost much less to rent out another brewer’s facility and brew the beer themselves with the FBBC recipes.  But the Ackles end up doing the contract brewing when they stopped brewing at Dripping Springs, laid off employees, closed for 3 days of the week because it cost more to stay open, while most breweries in DP are are open 6 or 7 days a week.

That's not expansion, that's contraction. In other words, they're downsizing because FBBC is struggling because they don't have enough cash flow.

Remember kids, in business, cash flow is king and more important than your mother. Because you can run a non-profitable company indefinitely with positive cash flow. But without cash flow, a profitable company will quickly run into the ground. 

Part of me thinks the search for the 2nd taproom is give Gino something to do as a glorified bartender.

[worstdisastermaster]

Yall don't understand

That was the most dramatic dog walk I think I've ever had

So. Weirdly my dog hadn't wanted to go out at all, so I was thinking about that and trying to get The Vibes Right to get into the mood to write another chapter, so I was rather absorbed into my internal dialogue, right?

Then a strange sound splits the cacophony of the evening.

It was short, so it barely registered before it stopped, but it was like a squeak or a squeal of something that had died, or yapping of some strange animal that didn't belong, or even a bird.

While I was trying to figure out what it was, as the insects resumed their song, and I defended myself from thrice-cursed mosquitoes, I heard another foreign sound.

I turn to look, and I see the underbrush shaking, like something was *coming through*.

Before I can react, a small rabbit TORE out of the underbrush, and ran *at me*- then continued past me, *RIGHT AT MY DOG*, and *barely* darts into the thick brush where not even my dog can follow.

My dog had barely missed, her mouth snapping shut quite audibly, and I was mildly amused, imagining how she must be cursing everything- possibly with a tuft of rabbit-fur in her mouth, considering how close she was to catching a midnight snack.

The supposedly uneccesary anticipation lead to me making distracting jokes, alright?

But it hadn't even reached a full second since the bunny had streaked through before I realized:

Where prey flees,

PREDATORS CHASE.

So I whipped around, heart pounding, wondering if I should just start running with my dog or if I needed to scoop her up first, if I'd have TIME-

And locked eyes on a quite young black and white cat, that stared directly at me before whirling around and disappearing back into the faux wilderness.

Now, I recognized the cat- I'd spotted it before, had staring contests with it before, and each time it had fled- I've never gotten *close* to petting it, unfortunately. It is far too elusive- unlike my neighbors cat, which I temporarily and accidentally stole. (Long story.)

That was the first time I'd ever seen it so out in the open.

Once more, the sounds of the night picked back up, leaving the silence ringing only in my ears- I hadn't even realized it had grown silent.

It was funny watching my dog slowly put together what had happened with her nose, but my mind was still on the strange encounter with the feline- it was fierce, graceful, untamed and vibrant in its youth. It was poised elegantly, with the lethal kind of grace of a panther much larger and more threatening than the kitten, and had looked down upon me defiantly. There was hardly a need for words or any other audible communication.

For a brief, hushed moment, I caught a glimpse of a wild thing, and I was in awe.

The next, the crest of the hill was bare, the wraith of the night long dissapeard, and I had nothing left but a short moment that had stretched out unconsciously- but it truly was short, so that it left me doubting what I had seen-

Were it not for the pounding of my heart, and the scouring of my dog for a sniff of what I had seen.

[brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics]

This was based on @mysteryhat21art's art up above! And I wound up having waaaay too much fun with this one.

Desynced

When Danny Fenton showed his friends just what his parents did as a job, no one was prepared for what would happen. He thought he was just showing them a secret about the world. Instead they all wound up falling deep into something they couldn't have imagined. Magic is real, and so are monsters.

CW: Gore and Body Horror

There wasn’t much light down here. The only source of lumination came from up above the stairs beaming down into the dark room. The beam of light only gave a narrow glimpse into the room, leaving more questions than answers. Desks and bookshelves were spread out all across the room, each of them were totally covered in books and tomes that left very little room for the papers that were crammed between them. Footsteps echoed as bodies cast long shadows that grew shorter as their owners creeped down the stairs. Once they reached the bottom, a voice called out, “I told you guys, there’s not much down here.”

A light switch was flipped, turning on several fluorescent lights and revealing everything. It also temporarily blinded two of the people down there. “Danny, dude! A little warning!”

Danny rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry, Tucker,” he said meekly.

Their other companion reached over and smacked him on the arm. “I deserve an apology too!” she half-shouted. “I was just fine with the light off.”

“Sorry, Sam,” Danny said, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure you were able to get a good look at the nothing down here with no lights on.”

Sam scoffed and stepped around Danny. “I wouldn’t call this nothing. This is all really cool. How old are some of these books?”

“Old, like…. really old,” Danny said, shrugging. “Like, some of the books are supposedly in English, but I can’t understand them at all.”

“There’s no way. Your parents have books in Old English in here?” Sam said, just shy of running over to the bookshelves. “And they’re all about ghosts and spirits?”

“I mean… in theory?” Danny said, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s not like I understand them.”

Tucker ruffled Danny’s hair as he passed by before his hand ran down to Danny’s face and he pushed him back towards the stairs. "Dude, this lab is like… I dunno, some kind of modern wizard's tower, like from DOOMED. It is pretty cool."

Danny hummed as he looked over the lab. "I mean… Huh, I guess that's actually pretty accurate…" Tucker turned to look back at Danny with a raised eyebrow as Danny continued, "That is kinda cool."

Sam gently pulled a book from a shelf. "This is all so cool, it's too bad it's not real." Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. But the air was still down here. Her voice carried over the lab clearly.

Danny looked at her strangely. "But it is?" His two friends turned toward him with skeptical looks, but Danny continued confidently. "Like, I don't know about all of it, but there's definitely something to what they've been researching."

Sam hummed. "Well, I mean, we do know that a little bit. Silver is a natural antimicrobial which is why it got its reputation." She turned to face Danny, keeping the book close to her chest.

Danny waved his hand around the air, the motion disturbing the dust on the nearby shelves. "No, no, I mean, they've got something strange." Sam raised her eyebrows again, and Danny turned toward Tucker. "Like, dude, you know my parents are inventors right? They have something like 200 patents?"

Tucker's brow furrowed as his lips pursed. "Well, yeah, I know that part."

Danny held his arms out, indicating the entirety of the room. "Where do you think they get their ideas?"

The room was silent at his declaration. Slowly, his hands dropped to his side as he took in the astonished and incredulous faces of his friends.

Then Tucker uttered, "What the fuck? Are you messing with us?"

Danny folded his arms and scoffed looking away. "No, I'm serious. They have a whole system. They try spells and whatnot, then once they figure out how to do it arcanely, they try to replicate it with science." Danny shrugged as he walked over to one of the desks. He shuffled the papers around before finding a small silver device. He held it out and an image of a bed sheet ghost floated above it. "They say magic is frustrating and inaccurate, science is understandable and repeatable."

"Okay, so they made a cool hologram," Tucker said, taking the device out of Danny's hands. He pointed it at Danny, making the ghost hover in front of his face. "I still don't believe in magic." Tucker fiddled with the device. "This is pretty cool though, I don't see how it's supposed to be charged but-"

Sam reached over and pulled on Tucker's sleeve. "Tucker…" she whispered.

"Hm?" Tucker tore his attention away from the device to look up at Sam. He followed her gaze back toward Danny, who was looking quite smug as he held a candle up. The candle appeared to be unlit, but that was because the flame was floating an inch above the wick in the shape of a bedsheet ghost.

The device clattered to the floor.

Sam was the one who recovered first. "You're telling me, magic is real?"

Danny blew out the candle and put it back on the desk. "I mean, some of it. Certainly not much, but there's some that is. That's what my parents spend their time trying to find out." He shoved the papers to one side of the desk and then sat down on it. He put his elbows on his knees, before leaning forward. "I don't think there's anything out there that lets you… I dunno? Shoot a fireball? Walk through walls? Disappear? Fly? Yeah, there's probably nothing like that - actually wait, I think my parents have a patent for a hovercraft, so… maybe?"

"Holy shit…" Sam laughed at the same time as Tucker. "Do you think they'd take me as an intern? I hate capitalism, but I might be willing to compromise for learning actual magic." She looked about the room in wonder before turning toward a part of the room. "What's that?" she asked as she walked over.

"Oh, that. It's their pride and joy project," Danny said, walking over to stand by Sam. "It's… I'm honestly not sure? Like, they did tell me about it, but you know what scrying is? Where you look into a crystal ball and then you can see far away? I think it's like that." Danny shrugged and continued on to stand by the project.

It was like a cavernous maw gaping out of the wall. Several large bolts of metal larger than a man's torso were stamped into the wall almost like they were holding it open. Its diameter was taller than Danny by more than half of him. His whole person was swallowed up compared to it. He patted the edges of the opening, the sound of his flesh hitting metal echoed in the room. "They've been trying to get this work for like… twenty years? I think?"

Sam walked over, but kept a distance between herself and the gaping hole in the wall. "So this is like the ultimate spying device?" she asked, apprehensive. Her lips were pulled into an expression of clear distaste, but there was also a shine of curiosity in her eyes.

Danny rubbed the back of his head. "I… actually don't think so? They start talking a LOT about quantum mechanics and the many worlds theory." Danny looked her in the eyes. "I think it's meant to see other dimensions."

Tucker took a step forward. "Dude… look, okay, I understand what you're saying, magic is real and all, but you're telling me other dimensions are too?"

Danny rubbed the back of his head. "Ugh… yeah? Sorry, I know it's a lot to take in. There's a reason why I haven't brought you guys down here before."

Tucker held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "I mean, I'm gonna need a lot more proof before I start believing in magic, but I'm not dismissing you out right." His hands dropped to his side and he chuckled. "I know you're a terrible liar, and you've always been cagey about what your parents do as a job."

Danny sighed. "I know, I know. Honestly… I'd never have taken you guys down here if you guys weren't being so insistent on it."

Sam laughed and squeezed the book tightly to her chest. "I mean, now I'm just mad I didn't do this sooner. This is so cool?" She hummed looking at Danny and then back up to the top of the gaping maw. "Just how big is this thing anyways?"

Danny took a step deeper into the opening. "Well, if it helps, it's not that deep. They're using some paint to make the back solid black. See?" he said, slamming his hand against the wall.

Clack.

"Ow!" Danny gasped. A metal plate out of place scraped against more metal as he accidentally slammed it into place. He pulled his hand away, some blood dripping down from the metal that had pinched the palm of his hand. "Jeez, am I bleeding?”

The air in the room suddenly began to change. Not only was it no longer still, but there was a tinge of something in it. Tucker thought it vaguely smelled of ozone, and Sam believed it was something like incense. Then the edges of the portal began to glow, casting Danny in a strange ethereal light. It seemed like the rest of the room grew darker as the area around Danny grew brighter with a greenish tinge washing over him.

"What the-?" Danny started, just before all his senses were overwhelmed with pain. He was only able to scream for about a second, before he knew no more.

Sam walked across the hallway of her school. She reached up to touch Danny, but even before her hand got anywhere near him, he whirled on her. She jumped back, feeling like something passed through her. A chill sensation that tickled her flesh and left her feeling empty inside. Danny put a hand to his chest. "Sorry about that, you startled me."

Sam was mirroring his stance, trying to get her heart to calm down. "You startled me!"

Danny looked back and forth, as if they had any privacy in this god forsaken place. Seeing as people were nearby, but focused on their own endeavors, he just spoke quietly. "Ever since… ya know… It's like…" He frowned and chewed on his lip. He looked back and forth again, then spoke even lower. "I sometimes don't feel like I'm in my own skin. Like I'm just outside of it, looking over me." He looked her in the eyes and said, "That's why you startled me, I felt you touch me."

Sam wetted her lips and tore her eyes away from Danny's. It was hard to think when he focused so intently on her like that. His eyes had always been striking, but now it seemed like they were such an icy blue.

She squeezed her hands at the side. She didn't want to be thinking of that right now. Especially not after…

Sam chewed on her lip as she processed what he was saying. The device that Danny had inadvertently turned on was meant to see other dimensions, and she saw exactly what it had done to him. She met his eyes and matched his tone, "The multiple worlds thing?"

Danny pursed his lips and frowned. "Maybe," he muttered, though he sounded very unconvinced. The warning bell cut through their conversation like a sharp knife, and the two of them winced at the volume. Danny turned and reached for his lock, missing by a foot. He muttered a curse before throwing his hand the rest of the distance and quickly undoing it. He began to unload his backpack in the locker, but he dropped it far from the hook.

Danny growled, and Sam felt a shiver run up her spine. She shook it off as he got his backpack where it was supposed to be before turning towards her. "Sorry, that's part of what I've been talking about. It feels like I'm always just a bit behind me, or a bit in front of me."

"Have you told your parents?"

Danny shook his head. "Not yet, they've got so much on their plate right now."

"Danny, this sounds serious!"

"They can't turn the device off, Sam," Danny said, looking at her as they walked. "They've cut the power. There's no electricity running to it, but it's still spinning." Danny let out a breath. "They think this portal thing is self-sustaining. I'm not gonna interrupt them right now."

"Danny…"

"Sam, I really want that thing closed. It's… creepy." Danny huffed. "Like, the house is colder now. It's not really, like our heater is on, and the air itself is warm, but the walls? The floors? They all feel 10 degrees colder. And when I'm lying in bed? I think I can feel the house shaking a little."

Sam frowned. "If it's that bad, why are you guys still there?"

"Sam, it's been a couple months. We can't just live in a hotel while it takes them who knows how long to fix this." Danny sighed. "Jazz is trying to convince Mom and Dad that she should leave us with my aunt Alicia all the way out in the middle of nowhere Arkansas, but I've been telling them I don't want to miss school."

Sam grabbed Danny's elbow and turned him towards her. "But, why? Danny, you shouldn't be near that thing!" She tried not to hiss, she really did, but she was worried. That thing, it had-

"Because I want to be with you?" Danny stated. Sam felt her throat close up as she processed that statement. It felt like the world had stopped entirely. Then Danny continued, "And Tucker too, obviously."

Sam let out a small breath. That's what he had meant. She thought he had-

"Uh, Sam?" Danny said, looking down at her hand. "We need to get to class?"

Sam pulled her hand away like she had been shocked. "Oh, right, sorry." She ran her hand through her hair, pulling it behind her ear. "I'll see you at lunch?"

Danny waved as he walked backwards away from her. "See you at lunch!"

Waiting for lunch to come wasn't a simple task. Each class period seemed to go longer and longer, and Sam lost more and more of her ability to focus. By the last period before lunch, Sam's brain was already fried. She stared at the blackboard with unseeing eyes. Her mind was a good eighteen miles away, stuck in Danny's basement. Their teacher's voice was a constant drone that went in one ear and out another. It did nothing to hold Sam's attention and pull her into the present.

What did was when a paper was handed back to her. "Wha-?" She got out before realizing what was happening. Mechanically, she took the stack of papers and handed them to the student behind them. One she kept for herself and she looked at it. It was a project assignment, titled, "What can I do to make my community better?"

Sam let out a slow breath as she read the rubric. She was required to do a presentation by the end of this week, and there was an extra credit option if it was a good enough idea to share with all the faculty, and an additional extra credit if the school implemented the change.

She let out a breath. That, that was easy. She could do that. She could easily come up with several ideas off the top of her head. The fact that she knew what to do already eased the weight on her shoulders. It was like she could feel some dread slip off her like sludge. The relief, that she didn't even know she needed, made tears prickle in her eyes, and she had to close them to get her breathing under control, lest she start sobbing in the middle of class.

She could wait till she got into bed tonight.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Her teacher called something out, probably about the project, but Sam didn't care right now. She swept her hand across her desk, dumping the contents into her bag before jumping out of her desk and out the door.

It didn't take her long to power walk to her locker, but she hesitated before opening it. It took her much longer to open her locker when she kept stopping to look up to see if Danny was coming around the corner. But despite her hesitation, he didn't show up before she got her lock off. She grabbed a lunch box out of her locker before jogging over to the cafeteria. Maybe he had just gone straight to the cafeteria.

No such luck.

Sighing, Sam sat down at a table, and started unpacking her lunch box. She did so slowly, watching the entrances to see if Danny had come in yet. It was ten minutes into the next period that Danny eventually meandered in, Tucker following close by.

Sam waved at them, and Tucker waved back. Before pushing Danny in her direction. Sam frowned as she realized that Tucker wasn't just following Danny, but guiding him with gentle adjustments to his back.

"Is… everything okay?" she asked as they sat down.

Danny groaned and placed his head against the table. Sam felt her throat close up as he laid there, face down into the ground, like when he fell out of the portal. He turned his head to the side to look at her, and Sam let go of the breath she was holding. "You remember what I was talking about this morning? About like… being outside my skin?" Sam nodded while he continued, "Well, we had chemistry today, and we were handling glass."

Tucker reached over and rubbed the back of Danny's head. "Danny here dropped eight beakers before the teacher cut him off. Danny's gotta take it over again after school today." Tucker patted Danny a couple times before opening his own lunch.

It was ribs.

Tucker laughed and rubbed his hands together. "Oh, baby, I've been waiting for this."

Sam looked at the flesh in front of her for only a second, before she looked away. "Tucker…"

Tucker looked up. "What?" he asked, even as he reached for the body part.

"Can you… can you please not eat that?" Sam squeaked out, it felt like if she opened her mouth any further she'd vomit. Her stomach churned as she pictured the animal being led into the building, not knowing what was about to happen to it.

"Wha- WHY?" Tucker half-shouted, leaning back before leaning forward again. "Seriously, I've been waiting for this all this morning! My mom was making this in the stock pot yesterday, and this morning when I came back down into the kitchen I could still smell it all cooking-"

"I'm going vegan!" Sam shouted, interrupting him. "I'm… I'm going vegan," she said, this time much quieter. "And… it's bothering me right now. I'm sorry."

Tucker rolled his eyes. "Is this another social justice thing?" he said, carefully wrapping his food up. "Alright, alright. I don't mind taking this somewhere more… intimate."

"Gross, Tucker." Danny said, though his shoulders were shaking with concealed laughter.

"You're just jealous," Tucker said, picking up his food. "I'll be back in five minutes. But if I'm not, don't open the door if my beret's still on the door handle."

"We get it, Tucker, you love your food," Danny said, rolling his eyes. Danny sat up as Tucker left. He opened his lunchbox and grimaced. "Uh… Sam? I got a ham and cheese, you want me to-"

"No," Sam said, shaking her head emphatically. Danny raised an eyebrow at that, before glancing at Tucker's retreating back. Sam swallowed before turning and facing him. "Danny… you fell out of that thing, and you weren't breathing. I can deal with a ham and cheese sandwich but not…"

"Tucker and his meat eating?"

"Right."

"Completely understood." Danny pulled out an apple. Sam was thankful as he took a bite of it, even if he did continue to talk with his mouth full. "He's… uh… he's intense with his meat eating."

Sam looked down at her lunch. "Don't I know it." And she slowly began to pick at it. She tried to focus on the meal, what she was eating, but it all tasted like ash in her mouth. So instead she tried to focus on tasks, what she needed to do. When something popped into her mind.

This vegan thing wasn't because of a social justice issue, it was all just an excuse. But, that didn't mean there weren't benefits. Benefits she already could list.

Solving the question of her homework once again gave her that feeling of sludge leaving her body, and she closed her eyes to keep herself from crying again.

She could wait till she got into bed tonight.

LETS GO ITS ECTOIMPLOSION TIME! Super excited to participate in another DP event and BOY DID I MAKE SOME ART. This is just the first of many that I'll be posting along with my partner in gore crime @brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics who wrote an amazing companion fic that inspired about 75% of the extra art I wound up making. You'll want to check out his sick fic on FFN and AO3! And stay tuned for more gore coming up. Make sure to check out all the very cool artists and writers who participated be checking out the ectoimplosion tags there's something for everyone sprinkled in there.

[thefreakishmuffin]

Let’s examine the dynamic between Hunter and Emperor Belos

Whooooo boy I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this hyped up for an episode, and this episode was everything I wanted and more! But for right now I’m going to analyze our boy Hunter. I’ll be taking a look at his character and his interactions with the Emperor, and I’ll do the same for him and Luz in another post.

When the episode opens we have Emperor Belos having a meeting with the leaders of the other covens discussing the upcoming Day of Unity. And we see Hunter (aka the Golden Guard) standing by his side. But when the Emperor starts feeling ill, Hunter shows concern and aids in taking him to a separate room. Once alone in the room, the Emperor keels over seemingly in agony and we see a silhouette of a monster take his place momentarily. While watching the Emperor temporarily transform, Hunter turns away for a moment.

It appears this is something he’s seen before, but it’s either too painful or disturbing for him to watch. The Emperor then takes Hunter’s staff and breaks his palisman, taking in its essence to temporarily restore his health. And it’s here that we learn a very interesting and crucial bit of information. 

Emperor Belos is Hunter’s uncle. The two of them are family. And when Hunter mentions perhaps using a form of Wild Magic to heal his uncle’s curse/affliction, Belos then goes on to state that the rest of their family is gone because of Wild Magic, and that it’s just them now. And Hunter is silenced with simply a look from Belos. The Emperor didn’t have to say anything or yell at him to get him to stop. All he had to do was look at him and Hunter knew immediately to shut his mouth. 

And later at the end of this episode when he kneels before Emperor Belos after failing his mission to get him more palismans, he looks both ashamed and defeated. He tries to speak up and explain to Belos that if only he would tell Hunter more about his curse/affliction, he could possibly find a way to help him. But before he can finish, the Emperor sends a sharp spike hurtling right by his head. Scared, Hunter flinches and closes his eyes, saying, “I’m sorry, I spoke out of turn.” The Emperor goes on to insult the boy and sends him away.

Okay, first and foremost, I think its safe to say this relationship is extremely toxic. This relationship functions very much on abuse and manipulation, with Hunter being threatened into submission by Belos whenever he ‘goes out of line’, so to speak. But because these two are family, and supposedly the last two remaining members of their family at that, this goes deeper. Much, much deeper. 

We see that Hunter, as a matter of fact, genuinely cares for his uncle. He shows very real concern for him when he’s feeling ill at the meeting with the other Coven leaders, and takes it upon himself to assist in escorting him away. He goes on to try and recommend alternate treatments for his uncles condition, once even with an optimistic smile on his face, only to get shut down every time, either with a harsh look or physical threat. And I’m willing to bet that scar on his face and his nicked ear is most likely from Belos himself. We even see in the beginning of the episode as he stares him down and puts his hand on his shoulder, gripping him so tightly ooze starts to drip from his fingers (I’m not saying that’s Hunters blood, but it does go to show how firm the Emperors grip is).

But why does he care about him? Why does he stick around Emperor Belos despite all the abuse? Like I said before, these two are supposedly the last two remaining members of their family. And because of this, I’m thinking Hunter feels obligated to stay and help his uncle with his goals. He has nowhere else to go. No other real friends of allies out there in the world to turn to. I believe that deep down in the pit of his soul, Hunter wants to leave. He wants to be free from his uncle and everything associated with him. But he doesn’t leave because he’s terrified of the consequences of doing so. If getting nicked in the ear, being physically scarred, or getting mentally/emotionally abused is what he goes through whenever he displeases the Emperor, can you imagine how much more horrible the punishment would be if he actually attempted to leave? I don’t even want to think about it.

However, through it all, he stays. He stays because either he firmly believes, or Belos has told him, that they only have each other left. That Emperor Belos is all he has left. Belos has appeared to attempt to show care and concern for Hunter, but it’s all part of him trying to get what he wants. He puts his hand on his shoulder and tells him in an almost gentle voice, “Be careful,” when Hunter mentions Wild Magic. He goes on to say, “Our family is gone because of Wild Magic, I can’t let the same to happen to you.”

He’s using emotional manipulation on him. And this isn’t the only time in this episode he does this. Later at the end when we see Hunter kneeling before him, Belos says, “You’ve come back to me empty-handed. Is this the thanks I get for taking you in?” To which Hunter seems to panic and quickly responds, “No.”

And just a few seconds later when the Emperor suffers a pain in his chest, he states, “These outbursts are painful, and so is watching you fail.” 

Emperor Belos uses guilt tactics on him, essentially telling Hunter that by failing him, he is causing him just as much pain as his curse/affliction does, which, from what we can tell, is extremely excruciating. And when he asks Hunter if failing is the thanks he gets for taking him in, this can easily be translated as, “You should feel grateful to me. I took you in, and failing me is such an ungrateful thing for you to do. I gave you everything, so you owe me everything, and I won’t let you forget that.”

Hunter stays in the Emperors Coven out of genuine care and concern for his supposed last remaining family member, but also out of fear of said family member as well. Their dynamic is horrifyingly toxic and abusive, and I’m both scared and excited to see where it’s headed. I believe that eventually Hunter will leave his uncle and the Emperors Coven, but it will be a long and hard road to get there. 

[cayofdreams]

Down with the Monocracy

(Bratty!Fem!Reader x Bakugou)

Summary: Reader has had a FWB relationship with Bakugou for the past 4 months due to her monstrous sex drive. This relationship however, comes to a brisk end when reader seems to get a boyfriend. Frustrated at your now weird behavior towards him, he decides to get to the bottom of it...in his own way. 

Words: 7.5k

Rating: 🌊 Explicit, Smut

Warnings: cursing, bratty/stuck-up reader, implied cheating, heavy orgasm denial, fingering, dirty talking, spanking, degrading, slight breeding

Notes: Hello! This is the first fanfiction I’ve wrote in close to ten years. Its much longer than I intended for a first fanfic but I was desperate to get this out of my brain. I’ll probably chill out and do drabbles for a bit lol. Feel free to give me feedback as I’ve become more-so used to writing research and analysis papers, I wouldn’t be surprised if my fanfic writing is a bit wonky. Anyways, enjoy :-).

*H/N – Hero Name

 Harsh pants filled Bakugou’s dorm as the both of you tried to stay quiet.  Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were in the next room playing video games. You could occasionally hear them shouting at one another, a signal that one of them had lost or died in the game. Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Yaoyorozu were in the commons watching some sort of K-drama. You’d hear one of them let out surprised gasp or a giggle in reaction to whatever romantic scene transpired on the screen.

But these outside noises would leave your mind just as quickly as they’d come in due to the pleasure that was currently surging through your body. You were seated in Bakugou’s lap, faced towards his desk, grinding away at his cock trying to chase that pleasure to the maximum. Your hands clutching at the notebooks and flailed papers on his desk. A reminder that once again you guys could not study together for 10 minutes without needing to exhaust the filling sexual tension. Bakugou’s hands were grabbing at your hips, his grasp getting tighter as he got closer and closer to his climax.

“Oi…hurry up and cum..I have somewhere I need to-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as Bakugou suddenly thrusted upward into you. Immediately you clasped your hands against your mouth to stifle your moans. He smirked at your weak attempt of rushing him.

“Surely…you’re not rushing me.” He lifted you up by your hips so that only the tip of his cock was inside you, before slamming you back down. “When your insatiable pussy is the one who started this.”

You didn’t know if he was talking about your lewd relationship in general, or just today’s scandalous activities. You assumed the latter. Waiting until you could stifle you moan enough to make a sentence, you responded. “…wasn’t me. You kept-“. He slammed into you again. You paused as you held back a groan that so desperately wanted to escape from your throat before continuing. “Kept…feeling up my t-thighs.” You flattened your palms tighter against your mouth as Bakugou increased his pace.

“Hah? So a little graze against your thighs…” He began as he traced his fingernails up and down your thighs. “Gets you like this?” A chuckle escaping him as he watched you struggle to keep your voice down as his cock continued to roughly glide in and out of your trembling walls. You didn’t respond. If you opened your mouth now, there’s no doubt that your classmates would hear the voice that represented the erotic things Bakugou was doing to you in his dorm.

“If your highness wishes me to cum, you better fucking start putting in better work than what you’re doing right now.” Bakugou slapped your thigh as if he were slapping a horse to get them to go faster. You winced as you gripped at the edge of Bakugou’s desk to better stabilize yourself. As soon as you started riding him at a more fierce pace his hands slip up to cup your breasts under your bra. He pinched at your nipples, making you let out a lewd noise that had you worrying if your neighboring classmates heard it.

Bakugou noticed you shoot a glance toward his door, listening to see if you’d been found out, and sucked at his teeth. “You worried about those dumbasses hearing you?” He got up, still inside you, and pressed his hand on your back so that you’d be face down on the desk and ass up in the air. Jutting his hip toward yours, you grunted behind gritted teeth as he leaned over so his lips traced just over your ear. “Hearing what I’m doing to your pussy?” His fingers massaging into your scalp before gripping tightly into your hair. “Fuck those extras. Let them hear.” Moving the hand that was on your back toward yours that were still tightly pressed against your mouth. He pried them away from your face, bringing your arm back so that he could use it as a reign when he began to fuck you. He straightened back up to steady himself firmly on the ground.

“Wait- Baku-! Hnngh!” Bakugou started to rhythmically jam the entirety of his cock inside you. Laughing at you as you struggled to not add on to the lewd noises your sopping mess was making.

“Fuck! L/N!” A hard slap came down on your ass cheek. The pleasurable pain causing your slippery walls to quiver against Bakugou’s cock. Your free hand roaming around the surface of the desk, now crumbling up homework papers under your fingers. “You like this? You like almost being found out by those shitty extras? Fucking pervert. Why don’t you just scream like you want to? I know you’re about to fucking cum.”

Your lips curling in under your teeth, grunts becoming louder and louder as your orgasm approached. The growls of the man behind you adding on to your auditory pleasures, drowning out the yells and cheers of your neighboring classmates. But it was getting harder and harder to hold your voice back, and Bakugou seemed to not give any care as his thrusts got deeper and more forceful.

“Fucking scream, L/N. I want to hear it. Imagine those dumbasses’ faces when you walk out there. Knowing what lewd shit you were doing with me.” He let go of your arm and reached around to wildly circle your clit. “And you portray yourself as some kind of princess. Fucking bullshit.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. Even as your hand quickly went back to cover your mouth, it wouldn’t be able to hold back the suppressed groan you’d soon let out. “I said fucking-“ Before he could let out his demand the loud exclaims from the adjacent room poured into Bakugou’s. Another loss. Or win. Who gives a shit? All you knew is that those yells allowed you the opportunity to loudly moan Bakugou’s name to your heart’s desire as you finally reached your orgasm.

Bakugou would’ve called you out on cheating if the quivers of your orgasming walls wasn’t forcing him into his own intense wave of pleasure. “Oh shit…L/N…gonna cum. Fuck-“. He let out a couple more rough thrusts before spilling his seed inside the condom. You felt his cock pulsating, a weirdly pleasurable feeling as you were winding down from your own orgasm. Bakugou slipped out of you and slumped back in the chair and you soon followed, falling back into his lap.

Seeing that you were exhausted, he lifted up your leg so that he could reach down and slip off the used condom. Tying it in a single knot at the end and tossing it into the trash nearby. He let his hands softly feel up your thighs and squish your stomach, comforting you as you regained your breaths.

“You imbecile. We could’ve been found out, for real.” You said, pinching his thigh, too tired to hit him.

“Shut up. It doesn’t fucking matter.”

“It WILL matter if there’s ever a headline of us. ‘Upcoming pro-heroes, Ground Zero and H/N CAUGHT fornicating in the dormitories.’ You waved your hands in the air, mimicking a hysterical news reporter.

He chuckled into your back. “You fucking wish you could be in an obscene headline with me”. You sucked your teeth at him.

“Whatever.”

“Are you still going somewhere”

“Are you sane? Like I can move right after that.” You turned to look at him. “Make me some ramen. And don’t add a deadly amount of spice to it, either.” You got up and grabbed some tissues and started to wipe away the seeping wetness off your crotch and thighs.

“Like I’m making you shit! Make it yourself!” Bakugou got up and repositioned his shorts around his waist. Before he could grumble anymore, you placed a kiss on his cheek causing him to turn a deep shade of pink.

“You shouldn’t rebel. It just takes away from energy that’s better spent making that ramen.”

“Honestly, just shut up!” He turned away towards the door but you could still see the pink on the back of his ears.

You chuckled at the slam of the door, your smile widening as you heard him fumbling around in the kitchen.

But the time Bakugou returned with two hot bowls of ramen, you were knocked out asleep.

“…Fucking stuck-up vixen”

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You sat in the karaoke room with Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Jirou, making you the 5th wheel. But only temporarily, as your friends had supposedly invited a cute guy from a rival hero school to be your date for the evening. You loved being courted by attractive guys, you were a queen after all, so naturally you didn’t turn down the blind date. Though you must admit, since starting your friends-or rather, rivals-with-benefits relationship with Bakugou, you didn’t go out with guys much. You didn’t really see much of a need since your sexual appetite was being satisfied. Bonus points in that since it was no-strings-attached you didn’t have to frolic in romance, leaving you time and energy to concentrate on your hero studies.

“Are you excited, Y/N!? He texted me saying he’s on his way!” Mina was definitely more excited than you were, but you were waiting in anticipation none-the-less. Apparently Kaminari knew the guy, which worried you a bit since Kaminari was a dunce when it came to most things. But after Mina and Jirou reassured you the guy was definitely your type, you became more okay with date.

“Yeah, I suppose. Tardiness deducts points, though.” You playfully declared as the door to the karaoke room slowly opened.

“Aww…don’t be so strict with me, L/N. I’ll cry before I even properly meet you.” You heard a young man say as he entered the room. As soon as you looked at his face, you felt heat rise to your own. He was nothing less than exquisite. You’d never seen hair so soft-looking and flowy, skin so smooth and obviously baby-soft. A piercing pair of eyes that you were scared, or maybe hoped, could see straight through your clothing, into your soul.

“It’s okay if you cry. I like seeing cute boys cry.” You smiled with an obviously feigned innocence as you picked up your drink and sipped from it. He smiled seductively as he sat down right next to you, not leaving any space between your bodies.

“Seijirou!” Kaminari exclaimed, reaching over to fist pump your date. “Glad you could make it, dude!”

“Kaminari, long time no see. We need to have another jam session before we graduate.” The boy named Seijirou cooly stated, returning the fist bump. “Of course with L/N now joining us in the studio” He returned his gaze toward you. “I’m sure her alluring beauty and energy will inspire me with some great melodies”.

God, his coy smile could lead you straight into hell. How hadn’t you met him yet? You almost wanted to curse Kaminari for not introducing this stunningly attractive man to you before.

“Kyaa!! What a natural romantic!!” Mina shouted slapping her hand excitedly on Kirishima’s thigh. “Right, Eiji?!”

“Haha, yeah, babe.” Kirishima replied, taking Mina’s hand in his own to keep her from bruising his thigh.

Jirou reached over to grab the tablet that connected to the karaoke room’s TV screen. “Okay, guys lets get down to jamming.”

“Yeah!” Kaminari wrapped his arm around Jirou, pulling her into his chest as she picked the first song.

“I sure hope your voice is to the same standards as your face, Seiji.” You seductively challenged, looking him right in the eyes.

“I hope so too, I need to earn those points back.” Seijirou replied, his finger tracing slowly on your hand. You chuckled, holding his hand in yours now.

Jackpot, baby

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After a long and tiring session of belching out everything from cute idol songs, to screaming death metal, it was time to head back home. Everyone was laughing and joking with each other as you all walked back. Everyone was also hand-in-hand with their respective partners, including you and Seijirou’s. In fact your hands had never left each other’s grasps since they first joined at the beginning of the karaoke session. You and Seijirou walked a few steps behind everyone, wanting to mimic any kind of privacy in order to soak in each other’s presence. Kirishima looked behind and noticed this, squeezing Mina’s hand to alert her as well. She grinned ear to ear at the lovely display of romance unfolding.

“Hey, F/N! Are you going home or….will you be continuing your date in private?” Mina winked at you, not at all trying to be discreet about her intentions.

“Oh. I guess I didn’t even think about it”. A total lie. You’d been strategizing how you’d cleverly get into bed with Seijirou since you first heard his pretty voice sing.  You wanted to know how he’d moan. How he’d make you moan. If he’d be better than Bakugou.

Woah, how did he cross your mind? You hadn’t even thought about him all night until the potential for good sex crossed your path. But thoughts of him dissipated with the sultry voice of Seijirou.

“I surely don’t mind the extra company. I’ve been dying to share my tea recipe with a worthy guest.” He squeezed your hand. “It’s a special recipe. Made especially for when my throat is sore from an awesome jam session..or when…” He looked directly at you. “When anyone’s throat is sore from using it…extensively.”

Your panties were drenched at this point. Not that they weren’t a bit damp the entire evening. You needed this mysteriously seductive man’s cock inside you. Now.

“Sounds like some delectable tea.” You bit your lip. Seijirou chuckled at you.

“Shame I didn’t bring my car, I’d hate to make you walk all the way back to my place”.

He has a car, too?!

You could throw your panties at him this very moment.

“I don’t mind walking with you, Seijirou.” You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand back.

Catching the mood, the group separated from the two of you, but not without the cheers of Mina encouraging you.

Of course, the two of you didn’t make it to his place. It’d take too long. You needed each other now. So you opted for the love hotel that was only a couple blocks away. As soon as you and Seijirou stepped into the erotically designed room, you jumped on him. He caught you, and you wrapped your leg around his waist. You drowned in each other’s kisses, wanting desperately to become one with each other. You for one, could not wait to see how Seijirou could maneuver his away around your body like he did with your mind.

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Tapping your pen away on the notebook in front of you, you struggled to digest the information in the textbook. Not even knowing what to highlight anymore, words became more jumbled and muddled as you tried to continue reading. You couldn’t concentrate at all.

Sighing in annoyance, you got up from the common room’s table and went to make something hot to drink in the kitchen. Everyone was most likely asleep by now, but since you couldn’t seem to do so you decided to force yourself into exhaustion with some late-night studying. But unfortunately, despite feeling wide awake, it didn’t seem to help you focus any better in regards to studying. You were never a “studier” anyways.

As you waited for the hot water to boil, you scrolled through phone trying to find an entertaining distraction, settling for the digital magazine of your favorite fashion designer. You didn’t even notice Bakugou stroll into the kitchen

“Oi.”

So startled you almost dropped your phone, you turned around to see the owner of that voice.

“Fucking, hell, Bakugou. You scared the shit out of me.” Clutching at your chest, you tried to ease down the erratic beating of your heart. He always found a way to get an expletive out of you. Bakugou slightly pushed you against the counter to  get a better view of your backside.

“Nah, you’re good” Smirking, he went to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water as you rolled your eyes at him. “What are you even doing up anyways? Taking some dumbass selfies?”

“Well, if you’re so interested in the affairs of L/N F/N, I’ll have you know that I was actually studying, like the non­-dumbass that I am”.

“Sounds like something a dumbass would say.” Taking a swig from the water bottle, Bakugou took a glance at your side profile, also noticing how revealing your pajamas were. Your pajama shorts were barely covering your plump ass, and the flesh of your thighs slightly spilled over the tightness of your thigh high socks. What the hell were you doing walking around the common area like that? Surely you were waiting for him.

He took a last sip of his water and pinched at your upper thigh.

“Gyah! Bakugou, what the hell?” Your annoyed face being 110% worth the cute noise he was able to force out of you.

“Why are you studying out here? You know you could’ve asked me for help.”. His fingertips still lingering over your thigh, faintly tracing over your skin. You sucked your teeth and lightly pushed his hand away.

“No, I couldn’t’ have.” Your phone buzzed at seemingly the right time; before temptation would get the best of you. You smiled at the recent text message you received, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou.

Raising an eyebrow, he watched you with suspicion before he made another attempt. This time, he made a squeeze at the squish of your waist. “Oh yeah? And why is that?” You grabbed at his wrist in protest but it only made him dig his fingertips deeper into your flesh. “I know you have needs, Y/N. You haven’t met up with me in the past few days, either.”

The fluster showing on your face didn’t help your denying, but you still tried to step away from him; a fail. He completely closed the distance between you and leaned down toward your ear.

“…Baku-“

“It must be so hard to contain it right now. Those slutty impulses of yours.” He grinned at the way you bit your lip trying to fight off the urges his voice was erupting in you. He knew his effect on you. “So how about you just accept the favor I’m so greatly offering to you and drop those soaked panties and bend over the counter so I can ram this cock into you like-

“I’m seeing someone!” You exclaimed, possible a bit too loud. Bakugou glanced at you as if trying to see if you were really telling the truth or not. You met his gaze with a stern expression. “I’m seeing someone.”

Slowly Bakugou let go of his grasp on you and stepped back. “You fuckin��� serious?”

Slowly nodding your head yes, you straightened back up to continue fixing your drink.

“What fucking psychopath would want to date you? Are you sure he’s real?”.

“I know this may come as a shock to you.” A sly grin appeared on your face. “That I could humble myself enough to share my precious time and energy with someone-“

“Oh, just shut up, already.” Bakugou sat his water bottle down on the counter, looking at it as if thinking deeply about something. There was a momentary silence before you broke it.

“Are you mad?”

Bakugou scoffed at you. “And just what exactly is there for me to be mad about?”

“Well this commences the end of our relationship. You’re no longer a concubine. Perhaps you’re wondering what more to life there is? Oh, maybe depressed is the word I was looking for.” You put your hand to your chin, feigning concern.

“As much as I’d love to shut you up right now with a cock down your throat, I’m quite happy this is over.” He moved to put his water bottle in the refrigerator. “I can finally put my stamina towards training instead of wasting it on that monstrous sex drive you have.”

“And with that, the counsel dismisses you.” You smugly took a sip from your drink.

“Oh, shut up. I’m going back to bed before I commit regicide.” Bakugou put his water bottle back in the fridge and walked past you towards the hallway. “Good luck on your ‘studying’, your highness”.

When Bakugou was long out of your sight, you heaved out a long sigh.

“…Fuck.”

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A couple weeks had went by and honestly Bakugou was beyond frustrated. He didn’t really think you had it in you to avoid his presence for so long. You usually couldn’t go 2 days without coming at him with some kind of ‘You agreed to be my concubine…so fucking perform!’ bullshit. With his pride, he’d pummel someone like you into the dirt. But immediately after saying something like that you’d palm against his growing hardness before lowering your head to his crotch. And you’d  adorn the most lustful gaze. A gaze that told him that he was the only one who could satisfy you.

‘You’re supposed to be pleasing me, but I guess queens have duties too…’

Honestly you were such a fucking brat. Acting all high and mighty and then becoming a filthy wench only moments after having a cock shoved up you. But he lived for it. The challenge of getting you to finally submit to him during sex would drive him crazy. That blissful face of pleasure. Those lips that would call out for him to go faster.

Maybe he’d be willing to let you go if you weren’t being so goddamn strange around him now. Not only were you being more distant around him, whenever he so much as brushed up against you your face rose with obvious arousal. Your lips would slightly part as if you’re about to let out a moan- but then you’d scold him for being so close to you.

‘Can’t you back up? I can barely hear my own thoughts with your vulgar presence around me’

That sort of thing would happen multiple times and especially during training sessions with him. Whenever you were opponents and Bakugou had successfully won and had you pinned to the ground, you looked as if you were on the verge of orgasming. And then as soon as Aizawa blew the whistle to end the round, you’d quickly run away with an annoyed look.

One time he had approached you, asking what the fuck your deal was, but you quickly dismissed him.

‘Maybe I’m just so pleased with my boyfriend that I literally can’t go a minute without thinking of him. I can’t help that you’ve never made a girl feel that way.’

Bullshit.

Were you teasing him? Did you even have a boyfriend? If you did, why did you have a face that seemed as if you hadn’t been fucked properly in years? If this boyfriend of yours was so bad at sex, wouldn’t you have dumped him? Before the start of this rivals-with-benefits agreement you’d told him of the time you kicked a guy out in the middle of fucking because he had “no idea how to fuck his royals”.  

He’d really think your boyfriend was fake if it wasn’t for the fact that one time while sitting beside you, he saw you receive a message from someone with a heart by the name. And then you’d smile to yourself before pocketing your phone.

Fuck. Maybe this guy really was that good.

No.

Impossible.

No one could please you the way he did. He knew it. It was an irrefutable fact. He’d get down to the bottom of this. He’d make you realize who you really belonged to.

Bakugou grumbled at the unfinished homework on his desk. He couldn’t concentrate due to your stupid antics. He pulled out his phone to send you a text.

“What are you doing?”

Five minutes had gone by and he was already starting to regret his act of impulsivity. You usually took a while to respond but for some reason this time it was really irking him. He got lost in senses of regret before he heard his phone vibrate.

“Getting ready for my date.”

He scoffed at your reply.

“Oh, with that fake boyfriend of yours, huh?”

A couple minutes went by before Bakugou received another reply. This time it was an image. Opening it, It was a selfie of you in what he assumed was your date outfit. You always dressed exquisitely outside your school uniform and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate your sense of style. But right now, that appreciation was manifesting into lust.

Fuck, you didn’t have that big of breasts but why were they looking so plump, now? The dress you were wearing teased your collarbones and Bakugou might as well had been drooling at this point. Not replying after a couple minutes, stunned by your posh appearance, his phone vibrated again.

“I don’t get dressed up like this for any commoner. Now why are you disturbing me?”

He wanted to reply with a “Fuck you. Nothing, dumbass”, but he held back.

“I want my fucking manga back.”

A silly demand, he knew. But it was the only thing he could think of to get you back within his grips. Hopefully you weren’t too suspicious as it had been a few weeks since you borrowed his manga to read.

“Ugh…I suppose I can take time out of my meaningful getting-ready time to drop off your little comic. I’ll be there in 20.”

A smirk shaped the lips of Bakugou’s before he brisked his way to the shower in preparation for his plans.

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Bakugou had finished putting on his clothes and was now tidying up his room in waiting for a knock at the door. But you were always so rude so instead he was alerted by the sudden swinging open of his door. Before he could yell at you he became entranced by your appearance.

The dress you were wearing hugged you in all the right places and came to a seductive stop slightly below the round of your ass. The plush of your thighs were teased as the start of the top of your opaque socks once again molded erotically around your flesh. It seemed you also had a bit of makeup on as your e/c popped out beautifully from your dark eyeliner.

But you were also entranced by his appearance. You could tell he just took a shower because the smell of his soap traced provocatively under your nose. He wasn’t even wearing anything special, a black long-sleeve top that perfectly fitted his biceps, and a pair of black shorts. But fuck, it was driving you crazy right now.

“Your comic.” You coldly tried to hand it to him, trying to not appear as aroused as you felt.

“Can’t you fucking put it back on the shelf. That’s where you got it from, isn’t it?”

You clicked your tongue at him. “Troublesome.” As you walked past Bakugou to get to the little bookcase above his desk, he watched you. The stride of your hips as you walked had him licking his lips behind you. As you put the manga back on the shelf, he walked up to you so there was no distance between the two of you. Before you could protest his proximity he interrupted you.

“Put it in the right order.”

“What?” You looked back at him confused and irritated. Why was he getting so close to you? Why did his voice sound so intoxicating?

“I have my manga in order. If you pay attention, you’ll see there’s a number on the cover. I believe they teach little princesses how to count, don’t they?” Bakugou once again took notice of your look of arousal spreading across your face. You sucked at your teeth as you hurriedly turned your face away from him. Even after you put the manga in his preferred place, he hadn’t moved away from you. You were starting to get antsy.

“What are you trying to-“

“Where are you going?” His red eyes were fixed on your face, more specifically your lips.

“I told you, a date.” Your fingernails scratched slightly against the wood of his desk. You were overwhelmed with frustration. With desire. But you couldn’t give in.

“Yeah, but where?”

“A restaurant.” Still avoiding his intense glare, it was becoming clear to you that Bakugou had plans as well. And that those plans would involve you.

“Oh. Must be fancy. Considering you look pretty good right now.”

“Hah! I don’t need you to tell me something so obvious. Only someone with my caliber of beauty could make a cheap dress like this look so go- Mmmph!” Suddenly Bakugou had his lips smashed against yours. Damned be your libido, your tongue wasn’t denying him. Your desires were beginning to take over you as you swapped saliva with your rival.

After a few moments, your hands pressed harshly against his chest to get him off you. A chain of saliva still linked the two of you. He licked away the connection with a smirk before pulling you back close to him. He turned you around slightly so that your back was pressed against his chest. One of his hands holding you in place by squeezing at your waist, the other rubbing against your inner thigh.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“I don’t fucking get it.” His slipped under your dress to rub against your now dampened panties. His palm rubbing slowly against your wetness. “You say that your boyfriend is good at fucking you, yet here you are drenched from a measly kiss from me.”

A moan escaped you as your hands gripped tightly against his wrists trying to pry away from him. You wanted to give in so bad, but you had something to prove. You couldn’t disappoint your ego right now.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you haven’t been fucked at all since you ended things with me, your highness.” You whined at his sarcastic nickname of you before your pride came back.

“You’re wrong. I’d say that I hadn’t started getting properly fucked since ending it with you.”

“When was the last time you guys fucked, then?”

“Last night! He pleasures me every night! More than you to say the least!”. You were losing your dominance quickly, assuming you had any right now. The slow stroking of Bakugou’s palm against your covered folds had you letting out whimpers.

“Oh? Is that so? How about this? If you don’t beg for me to make you cum within the next-“ Bakugou paused. “When’s your date?”. You bit your lips between your teeth ignoring him. Not pleased with your silence he dug his fingertips into your waist. You shut your eyes and let out a loud hum in your masochistic pleasure. “I asked you a fucking question. When is your date, L/N?”

“Seven! Fuck, its at seven!”. He loosened his grasp as he checked the clock on the desk.

6:28 P.M.

“Oh that’s not that far away, but I like a challenge.” His voice rumbled against your ear. “Then if I don’t have you begging to cum within the next 20 minutes, I, Bakugou Katsuki, will get down on my hands and knees and kiss your feet.”

He was being completely unfair. 20 minutes? That’s a long fucking time to hold back an orgasm, especially when it’s this guy trying to get you to reach one. But the thought of him kissing your feet flared your insatiable ego. You’ve lasted without cumming before, and you’d do it again to see Bakugou be put in the place he so rightfully deserved.

“So what do you say, your highness?”

“-my whore.” Your breaths settled as Bakugou looked puzzlingly at you. “Say you’re nothing but a whore for the royal L/N F/N while you kiss my feet and I’ll agree.”

“Tch. Fi-“

“And! I’m going to record it.” You were testing the waters now. But if Bakugou could handle any of the game he was talking right now, he’d surely agree.

“Fine. Then we start right now.”

You nodded in a rare display of compliance. Slowly, Bakugou began to rub his fingers against the crotch of your panties. He was going achingly slow, but you weren’t going to complain. The slower he took, the more time would be ate up. Was this his plan? To just go achingly slow for 20 minutes hoping you’d ask for him to speed up?

Imbecile.

You tried to focus on other things while Bakugou slowly rubbed away against your now wet panties. Looking away towards the desk, you thought about math equations. Complicated math equations. Math equations that could help solve the mysteries of our galaxy. Bakugou noticed your attempts of distraction and grinned, placing a soft kiss on are the area that your shoulder met your neck.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” The coarseness of his voice vibrating against your neck, taking you out of your mathematical universe.

“Your face after I upload that video on the internet…” You gasped at Bakugou’s sudden increase in pressure against your clothed vulva. He was still going pretty slow but you could feel the pressure cause your clit to swell. “And how…everyone is going to see how pathetic you really are.”

“Tch. You sure are good at acting sadistic. Too bad I’m the only one who knows what a fucking pig you really are. I’ll be making you admit that in just a few minutes.”

Before you could retort, Bakugou’s fingers started making increasingly faster grinds against your underwear. It was starting to become a challenge for you to not give in to the pleasures.

But then it suddenly clicked. He only said you didn’t have to beg, not that you couldn’t cum. Smirking you let your pleasure take over you, now softly moaning into the air. Waves of an encroaching orgasm began to fill your stomach and when you were about to finally go over the edge, Bakugou retreated his now slick hand away from you.

You quietly whined at the lack of pressure before steadying your breaths again. You stayed silent, adamant about not begging to the man behind you to finish the job.

“Oh…you’re pretty tough, huh? Lets see, it’s-“ Bakugou took another glance at the clock. “6:33. You only have 14 more minutes to go, princess. I believe it’s only fair that we kick it up just a bit.”

You smugly chuckled at his challenge. “I was wondering when you were going to make this diffi- Hnngg!”. Bakugou had moved the hand around your waist to tightly grasp the locks of your hair, turning your head to face him. Taking a moment to look directly at your grimaced face he smothered his lips onto yours, ravaging your mouth once again with his tongue. The fingers at your drenched panties increasing to a much faster pace.

You moaned loudly inside his mouth as you felt immense pressure build up inside you once again. You tried to wiggle your hips away from him but he placed his leg between yours, locking you into place. Struggling to breathe, you gripped his bicep in preparation for the orgasm once again approaching you.

Bakugou released your mouth as he once again removed his hand from between your hips. You now whined louder in protest.

“You got something to say?” He asked as he nibbled against your ear. You shook your head profusely. “I guess you really do like challenges, eh? Probably more than me.”

Bakugou lifted up one of your thighs so you’d place your foot on the edge of the desk. You hadn’t yet came down from your first failed orgasm before he sunk his hand into in your underwear and viciously circled around your clit.

You were moaning uncontrollably now, not caring if classmates outside Bakugou’s room could hear you. Chuckling, Bakugou bit down on your neck before licking away at the bite marks.

“Fuck! Bakugou! I-I’m gonna-“ You whined loudly at the repeated lack of friction between your thighs.

“You’re gonna what now? I don’t fucking think so. You haven’t let out a single beg. You know the rules.”

Your eyes watered as you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together trying to get yourself off. Failing, you had no choice but to let your body come down from its high.

As soon as your panting softened, they picked back up again when you felt Bakugou slowly stick two fingers up your sopping pussy. His fingers curving just right to lightly massage against the sensitive sponge inside you while moving them up and down in a quick motion.

“Hahh… Bakugou…”You groaned in pleasure. Too lost in trying to chase an orgasm, you hadn’t cared when Bakugou used his other hand to rip open your pretty dress. He roughly massaged at your breasts while burying his head in your neck.

“No bra? No fucking way you weren’t prepared for me to fuck you today.”

Your constant moans prevented you from replying. Bakugou pinched at your sensitive nipples while sucking harshly at your neck, leaving a bruise.

“You wanna cum, princess?”

“Yes! Yes, please!! Please let me cum! Fuck!” You gave in to his challenge, but it’d be worth it. You knew this was going to be the most intense orgasm of your life. So what if you sacrificed a bit of your ego?.

Just when you thought you were about to enter heaven, the fingers that were inside you slipped out.

“Hnngh- Nooo!! Please, Bakugou. I’m begging, I’m begging!” The tears that were settled at your eyes, trailed down. Your thighs trembled as you once again tried squeezing them together to satisfy you.

Bakugou smirked silently. Instead answering you by dragging you to the bed and pushing you down. He ripped off the rest of your dress before he spread your thighs apart to take a good look at the mess he created between your hips. The way not only your voice, but your pussy was begging for him made him want to give you everything you wanted.

But, no. You needed to learn a lesson. You’d remember what happens when you fuck with him- or don’t fuck with him, rather.

His gazing taking too long, you called out for him again. “Please, Bakugou. I want to cum. I wanna cum so baaad…”. You placed your hands on his that were digging into the flesh below your knees, trying to get him to take pity on you.

“I heard you the first time. How do you want to cum? With my fingers, my tongue, or my-“

“Your cock! Please, I want your cock!” Your hands now gripping tightly onto his. “I’ve never wanted something so bad before, Bakugou, pleeease…”

“You’re begging for my cock, huh”. He pulled down his shorts so his cock could spring free.

You nodded with no hesitation. Deciding not to tease you for now, he sunk inside you in one swift thrust, thanks to your abundant juices.

“Hnngh, yes! I’m gonna cum so hard! Gonna cum all over your cock. Oh baby… Gonna cum so hard for youuu…” Your moans turned into gutteral groans as he plunged deep inside you with every thrust. He made sure the tip of his cock was stroking right at your g-spot.

As he picked up the pace, you swear you could sense your pupils dilating as an orgasm approached. You could see the pearly gates of heaven and then-

Bakugou slipped his cock out of you. Leaving you a whining mess.

“Whyyy?! ? Y-You said I could cum. You said if I begged I could cummm…”. You were sobbing at this point. “What do you want? I’ll do anything, Katsuki…”

His cock twitched at the first time of hearing you say his name.  “Say you’re a whore.”

You looked up at him as you hesitated. He coerced you with the teasing of his cock against your entrance. Sniffling, you did what you know your pussy would want you do to.

“I’m a whore.” Your eyes shut trying to hold on to the last bit of dignity you had.

“And? Fucking look at me when you speak.”

The intensity of looking into his vermillion eyes made you want to cower away. But you did as demanded. “I’m a filthy whore for Bakugou Katsuki.”

“And only me?” He dipped the tip of his cock into you and you forgot what even the meaning of dignity was.

“Yeess!! Only you! Only Katsuki! I swear it! I swear it on everything, I swear…”

“Your boyfriend?”

“I-I…” You trailed off and Bakugou started to slip back out again.

“You know I could do this forever. I made sure to jack off a few times in the shower. Let’s find out how long I leave you in this state.”

“Nooo! I don’t have a boyfriend! Fuck! Damn you!”

“Ahh…so he was fake?”

“He wasn’t fake…He was real. But h-he broke up with me after a week or so. He said he couldn’t keep up with my sex drive. Told me I was a-a nympho… So I yelled at him about y-“ You paused, hesitating to keep going. Bakugou just stared at you, not afraid of leaving you like this if you didn’t finish. “About you…”

“Me?” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, praising you for telling him all this. “And just what did your highness say about me?”

“I said if a rugged commoner like you could satisfy me, then he should be able to, too. So he called me a slut and left.”. You turned your head away, too embarrassed by the sharing of your breakup. “How dare he speak to me like that…”. Bakugou took hold of your chin to face him as he leaned down and kissed you on the lips. He wiped away your tears with his thumb and continued to stroke your cheek.

“You’re not a slut, F/N.”

You chucked. “I’m a whore but not a slut?”.

“I didn’t say you were. You did.” He slipped back inside you, making you moan once more. “Besides, you’re only like this with me, right? I doubt he was making you feel the way I do, anyways. Not with how pathetic he sounds.”

“Yeah…no one can make me feel this good.” Your mouth gaped open as Bakugou began steady thrusts inside you. Your ribbed walls clenched around him begging for more. “Lets cum together, okay?” You placed each of your hands on his cheeks. “I wanna cum with you.”

Entranced by your sudden displays of sweetness, he plunged his cock deeper and faster into you. You slipped your hands into his hair and tugged as you felt your high approach. Your moans sounded more high-pitch and angelic as Bakugou leaned down to kiss your neck. He could better hear your beautiful sounds in this position and it was pushing him closer to his own climax.

His thrusts became more erratic at his impending orgasm. “F-fuck, F/N. I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum so deep in your pussy.” He layed multiple kisses along your neck. “I might just give you a little prince.”

“Oh fuck! Katsukiii…Katsukiiii…” You tugged his hair tighter. Your long-awaited orgasm finally washed over you. It seemed like it could never end as your walls twitched violently against Bakugou’s cock, making him lose himself even more.

“Me too, F/N- me too. Fuck!” Bakugou pumped his milky seed deep inside you and you could probably cum again just from the hot feeling of it. When it seemed his cock was drained, he allowed himself to collapse on top of you.

You slipped your hands under his shirt, caressing your fingers along his back as you regained your breathing. “You didn’t cum exactly when I did. I’m deducting points.”

He chucked beneath into your neck. “Fuck your point system. I’m rebelling against your shitty monocracy.” You gasped, feigning offense. He kissed you on the lips before turning his body to lay beside you.

“We should..uhh…probably go get a pill, right?”

You sent a confused look at him. “Bakugou, I’m on birth control.”

He shot up from the bed with shock. “Hah?! So why had we been using a condom?” He frustratingly gripped at his hair. “I could’ve been fucking you raw this whole time?!”

“Well I figured you used them because you didn’t trust me.”

“What?” He looked at you before turning his face away trying to hide his blush. “Of course I’d trust my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?! This hasn’t been discussed with the counsel!”

Bakugou leaned over you, his forearms resting on either side of your head. “I believe I said I was rebelling against your shitty monocracy, F/N.” He pressed another kiss on your lips. “Who else is gonna put up with your stuck-up attitude and inhuman sex drive?” He layed back down beside you and pulled you into him, kissing the back of your shoulder.

You twisted your body to face him, looking directly into his eyes. “So you fell in love with the enemy?”

“Yeah, your highness. I fucking did. Gonna execute me?”

You shook your head and kissed his nose before burying into his chest. The up and down motions of his chest relaxing you, beckoning you to sleep.

“I did too.” You whispered softly, Bakugou had heard you though. Holding you tighter against his chest, the exhaustion and your comfort drifted him to sleep.

[twistedlymad]

Reader Giving Into Darkness (Overblotting Reader)

Hewwo everyone! I hope you guys are fine and having a lovely time! 

First off, I’d like to apologize for the inactivity for these past few days, I caught a fever last Saturday and I had to do some editing work for Sunday, so, I didn’t really write a lot last Saturday and Sunday. Don’t worry though! I’m fine now and I immediately jumped back into writing!

Secondly, this fic was supposedly to be an overblotting reader fic, but now, after writing and proof-reading it, it doesn’t seem like an overblotting reader story, more like, reader gave way for darkness to take over them. I have no idea anymore haha! I will most probably write another story for overblotting reader depending on how this one goes. (Also tell me if you want a part 2 to this, for now, I haven’t got one planned yet)

Third, I’d like to thank you guys once again for supporting me so much! I do hope you’ll enjoy this story that I’ve written! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day! (Story is under the cut uwu)

It was a pretty mundane day at Night Raven College. You’ve got your daily dose of chaos, your classes went along swimmingly and surprisingly, no fights occurred between your group of dumbass friends! I would even say that it was a boring day!

Or had it really been a mundane day?

You were on your way back to your class after helping Professor Trein run a small little errand, he needed to have a few paperwork submitted but Lucius had fallen asleep on his lap. You volunteered to go in his place instead since you needed some fresh air after sitting at a desk for an entire day. You brought Grim along since the furball wanted to tag along with you.

You were humming softly to yourself as you cheerfully made your way, you couldn’t wait to sit with your friends again and continue your day happily.

“Fgnaaa, you seem to be in a really good mood today (Y/N).” Grim said from your embrace, you giggled in response to his words.

“Well, today has been a really good day so far! I’m sure that today will be a perfect day.” You said as you let a smile grace on your face.

“Well, whatever you say (Y/N).” Grim said as he let out a small yawn.

However, when you got to the doorway of your class, your ears picked up on a few chatters of familiar voices.

You were about to enter your classroom but you had halted yourself just behind the doorframe for you had heard your name being mentioned. You didn’t want to enter your class just yet, for some reason, you had wanted to hear what the chatter was about and why it involved your name.

“(Y/N) doesn’t need to know.” One of the voices said.

“Why did we even ask (Y/N) in the first place?” A second voice asked.

“Yea, it’s not like it’ll be any help to us anyway, after all, (Y/N) can’t use magic.” Another voice piped up, agreeing with the first two voices.

“Let’s not mention this when (Y/N) comes back later, this’ll remain between us.” The first voice said once more and you heard a few grunts and hums of agreement from a few different voices.

You slowly lowered your head as you leaned against the doorframe of your classroom. Those voices were all too familiar to you, for they were the voices of your best friends, the ones that you had spent so many time with, the ones that you had went through the most with, the ones that you had trusted yourself with.

You felt as if you had been slapped in the face harshly after hearing the voices that you had felt safe with associate themselves with such words.

Slowly squatting down, you released Grim from your embrace and onto the ground. The furball faced you with a sad look on his face.

“(Y/N)… They-” Grim started but he was cut off by you gently pressing your index finger on his mouth.

“It’s okay, I’m fine.” You said with a smile on your face.

“We still have some time before class right? I’ll be going for a little walk then.” You said as you stood back up and walked away. Grim looked at you with worry as he stayed in his place, his eyes locked onto your leaving figure. You knew he was watching, so you took a sharp turn, letting a wall come between his stare and your figure.

Once you knew that you weren’t being watched anymore, you ran as fast as you could, adrenaline was pumping through your veins as your vision began to blur. You weren’t sure where you were running to, you just wanted to get out of that place, as far as possible.

Unbeknownst to you, a figure had been watching the whole event and they were smirking to themselves the entire time.

“According to plan I see… Excellent.”

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After running for what seemed like hours, you find yourself in a forest, surrounded by trees, the only sounds that you heard were the chirping of various animals and insects that inhabited it. You sat down under one of the tall trees while taking deep breaths in hopes to help soothe yourself. You wiped away your tears as they flowed.

The chatter of your friends rang in your head as you reminisced your memories with them, as if whenever you tried to remind yourself of all the good times you had with them, the chatter would be there to tell you that it was all fake.

“They don’t care for you.” Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice spoke out. Or had it been an unfamiliar voice?

You frantically looked around, searching for the source of the voice. It took you some time before your eyes landed on a small little puddle of water beside you, your reflection was as clear as sky as you looked.

So it did give you quite the scare when your reflection suddenly spoke up while you didn’t.

“Don’t mind them, you don’t need them.” Your reflection said to you.

“What?” You asked as you took a closer look at the puddle. You rubbed your eyes to make sure that what you were seeing was real. You wanted to make sure that you weren’t dreamin-

“Oh, you’re not dreaming, don’t worry about that.” Your reflection said, as if it had read your thoughts.

“No. They do, I am their friend after all.” You huffed and stood up, arguing to your reflection’s previous statement. You didn’t want to question the existence of your talking reflection, after all, you were in Twisted Wonderland, a place where magic is real and almost anything can happen, even talking reflections. Heck, take the mirror of darkness for an example.

“Besides, they could be talking about anything! Maybe they were talking about homework. I just overreacted, that’s all.” You replied further to your reflection as well as reassuring yourself.

“Are you entirely sure?” Your reflection asked you once more. “You heard what they said loud and clear.” It said to you. You took in a deep breath through clenched teeth as you closed your eyes and turned away, hugging yourself as you tried to walk away. You wanted to ignore your reflection, you thought that it was just giving negative feedback on the events that had already happen, you wanted to believe that your friends were possibly talking about something else.

But you were shocked when you heard the next sentence come out of your reflection’s mouth.

“Friends don’t talk to friends like that.”

You whipped your head around immediately, looking at the puddle as beads of tears formed in and fell from your eyes. Your reflection was right after all, friends don’t talk to friends like that, friends will tell you their problems straight away, friends don’t hide secrets about friends and most importantly…

True friends don’t talk about friends behind their backs.

As you were buried deep in your thoughts, your reflection smirked a little after seeing the look of hurt on your face. It waited for a few seconds before continuing its statement.

“Don’t worry, like I’ve said, you don’t need them. You only need me.” Your reflection said with a smirk. “After all, I am a part of you.”

“A part… Of me?” You asked, you didn’t completely understand what your reflection had meant by its words.

“Yes, for I am your conscience, I know what you need right now and that’s me.” Your reflection said to you. It then wiped off the smirk it had on its face and extended its hand towards you.

“Take my hand.” It said. “I promise you, with me, you won’t ever feel heartbreak anymore, you won’t ever experience betrayal anymore and you don’t need anything else, you just need me.”

“But, my friends-“ But before you could finish your sentence, you were cut off by your reflection.

“They don’t want you! You only need me!” Your reflection yelled, clearing its throat, it told you once more.

“Take my hand.”

You hesitated. You didn’t want to take the hand, you knew that it was dangerous. But, the chatter of your friends continued to repeat itself in your head, its ringing was making your head spin and drowning out your sense of danger and uncertainty, making you temporarily forget all the good times you had with them and all the happiness you had experienced with them.

As the ringing in your head continued, you felt confused and broken, you didn’t know what to do. Your heart ached as you remembered the memories you made with your friends, for everything was fake. The happiness, the sadness, the trust, the comfort, everything had been fake.

You just wanted this feeling to stop.

Then, the ringing of your friends’ chatter in your head was soon replaced by the chanting of your reflection’s offer. Your reflection seemed to be so welcoming, you felt as if only your reflection understood you, you felt as if you could trust yourself with it, after all, it is a part of you, right?

Surely you could trust yourself with yourself.

So, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you extended your own hand towards your reflection. Placing your hand on your reflection’s, you felt your hand being gripped by it. You then opened your eyes to see that your reflection was holding your hand rather firmly with a peaceful look on its face.

But all of a sudden, your reflection looked back at you with a sharp look, its mouth twisted upwards into a menacing smirk as it tightened the grip it had on your hand. You let out a small gasp as you tried to pull your hand away, but you didn’t succeed, the grip on your hand was far too strong.

A black cloud began to form on your gripped hand as your reflection cackled. You finally managed to disconnect your hand from your reflection’s when you forcefully pulled your hand away. When you inspected your hand, your eyes could only widen in horror as you saw the cloud that continued to linger on your hand.

And it was slowly spreading.

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Grim had managed to get your friends’ attention as he questioned the harsh choice of words of your friends, but, your friends only looked at him in confusion as he did so.

“What do you mean Grim? We never said anything like that.” One of your friends replied.

“Fgnaaaaa! Don’t lie to me! Me and (Y/N) clearly heard you guys say those words.” Grim said angrily.

“But, Grim, we were doing homework, plus, we couldn’t talk since the professor was there.” Another friend stated. Grim froze in his place as he realized that he had just seen the professor leave the classroom as you were running away.

So, how did that chatter even happen? If it wasn’t from your friends, then…

“Oh no.” Grim said with a grim look on his face.

“What’s wrong Grim? Is everything okay?”

“No. You guys need to follow me. NOW.” Grim ordered your friends as he ran out the classroom, your friends gave each other a look of worry before rising from their seats and followed the furball.

Your friends had a hard time catching up with Grim as he swiftly navigated his way through the busy hallways of the school. Your friends were yelling questions to him, wanting answers for this sudden change of behavior.

“Just, follow me!! I don’t think (Y/N) is safe!!” Grim yelled back, hoping that his answer would satisfy the curiosity of your friends. As the furball ran, he was buried deep in his thoughts as well.

‘I hope you’re there (Y/N), you always go there whenever something’s wrong, please be there, please be safe… Please.’ Grim thought to himself as he continued to run, eventually running into a forest, the exact same forest that you were in.

However, when they got to you, it was already too late. Your figure was surrounded in a cloud of sheer blackness, leaving only your torso and head available. The cloud slowly rose up, covering your entire body little by little. It was getting hard for you to breathe, your body felt numb, you couldn’t move any parts of your body.

You were panicking, afraid that your friends will get injured just because you had made a wrong decision. You were also afraid for your own life, for you knew what was happening to yourself all too well. You’ve always managed to save the others from this situation, yet you have never thought that it would happen to yourself.

You thought that since you didn’t have magic, it would never happen to you.

Yet, here you are, experiencing the exact same thing that had happened to some of your friends.

“(Y/N)!” Your friends yelled for you, their faces donned looks of pure fear and shock.

You gave them one last look, it was a very interesting look.

It was a look of worry,

Yet it was also a look of sorry,

A look of terror,

And a look of horror.

Tears flowed out your eyes as the cloud slowly engulfed your torso and is partially engulfing your head. With one last breath, you muttered the following words:

“Run… Save… Yourselves…”

Darkness had consumed you as your vision was clouded by pitch black. You felt tired, sleepy, drowsy, your eyelids were heavy and they were drooping on their own. Yet, you tried to fight it, you weren’t going to it control your body with such ease. But it was no use, you had already accepted the darkness when you accepted your reflection’s hand.

Your friend’s smiling faces were the last thing on your mind as you fell into a deep slumber.

As the cloud began to disperse, everyone just stood there, looking at your figure that stood before them, or rather, what was once your figure.

“(Y/N)…” Your friends called out your name softly as they stared at the monstrous and black form you had donned on.

“We have to fight her to save her.” Grim said.

“We have no choice.” The furball continued as your friends nodded in agreement.

‘Hang on (Y/N), please, for us.’ Was the only thought on everyone’s minds as they readied their magic pens.

Let’s just hope they could save you like how you saved them.

[miraculousmarifan]

Felinette Month 2020 - Day 19: Fallen Angel

Happy @felinettenovember! Can you guys guess what prompts I spend more than one day writing? I almost decided to try drawing the akumatized Felix before remembering that I haven’t drawn in nearly 10 years (maybe I would be better off painting it?) and wasn’t really good at people before that point... So I did this instead!

Almost 1900 words and if requested, this could have a continuation for some resolution later this year or early next year and/or potentially a piece of art to try showing Felix as an akuma and/or the object that inspired his form

Felix was close to flipping tables. Marinette had to be an angel from above with how she was handling being bullied by this Lila girl. How was it that even after the school was notified that Lila supposedly had a disease that made her compulsively lie but wasn’t antisocial personality disorder (?), the teacher refused to step in and help one of her star pupils? He shouldn’t be surprised. This was the same teacher that condoned Chloe’s defacing of Marinette’s present to count as them working together on it, even though Marinette had put actual effort into it. This was the same teacher that tried to convince Marinette to be a doormat, in the name of “setting a good example,” as though that has truly changed people that benefit from wronging others.

What he really couldn’t understand was how her friends weren’t more cautious about the liar. She had temporarily gotten Marinette expelled by claiming that she had not only cheated on a mock test, but also stolen the liar’s necklace, AND pushing the witch down the stairs. The class didn’t believe that it sounded like Marinette and YET after Marinette is returned due to the supposed uncontrollable lying diagnosis, they don’t question Lila's integrity? He couldn’t quite fathom why they wouldn’t take the things she said with a grain of salt after that very public and obvious set of lies, especially about Marinette.

And yet, here he was. Standing outside the classroom, waiting for a phone call from his driver, when he overhears the liar whispering to a few girls from the class. Marinette had been gone for an appointment the last period of school and apparently that wasn’t enough for Lila. He heard Alya exclaim, “That doesn’t really sound like Marinette…” and then a sad reply along the lines of how she knew Marinette was friends with all them but she couldn’t believe Marinette said that to her and just wanted to understand why by asking their closest friends. So on so on. Even with her verbalized doubt, it was clear from the tone she used that Alya believed it possible that Marinette had something to Lila, even if it wasn’t as severe as the liar had made it out to be. Felix didn’t need to be any closer to smell the fake crap Lila was spreading. He was sure it would have smelled over a mile away.

Rose exclaimed how she couldn’t believe how much Marinette was starting to act like Chloe and how they really needed to shake Marinette out of this. Alya volunteered to talk to her about it and encouraged them not to do anything crazy before then. It was the first time Felix felt a decent amount of respect towards Alya. Apparently she is starting to learn not to jump immediately to conclusions when it comes to Lila and Marinette. Unfortunately their other friends hadn’t gotten that much insight from the previous incidents and believed that Lila wouldn’t possibly exaggerate or make up anything and cause drama unnecessarily. Alya told the group that she had texted the girl and was going to head over to their place to hang out later that night.

Alya left, muttering how it sounded too extreme to be what Marinette had actually said. Felix had to give it to her, even if she had too much faith in the Italian, it was nice to see she wouldn’t fully discount her friend without any true evidence. Unfortunately with Alya’s departure, the voice of reason had left these girls and they were left with a snake. Felix decided to move slightly closer, just to keep an ear out for danger.

“I don’t think having a talk with her is really going to change Marinette’s mind. I mean she already knows about my health conditions and she’d rather discriminate against me than admit that I’m just trying to be friends. I reached out in good faith, painting her a picture, and she destroyed it and told me we could never be friends. It was just shockingly mean! She’s so nice to you guys so I thought this would help, especially since we like so much of the same stuff! I can’t help it if Adrien rejected her for me!”

Felix wanted to gag at that reasoning again. Marinette had worked to move on from Adrien long ago and especially hard when he had started dating Kagami over a year ago. She even started having tea and snacks with his girlfriend at least once a month, since Kagami didn’t get out much and Marinette didn’t want her to feel left out. As far as Felix knew, Marinette had long since given up on Adrien and was more focused on her personal projects than on boys, something her friends should have known by now.

“We know it’s not your fault and she should realize that too!” Rose tried to cheer up Lila.

“It’s so hard to imagine her destroying someone else’s art when she preaches about how people shouldn’t touch other’s work! Plus she has to know how much that sucks, after Chloe ruined her present for Ms. Bustier a few years ago…” Alix sounded angry enough to act impulsively and it didn’t sit well with Felix.

“To me, it just doesn’t seem like talking to her is going to be enough for her to really think about her actions, but you guys know her the best!” Lila managed to get a small amount of wavering into her voice, to convey hesitant worry and unsuccessfully attempted optimism through her small shrug. Felix may have thought that some of her lies should be relatively easy to dismiss but he had to admit that sometimes she could be a good actress.

“If we left her a message along with doing something, she wouldn’t ignore it right? Especially if she knows that if she ever does something like that again, we won’t stay friends with her…” Alix suggested. Felix felt his stomach sink. This was going bad but he couldn’t just walk in there right? He waited a moment longer to hear them start planning how they were going to ruin Marinette’s personal art project that she had been working on during her study hall, as it was sitting in a drying area of the art room. He had enough information to go talk to Damocles about what he had heard.

After hearing Felix’s concerns and hearing his stern insistence that this was actually at risk of happening, not just girl’s venting, Damocles accompanied him to the art room to check into the security of the projects inside. By the time the pair arrived though, they were too late. Nobody was in the room anymore, however Marinette’s project was beyond repair. 

She had sculpted a human-like angel with arms raised with peace and joy captured remarkably on its face, an orb in its hands being presented to the sky like a holy gift. The wings had been formed into individual feathers and Marinette had just put the first layer of paint on it that day. The base color of the wings was a lovely shade of light pink, her dress had the first layer of white, the skin left a gray tone, with a small amount of darker gray and lighter gray added to certain areas to imitate how light would fall if emitted from the orb. The orb had a strange tone of light blue-green for the base. He had been enthusiastically anticipating her final painting work since she had finished the sculpting step.

Now the angel was missing a wing, the orb that had barely rested on the carved palms was separated from the hands, and the arms were no longer connected. He picked up the body of the statue gently before looking up at Damocles sadly.

“It’s too bad we didn’t get here sooner. I guess we will just have to check the school’s cameras to figure out who did this.” Damocles took a step towards the stand that the statue had previously been set on, picked up the note left on it, and read it out loud.

“‘This is for ruining Lila’s painting. You should’ve accepted her peace offering rather than blaming her for Adrien’s rejection and if you keep acting like this, you won’t have any more friends here.’--” he cleared his throat in displeased surprise, “-- I will need to take this note as evidence in this. Also, we should probably take some pictures of the damages before getting this cleaned up.”

Felix helped set the pieces of the statue on the table next to each other before the principal took out his cell phone and snapped a quick picture of that and of the note. Before the man could leave, Felix volunteered to clean up the classroom as he was sure Marinette would still want the pieces. He was also sure that Damocles would actually proceed with this investigation due to his involvement and firmness regarding the need to supply a punishment. While the punishment would not be sufficient, there would at least be some record of this incident.

Before sweeping up the tiny pieces that he didn’t expect her to care about, he sat down in a chair and held the body of the statue. His fingers ran over the one remaining wing despite the paint smearing on his skin, feeling the texture his classmate had managed for the feathers. It was an amazing work that would be difficult to replicate, if Marinette even decided it was worth doing again. Part of him hoped she would redo the remarkable piece. He felt anger bubbling just below the surface of his sadness, anger that the girls that were supposedly her friends would do this. Anger that their school was not secure for her. Anger that he wasn’t able to protect her, even having heard the plans. Grief over being too slow to protect her. Crushing sadness that she couldn’t trust her classmates, her supposed friends, to even ask her about a situation before trusting another’s words about her. Someone that had very publicly lied to get her suspended just the last school year. He was so busy with his thoughts and the statue that he missed the purple butterfly coming towards him until it settled into the statue.

“Hello Ange Déchu. I am Hawk Moth. The people around you pass judgement on the innocent and work on behalf of the wicked. It must be frustrating to watch them work to break the people you care about. I will give you the power to understand people’s intentions and apply your chosen consequences on them so you can protect the ones you love. In exchange you would give me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous.”

In this akumatized form, he could not only protect Marinette but also help her get revenge on the manipulative witch. She would be his queen, his direction, and she would be able to decide how she wanted to apply justice.

“Yes Hawk Moth. I will deal out Marinette’s justice and get the miraculous for you.” The akumatized Felix, called Fallen Angel, unfurled his black wings and pushed off the ground to fly to Marinette’s side. He would protect her first and foremost. Then they would deal with the witch and her flying monkeys however she saw fit.

[marie-in-the-hallway]

Watermelon Sugar pt 1

wc: 2.3k

warnings: minor sexual content, swearing

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Jenna doesn't know how her life came to be like this.

She was a good person; she had partied hard in uni, yes, but she studied hard enough to make up for it. She's nice enough to leave at least a twenty percent tip every time she gets the check, and certainly nice enough to drop coins in the tip jars of the baristas who make her coffee. She calls her mum a lot and she loves her sisters and she takes good care of her plant, a cactus she'd named Steve. She’s hilarious and witty, her friends love her, and she makes a decent enough living.

So it doesn't explain why she's lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of her.

As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. One right now, in fact: Camille Rowe.  Also  the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Jenna’s sex dreams since she was about eighteen.

(What can she say, she's consistent. The kid might change her look every few years but the libido wants what it wants. Or something.)

Anyway, the point is that, currently, Jenna is looking straight into Harry's gorgeous green eyes and she can feel the heat of Harry's body radiating onto hers. She can also feel one of Harry's soft curls brushing against her forehead, and she knows that if she looked down, she'd see Harry's pink lips, quirked amusedly, like Jenna is something of a particularly endearing animal.

In summary, Harry looks like something straight out of Jenna’s masterbating vault, and Jenna is especially thankful at this moment that she does not have a cock because it would be hard as a rod at this very moment. 

"Do you, uh, work out a lot?" She blurts out, her mouth temporarily disconnecting from her brain, and she watches as Harry blinks, his long lashes brushing the tops of her cheekbones.

There's a pause, and then she hears a snort.

"Is this a dating show, mate?" Nick Grimshaw, the twat, says, half-laughing from his seat at the radio console. He raises his voice in a poor imitation of Jenna, stuttering out a ‘do you, uh, work out a lot’ in between his giggles.

Jenna turns her head to look at him and scowls. "Shut up," she says, trying to ignore the cute way Harry is giggling on top of her. It doesn't really work, but at least she tried.

Nick raises his hands defensively. "Hey, I'm bringing us back on track. You're supposed to be asking him questions about his new album, not asking him if he works out. You're tiring out the little pop star there."

"Nah," Jenna hears Harry's low voice drawl from above her, and she turns her attention back to the hot boy on top of him. "`m not tired yet. Besides, I'm kind of enjoying the view." He shoots Jenna a cheeky wink, and Jenna feels her face flush.

"Okay," she says loudly, mostly for the benefit of herself. She vaguely wonders how red she looks on camera, and whether or not she can get the ground to swallow her whole right about now. Maybe she should retire after this. Radio 1 would just have to look for another person who won't choke in the vicinity of Nick's hairspray fumes.

Every day at one to four pm, Nick and Jenna host "The Future is Now", a radio programme where they play music, talk about celebrity gossip and tease each other. It's supposedly nothing special, just two childhood friends making fun of each other and making fun of celebrities and their drama and occasionally talking about football, but apparently their banter has made it the most popular rated programme on BBC Radio 1. So popular that a few months ago, their producer sat them down and told them to "come up with more shenanigans", an order Jenna was happy to comply with. Her and Nick have then proceeded to do almost everything, from innuendo bingo with a twist to organizing a huge water fight in Radio 1.

Their latest shenanigan is interviewing their celebrity guests in the weirdest way they can, and last time Nick had interviewed Taylor Swift through trying to interpret her answers through drawing. It was massively funny, a huge failure, and also very exhausting, according to Nick, because who knew that Taylor was such a terrible artist?

Which is also why it's Jenna’s turn to do the interviewing this time.

However, she's ninety-nine point nine percent sure that Nick did this on purpose. Drunk Jenna might have let it slip a few weeks back that she has a not-so-small crush on a certain very famous Harry Styles, and Nick, because he was apparently close friends with Harry, invited him to plank over Jenna.

Jenna’s going to light a match near his hair and watch his twatty quiff burn down.

"Okay," Jenna says again, because no matter how much she wants to go back in time and ensure Nick was never born, Harry Styles with his hair and his dimples is still above her, smiling like it takes no effort to plank like this at all. He's the most attractive man Jenna has ever seen in her entire life. "We're going to have a quickie--" and she resolutely ignores Nick's sniggers from the console and the way his face heats up, "--which is like a lightning round of questions, until you feel you need to lower yourself down or until the timer runs out. Alright?"

Harry nods at her, grinning even wider, and Jenna decides to pin her focus on Harry's left dimple so as not to be distracted by the rest of his face.

"Nachos or Tacos?" She asks, starting the game immediately.

"Tacos."

"Red or Blue?"

"Blue."

"Favorite emoji to use in a text message?"

"The tongue and the peach." Jenna ignores the almost-obscene way Harry says it. She also ignores Nick's snorts from the table. She can do this. She just needs to ignore the way she’s wet from this small interaction and get this done like the professional she is, before she can go home and masterbate herself away to oblivion.

 "Favorite song from your new album?"

"Um," Harry says, and Jenna feels his forearms shift from where it's beside her head. "Watermelon Sugar?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Jenna asks Harry's left dimple. See, she can be normal.

"Watermelon Sugar." Harry repeats, much firmer. "It's about oral sex."

Jenna’s eyes fly off Harry's left dimple and into his eyes. "I don't think you can say that on radio."

Harry just shrugs, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Sorry."

"Cheeky," Jenna mutters, before plunging on. "Most important feature of your ideal girlfriend?"

"I don't know if I can say it on radio," Harry shoots back almost immediately, his smile widening.

Somewhere from his place on the radio console, Nick cackles. Jenna hopes he chokes on his own saliva.

"Something radio friendly, then," Jenna answers, keeping her voice level.

"Well," Harry drawls out, seemingly lost in thought, "I'm much more of a bum kind of guy," and Nick's cackles get louder and louder. "I like a nice, firm, handful of bum. But if it has to be radio friendly, maybe the smile."

"I'm going to get suspended because of you," Jenna deadpans.

"`s the truth." Harry smiles innocently. He shifts on his forearms again, and his long curl brushes over Jenna’s eye. His cross necklace also falls out of his shirt, brushing against the hollow of Jenna’s throat.  "Do you like bums, Jenna?"

"I like mums? I like my mum," Jenna says absently, half blinded by Harry's curl. She feels more than hears Harry laugh from above her, his abs quivering from above her body. Which, hey. Why is Harry laughing at her? She’s just trying to keep this show together, for the sake of her job and her listeners and because Nick is a useless idiot.

She clears her throat. "Ideal date?" She asks, blinking her eye against Harry's rogue curl. She focuses on it, tries to get it off her eye with just the power of her blinks and her eye lid muscles. It doesn't really work.

Harry wiggles his eyebrows above her, and Jenna feels a slight sense of dread settle against him.

"A walk on the beach, then a candlelit dinner, then back to my place--"

"Favorite hobby?" Jenna interrupts, because she cannot do this. She can't. She’s two innuendos away from being soaked through her pants, and she’s positive there will be a wet spot if Harry continues to imply vaguely sexual things.

"I like to bake," Harry answers easily, as if he wasn't on the verge of saying obscene things a few seconds before. Jenna hates him. Jenna also kind of wants to suck his dick.

"Last thing that made you cry?"

"Um," Harry furrows his brow and bites at his bottom lip. Jenna can't stop staring. "I...fell?"

"Fell where?" Jenna asks.

"I was getting out of the shower," Harry answers slowly, still seeming deep in thought. Jenna tries not to imagine a naked Harry, with little droplets sliding down his skin. She mostly fails. "Then I, like, slipped and fell. There were a few tears."

Jenna makes a noise of sympathy, her eyes glued to Harry's lips. "What did you hurt?"

"My bum."

That makes Jenna tear her eyes away from Harry's lips and into his green eyes, which are already shining with mirth. "What is it with you and bums?"

"I told you, I'm a bum man." Harry winks. He shifts on his forearms, and Jenna realizes that the planking must already be taking a toll on him. He doesn't seem close to giving up though, and Jenna admires his determination. Her sex drive admires the rippling of the muscles in Harry's forearms and the strength of his core.

"You seem to be a little bum crazy to me."

"Heyyy," Harry says, a cute little pout making its way onto his face. "Only for certain bums. The nice ones."

Jenna doesn't answer. "Favorite app on your phone?"

"Instagram."

"Last photo you took?"

"It was, like, a photo of my sister's dog in, um, space buns."

"Space bums, nice," Jenna says, because she can. She might get suspended from radio for a few days, but she's already aroused on camera and they've been talking bums since a while ago, so.

"Yep," Harry says, playing along. "They were out of this world."

Jenna opens her mouth to ask another question when her phone starts ringing, signalling the end of their quickie. Harry unceremoniously drops himself down, his entire body now in contact with Jenna’s own. Jenna can feel her skin heat up from where Harry's touching her, their entire lower half aligned. She shifts in surprise, discovering Harry’s (not so) little problem, so Jenna just. Speaks.

“Did you know the average whale penis is ten feet long?” 

She wonders if she can probably retire gracefully and run away to Guam.

Nick is still cackling like a madman but ten times harder. Jenna doesn't think he's even stopped to take a breath since he started.

Good, she thinks viciously. Maybe he'll run out of oxygen.

"I did not," she hears Harry whisper to her, his voice almost drowned out by Nick's laughter.

"Fuck," Jenna whispers, without opening her eyes. "Leave me here to die." She can't believe she ended up here, embarrassed and horny in front of the guy she's been wanking to since she was eighteen. She doesn't think life can get much worse than this.

"It's okay, you know, I blurt out things all the time" Harry whispers, his breath ghosting over Jenna’s face. "Also, you're not allowed to say ‘cock’ on radio."

Oh, so now he's concerned about radio content. What is Harry Styles.

"Please do not try to make me feel better about this," Jenna says through her teeth, ignoring his second statement. They're going to get taken off air because of this interview, anyway. She raises an arm to cover her eyes. "Just....ignore it. Please."

Harry, because he's nice, doesn't say anything anymore, instead pulls himself off of Jenna, so that he's sitting on his knees beside Jenna on the carpeted floor. Jenna takes three deep breaths before she opens her eyes, sits up, and runs to the radio console, where Nick is still cackling obnoxiously. She lets Nick take care of the goodbyes, shakes Harry's hand once and refuses to meet his eyes, and doesn't say anything until Harry has left the room and Watermelon Sugar is playing on air.

"So?" Nick hedges, nudging Louis with an elbow. "That was fun right?"

"I'm going to murder you in your sleep," Jenna answers, glaring. "That was fucking humiliating."

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," Nick says, dismissively, wrapping an arm around Jenna’s shoulder. Jenna wants to saw it off his arm.

"You're not the one who started talking about whale cock in front of like, three cameras," Jenna hisses back at him.

"You could barely hear it anyway," Nick says, rolling his eyes.  He pinches Jenna’s shoulder, waggling his eyebrows . "But Harry, eh? That was some intense flirting you had going on there."

"Nick," Jenna says, deadpan. "He's not single. You should know this, he's one of your best friends."

Nick frowns, but before he can open his mouth to say something, Jenna beats him to it. "Never mind him. He's probably going to get us suspended anyway, with all his obscene answers and talk about bums."

Nick cackles again, with his head thrown back. "That was pretty funny."

"Yeah, well let's see how funny it is when we get taken off air for a week straight," Jenna answers, rolling her eyes, before reaching over to queue up the next song.

Nick, the twat, just keeps laughing.

[sorry-apsalar]

Frender Drabbles: Going Crazy

"Having seen Insane In The Mainframe recently, I’d love to see Bender be a little (maybe a lot) more concerned about Fry being trapped in a cell with stab-happy Roberto while in the asylum."

~

Humans were far too fragile for their own good. Getting attached to one was the opposite of a good idea but it was far too late for Bender. The fact that Fry seemed particularly soft even by human standards only made that attachment more annoying. It meant Bender felt bad for him when he complained and whined about their situation and how bad being in a robot asylum supposedly was for a human – rather selfish of him, almost as if Bender wasn’t also having a hard time. He was even tempted to try to comfort or help Fry at times and might’ve given in to that impulse if he didn’t have a reputation to maintain. But he’d reached a breaking point and had to risk ruining that reputation or risk Fry getting himself killed like a moron. As bad as the former was the latter was worse.

Breaking out of his own cell was far easier than getting into Fry’s was proving to be. Finding it was the issue, there were no name tags and breaking into the front office proved to be a waste of time since it wasn’t written down anywhere in there either – which made sense, the bots staffing the place probably just had that kind of information memorized. He was forced to resort to going down the hall and pressing the button to open every door to check and immediately closing it if it wasn’t the right room all the while hoping that the night warden would continue to not show up.

Every minute that passed Bender became more and more convinced that Fry was probably dead. Roberto was a stab-happy maniac with no love for humans. He’d probably proceeded to slice Fry to bits the moment they’d been locked in together. Stupid humans and their stupid fragile squishy bodies. And stupid Fry in particular for being cute and endearing and then getting himself locked in a small room with someone who’d have a fun time killing him. … Okay so maybe that wasn’t Fry’s fault. Maybe this whole situation was more Bender’s fault for being the one who…

Like every other duo he’d interrupted tonight both Roberto and Fry froze as their door opened. Out of habit, Bender almost immediately pressed the open/close button again but stopped himself just in time.

“Bender!” Fry said doing nothing to try to hide the relief in his voice. “Boy am I glad to see you.” He was pressed back into the corner of the room, looking dirty and ragged as he’d been ever since they’d ended up here. He was bleeding now too; a rather nasty looking cut on the side of his face oozed blood and there were a quite a few cuts visible on his arms too, mostly on his forearms from obvious attempts to shield himself from Roberto’s knife.

“What do you want?” Roberto asked, giving Bender a suspicious glare. He still held his knife up, its edge dripping with Fry’s blood.

“Uh…” Now that Bender was here, he wasn’t really sure what to do. Considering how very alive Fry still clearly was, his worry had perhaps been unwarranted. But then again if he hadn’t come than things could’ve and probably would’ve continued to escalate to a rather bad place so… “I need to talk to my meatbag.” Extending an arm, he grabbed Fry by the wrist and pulled him out past Roberto, earning a small pathetic squeal of fear from Fry. Before Roberto could try to follow him out, Bender pressed the button again, closing the door in his face.

“I thought he was going to kill me,” Fry said, still shaking. “Thanks for saving me. Now let’s the get the fuck out of here.” He took a step and then paused to look back at Bender, desperation on his face. “Uh… how do we get out?”

Bender hadn’t exactly been planning on escaping tonight, he’d just wanted to make sure Roberto wouldn’t kill Fry. And breaking out of places was always substantially harder than breaking in. Also if they got caught trying to break out they’d be thrown in solitary confinement for who knows how long? Which was the last thing Fry needed right now since humans needed water and food or they’d die. So… “The easiest way to get out is to give them what they want. Convince them you think you’re a robot and they’ll let you out no problem.” It would also guarantee he wasn’t immediately thrown back in if he was caught for another crime later on.

“But I’m not!”

Bender shrugged, going back to pretending he didn’t care. “Just act like robot and they’ll…”

“I can’t! I’m on the verge of going crazy here. I haven’t properly slept in… days? Weeks? I didn’t even fucking know any more. So I just… I… I can’t.” Fry needed to be let out of here sooner rather than later. Ugh, stupid fragile humans.

“Shut up before someone hears you.”

Fry whimpered and huddled closer. “Please Bender! I got to get out of here.” At least he was finally whispering now.

“I know.” And Bender had to find a way to solve this because he cared way more than he ever wanted to admit even to himself but it was too late to stop now. “Just uh… temporarily convince yourself you’re a robot and that should get you let out in no time. You already said you’re going crazy, right? Just embrace it for a bit.”

“You really think that’ll work?”

Bender had no idea but repeating a lie often enough always made it feel truer, meaning it could theoretically work so… “Yeah totally.”

“Okay I’ll uh… try that then. … I’m not going back in there with Roberto though, he’d kill me for sure.”

“I know. Come on.” He looped his arm through Fry’s and started them walking down the hall. “You can switch rooms with me tonight. I got a new roommate tonight too. They’re an insane welding unit who’s been driving me crazy. They’re physically harmless though so you should be fine.” And Bender could put up with Roberto for a little while. It might even be fun.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

8. mystery

Mysteries at their very core are questions we have and are not answered. Questions that relentlessly itch at the back of one’s mind that cannot be scratched no matter how hard we search for them. While Inkwell ‘Inky’ or ‘the Ink Demon’ Drew never thought twice about his prophet’s oddities when he was his servant, he sure as hell was bothered by them when the masked maestro became his foe. (Set in FIFE au, timeline intentionally kept vague for spoiler reasons.)

“AAAAURRRRGHH!!”

The Ink demon screamed his head off out of frustration, ripping up false leads and throwing the confetti-fied papers into the air, bathing himself in a shower of failures and frustration. He then slammed a small, ink stained toy Bendy meant to represent Sammy down on a map of the united states, a long with an inkwell with a custom topper (shaped like his own face and body, as it was meant to represent him), A mud-stained Alice Angel doll with the halo ripped off (Allison’s rep), and a one-armed Boris toy (Tom).

He then slammed his fists over the map and plush toys over and over again instead of working on making strategies, not that anyone could blame him knowing that the former prophet had grown skilled in the arts of bullshitting his way out of situations by bullshitting himself into other situation.

“HOW IS HE- err... HOW IS IT DOING THIS?!” He buried his face in his now perfectly matched cartoon hands. “Sure, it had the lead at first, that was a given because nobody even knew it was gone until it was too late, But now?! SERIOUSLY?! HOW IS THAT STUPID EX-PROPHET OF MINE EVADING AND OUTSMARTING US AT EVERY TWIST AND TURN POSSIBLE?! HOW IS HE RUNNING CIRCLES AROUND US AND EVEN TAKING THE TIME TO TAUNT US?! IT’S A MENTALLY UNSTABLE MASKED MUSICIAN WHO’S OBSESSED WITH SHEEP FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I THOUGHT THAT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY!”

Henry, clearly woken up by the Ink Demon’s very loud shit talking his ex and wallowing in despair, wandered into the kitchen that Inky temporarily turned into his base of operation. The animator, still not awake enough to deal with this, fixed himself and the Ink demon up some midnight snacks (well, closer to 2 am snacks, but who would stop them, night snack cops?)

As the man sat down at the table, the demon leaned against him.

“Heeeeeeeeenrrrrrryyyyyyy... You’re a smart cookie and you’ve probably befriended it in several timelines. How do I get it baaaaaaaaack..?”

“The ink machine? I don’t know, guess it’s up to keeping your eyes on the news peeled and getting lucky. Sammy? Well, I don’t think you can, Inky.” Henry stated as he bit into a bologna and spray cheese sandwich. “One of the less fun parts of redemption is having to accept that not everyone can or will forgive you, especially when you’ve hurt them deeply enough and the wound’s still fresh on their end. I don’t think that Sammy’s ever going to want to see you again, unless it’s to beat you to a pulp.”

“PffftHAHAHHA! Do... do you think I cry myself to sleep over Sammy leaving me or something? That I actually MISS him?”

Henry stared at the demon blankly and raised an eyebrow of disbelief while the ink Demon’s jack-o-lantern like smile wavered.

“...Do you really think I do that?”

“Well, for someone who’s ‘completely over it and never liked it in the first place.’, you’re the most invested out of any of us in bringing him back here.  And this isn’t the first time you’ve woken me up over Sammy, it’s just the first time you haven’t been woken the house up by flooding the house with the sheer force of your eyes alone.”

The Ink demon made an embarrassed face and cleared his throat, trying to brush it off.

“Well no, I’m not looking for reconciliation between us or anything, I mean, how do I bring it back here so that it doesn’t either accidentally or intentionally use its weird abilities to &%#@ the world over?”

“I... still don’t know that pal.” Henry took another bite. “Sammy might not think like a normal person does, but it’s actually pretty smart and fast on its feet, and As the prophet, it seems to be great at finding abstract solutions to problems. I’d hate to sound like a defeatist, but it seems like the best thing to do is prepare for the worst and hope for the best.”

“BUT HE NEVER WAS THIS COMPETENT BACK IN THE LOOPS!”

“We aren’t in the loops anymore, Inkwell.” Henry sighed. “None of us are bound to scripts written by someone who hated our guts.”

“Okay fine. But how does this explain the teleporting?”

“...The what?”

“Teleporting! I brushed it off back in the loops but he’s doing it more and more and I’m getting really annoyed. I gave it SOME perks that only come with being my prophet, but not TELEPORTING, I’m not an idiot. And I’m like, 58-93 percent sure Joey didn’t do it either..? On one hand: he’d TOTALLY give Sammy teleporting powers JUST to peeve me off. On the other hand: WHY WOULD HE HAND GIFT SAMMY THE ABILITY TO FREELY WALK OUT OF THE LOOP WHENEVER IT %&#@ING WANTED?!”

The Ink Demon snatched a sandwich off the pile and angrily bit into it. Meanwhile behind the both of them, a dark robed figure wearing a featureless white mask wandered into the kitchen.

“I want to stay mad, but this is a really good sandwich.”

“Thank you.”

The figure looked through the pantry before pulling out a package of cookies with a sticky note written in Welsh on it. 

“Good evening freed bellwether, and decent enough evening to you, false shepherd.”

“Good Evening Sleep Paralysis demon that whispers of singing the song that rebirths the universe at the foot of my bed.” Henry deadpanned.

“G’Evening masked stranger who somehow teleported into our house and has a voice and mannerisms that are suspiciously identical to my missing ex-prophet.”

The cloaked figure sat down at the table with them and passed its sleeve over the cookie package while whispering something neither of them could make out, this apparently broke a magic seal on the cookies that neither of them knew about.

The Ink demon wordlessly offered a sandwich to the figure, who hesitantly accepted it and gave a few cream and cookie sandwiches in return.

For a handful of minutes, the trio ate their food in silence until the dots in the Ink Demon’s brain connected.

“Hey wait a *$@#ing minute... SAMMY LAWRENCE?!”

“...Oh Shit.”

“Inky...” Henry grabbed onto the Ink Demon’s elbow. “Before you do anything ask yourself if 

The figure froze for several tense seconds, slowly closed up the cookie package, hid it in its robes, raised the sandwich to his face as if taking a bite out of it when the mask covered its entire face and had no hole in it for it to eat out of, and it BOLTED with the sandwich stuck on where its mouth would be.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME?!” The Ink demon shouted after as he gave chase. “WHY IS YOUR SKIN BROWN?! WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE SKIN?! WHERE’D YOU STICK THE INK MACHINE?! HOW DO YOU COME BACK WHEN YOU’RE SUPPOSEDLY LIVING IT UP IN EUROPE?! WHY DO OTHER PEOPLE KNOW YOU WHEN THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STUDIO?! HOW DO YOU EAT WHILE WEARING A FULL FACE MASK WITH NO HOLES IN IT?!”

Not answering any of those questions, the masked figure ran like mad with the full force of the inky typhoon at its heels, the latter tearing through everything behind it and the demon conducting it still shouted questions as he chased his prey.

“HOW THE %*#@ DO YOUR ABILITIES WORK?! WHAT’S WITH ALL THE PLANT $#*! YOU’VE BEEN DOING?! AND WHAT’S WITH ALL THE GREEK AND BIBLICAL MYTHS IN YOUR BASES?! DOES MUSIC EFFECT YOUR MAGICAL ABILITIES OR NOT?! DO YOU EVEN HAVE MAGIC OR ARE YOU JUST REALLY $(@*ING GOOD AT SLIGHT OF HAND STUFF NOW?!”

The pair briefly paused to open the window without breaking it, climbed through, the figure reminded the Ink Demon to close it on the other side, and the pair continued to LEG IT and the Demon continued to shout questions.

“WHY DO YOU EVEN COME BACK WHEN YOU ALWAYS LEAVE WITHOUT EXPLANATION?!”

He shouted to the empty air, completely losing the figure to the outside wilderness and being answered by nothing but the echo of his own question.

“W-why...” The demon slunk down to the grassy floor. “Why does my chest hurt so much when I think about us and how we used to be?”

“I’m pretty sure that feeling is guilt.” Henry offered as he threw a blanket over the disheartened demon’s shoulders.

“YEah..” The demon’s voice cracked with emotion. “ThAT’s probably it...” he sniffled.

“C’mon.” Henry brought the demon back up to his (feet? foot? tail?) brought the demon off the ground. “Let’s go back inside.”

“...Hey Henry?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you can answer the other questions I have for Sammy too?”

“Some of them, maybe.”

As the pair walked back to their house, the masked figure let out a sigh of relief.

[annerly-san]

Progression - [Chapter 2: Limits]

Primary Character Pairing: Choso x Reader/Female OC Story Summary: Life is never stagnant. It progresses and changes as does the people who live through it. Like a complex differential equation, it twists and curves with its ups and downs with each person having their own unique curve. But for her, the rate at which she progressed in life was zero as she moved linearly despairingly with no end in sight. That was until she met a cursed spirit who set her life back in progression. Chapter Navigation: Previous Chapter

“He said that we could test out our new forms, didn’t he, Nii-san?” The flesh-colored curse spoke this time. “As long as we bring her back alive, right?” It sighed. “I’m not too keen on hurting her since we weren’t told to do so.”

While the sentience of the curses surprised her, the sentiment that they expressed bewildered her slightly. It was strange for a curse to not only not bear open hostility against sorcerers such as herself, but it was also strange for the curse to express itself in a sentient way with some resemblance of human emotion.

“Don’t worry, Eso. We won’t have to as long as she comes along with us willingly,” the human one answered.

“Nii-San, Nii-San, I want to play with her, Choso-nii~,” the turquoise one whined as he looked towards the one named, ‘Choso’, with as much emotion the strange curse could emote with his features.

“Be careful, Kechizu. She’s supposedly a Grade 2 sorcerer. Eso and I will be here if you need us.”

At the command, the turquoise curse launched itself at her and she immediately activated Differential and applied a derivative to the constant speed at which the curse was traveling to freeze him in place.

“E-eh? Nii-san, I’m frozen!” Despite that, the curse then bubbled up something within its mouth and she instinctively moved to evade the onslaught of blood splatter that was spewed her way.

The splatter of red fluid on the ground oozed with a strange pungency. It was potentially corrosive or poisonous, and she elected that it would serve her best interest to avoid it at the moment.

Her hand gripped at the pocket at her side and fingers found the touch of cool metal clinkering softly within its pouch.

Grasping at the wrapped handle, she pulled out an interlocking series of metal links and a pair of throwing knives.

While the other two curses stood a ways back from the turquoise one that had charged at her initially, this situation was dynamic and a confrontation between all four individuals was bound to happen.

A sudden strike of red pierced the ground at her feet just where she had been standing moments harkened the intervention of the second curse.

“Kechizu, are you alright?” the disfigured flesh-colored one had gotten to the turquoise curse and was in the process of helping him become unstuck.

“Uuuu-, Eso-nii, I’m stuckkkk-. Oh wait, I’m not anymore-”

The three seemed to share a familial bond considering their constant reference to one another as brothers from what she had observed so far. While the question of curse relationships may prove insightful for identification and research, she was more preoccupied with the present state of the battle in front of her.

Kechizu-- the turquoise one-- as he was called, was stuck in place due to her derivative. He would remain as such until she released the technique, and she wasn’t intending on doing that anytime soon. The curse seemed to be the weakest of the trio with the range of abilities involving spewing what seemed to be corrosive blood from his mouth.

Eso -- the disfigured flesh colored one-- seemed to be significantly stronger in terms of his ability and mobility. The launching strikes that he seemed to fling from wing-like lattices on his back were incredibly more precise and potent than that of his younger brother.

Both he and Kechizu were out of her range now that she had stepped back to evade that initial attack; slight remorse at not applying a derivative on him to hinder his movement simmered in the back of her mind.

Though that was not her main concern.

Her main concern was the eldest brother of the group, Choso. The most human looking one of the bunch and the most calm. He had been standing back in observation and she could tell at this distance that he had the most cursed energy of the three. His intervention would be detrimental to her chances at victory in this fight.

The curses began to speak.

“It looks like what he had said was right. Her abilities are primarily stopping things in place,” she heard the eldest brother muse from afar.

‘Stopping things in place?’

Her ability was more nuanced than that; however, that comment in addition to the earlier one on her rank as a second-grade rather than a semi-first grade showed that the three had an outdated source of information.

This was advantageous for her.

Though the lack of information regarding her ability did set her ahead slightly, she was still at the overall disadvantage of having three special-grade curses in front of her in addition to not knowing what the extent of their techniques and abilities are.

Her limits needed consideration.

Differential’s effective range was five meters with the technique of stopping the rate of movement being instinctual and without thought. Her maximum application of Differential is five concurrent techniques, though the time limit on her holding the skill was contingent upon the complexity of the change she wanted accomplished.

The cool touch of the weapons in her hands helped to lay out the framework of her next attack. They were two sets of rather simple cursed tools that worked in tandem to accommodate her lack of effective technique range. The first was a nine-section whip chain that enabled the extension of her effective Differential range at its furthest swing point when she applies cursed energy through it; the second was a set of two throwing knives which have the ability to store and apply a user’s cursed techniques regardless of the range.

She set herself up.

Leaping backwards to set a fair distance between herself and the curses, she quickly flung the two throwing knives before applying Derivative to temporarily freeze them in its trajectory. Quickly prepping, she moved forward with her chain swinging at a constantly increasing rate and subtly applied Differential to it as she approached the curses.

The sudden change in hostility and engagement from her end caused all three curses to shift in their demeanor.

The turquoise one, Kechizu, was readying himself to launch at her. Perfect.

The second one, Eso, had a wing-like lattice of bloodwork spewing from his back-- no doubt ready to launch and pierce at her at a given time.

The last one was concerning. While he had stood quietly on the sidelines in observation prior, he now stood with his arms extended and his hands clapped together. From this distance, she saw small spheres of what also seemed to be blood.

A tense silence fell between them as each one of them observed one another like a hawk.

She quickly sidestepped and dashed back.

As anticipated, Kechizu launched himself at her and she waited for him to fall within anticipated trajectory before adjusting the derivative on one of her throwing knives from zero to a hundred kilometers per second. The knife pierced the side of the curse and he let out a bellowing cry as he was frozen in midair.

“KECHIZU!” the curse’s name was simultaneously cried out by the other two.

Eso, the ones sprouting the wings, launched a barrage of his blood at her while she dodged and evaded its path.

The swing of her chain allowed for her to subtly slow the rate of the pursing wings, but the collision of the chain against the blood lattice caused the liquid to burst from its form and splatter everywhere. Droplets got onto her skin as she felt it burn at her flesh. Quickly wiping it away with the sleeve of her shirt before ripping the garment and tossing it aside, she dodged three more wing lattices that had been sent her way.

The eldest brother was in her peripheral vision; he stood in the same stance, though he had been positioning himself to face her as she moved.

Eso had closed the distance between the two of them sufficiently and she began to sidestep back to where she had hoped to lure him to in order to send the second knife at him.

As soon as he stepped in the appropriate spot, she started to adjust the rate of the throwing knife when a sudden voice made her stop dead in her tracks.

“Piercing blood.”

Too fast.

She barely registered the bullet of blood that had been shot her way and a sharp pain blossomed in her right shoulder.

The attack and injury led to stumbling as she clumsily dodged a few more of Eso’s attacks before successfully managing to put some distance between herself and the other two curses.

The injury throbbed and an immense pain was struck in her nerves as it burned in radiating waves across her right side.

“I’m sure that you realize that our blood is poisonous by now.” Choso, having remained impassive up until now, had stepped up to his younger brother and glanced to the side to see if his youngest one was doing alright.

The turquoise curse had stopped screaming and had long since healed the dagger wound, but was frozen in place with the knife stuck and embedded in his side.

“Nii-san, I’m stuck…” the curse whined sadly as he flailed his limbs around in the air.

“I know. Are you healed? Does it hurt?”

“No… doesn’t hurt…”

The two older brothers seemed relieved by the state of their younger one.

“That knife might be a problem, Nii-san.” Eso spoke up as he glanced at his older brother. “While it might not do much in terms of immediate damage, if it hits, we’re going to be left susceptible.”

Choso nodded. His response was too quiet and low for her to hear, but it was difficult to concentrate on their words with the amount of pain erupting from the wound on her shoulder.

She had four applications of Differential left at her disposal. Undoing the one on the youngest curse would not be in her best interest, and she felt bitter at having gotten so severely injured without making further progress on the two stronger curses.

The rate at which the poison, pain, and injury spreads will need to stop here. Grabbing the throwing knife from the air, she undid the Differential applied to it and applied it to the rate of her injury’s progression before it got any worse. The pain was still present, but it was tolerable for now.

Three Differentials left.

She stood back up much to the two brothers’ surprise and began to swing the chain around.

Considering what was shown thus far, the brothers have the ability to launch and manipulate poisonous blood with the precision, accuracy, and speed of the two differing with the age gap between them.

She took her stance.

The battle will have to move to closer combat.

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Mahito had said that the girl wouldn’t be too much of an issue to bring back since all three brothers were going on this simple mission.

From what was known about her and how it was explained, the essence of her ability seemed to be stopping things in place much like Satoru Gojo’s Infinity. It made sense for an ability that was a derivative of the main Gojo technique.

Choso narrowed his eyes at the sorcerer in front of him— sight wandering from the quickly rotating chain in her left hand, to the throwing knives in her right, and finally to her stance — guarded and ready to attack at a given moment.

“Nii-san, the poison doesn’t seem to be affecting her too much. I didn’t hear anything about poison resistance from those curses,” Eso commented to him in a low voice.

“It seems that our information was outdated. Her abilities are that of a first-grade sorcerer at the very least.”

The knives were bothering him.

When she had thrown them earlier, it wasn’t going nearly as fast as it did when it hit Kechizu. It was faster.

The realization of her ability clicked for him.

“Eso…” he muttered lowly to his brother. “She can change the speed of things.”

“Changing the speed-?”

“She’s able to stop the speed of things moving like she did with those knives and Kechizu, but she’s also able to make things move faster and slower too.”

Considering how fast Eso had launched his wing king attack, she wouldn’t have been able to evade that easily unless she was also capable of slowing the blood down as it approached her.

“She’s approaching her limit though. Considering that Kechizu is still stuck in place, she’s using a good amount of effort in maintaining that,” Choso began to say aloud. “She’s also probably slowing the speed at which the poison in our blood is spreading. That’s why she’s not kneeling over completely yet.”

He looked over at Kechizu who had given up on flailing around and simply hung in mid-air with a strange contentment to him. Choso sighed. His hands clasped together to activate Convergence as the drop of blood condensed to its limit and was prepared to instantaneously fly at his command.

He took a few steps forward.

“We’re here to bring you back with us. If you want to continue this little fight, then by all means.” Choso didn’t care too much for engaging in a fight with the sorcerer, but given how the four of them started off their initial interactions, it most likely can’t be avoided at this point. Kechizu was fine at the moment, but he wasn’t keen on putting either one of his brothers at risk of injury if he could help it. He felt Eso take a similar stance beside him.

“I don’t think you gave me a choice in this to begin with.” The response was soft spoken, but held a tenacious tone.

The air between them was tense as both sides awaited the other’s move.

It broke with the chain throw.

The spinning metal chain came launching at Eso and Choso with great speed and it took a significant amount of effort and luck to avoid the barreling weapon.

Choso evaded and looked back at the sorcerer.

She was gone.

His eyes widened as the intense presence of cursed energy swelled and manifested behind him.

“Sh-“

A hard blow hit him against the arms as a strong, swift kick came at his way. He had barely the chance to throw up his arms to block, but it came in the nick of time.

Choso was sent flying a ways back.

His body throbbed with a strange resonating pain. He had no time to glare at the sorcerer as she immediately came to hurl a barrage of blows at him with a speed he wasn’t able to process fully.

Blood rushed in his ears as he instinctively moved to manipulate the blood contained in his body.

Flowing Red Scale: Stack.

The enhancement of his senses and physical strength enabled him to parry her to the best of his ability, though she landed several hits on him.

Choso winced.

They were reinforced with cursed energy and the original kick sent his way had injured his arm to a certain extent. She was wearing some sort of metal shin guard — the armor had given an extra layer of damage.

Eso had been using his Wing King attacks— careful as to not hit Choso, but she was moving much too quickly for either one of them to land a hit in.

‘She’s using her ability to increase her speed,’ Choso noted. He was pushing Flowing Red Scale to its limit as well with him barely keeping up with her to avoid any lethal blows. ‘I doubt that she can keep this up much longer with keeping Kechizu in place and preventing the poison from her wounds from seeping too much.’

Eso was on the offensive with his long-ranged Wing King attacks while Choso kept her occupied in physical combat with his Flowing Red Scale.

It was a war of attrition. This would be won by both Choso and Eso in the end. They would outlast her. In terms of cursed energy, they were incomparable as special grade curses, and in terms of overall advantage, they outnumbered her.

She would lose this war of stamina and endurance.

Choso blocked another punch and jumped back to avoid the sweep kick she sent.

Eso touched down on the ground and a barrage of the blood lattice was sent their way.

A defining moment.

Choso locked eyes with her as he raised his arms defensively to block and parry her incoming blows. Eso’s blood was hurdling her way and he needed to keep her occupied with him just a moment more so that Eso would land the hit or cause a distraction that would allow Choso to gain the upper hand.

His eyes bore intently into her own as he watched the world around him still to a halt.

He blinked.

And blinked again.

Everything was frozen.

“CHOSO-NII!!!”

Kechizu’s scream sounded out in his frozen world.

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She had thought that the curses had solely long to mid-range attacks. Considering the blood lattice and the blood bullet that was sent her way early on in the fight, she figured that a close range combat would take her opponents off guard and turn the tides of the battle in her favor.

Flinging the chain was the first distraction. The rate of its spin and hurtle were increased as she discarded the weapon to favor a more personal close-quarter combat with her knife and fists. The long weapon would only risk more blood spilling to poison and corrode at her.

Differential activated on her body as she rushed forward. Pushing herself to accelerate at the fastest rate her body can feasibly handle, she managed to get behind the most troublesome curse and sent a strong kick his way.

Channeling her cursed energy into the blow, she let out an irritated sigh as he had managed to get his arms up in time to block it.

She dodged the blood lattice springing her way and leapt forward and accelerated once more.

The metal braces that she wore on her forearms and shins were heavy, though they came to pay off in instances such as this.

Momentum.

While the initial startup of running, throwing a punch, or kicking was slow due to the weight of the metal, it allowed for acceleration and her adjustment of it to make things unbelievably fast.

She wondered if she had picked the right curse to go after a few exchanges of blows.

The strange black stripe on the curses’s nose had transformed into a line with arrows at the end and a vertical deviation that ran up to the curse’s eyes. He was adept at close-combat.

Another blood lattice blow was evaded as she continued to bombard the humanoid curse in front of her with punches and kicks.

He dodged again and the realization that this would be a race of endurance became abundantly clear to her. If it became as such, this would be a battle that she would definitely lose.

The flesh-colored curse behind her was on a constant barrage of blood.

She decided that he was the more pressing threat.

But she doubted that the one in front of her would allow for her to switch targets so easily. The versatility of his combat range had surprised her, but it was a given that she would instantly lose the battle if he were to send one of those blood bullets at her again. She doubt that she can catch the orb in time to apply Differential and she wouldn’t be able to maintain a constant radius of the ability with her usage of it on so many things at the moment.

She needed to take his attention away.

The first time she realized the extent of her ability application was when she had overheard a conversation at the engineering department on a mission to eliminate a curse at a college in the city.

“You know why engineering, math, and physics is so hard? It’s because we’re trying to find a way to describe the natural world using equations! Everything can be described by some equation. Some of them are easy, others are hard. And it’s precisely for that reason that we’re needed in the world.” It was an engineering professor at the university talking to his colleague.

She liked the Professor.

Coming up to him later once the mission was done and reported, he had welcomed her into the lecture hall under the impression that she was a high schooler exploring the various majors and fields for college later on down the road. It was a fair assumption as she had just begun as a first year student at Tokyo Tech.

“We can’t truly ever find a completely perfect equation for everything in the world, Gojo-Chan.” She had tailed after him once his Differential Equations class had ended. “But we use these equations to model what actually happens in order to understand and control the things that would seemingly be out of our hands.”

She could see equations and numbers everywhere after that.

And with that, her ability blossomed as an entire realm of possibility was opened to her.

While the perception of vision is a complex system of the light’s reflection in the eye, transmission through the optic nerve, and processing in the brain, she could model the eye’s rate of perception as constant.

The rate at which you see is constant.

She took the derivative of that.

The humanoid curse froze in anticipation for a blow that would never come. His world would appear frozen. And that was exactly what she needed.

Taking away his eyesight, reducing the rate of perception in his eyes to zero, she quickly spun around and bolted towards the flesh-colored curse with the blood lattice wings.

His eyes widened in surprise at her sudden change in course, but was quick to gather himself back into an defensive stance rather than his previous offensive one.

Though it wouldn’t matter much.

The throwing knife was in her hand and she would hurl it at him as a distraction.

He would know what the risk of getting hit by the knife entailed with how his younger brother had gotten frozen in place.

It flung forward with a trajectory aiming at his right side.

He moved left to dodge just as she anticipated.

The opening gave her a means to act upon her true intent.

Hovering equations and constants floated in front of her eyes as she honed in on the specific rate she wanted to adjust. It was crucial to select the appropriate one.

A linear equation by the stomach of the curse caught her eye.

Considering the variables in the split second it took for her to reach out with a hand and touch him, she knew it was the correct one.

It was the equation that governed his progression as a manifested curse.

The derivative of the equation was shown to her as she changed the rate of manifestation into a negative value— driving the curse back in time to his unmanifested form.

A fetal form was revealed to her, and she came to the dreadful realization that the object was one of the special grade objects— a Cursed Womb: Death Painting. The school had these in their possessions as objects which could not be destroyed due to their properties as special grade objects. Chills ran down her spine as she carefully clutched it in her hands. These must have been stolen. She gulped. The context of the situation was more severe than she had originally thought.

A piercing scream rang out— interrupting her stupor.

It was the curse that was frozen in place.

The hairs on her arms rose as her senses rang amok to signal impending danger. In a panic, she dashed forward and ducked as the humanoid curse rapidly gathered particles of blood and began firing them in haphazard directions.

Many were far off.

But relief at their miss was short-lived as the moment they drew close, they exploded into a million smaller pieces.

She couldn’t count how many had hit her as excruciatingly painful stings of the blood resonated throughout her body.

Her concentration dropped.

Differential disappeared.

Consequences emerged from the aftermath.

The humanoid curse blinked several times as he regained his sight.

The turquoise one fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Her wounds began to flow and the effects of the poison began to seep into her from the outside in.

Fortunately, the curse she had unmanifested remained as such for reasons unknown to her.

Her eyes were blurry and a high pitched ringing was deafening her ears. Somehow, she was on the ground. The world spun about her disorientingly.

A large blur of white and black was approaching her, but she was unsure as to where it was.

It was most likely that humanoid curse.

All of her Differential was off now, and her cursed energy was almost negligible.

She can try for one more.

As the curse approached, she squinted and breathed deeply.

Seven meters.

Six meters.

Five meters.

He was in range.

Equations and constants bombarded her senses again as she hastily tried to find a similar linear equation stuck near the center of the curse’s body.

Eyes widening slightly as she caught the blurred image of one, she quickly applied Differential and took its derivative.

The rate of the equation was changed to a large negative value, but she could not manage to hold onto her technique for much longer than she had.

Differential dissipated and she heard a small thump by her legs.

She couldn’t check to see if it worked.

The ringing in her ears were so loud. The world spinning around so quick was making her nauseous. The pain in her body was hot, scorching, and throbbing with an overwhelming intensity.

Weights bore down on her body as she drowned in a surrealistic trance of what was happening around her.

If this was it for her, then she hoped that acknowledgement of this biased situation would be considered before her corpse would be burned and forgotten as though she never mattered in the first place.

A low aching in her chest and a bitterness in her mouth were the last things she felt before it all went cold and dark.

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She’s the Alpha (Owen Grady x Reader) .8

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Sorry if there are typos! Enjoy <3

   The meeting had ended and Y/n was full of questions as well as clear opinions on the park. The meeting had consisted of mostly appealing to endorsers rather than the actual functions of the park. A business representative of InGen and the Hammond Foundation stood up on the stage talking about things such as what funding would do for the park and how globally impactful their contributions would be. The speakers had essentially summed up their colorful talk with the conclusion that investors would not be giving money to the park, but to their own future, because the park would supposedly triple their investments. Y/n didn't care to hear about such details, if anything they would only be put down as negative comments in her review. Mr. Masrani had stood from his seat and walked to the stage where he announced that the tour would begin shortly. 

"We now have a personal tour available for VIP park goers. A tour that is led, by yours truly. To fully see what you will be investing in I would like to demonstrate this personal tour."

A group of Jurassic World workers came out from the back and began passing headsets to the people in the meeting room.

He then was handed a headset and battery pack from a Jurassic World employee before putting it on and tapping the headset mic. 

"Can you hear me?" He smiled.

Y/n and the rest of the meeting attendees were then escorted through tall double doors that had been unveiled by a curtain, Mr. Masrani in the lead.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Mr. Masrani said, "our first stop will be the John Hammond Creation lab. Here visitors can see our very own dinosaurs being made. Each specimen is unique and different, all special in their own unique ways." 

The group proceeded down a long hallway. Mr. Masrani had said these were like backstage doors that employees use to move around the park quicker. It was easier than having to travel through hordes of excited travelers. It also kept the group out of the heat, an attribute Y/n was thankful for.

Upon entering the creation lab Y/n was splendidly surprised to see that no visitors were in the corridors. 

"The creation is temporarily closed for now, as we are in here for the tour, but when we move on to our next stop it will be open again."

Y/n observed through the glass as she watched the scientists take notes and press buttons on computers. Others held syringes and injected them into tubes. Somewhere operating machines. There were white machines mixing chemicals together, but what intrigued Y/n the most, were the white tables full of nests. They had eggs in them. Dinosaur eggs. Real, dinosaur eggs. Nearly forgetting her professionalism Y/n had to refrain from pushing herself up against the glass to take a closer look at them. 

"My lead scientist Dr. Henry Wu will be joining us for this part of the tour."

Upon his name being called a man stepped out from behind the glass walls, a smile on his face. "Hello everyone, as Mr. Masrani said I am Dr. Henry Wu. Lead scientist of Jurassic World."

He then went into a spiel about dinosaur genetics and the creation of dinosaur DNA that nearly sounded rehearsed. Y/n did not need to listen to his dumbed down version of dinosaur genetic history, she heard enough of it from her father and college professors. Dr. Wu's eyes were scanning the crowd as he spoke, making sure to have direct eye contact with each individual. When his eyes did not meet with Y/n's, as she was staring through the glass at the eggs, he lingered for a bit more on her face before pausing his rehearsed lines.

"Dr. Grant."

Hearing her name called she looked towards the front to see Dr. Wu staring directly at her.

Henry addressed her again. "I didn't know we would be visited by such a renowned guest. You seem to be taking an interest in the eggs.” He gave her a modest grin.

Taken aback to being singled out of the crowd Y/n cleared her throat and replied. "Yes Dr. Wu, they intrigue me very much. It's astounding to see how far in technology we have come."

"Indeed Dr. Grant we have." Henry turned to Simon. "Mr. Masrani, you all came just in time for the hatching of one of our new triceratops. If it's all the same to you I would like Dr. Grant to join me in the lab for this special occasion." 

With a nod of his head Mr. Masrani replied, "If she is willing, I don’t see any harm in doing so." 

Of course the two men only had one thing in mind and it wasn't for Y/n to enrich her knowledge as a paleontologist, but rather to increase her good review on the park as an author. Out of all the people attending the park her review would be the one of the most highly respected and anticipated accounts yet. They had no choice but to ensure the park would get high ratings from her. 

"Dr. Grant?" Dr. Wu turned back to her for approval. 

Stunned by the conversation she just witnessed and the grand opportunity offered, she almost stuttered a reply. “I’m truly honored. I would be delighted.”

Dr. Wu nodded his head. “Right this way.” He gestured to the door he came from.

Y/n stepped forward into the lab with Dr. Wu trailing behind her. The lab was a marvel, that was obvious. Its stark white with blue accents suited the mood. There were shelves of plants, amphibians, and reptiles lining the far walls. Flat screens hung on the walls with x-rays of what looked to be a scanning of something on the cellular level. It was a busy room to say the least. Assistants carrying test tubes and doctors on computers conversing with their peers. It was a sight to behold, but nothing compared to the incubator Y/n was guided to. 

Y/n’s mind began to spiral as she tried to memorize every detail of the sight in front of her.  The incubator had 19 rounded out slots with a heating lamp directly above the eggs. They were off-white and rather awkwardly round in shape, but beautiful nonetheless. Some eggs were lightly dusted with spots; some were bigger than the rest. Compared to the other incubators in the room, these eggs were small. If Y/n didn’t know better she would think they were chicken eggs. A wave of something Y/n could only describe as pure pride washed over her, drenching her in emotion so vivid that it was hard to hide. For nearly all of her adult life she had worked and studied to finally live up to this moment, a moment that she earned. There were no other words that Y/n could think to convey what she was feeling other than astounded. Her heart began to beat fast with anticipation as questions and hypotheses flooded her head. What temperature do the eggs need to properly  develop? How are the eggs conceived? Do Jurassic World scientists gather the eggs themselves? How long are the eggs incubated? When will they hatch? Who imprints on them when they are hatched? 

Just as she thought her would beat out of her chest, it stopped. It was just barely there, but it was visible. A tiny crack, followed by a bigger one, then another, and another, until a little foot poked out. After that came the beak. Y/n was in awe as the hatchling began to claw its way out the egg.

“It’s beautiful,” was all she could say.

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Ready for Love

Written based on the Jerza moments in Ch. 63 of 100 years quest, for celebrating Jerza Day 2020.

Rated: K+

Words: 2.8+

FFN 

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"We haven't brawled in a while, Elfman!" Natsu exclaimed. Although he hadn't fully recovered from his fight with Aldoron, his enthusiasm for a match with his comrade was as strong as ever.

"Manly!" Elfman roared, and accepted Natsu's challenge by punching his face.

"Hahaha, not bad! But mine is even stronger!"

Like always, a supposedly dual match between them soon turned into a group fight as Gray and Gajeel got dragged into half-voluntarily.

While there were guildmates who enjoyed watching their fight and cheering for them, some others, like Lucy, Cana and Mira, preferred having their own fun, drinking and chatting at the other corner of the room.

But there was one guild member who had not engaged in any of these group activities.

Sitting alone by the window, Erza looked up at the moonlit sky as her mind drifted off to Jellal who had appeared unexpectedly together with her guild in Drasil but was currently absent on the occasion. Her guild had been partying for three nights straight in the pub, and not one time had Jellal shown his face. It wasn't like she thought he had done anything wrong for not turning up. In fact, no one from Fairy Tail had officially invited him to join the party. Her guildmates hadn't thought about inviting him, simply because they saw him like a member and assumed that he would naturally join them. And when she tried to look for him to check if he would be coming, he was always nowhere to be found. She hoped it was just a coincidence but not him trying to avoid her.

But she also wouldn't be too surprised if Jellal had been intentionally keeping a certain distance between himself and Fairy Tail. He probably didn't feel it was appropriate for him, a non-member, to get involved with the guild too much, acting like he belonged to and taking benefits from it. He was just stubborn like this sometimes. She wished that one day, he could accept that even though he was not a member, Fairy Tail, like her, would always welcome him with open arms. Even though he was an independent mage, it didn't mean he must stay alone all the time.

She didn't want to leave him alone too now they met again finally after months of separation. Erza glanced at her guildmates. Everyone was having a good time, in the company of friends or lovers. She supposed they wouldn't have a problem with her leaving the party earlier without informing them first. Not wanting to disturb her guildmates and raise any unnecessary attention, she got up and moved quietly, slowly, to the front door, and slipped out of it when she confirmed that no one was watching her.

The night breeze danced around her long red tresses as Erza strolled the main street of the town. Her eyes searched for passersby who might be Jellal, while she tried to figure out what place in this unfamiliar town Jellal might go to spend his private time. She would always pick the riverbank when she wanted to be alone but it was not necessarily Jellal's case. She then recalled that he had this practice of meeting her under the bridge when she worked for his guild temporarily as an investigator. He had once told her, he wished that one day he would no longer need to hide in the shadow of the bridge, but could walk on it freely and without the fear of being caught by the council to appreciate his surroundings as long as he wanted to.

She decided it would be a good start to look for Jellal from the nearest bridge, and summoned the tourist map from her requip space to look for its location. It was a canal bridge that was within twenty minutes of walking distance. According to the description, it was a touristic point too for it allowed people to appreciate not only the canal's beauty but also the historical buildings on the two townpaths connected by it.

Erza felt extremely lucky when she arrived at her first stop and saw a lone figure with a head of familiar blue hair standing on the canal bridge. He seemed to be deep in thought, leaning over the parapet and watching the water flowing under the bridge. She took a deep breath, then straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair messed by the night breeze earlier with her fingers, before she steadily walked towards the man she had been looking for.

He turned his head to her direction, sensing her presence before she called him. He was always sensitive to his surroundings.

"I thought I'd find you here, Jellal." Erza couldn't contain her satisfied smile as she greeted Jellal.

"Erza." Jellal returned her a gentle smile. He hadn't shown any hint of surprise at her sudden appearance as if he had prepared to meet her. "I can't be part of a guild-only occasion, right?"

"Nobody would mind." Erza told him simply but surely. His reason for his absence from the party was just like how she had guessed it. She could have given him more reasons on why he was wrong, but to lecture him and persuade him to join the party wasn't her purpose to find him. Nonetheless, she felt obligated to at least make it clear to him, being a Fairy Tail member herself, that he would always be welcomed to be part of the guild, member or not.

Jellal didn't express agreement nor talk back, but merely deepened his smile and held Erza's gaze as she came closer to him.

They broke their eye contact when Erza reached Jellal's side with not more than an arm's length distance left between them. Standing side-by-side, they fell into a comfortable silence as they switched their focus to the night view of the town expanded in front of them: the buildings on the either side of the canal looked warm and lively as lights of different colors emitting from the shops' and homes' windows brighten them up; the canal looked liked it was gold-plated as the water glimmered under the soft yellow light of the street lamps; and the sky was a spectacular backdrop of the town, being lighted up by the silver-white crescent moon and also countless diamond-like twinkling stars.

Erza thought the sight was quite a romantic one, and it felt dreamy to be able to enjoy it with Jellal in peace. They were always either apart from each other, or had some battles to fight when they met.

"It's been a while." She remarked lightly.

"Yeah…" Jellal answered simply, before he signed and did a facepalm. "But I have no memory of what happened while I was whited out." He sounded clearly worried and uncertain. "Did I do anything bad?"

"Um...um, well…" Erza could feel her face warming up as she recalled their earlier encounter. She didn't like lying to Jellal but she also really didn't know how she could tell him the truth. They would both be embarrassed to death if she told him everything honestly, that he had displayed practically no shame when he was whited out, becoming uncharacteristically overly open and flirty with her and almost losing it when she put on her seduction armour. Avoiding looking at his direction, she mumbled. "There were no problems."

Jellal nodded and put his hand covering his face down finally. However, his furrowed brow was telling that there was still something bothering him.

"I feel...so ashamed…" He admitted, a little bit hesitantly. "To think I'd end up like that while pursuing the White Wizard…"

"Here we go again." Erza said softly with a knowing smile on her lips. "Is this the part where you say, 'it's all my fault'"? She teased him lightheartedly.

"It really was my fault." Jellal replied matter-of-factly.

Erza was about to tell him he was too harsh on himself for something that wasn't in his control, but she fell silent when she turned to look at him because she was surprised to find him smiling, and not bitterly but calmly.

Jellal turned to Erza looking into her eyes. "But...I will no longer beat myself up over every failure I make."

A wave of relief washed over Erza as she realized what Jellal had just declared meant that he had finally accepted that he could take responsibility for his wrongdoings in the past without self-loathing and self-depreciation, but with self-forgiveness instead. She looked at him admiringly, wearing a big proud smile on her lips, as she waited for his further elaboration.

Jellal raised his head, looking into the sky with hopeful eyes. "Of course, I'll continue to reflect over my past sins and mistakes. And by doing that, I will find a path that will lead to tomorrow."

"I see."

Erza noted simply, for she just couldn't find the right word to express how extremely happy her heart felt for Jellal for having found a new purpose in his life beyond punishment and redemption. At last, he was able to break free from the shackles of his guilt tying him to the past, ready to explore his future.

"That's what it means to live, right?"

Erza knew there was no need for her to reassure Jellal anymore, finding no sign of uncertainty or anxiety, but only confidence and easiness on his face. He was no longer the man who felt complete lost in life whom she met two years ago when she came back from her seven years of "sleep" at Tenrou Island:

"I set up Crime Sorciere to help pay for my crimes. But I'm beginning to think that nothing can make up the atrocities I committed at the Tower of Heaven. I've started to wonder what I'm doing any of this for. And I can't seem to find a way out of the maze those thoughts put me in. I think that perhaps I should die after all."

"You've changed, Jellal."

Jellal gave Erza a meaningful sidelong glance as he gently placed his palm over her hand.

"It's all thanks to you, Erza." He closed his fingers around hers.

Jellal's gesture, despite being small and simple, was enough to make Erza blush and her heart skip a few beats. And before she could give him any response, she had been pulled into his embrace next.

"I can love people freely now."

For a brief moment, Erza wondered if she was only dreaming about Jellal confessing to her that he was ready for love. But she could genuinely feel his warmth enveloping her body, his arms holding her firmly and his heart beating strongly against hers through their touching chests, that she couldn't be in her dream. Smiling gratefully, she closed her eyes and leaned toward Jellal, resting her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

"That's right."

Finally, the boy she loved so dearly but lost seventeen years ago, had found his way back to her.

For a long while, they held each other in silence to enjoy the closeness as much as they could. Erza knew, and so as Jellal, their time together wouldn't last long. Soon, she would have to return to her team to continue her mission on the 100 years quest, and Jellal would probably go on with his investigation on the white mage.

But Erza wasn't one to lose hope even if there seemed to be no solution to a problem. Making up her mind and gathering her courage, she pulled away to look at Jellal.

"May I...stay over at your hotel room tonight, Jellal?" She asked timidly but there was also resolution in her voice.

"S-stay over at my hotel room?" Jellal blushed faintly.

"I-it's purely innocent!" Erza stressed; face reddened like Jellal's. "I just...hope that we can spend more time together before we part ways. You know, we aren't lodging in the same hotel, but I thought I can still spend tonight with you at the very least if I stay over…..."

Jellal's tense face softened, and his lips turned up into a gentle smile. "Surely you can come over if you want to. It's my hope too, to spend time with you as much as I'm allowed before you leave."

"I'm glad that you feel the same." Erza smiled in relief.

"Let's go back to my hotel then, it's quite late at night already."

They unwrapped their arms from each other, then reached for each other's hand and intertwined their fingers as Jellal led the way to his hotel. It was only a short ten minutes walk, but nonetheless an enjoyable one for them, as they took the chance for moon viewing and star gazing in each other's company.

After they had returned to Jellal's hotel room, they firstly took turns using the bathroom, not only for showing to wash away the dirt but also for replacing the bandages on their bodies with new clean ones. And when done, both of them changed into their sleepwear.

Jellal dressed in a plain black long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of color-matching pajama pants after showering. As for Erza, she had put on her favorite Heart Kreuz purple pajama set which she had always stored one in her requip space. But she had also considered for a brief moment to wear the more sexy nightgown she had bought to prepare for any possible "special occasion", only decided against it quickly because she didn't want Jellal to think that she was pushing anything between them.

The room was small and simple, provided with only a double bed, a closet, a writing desk and a chair. They therefore chose to make themselves comfortable in the bed as they updated each other on the recent happenings in their lives: sitting side-by-side with their backs resting against the bed's headboard as well as sipping the hot chocolate Jellal got for them from the hotel's bar.

But Erza wasn't able to share much details about her mission on the 100 years quest. So she let Jellal talk most of the time and would post questions sometimes. When she noticed that Jellal had fallen silent at one point, seemingly running out of things to share, she suggested calling it a night.

"I'm sorry that there's nothing much I can share with you even though I'm the one who asked to spend the night with you." Erza looked at Jellal apologetically as he offered to take her mug now emptied of chocolate.

"It's really fine, Erza." Jellal got off the bed to place both his and Erza's empty mugs on the writing desk. "I understood it perfectly as someone who has been taking secret missions all the time. You don't have to do anything to justify your stay over; your company alone is good enough for me."

He then reached for the closet and pulled out the sleeping bag he always carried when travelling around.

"You can take the bed, Erza. I will sleep on the floor."

Erza shook her head. "You won't."

She got off the bed as well, going to Jellal's side. She took his sleeping bed and put it back into the closet, then held his hand to pull him with her to go back into the bed again.

"The bed is big enough for us both to sleep in it. And the hard floor is not doing any good to your wounds."

"Erza." Jellal tried to reason with her. "I'm fine…"

"Shhh." Erza wouldn't listen. She knew it was out of his respect for her that Jellal hadn't asked to sleep with her in the same bed. But she wanted nothing more than him staying close to her as much as possible, making up for their time apart even just a little now that he had no reason to avoid her anymore. She held his hand firmly even after she had gotten under the blanket and looked at him resolutely, while he still tried to resist her invitation by standing at the bedside.

But at last, Jellal gave in and slipped into the bed, as he didn't have the heart to pull his hand away from Erza's.

Erza smiled in relief and snuggled to Jellal. She used to do this a lot to him when they were in the Tower of Heaven, seeking his comfort over the sufferings she endured. She was strong enough to protect herself now. But Jellal was still a presence which could always make her feel safe and at peace.

"Thanks, Jellal. And good night."

"Good night, Erza." Jellal turned the bedside lamps off. He then slid an arm around Erza's waist to hold her closer, and whispered lowly in her ear. "I love you."

Erza felt her heart soaring with joy; a sweet smile spread across her face. "I-I love you too."

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Among Trees

Jungkook x Reader ft the rest of the boys having some good ol fun

Youre part of the Run BTS staff, following around JK as his camera girl

Wordcount: 1.7k, two or three swear words, maybe goosebumps at the end

It was a sunny afternoon in the middle of the woods when you began filming a new episode of Run BTS. You were a part of the camera crew, documenting the members of the world’s biggest boy group and chasing them around for their shenanigans. As usual, you were assigned to the group’s maknae and your long term friend, Jeon Jungkook.

The objective of today’s episode is to race against the opposing team in collecting as many clues as they can which were scattered around the forest park. The clues will help them unlock a treasure box placed on the cabin that the company had rented out. The group was divided into two after a tense rock, paper, scissors match. Team Kim Seokjin consisted of Jin, Yoongi, and Jungkook. Soon enough, everyone got ready as the producer started counting down.

“Hana, Dul, Set!”

The members immediately bolted out of the main camera frame, prompting yourself to follow your assigned team. Jin and Yoongi catches up with Jungkook after a good distance to discuss their team’s strategy. “Aish, how many clues should we find?” Yoongi complains, already hating outdoor episodes. “We need to have more than what the other team has…” Jungkook supplies, having already found two clues. “But we don’t really need to find a lot of clues, we just need to get there first.” Jin suggests while looking around the woods. “If Namjoon gets there first, he can just figure out the treasure box which is why we have to get there first.” He continues, leading the team uphill and deeper into the woods. “Namjoon hyung may be smart but Jin hyung is dangerously clever…” Jungkook comments into the camera and rolling up the long sleeves of his shirt before running up to follow his hyungs.

You were struggling to keep up with the most energetic member, having to jog in a rocky uphill path while keeping your lens forward and making sure your GoPro isn’t blocked by your handheld camera. Your intercom radio buzzes unintelligibly from your pocket. One of the production staff’s voice is mangled among the radio static. You stop to catch your breath while extending the antenna of your radio. "What? I can't hear you!" You yell into the receiver. “Y/n…Out of range…” was what you make out of the crackle of noises. “Oh shit…” You mutter under your breath. “Guys!!” You continue to follow the uphill path Jin had cleverly chose to try to one up the opposing team. “Guys we need to go back!!” You exclaim. Your voice echoes through the wide forest. They were nowhere to be found. “Oh shit oh shit…” You reach for your cellphone. No service. “Y/n! We’re here!” Junkook calls out to you. He and the rest of his teammates were crouched down beside a tree. “Hey guys we need to go back.” “y/n, come here, do you think this is a wolf’s print?” Jin interrupts as he continues to analyze the large set of scratches on the tree trunk. “It’s not a wolf, Jin. There are no wolves here.” Yoongi exasperatedly answers. “I don’t know what that is but PD-nim said we need to go back. We’re out of range.” You explain to the members who were fussing over the marks. “Out of range? Weren’t you supposed to tell us that?” Yoongi squints his feline eyes at you. “I’m sorry, I must’ve missed the markers and didn’t notice them. Let’s just head back, okay?” You take the blame just to pacify Yoongi. It was starting to get dark and the staff must be looking for them. “Isn’t it your job to notice things? Or were you too busy noticing Jungkook?” Jin snaps suddenly, causing Jungkook to intervene. “Yah, hyung that’s enough!” Jungkook yells, stunning everyone. His voice echoes through the forest. The sun had set and the fog begins to seep around the tree trunks. You tremble behind Jungkook, hands rattling around the handheld camera. “You think I don’t know what’s going on between you two?” Jin continues anyway. Yoongi moves past Jungkook to grab your camera. “Stop recording. Give that to me.” Yoongi throws the camera,smashing it against a tree. A loud noise suddenly interrupts everyone who arguing in the middle of the forest. The loud snapping noise didn’t come from where Yoongi tossed the camera. Everyone faces where the noise supposedly came from.

The fog was growing thick while the sun’s last rays kiss the earth goodbye. The blinking lights of each member’s GoPro weren’t enough to see what's ahead. The loud cracking noise continues, incrementally moving closer and closer. “What’s that?” You ask, voice shaky.

No one could make out exactly what it was but it was a large figure, neither human nor animal. It was grotesquely shaped, crawling while dragging its lower half against the leaves of the forest floor. It didn’t talk, it didn't growl. It only made rattling noises that were sure to haunt you in your sleep.

“Run!” Jin was the first to head downhill followed by Yoongi. Jungkook pushes you before him, breaking your trance and causing adrenaline to rush through your veins. He follows close behind. The coldness of the night pinches against your face as you continue to run. The creature's heavy footsteps are close behind. Jin's panicked screams resound while Yoongi screams at him to shut up. Jungkook, from behind you, tells you to keep going.

Your feet continue to scramble against the mud and leaves causing you to trip and roll downhill. After a few rolls, you collide against Jin who had also rolled his way down with Yoongi. You see a couple of street lamps illuminating the main path. “Are you okay?” Yoongi pulls you up and dusts the leaves off your hair, a stark contrast to the Yoongi that had yelled at you earlier.

A beam of lights from ahead temporarily blinds team Kim Seokjin. “YAH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” The producer’s voice blares through his megaphone. The rest of the staff and members were aboard the bus that had beamed the lights. “I’m sorry, sir. It was my fault. I didn’t notice we went beyond-“You begin to apologize profusely to your boss before Seokjin cuts you off. “It was my fault. I led them up the hill. I’m sorry I should've been more responsible.” Jin takes the blame and bows deeply to the staff. The rest of the members stood at the threshold of the bus. Namjoon pats Jin's head. "We heard you screaming. What happened?" Namjoon tries to lighten up the situation. "Something was chasing us." Yoongi deadpans, alarming Hoseok who lodged his head through the bus window. "Wait, where's Jungkookie?!" Jimin yells from inside the bus. This alarms the staff who had only noticed the maknae's absence. Taehyung shoves himself between Namjoon and the bus door to head towards the woods. "JUNGKOOKIE!!" he yells. Yoongi tries to pull Taehyung back to the bus, trying to silence the younger man, in fear of the creature coming out of the woods. "We can't leave him out here!" Taehyung pulls away but is stopped by the rest of the members. "Taehyung-ssi, get back to the bus. Everyone get back to the bus. We'll stay here and call the police. Leave the search to them before another one of you gets lost." The producer's imposing voice startles everyone. Taehyung's teary eyes plead to Namjoon who leads him back to the bus.

The ride back to the cabin was begrudgingly quiet. Taehyung was breathing rapidly while Jimin tried to keep him calm. Namjoon sat beside you. "Do you remember what happened out there, y/n?" His calm careful voice interrogates. "Yeah.." You nod. "We didn't notice we crossed the zone, we kept going up and Jin found some wolf scratches on a tree.." You turn around to face Jin who held a somber expression. "That's the last thing I remember.." He says. "Yoongi too..." "What?" You ask, feeling more confused. "The next thing I remember was that it was already dark and something was chasing us. Jin kept on screaming, and then we were rolling down the hill..." Yoongi continues. "y/n, what was chasing you?" Namjoon asks. The rest of the members waited for your answer.

"I don't know.." You started to cry. "Jin and Yoongi were in front of me and Jungkook told me to keep running.." "Okay, lets get some dinner and then we'll check the camera footage from your GoPros, alright? Jungkook will be fine. I'm sure of it." Namjoon reassures everyone as the bus finally pulls over at the cabin.

You were supposed to head to the staff trailer van as the boys unload their bags from the bus. You were surprised to find that the cabin's lights were on and there was smoke coming out of the chimney. There was also someone in the house. No one was supposed to be in the cabin yet. The original plan was to document the boys entering the place and play a game to decide which room they'll be sleeping in. You run to the front door, overtaking a startled Hoseok. All the lights were on inside the house. The place was warmed by the fire in the fireplace. The place smelled like a good warm meal and.. something else. "Whoaaa Jin hyung doesn't have to cook now!" Jimin cheers, dropping his luggage in a corner. The rest of the members walk into the kitchen and were all surprised to find him here. "Jungkook!" Taehyung yells, bolting himself toward the younger man. Jungkook looks around dumbfoundedly as the rest of the members crowd around to hug him. His expression remains stoic.

"Are you hurt?" "How did you get here?" "Hey where did you get all this food?" "You're fine, right?" His friends flood him with questions.

You continue to observe the man who looks like Jungkook as Namjoon excuses himself to call their manager, reporting that Jungkook is here in the cabin. "I don't know how but he's here, hes okay, and he cooked us some dinner." The group's leader chuckles into the phone. Dinner. You look around to find the dining table full of food. All sorts of meat, neatly laid out. Why is there so much food? You return your gaze to the group, and to the thing that assumed Jungkook's visage. You witness Taehyung continuing to inspect who he believes is Jungkook. He takes the pretender's arms, rolling his sleeves to find it clean. No cuts. No bruises. No tattoos.

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a/n: i screamed lmao let me know ur thoughts