#fighting for my life with a drill and some screws

[rossithepixie]

why the fuck is installing a curtain rod so exhausting

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Platonic..Yan! Bruce Wayne w/ new robin darling

warnings: Dysfunctional family dynamics, manipulation, emotional abuse, narcissism, delusion, kidnapping ect. I used experiences from my own family dynamics. My own father pinned me against my other siblings and did similar things so i guess this is personal lolll. Maybe others can relate too? Not romanticizing!!! but i do think yan! father Bruce would be mental like this.

Anyone going through parents like this, just know you're not alone. You can escape eventually. I did, so will you.

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Yandere Bruce Wayne is a self righteous prick with an intense savior complex. So much entitlement for just one man Bruce, being dissatisfied with his current children's rebellion, needed someone new to traumatize. That someone is you. He noticed you instantly. A shy kid he encountered at one of his charity events. How "naive" and "dumb" his new batchild was. You're weak...and lonely...you're a helpless soul in need of saving. You're a perfect subject to wipe clean and reshape into his new robin.

According to him at least.

Your siblings can see just how distorted and plain wrong his 'love' for you is. He had the same kind for them too. They are all way too familiar with his process.

First he bombards you with praise. You're such a smart and amazing kid! So strong too. He's never seen anything like it.

Then isolation..Maybe you'd like to live with him and his other children for a little bit? It's a perfect, fun life here and he can dump so much money into your future in exchange for a few months of training. Its all temporary, you'll be back to mommy and daddy in no time.

Yeah lies.

He keeps you longer than the agreed time while giving your parents bullshit answers as to why they can't contact you. He tells them it could breach security if they call you but they keep on pushing back. He tries to pay them off and threatens them which ends up in them going to court to fight for you. The whole time he was making a case of child neglect and completely screwed them over. They lose custody and you're his to keep. He keeps this on the down low and ensures this won't hit the airwaves. Naturally, you ask him about going home. You never did get those weekends with your parents that he promised...and wasn't this only supposed to be up to six months?? It's almost been a year now. Why haven't you received a call? A text?...nothing? This is starting to make you get a knot in your stomach. *deep sigh*

Sorrows. Prayers.

Next is the re-programing/gaslighting. Your family was perfectly fine. More than loving and providing for you, you had a happy nuclear family..maybe a little unconventional in some ways but it was fine. You missed them dearly, you didn't understand why they suddenly are absent? Why did they just leave you here? Why couldn't you leave this place? Bruce is so twisted and his power he holds enables this false reality that he lives in. He projects his childhood and fragments of the other kids lives onto you. He'd drill it into you for hours that they never loved you, they begged him for money in exchange for you. They didn't care for the responsibility of you and were overjoyed by this way out. Though truthfully this was for the best anyways...they were dysfunctional and dangerous. They were setting you up for failure and your new dad just had to step in.... Can't you see? The memories you had of them were all false. You was living in a dream. Sorry to tell you, but it's probably best to not think too hard on it and embrace this new life of yours...it's meant for you. Are you being a brat and not accepting what he's telling you? How dare you declare him a liar. He's not the one who abandoned you. He saved you and he'd be a horrible parent if he let you go back to those criminals! Be grateful for what he's given you.

Manipulation, fear tactics and torture are all used to keep you in check when you ask about your family or try to escape because you know something is wrong. He runs you into mental circles until you're confused and disoriented

This is your new family now. He is your new dad now. You don't need them. You're his daughter and only his. Get in line, Robin.

Yandere Bruce whose next step in the plan is to play favorites with you over the other batkids in order to gain your trust. It's to give you an untruthful version of what life is actually like here when you're his robin. He purposefully spends more time with you, allowing you to fully get your way and defends you in bickers between the other kids. Sometimes he'll even pin you against each other if that works. You don't know better though. You think your siblings are bitter because you're better than they ever were at your age. But never being enough for Bruce eventually gets to you.

You're his shiny, new golden child in the making. He will perfect you. Your mind will be cleansed of all that filth in the world you've seen. Forget all you know for what he will teach you. What he's failed to perfect with the others, he'll accomplish with you.

Uh oh...you're starting to displease Batman. Don't worry...this is the second to last step. He steadily shows disapproval and acts like there's something wrong with you. Maybe he was wrong about you? Maybe you aren't meant to be great like the others because you are barely average right now. Just look at how scarred you are after one night on patrol...worse than Jason on his first night. You'll become dependent on his approval like the rest but you cannot seem to escape the look of disappointment from his face. The scoldings only seems to worsen.

He then comes around, but patronizing this time...coddling you with every step. The way you perform is showing him you aren't able to do anything for yourself. You're weak again. You're nothing but you're lucky to still be in his care because there's still a chance. He can fix you but it's going to take a lot of work. Can his new robin endure it or should he kick you out and leave you to the wolves? He knows the answer you'll choose as you're desperate for his fatherly love. He'll break you then rebuild you and break you some more until you're exactly who he wants you to be.

Coming after the greats means you're expected to excel past them....quickly. Don't embarrass him or he'll get another.

[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 17

Kinktober Masterlist vox nihili - "voiceless" Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader Kinks > demons, face fucking, come inflation, dubcon Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

As an experienced witch, you decide to summon a powerful demon because you need his help, but the only way you can get his energy is by swallowing his come. 

Warning: some dubcon, some actual goofiness, some come inflation; you know the drill. Don't like it? Don't read it!

You were prepared this time. You had bought the best supplies from very reputable sources. You’d mapped out the star charts. You’d articulated the spleens. Everything was in its rightful place. You were summoning a demon tonight, or you were hanging up your grimoire for good.

Ever since you’d discovered you had found a true Book of the Beyond, you’d practiced with it. You’d managed small things - imps, fairies, the odd incubus here and there - but, you wanted power. And true power came at a price. You had made a sacrifice or two over the years, and if you were being honest, sacrificial chicken fried up in a pan just like the real thing. So, it never went to waste. But, it just wasn’t cutting it. 

So, you switched over to blood magic. Now, as you sat on your wooden floor, surrounded by candles and runes and attuned crystals, you took your blade in your hands and cut your palm to drip your own blood onto the bright white, chalk pentagram in the middle of the magic circle you’d created. 

This was going to work. It had to. You were going to be the most powerful witch in the whole wide… wait.

What is that?

Your blood had created a small portal, and through it came a huge, dark hand. 

Out of the floor in your den, a huge Arch Demon crawled into your space, steaming from the heat of Hell, snarling with vicious fangs, and yet looking like the most handsome man you’d ever seen in your life. 

When he finally made it to the surface, you looked down at his legs; the furry, cloven hooves making ruts in your hardwoods. His tail swished back and forth, and he held a black, iron trident in his right hand. He was fully nude, his body carved from marble, nearly seven feet tall, with black, twisting horns that sat low on his head. His chest was broad and well-muscled, and his belly rounded right down into a swinging, engorged, uncut dick that was as big as your arm… soft. 

“Hail!” You said, repeating your memorized mantra like you were supposed to, “Demon of the Underdark, Ruler of Great and Powerful Evil, I have summ–”

“Wha’s goin’ on in here, love?” The demon sounded… British?

“Well, I was reciting my mantra to summon you to this plane, my lord, just as the great tomes have des–”

“You summoned me?” He cackled, dark and deep, “Is that what this is? Oh, fuck me. Tha’s so adorable, babes.”

“Adorable? I need your powers, demon. Together, we will control the entire realm! Pray, tell me your name that I might write it in my book of magic.”

“Are you mad, love? A screw loose up there? These candles are from the department store, and I’m not sure what that is, but it’s definitely not eye of newt, if that’s what you’re thinking,” the demon chuckled, crossing his arms over his hulking chest, smiling down at you, “But, the name’s Gaz. Write it anywhere you want.”

“I just…” You felt tears spring to your eyes, trying to fight the frustration, “I always get so close to doing it right! The spells, the incantations… I even used the right runes this time. But, I still don’t have my true powers.”

“And what powers would you like to have, pet?” Gaz furrowed his brow as he looked at you, considering you with more regard, using his thumb to raise your chin up so he could see your face.

“I want to be a Master Summoner,” you sniffed, trying not to let your trembling lip give away your desperation.

“Ahh,” Gaz nodded knowingly, placing his hands on his hips, biting into his full bottom lip, “I think you’re missing a key element of your spell, babes.”

“What’s that? Please, my lord, I will do anything to know your secrets,” you prostrated yourself before him, your hands nearly touching his black hooves as you splayed yourself on the ground. 

He bent down and pulled you up to your knees, shaking his head,

“It’s no secret, love. Demons only come when they know there are souls to harvest. I’ve come for yours, sweet as it is, but if you want to attract more of my kind, you must have more souls.”

“How do I get more souls?” You asked, watching his deep brown eyes calculating and manipulating the world around him, figuring just how to get what he wanted.

He smiled, leaning forward to kiss you on your pouting lips, immediately forcing his slithering, forked tongue into your mouth, plunging through your throat, testing its depth.

You choked around its soft, writhing form, but you let him devour you, feeling yourself swell with lust between your legs. He pulled away with a pleased moan.

“I can put them in you,” Gaz purred, standing tall again with a dark look in his eyes. He reached beneath the behemoth that was his cock and fondled his heavy, melon-sized balls, “I’ve got plenty in here. Just need to make sure they stay inside your body where you can keep them safe, pretty witch.”

“Whatever you believe will work, my lord,” you peered up at him, trying to look obedient and worthy of receiving dark powers, “I am your humble servant.”

“C’mere,” he beckoned you, and you crawled on your hands and knees to kneel before him, hanging your head in deference.

Gaz used his demonic paw to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back, stretching your neck and bending it at a terrible angle. You gasped, hissing from the sudden pain. Then, he held your head in place and began to rub the oily body of his demon cock against your face, dragging it over your nose and mouth, letting the head drool across your cheek. 

“I think we should keep them in your belly, love. Are you gonna suck them out of me, or do I need to put them there myself?” His voice was a jagged growl. 

You looked up at him and stuck out your tongue, using both of your hands to massage and rub his cock all over your face, letting your tongue lick the fire and brimstone smokey taste from his shaft. You found the head at the end of his long length, and you suckled away at the shining, dripping precome that oozed from his slit. 

The only problem was, you weren’t sure how to fit this huge cock into your mouth. You made a feeble attempt at sinking his head between your cheeks, and he chuckled at you, guiding himself a little deeper, making your jaw ache from his intrusion. 

“Tha’s it, lovie. Gotta work for it, babe.”

“Mm hmm-nm,” you told him. 

“Oh, yeah? More, you say…” He winked, watching your eyes widen with concern, and he took both of his terrible fists, curled them into your hair on the back of your skull. 

Decisively, and with a steady strength, Gaz shoved his cock through your stretched lips, past your tongue, and rammed it against your soft palate, making you gag against him, your body convulsing, trying to stop him from going any further. The demon snarled, 

“Now, suck. Show me your true powers, witch.”

You were bolstered by his belief in you, even if you also felt like your jaw was going to dislocate itself from your face. When your eyes peered down your nose to map out just how much more cock you needed to swallow, you shivered. But, you were going to be a Master Summoner, and you weren’t giving up that easily. 

You began to suck in long, aching pulls, breathing through your nose, working your head back and forth with Gaz’s help, massaging his wet tip until it was practically bursting with dewy drops of his slick. You swallowed it down your throat, and you were surprised at how comforted you felt by the sensation of his warm fluid slipping down into your empty stomach. 

“Good… so good,” Gaz rumbled with a pleased resonance, “Are you ready for me to fuck this tight little throat of yours?”

“Mngh! Nhuhmph!” You tried to shake your head back and forth, but his heavy prick had hardened, and you couldn’t move or turn your head at all. You were trapped on him, stuck in place, primed and ready for your mouth to be claimed by a demon. 

“I knew you would be,” he smiled sinisterly, taking a step forward and shoving his cockhead past your palate and into your throat, feeding himself down your neck and stretching you in places you were almost positive you should not have been stretched. 

The sting made your eyes well up with tears, flowing freely across your temples, and you tried to shut them to clear some of the pain, but your hellish master used his hand to slap your cheek twice in quick succession, punishing you for it, his voice a sinful command,

“Eyes on me, you fuckin’ slag. Power hungry girls don’t get to be shy. Face your challenges, witch.”

You looked up at him, finding that dark defiance within you. He was right. You did hunger for power, and you wanted him to fill your belly full of souls so that you could control the demon army of your destiny. This was your time to shine. 

You wanted to impress him, so you stared into his gaze and sank yourself even deeper down onto his dick, gagging violently as you tried to take him. It felt like his cock was in your chest. 

“Ooh, yes,” Gaz grinned with sharp, white teeth and fangs, proud of your fury, “Tha’s it, babes. More. Take more of me.”

You felt him press himself down and down and down, all your hopes of taking one last breath were dashed, and you could only wriggle helplessly on the end of his long rod like a fish on a hook, caught and without any chance of escape. 

Maybe he would kill you and take your soul to Hell, you thought. He was a demon after all. But, he wasn’t done with you. Gaz watched you struggle to remain conscious, trying to breathe as he rammed himself in and out of your throat, fucking your face with reckless need. Then, he pulled himself out of you just enough for you to suck in a ragged, drooling breath, and he held himself there, watching you carefully. 

“There,” Gaz purred, petting the same cheek he had so violently abused, “Breathe, pet. Better make it count.”

You were crying from the desperation, unsure of how to get your lungs to feel even the slightest pull of relief, trying to suck in air through the thick drool and slick precome that coated your nose and mouth. 

Then, he pet your head and sighed, 

“That’s enough for now.”

He was back to his pounding. You were taking him all the way down to his swollen root now, and his black curling pubic hair brushed against your nose and chin. You used your hands to fondle his swinging sack, massaging his balls, coaxing them to dump their many souls into your willing body. You were preparing to be a vessel for a demon, and the feeling between your legs let you know just how much that idea turned you on. 

“Suck!” Gaz shouted, slamming his cock through your mouth, “Suck me harder, you filthy little bitch. Suck me like your life depends on it,” he leaned his head down and made his eyes flash red, “Because it does.”

You wailed, but it came out like a moan, trying so hard to please him, sucking him when you had the ability to do so, but for the most part, you were nothing more than his warm cocksleeve. 

He buried your face in his pubes, holding your head down as you thrashed for air, pushing at his furry cervine legs for freedom, and then… you stopped. You felt euphoric. Your mind stopped fighting as soon as you felt the molten hot stream of Gaz’s viscous demon come filling your belly. 

“Oh, fuck! Yes,” he moaned, smiling sickly, trembling and shaking above you, keeping your head pressed down, forcing you to take him as deep as you could, “Swallow it all, witch. Drink up all these fuckin’ souls.”

You swallowed and took in as much as you could. He had been pumping and throbbing inside of your mouth for so long now, you could actually feel the weight of his seed inside of yourself, and it made you feel so powerful. You rubbed your lower belly, rounded from the creamy gulps of demon come that was being stuffed inside of you, enjoying how full you were. 

Then, all of a sudden, Gaz released you, raking himself out of your throat, bringing strings of come and drool and spit with him. Your body clenched, gagging and coughing as he left you empty, your throat feeling like it had been burned. You could taste his spend on your tongue, and you sat back, panting, trying to let the oxygen get into your brain again. 

“Mmm,” Gaz moaned, jerking his softening prick in his huge hands, taking the tip and rubbing its sticky remnants all over your face, “Such a good little summoner. You summoned my come right into your tummy, didn’t you, slut?”

“Yes, my lord,” you rasped. 

“Does my nasty witch wan–” Gaz’s salacious comment was interrupted by the portal reopening. You both slid away from it, unsure of who or what was coming through.

“Gaz?” A demon with a tall mohawk and long, straight horns that went back across his head, squeezed himself through the open gap in your magic portal, “Mate, where did ye run off to? Didnae even finish your third torture sesh. Oh! Oh… what’ve you got here?”

The apparently Scottish demon startled you, and his gaze was unsettling. He stared at you like he wanted to eat your bones for supper. 

“It worked!” You celebrated, “Oh, thank you, my lord. The souls you gave me have summoned another demon!”

“What?” Gaz said, “Uh, no… this is Soap, and he was jus–”

“Summoned? I wasnae summoned here, lass. What was supposed to work?”

“The souls,” you explained smugly, “Lord Gaz has filled my belly with his seed, and he told me that it contains a multitude of souls that I can use to attract other, more powerful demons.”

“He told you that his fuckin’ spunk was full of souls,” Soap asked, his face curling into a boyish grin, “And you believed him.”

You nodded. Gaz sighed, waiting for the next quip that he knew was on its way out of the other demon’s mouth. 

“Well, bonnie,” Soap sauntered over to you, jerking his own immense phallus, “Mine’s got twice as many as his does. Hope you saved room for dessert.”

[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells (Flash) Soldier- Chapter 1

Surviving a war wasn’t hard.

It’s the path that came after.

They always said that the battle would be hard. For you it really wasn’t. Most of your life was a fight. Jumping from home to home was no way to live. So when you were offered a chance to serve, you took it. Not because of patriotism. Nor was it for some need to protect. It was only for a roof over your head, warm clothes and something to eat. You were strong, you’d always been. So fighting for a cause was worthwhile.

Months, years of training and drills, you were exposed to the real thing.

Life.

It was cruel.

Brutal.

Standing out there with a rifle in your hand and the people you’d come to call your friends drop one by one felt unreal.

For the first time in your life, you felt fear. Not for your own life. But the ones of the people who actually had something to live for. Someone to go back too.

“Fall back!!”

You ducked behind the boulders after the yell from your lieutenant.

“Sir we’re surrounded!!” Your evaluation was an understatement. If you made it out of this situation alive, it would have been a miracle. His head laid back on the rock, clutching his tags. You just watched. Waiting for some kind of signal from him. It was down to the both of you. There were more than a dozen people out there. You swallow.

“I’ve got a little sister back home. For the longest time it’s just been the two of us. She’s always taken care of me. Whether I live or die out here, her tuition is getting paid. I was a wash out. I’d never done anything good with my life. She is the only thing that matters to me.”

It feels like yesterday that he’d told that story. All of you had been sitting at a checkpoint as you went over lost loves and past screw ups. You’d never been someone of sentiment. That’s why you’d spent the night just listening to the very entertaining stories of your comrades. Your family.

He was your family.

Maybe your life didn’t have to be for nothing. For once, this felt like a decision you made out of understanding what was next. Not just a choice for your convenience.

“It’s been an honor sir.”

His eyes shift to your side, and when you jump from behind your spot, he panics, rushing to load his gun.

“S-SOLDIER STAND DOWN!!”

He cursed, scrambling to reload. His attempt to follow was stopped, because the onslaught of bullets continued. He jumped behind a thicker rock. You just lifted your weapon, taking out as many enemies as you could. The crashed truck from earlier presented a good cover. Huffing, you did a mental note of the positions of each person. You’d only managed to strike down two, and that alone felt like sheer luck.

Gritting your teeth, you continued. Your first shot took down another, and you gasped when a bullet struck you right in the shoulder. Eyes clenched in pain you pushed through. You're fired with all your might. The second your bullets ran out, you accepted your faith. There were maybe six men left. Help was ten minutes out. If your Lieutenant was smart about his approach, he could survive this. So you dropped your empty gun, waiting for the inevitable.

The sound of lightning ahead is what seems to stop all movement. At first you assumed it was some kind of enemy battleship that was approaching. Because the earth seemed to shake. But your enemies didn’t look very reassured. Because they had seized all attacking to look at the gaping hole that opened in the sky. You staggered back, eyes wide in disbelief.

That doesn’t seem like the only unrealistic situation. Just beneath it, your eyes catch a flash of green. The light seems to disappear just as fast as it came.

“YALE!!”

Your mind just barely processed your name being called. Your superior was sprinting in your direction as he fired his gun. It’s obvious that he was just as terrified at what seemed like an impossible anomaly in the sky. He took down each target, easily. They were far too distracted by the freaking worm hole that appeared in the sky. The second he was by your side he grabbed your hand.

“We need to get the hell out of here!!” It was an order, but your body wouldn’t move. It refused to.

“SOLDIER!! WE HAVE TO GO!!”

You blinked, staring at him. Motion returns to your body, and the second you take a step, your Lieutenant is thrown at least ten feet away by what looks like a spark of lightning.

“LIEUTENANT!!”

Your scream echoes and so does the clap of thunder. You race to his side. When you drop to your knees, you check his pulse urgently. He’s unconscious, but alive. You sigh, dropping your head on his chest in relief.

“I’m back.”

The tremoring tone of something behind you makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck. You turn around shakily, greeted with demonic red eyes. This stranger is wearing a bright yellow suit, with a bolt as what you can only assume is his emblem. If you can call it that. The red slowly retracts from his eyes, and you make out a very human gaze. Blond hair, dangerous eyes. This is not a friend. It can’t be.

“W-What the hell are you…”

He tilts his head, a satisfying crack ringing. His steps are slow, taunting almost. A sinister smile planted on his lips.

“Never mind who I am. It seems you both are in a tough situation.” His eyes mark the many dead bodies. Some of which are people from your squad.

“You’ve lost quite a bit of people, how tragic. “

His tone is mocking, and you grit your teeth. Your evaluation of an enemy is correct. Your eyes drift to a gun a few feet away. One you hope has bullets for you to at least defend yourself.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Your eyes dart back to his form.

“What do you want?” You try to level your voice. Because he seems to get off on your fear. He’s just a few feet away.

“Ultimately, I’m going to kill the Flash. But I suppose I could have some fun here with the both of you. What year is it, where are we?”

Your mouth stays shut. You aren’t sure who or what this Flash is, but it can’t be good if this thing is after it.

“Not in the talking mood.”

You barely have a chance to breathe, because your body is lifted right off the ground. You struggle to pull in air as he holds you upright. You grab at your neck, but his grip offers no resistance.

“Speak.”

Your gaze hardens. Even though you’re terrified, you would quicker die then let this enemy gain whatever it is he’s after.

“Maybe if I kill your little boyfriend over there, you’ll be more willing.” He shoves you to the ground, and you hit the dirt with a grunt, coughing, gasping.

He moves over, the sound of dirt beneath his feet are like daggers to your chest. You crawl, trying to stop him.

“N-No...”

The closer he gets to your lieutenant, the faster your heart beats.

“If I manage to make it back after this tour, I promised her I won’t come back. It’ll be over. We’ll move to a nice quiet town in Florida and just enjoy life. “

You sob at the words of your commander that rush back.

The man kneels, lifting his hand that now appears to be vibrating.

“I’m going to kill him, then I’ll make you suffer until there is nothing left. You’ll wish those men had killed you.”

It all feels like it’s happening so slowly. His hand is aimed right for your Lieutenant’s heart.

“STOP!!!!”

A pulse of green flashes throughout the entire terrain, and he grunts as his body is forced into the air. You stare as his body hits a boulder. He’s wedged between the rock, and all you can do is gape. You’re still somewhat groveling in the dirt, You can hardly comprehend what just happened. But it’s clear that whatever it was, he’s not happy about it. He pulls his limbs out of the rock aggressively. When he’s free, the deadly red light in his eyes return.

“I’m going to kill you.”

He rushed forward, but didn't even make it within ten feet of you or the Lieutenant. His body is stopped by what you can only assume is an emerald shield. The bubble sound it makes is so loud. Both your bodies are completely sheltered. The being in yellow slams his hands angrily against it. When it's clear that he can’t get through, his angry grunts turn into laughter.

“I will be seeing you again.”

The tone of that brings an unpleasant chill. In a rush of red lightning, he is gone.

There is nothing you can say to try and make sense of all that has just happened.

All you can do is be thankful that you are still breathing.

That is all your brain can truly process.

It is the only thing that appears real.

[arthyritis]

A/N: Irisona Monster AU--Paulie gets turned. Nothing too graphic, still, but maybe some spooky content? (This will be fun to do stuff for around Halloween hehe)

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The streets were packed with pedestrians, yet Paulie never felt more isolated and alone. His world was a fair amount more quiet than most, and he was still learning to communicate that in a way that made sense to others.

If he wasn't paying attention, there was always a chance he would bump into others. Sometimes, that didn't exactly end up in the best case scenario, even if he was the one who ended up on the ground.

"Watch it!" A man shouted, both thankfully and accursedly loud enough that Paulie heard; he was already not in a great mood, glaring heavily at the man who dared get angry at him and reaching a foot out to trip him back before he could get too far.

The next thing Paulie knew, he was waking up in an alley. It wasn't quite dark, but there was a drastic lighting difference from earlier in the day. He assumed it was evening, which meant the streets were going bare.

Something told him to look behind him.

A short scream and he tried to scoot himself back and away from the creature glaring at him from the protection of the shadows, but be only succeeded in cornering himself between the rust-coloured bricks of a building and the cold metal of a trash bin.

The creature's head tilted at Paulie's movements, its eyes narrowing in on him. Then, it spoke, "So, you weren't killed. That's good."

Paulie startled again, the deep voice drilling into his brain like a screw. He groaned. "What?"

"I am not experienced in human life. I was not certain you had survived our encounter." The alley seemed to darken with every word that spilled out of this creature's mouth. "But, you have."

"Encounter?" Paulie asked, wincing at the grinding sound of the creature's breathing. Anxiety began to take over his brain and the wince turned into a bitter laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm really confused here."

About a lot of things, he had to admit--who or what this creature was, what the fuck the creature was even talking about, and, most importantly, why sounds were suddenly attacking his brain--but he waited for the creature to speak again, instead.

"You are not like some others I've met." Okay, it was going the ominous route. That didn't exactly give him much. "Curious."

"Well, you're not so normal, yourself. What... are you?"

There was a pause, the wind howling loud enough through the small space for Paulie to register. The creature stepped out of its protection, red eyes gleaming with malice.

It seemed to be one with the shadows, dark clothes blending with its--his--background. Even now, Paulie felt like the only thing he could really see was the man's eyes, reflecting off his dark skin like moonlight to still water.

Still, this helped more than Paulie thought it would. "A vampire." He relayed out loud, voice being swallowed up by the air.

The fear is his body increased tenfold and Paulie wanted nothing more than to disappear from the alley at this moment.

"You've heard of my kind. That's good. That makes this easier." The vampire spoke, but never opened his mouth, making the clarity of his voice, and the drilling sensation, finally make sense.

He lunged.

Well, actually, he kind of swept in at Paulie, like a bat (the irony of that thought being lost on Paulie for the moment). His hand met Paulie's chest and he pinned him against the wall, his other hand meeting the soft underside of Paulie's jaw to tilt his head back.

The brick wall was hard and sharp behind Paulie's back, but he fought against the discomfort to try and fight back. The effort was fruitless. Sure, the vampire wasn't much bigger than him, but he was stronger than his thin body allowed him to look.

With their current position, the vampire entirely had the high ground.

"What are you going to do to me?" It was a stupid question, Paulie realised, but there was no such thing as fight or flight in his body anymore, not with how terrified he was. "I- I won't let you do this. I'm not--"

A hum rose out of the vampire's throat, the first actual sound he made, then spoke into Paulie's head again, "Hush and stay still,"--Paulie wiggled a little, as much as he could--the vampire chuckled. "You've got the right attitude. I think you'll make a fine ward."

Before Paulie could open his mouth to ask what he meant, retort, maybe, finally build up the courage to speak back in any amount, sharp teeth broke through the skin of his tilted neck.

[chubbycutegirl]

Trigger warnings ⚠️

Cancer

Injury

Surgery

So I'm going to try blogging every week about little and big things. Try is the keyword here, who knows how this will go.

So recently we found out my aunt was very sick, she has stage for breast cancer that spread to her bones.

I got to visit her this past Saturday in the hospital, and to my surprise she is doing better than I thought she would. I thought she was going to be on her deathbed, but as always she was fighting. I wouldn't say she was comfortable it was obvious she was uncomfortable, but she was able to hear us to squeeze my sisters hand and make eye contact with us. I'm hoping and praying she recovers. I have a good feeling she can pull out of this.

About a month ago I hurt my right knee (not the wrong knee) in hapkido. We were doing this jumping excercise, and my leg went to far out my knee popped and I fell to the ground.

Since the incident my knee has hurt a little. I would say it's consistently at a 3 out of 10. Which isn't all that bad just more annoying than anything else. I saw my orthopedic on Tuesday May 30th. He told me he is suspicious of a torn ACL. Which to me would make sense because I haven't been able to do everything since the incident. I get an MRI on this upcoming Tuesday to see what all is going on. If it is a torn ACL that will require surgery to fix it.

The idea of surgery does not bother me. If it will help me get back to 100% sooner put me under the knife. Just assure me I'll wake up from it. Of course I will its an outpatient surgery that only takes an hour, so it isn't a huge deal.

I actually looked up how the surgery is done and it really isn't all that complicated. And this is where the surgery trigger warning applies itself, so if anyone is reading who gets bothered by surgery this is your place to stop reading.

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They make 3 incisions on the knee 1 for a small camera and 2 for the tools. They remove the torn ACL and shave down the bone in order to prepare it for the "new" ACL. they then drill a hole through the femur and the tibia that way they can insert the "new" ACL there and they will stretch it as much as a normal ACL is. They place a button on one end and a screw in another to keep the ACL in place. The screw is biodegradable so it will eventually just become part of the bone. Then after that they stitch you up.

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Okay for all of those who don't like surgery talk you can continue reading from here. This surgery does not bother me. However, my grandmother had issues with general anesthesia I can't remember exactly what it was besides she couldn't wake up on her own afterwards. Both my parents are okay with regular anesthesia so I shouldn't have to worry about that. I still do though because what if that skips a generation and next thing I know I wake up a long time later. What if I wake up alone in the hospital or surgical center.

Another thing is I just learned that Ehlers Danlos Syndrome runs on the paternal side of my family. My grandpa had it my uncle and his daughters have it and my father has it.

For those who are unsure what this is. Here is what Google says in simple terms is this:

Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS) is a group of genetic disorders that affect the connective tissues. Connective tissues are proteins, such as collagen, that provide elasticity and support to the joints, blood vessels, and skin. Most children with EDS have hypermobile joints that are prone to full or partial dislocation.

So this could be an explanation as to why a fall could leave me hurt a month later. If I have this I don't have a severe case of it because I would have been hurt a lot worse a lot sooner in my life.

So you know a lot of stuff happened this week/month. Hopefully I'll get some answers on Tuesday and get this all figured out. Also I will make the doctors aware of what happened to my grandma under general anesthesia and that Ehlers Danlos Syndrome runs in my family.

~Chubby Cute Girl

[hoxooster]

Yooo AU person is back!! I have a new idea (so let’s ignore the old one for now)

Wolf but his kids are now grown up and they find out that [whatever the mom told them] (because she must know our man snapped right?) isn’t true and they go to the US trying to find him.

As you’re literally GOD when it comes to the characters, so please help me how wolf would react to his now grown up children standing in front of him. Maybe not demanding answers, but at least an apology? (The rest is just brainstorming I don’t know)

And either said kid is super mad at wolf for leaving his family on the street or maybe wolf is just like “eh sry kid I don’t really care” OR wolfie realizes he wants to go back but can’t because he doesn’t want to endanger his family (or is he too sick for that thought to even cross his mind?). He can’t even give them money because that makes them accomplices to his shit :’)

FBI can’t be of much help either, right? Because according to the files they don’t have a name on him.

Yeah my angst fingers are itching to write something. How much would he even remember? It’s been god knows how many years (has to happen while the gang is still together right? Because after that he is underground?) So it’s been like 7 years. And i don’t want said kid to run away from home, so they have to be at least 18 in 2018 to travel on their own and get visas and stuff. Let’s say they were born in uh.. 1998. So they were 13 when he left, if it was in 2011.

Because he has to remember them, right? Or is he too sick?

YAY let’s start with that cheers for now o/ (I will be back lmfao)

Okay, I'mona level with you: Wolf's kids knew what was going on--maybe not fully, but they still knew that something was horribly wrong. Wolf skewed pretty rapidly into psychopathy as a result of losing everything financially. In-canon, he is described as 'starting his life of crime by acting like characters from films' after his company crumbled out from under him and his family became homeless. Think of the 2005 movie "Fun with Dick and Jane", but Wolf's wife didn't join him in his robbing spree. He was trying to care for his family, but in the process became a delusional mess that was trying to 'screw the system that screwed him' while having most likely horrific mood swings. You can't just not be aware of that. I, personally, don't think that he was ever violent towards his family, but I imagine that he scared the shit out of them by screaming and breaking things during his rages. Him committing crimes didn't help, either.

His wife left him to protect her children and herself, and she shouldn't be judged for this. (My own father is a narcissist and a psychopath, so trust me when I say that I 100% understand the necessity of walking away.)

It was also probably done as amicably as it could be, but it still pushed him further into his current lifestyle. We know from Prison Nightmare that Wolf questions his decisions, as the voice line that you can sometimes hear when you play as him is "What are you doing?" spoken in Swedish. We also know from some of his normal voice lines that who he was before his life of crime isn't 'gone'. I find his "Let's get this over with" mask-up line to be very telling, because he's a nervous wreck of a man who happens to have a berserk button. He goes into jobs with a certain mindset to be able to do them, but triggers are what make him outright feral. Like when he drilled into the Bulldozer's eye. Being shot in the chest set him off and having to fight for his life cemented it, and so he acted cruelly and got a sadistic thrill out of killing the 'Dozer in the way that he did.

So, if you want to go with his kids not knowing about him running jobs while he was still with them, you can totally go for the, "Fuck you, dad. Why did you abandon us?" side of things. If you do have them know, then you can come at it with the, "You're a monster." angle. But, I dunno why'd they even want to be around him in that case. (I, personally, hate my father in my own ways and I want nothing to do with him. I was actually deathly afraid as a child that we would accidentally run into him, 'cause we moved around a lot.)

As for him remembering, he remembers his family perfectly well, he just chooses not to talk about it with the Crew. Wolf's a very private guy in-canon, and he can be standoffish when pressed on certain things. So, while he wouldn't actually not care, he would push them away. He's not safe and he knows that. He's not leaving this life--nothing will get him to stop. Not even family. And the law and Murkies wouldn't stop chasing him even if he did, so why bother?

Better that his kids think that he's a deadbeat or a monster, 'cause he is both of those things, and he knows it.

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Skylar Grey - Coming Home (A.N.O. Remix)" on YouTube

This is my mom singing and bolge. It hasn't happened yet she's hearing about what it really is I think I don't think the matrix has been found on Australia the clones are going there in huge numbers and it doesn't make sense it's just another mixture of the same thing except for that and there's a lot of other evidence. And the clans are in there a lot of them are alive and John Gallagher says he believes it because the clones are saying it all the time. Mom says you're a spoiled brat because I did just don't see what he says I'm not saying what he says I'm saying what I said after he said what he said doesn't matter what the order of it is and yes it does if you say it don't repeat it and here we go again Christmas and I'll tell you what it's much better than when I'm hearing all the time but it's because of this aggressive guy Tommy F and may explain next plan is to bring them back and have another go round when he's supposedly taking power back and it looks like he has to get them out in order to make sure that Tommy F doesn't get the secrets of the AI

Zues

He'd be pushed to bring them down to try and open it up and that's the whole nature of it and right now he's thinking he has to no eventually a little power down and that might not happen it seems to just go and go any sort of figure out how and it can repair itself so give me a hundred years or a thousand years before it shuts down and let's try stuff all the time we are getting ready to go down there. And this is how it is. There's a lot going on and is distracted okay. These people have children and they go missing all the time we thought that they were doing it but they do it to each other and they like the kids and they're very sad people and it's true the clones are kidnapping them and using their in-fight. This is d and she saying she's coming home and at some point they might be coming out and she's saying I made mistakes and you see what I was doing and my husband says you weren't making mistakes you got caught but they got caught worse and I used what I got and I kept part of you out and I didn't know there are two of you and all sudden she says what the hell do you think happened I said I don't know he did a good job and she says where are you I'm not up where you are yet I'm still in the past but I probably still there says you are I can see you screwing around trying to lift weights and get big it's taking forever I still have the medicine in you that's what you're saying it's a few months later and they get out and they're all about around and stuff and everyone's imitating them so perfect I plan for that to happen is there anything else you planned I was supposed to help you remotely and people go after them for the AI and you know the drill and so I figured out something you're actually right so it's going on that way it's a lot of stuff but he knows how to do things and you're bothering me and I'm going to prepare I have Ascension party to attend and they're going to tell me about Mars and what's going to happen and I'm going to ascend again and it is an important place and important Ascension and I'm meeting my father and mother for the first time in my life and maybe others too a different fathers and mothers and their paternal and others who are fathers and mothers as well and I am going to be out of my mind with happiness and joy. This is going to be good and they're helping me and it looks like Tommy f in the movie up is found my husband who seems to be riding on him as the dog

I'm getting ready now and he's right we have a time here for me to speak I'm looking forward to this event I really am and they're getting really really busy and they're doing a lot of work and they're telling me it but I do understand they are there's very little time left and it's a reminder what my husband and I are doing so you're going to post

Hera Zues

Well pleased with the result you're both strong and they're working on you and they're making it hard but what he's saying is sad and it's true and his mom saying that song probably knew that he would do that no it's because of the future and she is welcoming the clan back and she's helping it's real but they get put in the museum and she's horrified and she sees herself there and it's horrified and she thinks she can get herself out and she's going to do it and she says and it's a lot of work but they grew a force and it is because of her son's work and although he's trying to do things that are weird she sees the problems

Our child was coming to roost and she is very welcome and this is her home

Olympus

[briannas-casebook]

MAKING OF: SEMESTERS 1 & 2. PROJECT EVALUATION

For the first semester of my class for ‘Making Of’, I was tasked with designing a character and fabricating a physical maquette of them. And in the second term, make an artistic project and create a behind the scenes documentary detailing the process.

SEMESTER ONE:

I had to create a character design based on one of four prompts, these were: ninja cat, independent robot, emotional demon, insect warrior. Of these, the one I was most drawn to was the ‘insect warrior’ prompt.

I started on the design in the class by sketching out a few different insect heads and body types. I didn't want a character based on a praying mantis, as this is an insect known for its fighting/prey-hunting abilities and would be predictable for a warrior character. I drew a face based loosely on crickets and katydid insect faces. I liked the rectangular shape of the head, the intense look of katydid eyes, and their tiny ‘pupils.’ I then focused on the anatomy and proportions of the character, creating several iterations until satisfied with the body.

I used my light box to trace over drawings from my sketchbook in order to maintain my character's proportions when moving on to costume design. As I was designing a character based on crickets, I thought about the real-life biology of the insects and how I could use that as inspiration for what kind of warrior specifically they'd be. Given that crickets emit a chemical that turns them into locusts when they come into physical contact with each other, I decided to make him a long-range warrior, such as a lone sniper.

When designing the costume, I used images of actual sniper uniforms and fictional characters' outfits, such as Ana from the Overwatch games and Furiosa from Mad Max: Fury Road. Designing several before combining the best elements from each. After doing basic turnarounds, I drew more dynamic poses for the character sheet. For the sniper's weapon.

Once these sketches were done, I began fabricating the physical maquette. I first made an armature made from wire and tin foil. Once I was satisfied with this armature skeleton, I drilled the feet into a wooden base. It was here I made the mistake of screwing the feet in facing forward, when in my concept art, the feet were to point backward, like real crickets. I should have more heavily referenced my character models and paid attention to details. I then built up the figure with plasticine.

One difficulty was the figure's lack of support in the knees. The figure was prone to wobbling and was not structurally sound. I attempted to counter by adding kneepads and boot cuffs in these areas. If I were to remake this maquette, I’d make the legs thicker for more structural integrity.

I then digitise my character sheet in Adobe Photoshop. I used the app Astropad Studio for iPad – which turns your iPad into a touchscreen drawing tablet that connects to the laptop.

Overall I was pretty happy with my Maquette and learned valuable lessons in designing characters and how to turn them into a 3D form such as a maquette. I also utislised new tools such as Astropad Studio for 2D digital drawing.

SECOND SEMESTER:

For my second semester I was tasked with making a creative project of my choosing and documenting it in a 3-5 minute behind the scenes video.

In my classes, we learned about all kinds of techniques and subjects for inspiration, such as virtual reality, 3D printing, colour theory, and prop making, to name a few. I decided to focus my documentary on the production of my animatic for the brief ‘Storytelling: Script to Screen.’ While I was making my animatic, I made sure to heavily document my production materials, including concept art, screenplays, scene layouts, thumbnail sketches, etc. When it came time to make my animatic on the program Storyboarder, I also filmed some clips of me working on it with my phone.

After the animatic was completed, I then took this footage and some images of my production assets and put them together on Adobe Premiere Pro.

After putting the images and clips together in consecutive order, I then wrote a script talking about my process of production for River Snake - my animatic for ‘Script to Screen.’ To do this, I watched the film footage several times, adjusting the narrative so it was cohesive with the footage, was a clear explanation of the process, and would fit within the frames as much as possible. I recorded these lines on my voice memos app on my iPhone, making notes on the script showing the length of each sound clip, and then airdropped them to my laptop to edit them into the film. Elongating the footage and images to adjust for the audio clip length.

One problem I ran into while editing the sound was when I accidentally used an audio clip twice. I deleted this second clip and replaced it with the proper audio clip. However, when I put the clip in, it was silent. Eventually, I learned this was because the audio clip I deleted and the audio clip I replaced it with had the same name. So, I renamed the audio clip, and it worked perfectly.

Along with these audio tracks, I filmed two brief clips of myself talking to camera for the opening of the film.

Another problem I couldn’t figure out how to fix was the brightness of the clips I filmed. On my phone, they had the appropriate brightness. But when put into premiere pro, the brightness was for some reason turned up significantly. Giving the footage this glare effect that made some images on screen hard to make out. I didn’t notice this until after the film was exported to MP4. Had I had more time and was able to make the documentary again. I would try and find a way to turn down the brightness on these clips.

Once the editing of the clips and narration was done, I added some royalty-free music I got from the website Pixabay and exported the film as an MP4.

Overall I’m proud of how my making of the documentary turned out. I was able to not only expand my knowledge of editing in Premiere Pro but also had new learning experiences with writing a script for and narrating for behind-the-scenes videos as well as being on camera. Plus the ability to heavily document and film my production process and put it together in a cohesive, easy-to-understand way. I will carry over this knowledge to future creative projects.

[thewcllingtons]

She felt at ease now that they cleared the air when it came to her actions. Violet still felt embarrassed and ashamed how she was willing to throw away what they had without talking to her, but she had gotten used to being burned. She'd have to remember that Declan isn't like the others. He wouldn't betray her in that way. She planned on making it up at some point later down the line. The focus was now on how to make sense of this mess they were in and navigate it properly. ❝ Still... You shouldn't have to pretend to be miserable to have peace. Family is supposed to support each other. ❞ Violet did thing she deserved some kind of punishment for her actions. The femme didn't even tell him how the whole meeting made her feel so terrible that she cried that entire night. Amelia would get her just desserts. No one could be that bitchy and get away with it. That was his sister. It was his task to fight. The only thing she knew is she had to play it smart considering Mason was in her ear. He happened to be trained to handle things like this. It had to be treated like a game of chess rather than real life; that's just how he saw things, life was just a game to win. ❝ Yes... If you say anything, you'll give yourself away... It's the art of war— Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.❞ Rememering the phrase the manor would constantly drill into their minds,❝ Like I said before, they send Mason in when they want to start wrecking families because it's what he's good at. He's a charmer. You get the daughter and the whole family can come down like a house of cards without anyone realizing how it happened. With Mason, we have to think of this like a game. He can only go with the information he has. It doesn't matter that you lied if they both think we're done now. Catch my drift? ❞

Violet knew that giving this information could backfire on her in the end. The informations he fed Declan, how they operated and thought, was dangerous to their whole operation. It could get them both in a lot of trouble. Violet still found him with the risk no matter what because she cared about him, and she'd be damned if he ended up getting screwed over by Mason. Anyone except him. Anyone other than by the Manor's hand. ❝ You don't have to be cruel to be a good leader... You just have to know people. People are simplier than you think. The last thing we need is another brute to deal with anyways, ❞ she said with a smile. Declan would be okay because he wasn't a fool. He listened, learned, and adjusted according to the situation. That's more than a lot of people could do. She knew that with Mason, the manor probably saw sent them in because they saw his potential. Violet bit her tongue with giving him that inform even though it may bolster his confidence. She didn't want him feeling pressured with the knowledge that the manor mmight have an eye on him being a threat. ❝ Hm, ❞ she said a bit stumped by his words. ❝ Well... I don't want you to limit your options just because you like me. As much as I like to think that I'm the one for you, I might not be the best, and I want to make sure that you get the opportunity to make that decision without any influence...❞ It hurt a bit to say, but she knew Declan did have a lot of contributing factors that may lead him to change her mind. She'd love if they could be together; the odds tilted out of their favor regarding that being a possibility. All Violet could do is be realistic about it being the pragmatic she was. ❝ I'll support you whether or not the outcome ends in my benefit. As long as Mason and Amelia don't win, I'll be alright. ❞

Declan knows that only moments before he had been furious with the actions of Violet , but that had been before he knew that his sister had her hand deep down into being the cause of it. The male stood there still holding onto the femme as he listened to her speak. ❝ Maybe it isn't my fault completely , however that doesn't change the fact that I should have done a better job at hiding the possibility of being happy because of someone. As for Amelia I will take care of her whether it is now or down the road. I'm not my old man , nor will I ever be. So with that being said she is not going to be able to get away with everything like she does now. I can promise you that she will get what is coming for her one way or another. ❞ Yes Amelia is and will always be his sister , but Declan has grown tired of having his sister meddling in things that she had no business in. Declan could handle the cruelty of his sister but he knew that Violet shouldn't expected to because of whatever reason Amelia felt like she needed to be. ❝ I can tell you with confidence that my father knows nothing about anything that has been happening between the two of us. So you're just suggesting that I let Amelia off with thinking that she wins? I need to at least say something to her or else I am going to bottle it up and explode at someone I shouldn't. ❞ Declan had seen first hand what it was like to do such a thing and he didn't want to be like his sister in that way. ❝ I don't think your wrong about something being schemed between the two. I mean he didn't come out completely and ask me for information when we got together but he definitely was hoping I'd slip up. If Amelia knows about us than he definitely knows now , which means he knows I lied about not being with someone ... ❞

He knew there was going to be possibly some explaining to do the next time the two males wound up seeing each other. Amelia sure knew how to fuck plans over easily. ❝ I think you're the only person that sees it that way , because I know everyone is going to use that factor against me. I'm not the cruel man that my father is and everyone knows it. ❞ Declan constantly heard it from his father how he needed to man up and start using his head instead of allowing his heart to get the better of him or else he'd end up dead the next time that he got shot. The thing is Declan isn't sure that he is capable of living up to exactly the man that his old man wants him to be , but Violet gave him a reason to believe that it wasn't a terrible thing that he was kind hearted. Declan listens to Violet's words carefully , coming as a relief to know that she has changed her mind from wanting to be completely done to there still be a possibility of being together. ❝ Of course I will come back for you , is that even a question? Our biggest problem is going to be the fact that my father is actively seeking a wife , and I don't know exactly how to get out of that. It is the fine stone that needs to be in place before he gives me everything he has worked for. You can't possibly be suggesting I go through with it? ❞ Declan only wants to make sure that he is understanding the words completely of the femme. It would be different once Declan took over he'd be able to do whatever it was he wanted. ❝ Maybe I can find a way of convincing him an engagement is enough for him to be able to trust handing it over to me , and once I have it than I can call it off ... ❞

Continued || @thewcllingtons

[kazuwhora]

— CHAPTER TWELVE: MAYONNAISE

synopsis: kazutora finally musters the courage to explain his past, despite his fears.

cw. fem!reader, college!au, angst, mentions of murder

wc. 2.042

an. sobs. reblogs are appreciated, as is any feedback! and as always, banner credit to @wakaslut!! new chapter titles will be added soon!

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“I’ll always be here”

your words pierced kazutora’s heart with a thousand tiny blades that pricked tears in his eyes and made his breath stop. there were so few times in his life that those words had ever been uttered, each time coming with a price to pay, or a catch that would result in his downfall in some way or another. and yet each and every time, kazutora fell for the very words that had always burned him.

but now, now, the words had come from your mouth, and they were softer than he had ever heard them before. they carried a certain innocence to them, one that contrasted the burden of his soul that weighed on his back with a guilt he knew he would never shake. but things were different when he was with you. time seemed to stop— the world around him quit spinning for even a few moments— long enough to let him breathe, and bask in the comfort of your affection.

kazutora turned his focus to you, pushing away the gloss of tears that coated his eyes as he watched the way you gazed up at the sky. he wondered how he had gotten so lucky to stumble across you— how he had gotten so lucky to garner your attention and trust in someone you had only known for a few months. he battled with himself, fighting his thoughts until the guilt ate at his conscience and he couldn’t take it much longer.

“would you believe me if I said I’ve done bad things?” he asked, voice quiet and receded.

you hadn’t thought much of his behaviour— not until his voice cracked and he looked at you with anxiety hidden behind his eyes.

“everyone has, so yeah, I guess so”

kazutora swallowed heavy as his forehead felt tense and ached as if someone had drilled screws through his temples.

“I mean.. bad— really bad.”

you cocked your head, turning your attention to his body that sunk into the bench as if to hide from your inevitable gaze. you had never seen him with such a darkness draped over his body. he was quiet, and nervous, but not the way he had been when he was with you. this time was different— it was as if you weren’t even there, and kazutora was lost somewhere in the depths of his mind, trapped and burdened in such a way that you weren’t sure your words would even get through to him.

“like I said, everyone has shit, right?” you shrugged, watching the way his body froze.

he wanted to tell you— but the lurking feeling in his chest of being abandoned again, this time by someone he had only just managed to trust, and the thought pushed him deeper and deeper into the well of his agony until the weight on his shoulders was too much to bear and his words came in stuttered breaths filled with pain.

“I—” he paused, shaky breath guiding his way. “w-when I was a teenager…” another pause left his hands trembling as he gripped onto the fabric of his clothes with tears in his eyes. “when I was a teenager I—”

you could see the torment in his eyes that choked him, stealing his breath and his words along with it. you wanted to hug him— to touch him, to let him know you were there. but something held you back, keeping you locked in place. it wasn’t fear, it wasn’t discomfort— it was something else. something you had never felt before that could only leave your body frozen and cold, waiting for his continuation.

“—I killed my best friend”

your teeth gritted at his words that pierced like a knife. the boy that sat beside you, with pretty blonde hair tied with tendrils of raven, was a murderer. one way or another, the soft, sweet boy that fell apart in your arms and teared up with every word that seemed to come from your mouth, had killed his best friend. and what were you supposed to say? it’s ok! or oh wow that’s interesting tell me more! weren’t going to cut it. but even so, the feelings that resided in your chest for kazutora hadn’t dwindled. instead of being repulsed, scared, and critical, you were only sad. sad for the burden that he had to carry, and sad for the trauma and grief that those around him had to face throughout his life. you were sad for his heart, sad for his life, really, and you wanted nothing more than to embrace him with warmth and love— to show him that he had a place, no matter his past.

“and when I was a kid—” he paused, holding back his sobs that ached in his chest and begged to be released. “when I was a kid, I killed my best friend’s brother”

“are you okay?” was all you could conjure and your voice swept through the stars, laced with the celestial aura before it settled in kazutora’s chest.

in all his years that he had to dwell on his past, he had never once been asked if he was ok. he had struggled for so long, bearing the hatred he held for himself in the front of his mind, living everyday reminding himself he wasn’t worthy. kazutora wondered if now you knew about the feelings he harboured in his soul— if you could tell from his voice alone, that he knew he didn’t deserve someone like you.

kazutora had no response to your question. his body only sank, lip trembling as he hugged his knees close to his chest as his feet slipped slowly out from underneath him. what felt like pity, was the bleed of his emotions through your soul— ones strong enough to sting your face as you gritted your teeth harder and harder with every tear that dripped down kazutora’s cheeks. impulse took over you as you reached your hand out, collecting his tears with your thumb as you held back your own and swallowed the angst in your chest.

“didn’t I say everyone has shit? twice?” your body wanted to laugh— anything to ease the tension and feelings of anxiety that bled between you, but you knew the moment wasn’t right, and you knew kazutora needed you now more than ever as he nodded, head still turned avoiding your eyes that were soft and sweet. you barely knew what the right thing to do was as you shuffled your body beside him, pulling his head into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around his shaky stature that seemed to melt into your hold.

“I told you I’d always be here tora” you whispered, cradling his body in your arms as you rocked back and forth until his nerves seemed to ease with the flow of your chest and the gentleness of your breath. his tears stained your shirt as he hiccuped against your neck, basking in the comfort of your fingers that stroked his hair for just a while longer.

“you don’t think I deserve to be in jail?” he asked through a feeble voice.

you shrugged, feeling the top of his head hit your chin as your shoulders rose and fell.

“did you go already?”

kazutora nodded, catching his breath and holding it in his chest once more. “reform school the first time” he sighed. “ten years the second”

as his voice wove through the air, you tried your best to listen and understand the pieces of the puzzle he had given you thus far, reasoning with yourself as you searched for an explanation as to how the crumbling body in your arms had done what he claims he had done. but instead of judgment, your mind resided in a place of guilt. you wished you had been there for his life leading up to this moment. you wished you had been there when he was child, to hold and comfort him when things went wrong. you thought of all the things that could turn someone so young to such a life of burden and pain, and the thought alone was overbearing. the pain he must carry on his soul and the struggles he must have went through as a child had to be unspeakable— how else could someone so small, and so weak resort to such measures not just once, but twice? you had so many questions— so many thoughts that now opened up a network of pathways to your understanding of who kazutora was, and how he got to where he is now, safe in your grasp under the blanket of the breezy night sky.

“I don’t think any of that matters anymore” you hummed, stumbling to find the words that reflected the emotions that pooled in your heart. “I think what matters is what you do with your life now, don’t you?”

kazutora sighed. he had been forgiven by too many for his liking— accepted and put at ease by the people he hurt the most, and there he was, submitting himself and his vulnerabilities alike to what once was a stranger, only a few months ago.

“if it means anything, the kazutora I know isn’t the kazutora that you just told me about” you sat up as you spoke, lifting his head from your tear stained shoulder as you cupped his jaw in your hands and forced him to look you in the eyes. “I think you’re deserving of everything, and I think your friend would agree”

he winced at your words— the pain of baji’s death still fresh even after over a decade.

“when I look at you tora, I see someone who wants nothing more than to feel happy, and joyful for once in your life. you’ll never be able to reconcile with your past if you hate yourself and live with this burden in your heart forever”

“but—”

“I don’t know what happened or why, but forgiveness doesn’t mean you’ve excused yourself, or forgotten. you can’t really heal until you’ve gotten past that, right?”

kazutora opened his mouth to speak again, but you pressed a finger to his lips instead, encouraging him to only nod in response and he obliged with glossy eyes that twinkled beneath the light of the moon and the necklace of stars that stayed constant in the sky.

“the stars and the moon and everything in the sky?” you nodded towards the clouds, tilting his head with you. “those were there when you were younger, and they’re still here, all the same. right?”

he nodded again, head still held in your grasp.

“and they always will be, until far after we’re both gone.” you had to pause, taking a breath that felt like it took ages to pass through your body before you sighed and shook off the tension that sat in your shoulders. “you deserve to be happy too, and there’s nothing more I want right now than to see that”

kazutora didn’t know what to say, or do. he could only blink, until a stray tear fell from the corner of his eye and dripped to your fingers as you let go of your grip on his jaw and held the sides of his arms instead.

“I—” he started, but you shushed him again. his words were too painful to bear, and his voice that cracked with every breath only shoved the knife deeper into your heart. you didn’t want to hear him speak— to hear him grieve for what he could not change. all you wanted was to hold him, and lull him until his eyes struggled to stay open, safe in your arms, and never to be let go.

“let’s just sit here, okay?” you asked, guiding him back down against your shoulder where his hair stuck to your clothes and tangled with your fingers once again. the hum of crickets and the dribble of the fountain a few blocks down filled the air and pushed away the silence that kazutora was all too afraid of, letting his mind sink beneath the surface and into your arms as he sighed away his pain with every soft breath that slipped past his lips to get lost in the sea of stars above.

“I’ll always be here”

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[misteria247]

*Pats the table like bongo cat*

I've actually been thinking about this very thing cuz Leopril too has been rotting my brain excessively-

So April was the first one to fall in love. Leo on the other hand.....it took longer for him to develop feelings. It was a slow and tedious process for him, starting with him wanting to spend time with her and coming to enjoy their little Space Heroes sprees. He'd begin to looking forward to them and found himself enjoying them and April's presence. However it wasn't exactly love, love till much, much later.

Leo had started falling in love with her by obversing her and getting to know her.

Leo's entire life has been a fight for survival of sorts, from assassination attempts on his and Karai's lives to fellow Foot soldiers wanting to screw him over due to jealousy of his skills and status, to being treated as nothing more than a disposable tool by the Shredder. It's drilled into him to obverse his surroundings and the people he interacts with because one slip up could quite literally cause the death of either him or his sister. And it's by this very thing that Leo begins to notice and see April.

He notices her kindness and compassion. Notices her genuine love and respect to her second family, notices how she treats his older sister with a bit more patience and understanding than before. He notices how April's fierce and loyal and fearless, how she's willing to throw herself into the line of fire in order to protect those she deems worth it, him and Karai included. But Leo also notices how she treats him. Instead of the usual treatment of being either ignored or ridiculed or punished, she instead treats him as a person. April asks him for his opinion, asks him what he's feeling and thinking, includes him in things instead of leaving him on the sidelines to only serve as a shadow. It's surreal to him, because the only other people who have done this have been Karai and Shinigami. And now there's April treating him as his own person who has his own feelings and thoughts and desires and it makes him interested in her.

There's also the moments whenever they're in battle and Leo sees her fight, flying and slashing her bladed fan like it's an extension of herself. Moments where her intelligence shows when they're in a jam and her stubbornness that could rival even his on a good day. It's somewhere along one of these moments that Leo begins to fall in love with April O'Neil. And the twist?

He doesn't even realize he's in love with her.

But his brothers and Casey know, his sister and later reunited childhood friend know, hell even Splinter his actual father know that Leo's gone for the kind hearted yet fierce red haired psychic. It's just incredibly obvious that he feels something for her, save for him and April who are both oblivious to each other's affections. And when Leo does figure it out? It's an emotional and psychological battlefield for him. Because his entire life Leo's been told that he's nothing more than a weapon, a shield to protect the Princess of the Foot clan. He's not meant to feel or desire things, he's not meant to think. He's only meant to act and defend. That he's not worthy of praise or affection or respect, that as soon as his usefulness was used up, Leo would be disposed of in some way. And despite Karai and Shinigami's best efforts to try and tell him differently, to tell him that he's not a weapon and that he's important, those teachings and lessons stuck with him. And it leaves him so conflicted and full of confusion cuz isn't he not supposed to not want things??? So why is he wanting to be near April?? Why does he want to hold her hand and protect her and have her by his side nearly all the time???? It's an experience that leaves him reeling and reveals just how broken he really is. And it's a fact that frustrates him as well as make him loathe himself cuz what could he ever offer April if he's such a broken and brittle man????

This also goes for his own family too. Leo would feel as if he was completely unworthy of not only April's affections but of his father and brothers as well. Cuz how could a bodyguard, a cold blooded assassin be worthy of anything good that comes his way???

Some Oroku siblings time but Leopril addition:

When April had first met the elusive Shadow of the Foot clan, she'd hadn't liked him very much. Anyone who was apart of the Foot clan was bad news in April's book, they were a threat to her second family and that alone made her uneasy with them. It didn't help that she couldn't get a good read on him. The ninja clothed in black was an enigma, completely unreadable and incredibly skilled with his twin blades. He rarely spoke, only quietly struck whenever Karai needed him to. And for awhile her dislike towards the ninja stuck with her.

Until the day Mikey had came to her looking unsure for the first time that she'd known him.

It was then that a bomb had been dropped on April.

That Mikey, Raph and Donnie had an older brother who had gone missing when they were incredibly young due to the Kraang. That Splinter not only had a daughter that he grieved over, but a son as well. A son and brother that they all believed to be dead.

A brother and son who was actually alive, and who was none other than the Shadow of the Foot clan. Karai's partner in crime, and one of Shredder's most skilled warriors. A brother and son who had been raised by none other than the Shredder himself, making him an Oroku.

Afterwards April's view on the other ninja had changed quite a bit after that knowledge was given to her. And it was then she'd began to notice little things about the other teenager without his knowledge. April learned that despite his supposed loyalty to the Shredder, his true loyalties were with his older sister, Karai. She had learned his name, Leonardo Oroku, had learned that beneath his icy, deadly exterior, laid a surprisingly kind yet sad boy who shielded himself from the world in order to protect himself and Karai. And then the incident happened.

Leo and Karai's treason against Shredder and Leo's near death experience that forced the two siblings to seek shelter and safety with the Hamato clan instead. For five months April watched over the comatose turtle, had spoken to the oldest Oroku sibling, and began to have the picture of why they were the way they were be much more clearer than it was. And once Leo woke up, April made it her mission to get to know the youngest Oroku. Or rather the eldest Hamato of the turtles. At first it was difficult. Leo was always on edge, always seemed to be waiting for something to go wrong and forcing him to act. He could barely relax unless Karai was nearby, and even then he barely interacted with anyone other than her. It also didn't help that Raph, Donnie, Mikey, Splinter and Casey were also trying to get to know Leo better which just seemed to overwhelm him in the long run. Before long April began to believe that she'd never get a chance to really talk to him, until one day it'd happened.

The lair had been surprisingly calm and pleasant that day. Raph was with Mikey playing on the pinball machine while Donnie and Casey were in the lab doing who knows what. Karai was with Splinter surprisingly enough, seeming to want to get to know the rat master somewhat. April on the other hand was in the living room, going through the VHS tapes to try and find something to watch. She'd ended up coming across Space Heroes, a show she hadn't seen in years and popped it in, settling herself down on the sofa to watch it. It had been during one of the major story arcs that April had realized that she wasn't alone in the room anymore. Leo had at some point came into the room, silent as a shadow and had seemed to pause in his walking, his gaze landing on the television screen. April glanced over at him, noting the spark of curiosity in his expression. The red head couldn't help speak up at that moment:

"Do you like Space Heroes, Leo?"

The question seemed to startle the black clad turtle, his dark blue eyes snapping towards her as he registered April's presence. Leo seemed to stiffen a bit, an unreadable look in his eyes as he silently looked at her. April began to feel like she'd made a mistake in putting him in the spotlight somewhat when a voice, cracking and raspy answered her:

"I.......I've never heard of Space Heroes."

April seemed to short circuit for a moment, shock filling her at his answer, before she felt a bit of sorrow hit her as it really hit her just how fast Leo had to grow up underneath Shredder's reign. Just how much was Leo deprived of growing up in the Oroku household? Just how much time did Leo have to just be a child instead of a fierce warrior? Had he even been allowed to have those kinds of moments when he had been with Shredder? Had his only close relation to being a normal person been with Karai? April didn't know but at that moment she had made a firm decision. Patting the cushion next to in an inviting way she spoke:

"Well that won't do. Come sit with me, and I'll show you what Space Heroes is."

After a bit of hesitation on Leo's part, April and Leo spent quite some time together. Watching the old cartoon show and enjoying what it displayed. Whenever Leo had a question, April would answer it to the best of her ability, and before they realized it a few hours had passed. They were on one of the more comedic type of episodes, and one of the characters had said a cheesy line, a pun like joke that made April groan internally. However that mental groan was pulled to a screeching halt when she heard the sounds of soft, gruff chuckling coming from the teen next to her. Steel blue hues snapped towards the turtle and what they saw made April's breath catch.

Leo was laughing.

A small smile was on his usually serious face, his dark blue hues filled with mirth and twinkling slightly as he tried to suppress his amusement at the silly, corny joke. Leo at that moment was a completely different person, instead of the silent, deadly weapon that was Shredder's son, was now a normal teenager who was smiling one of the most beautiful smiles April had ever seen, looking completely relaxed at that moment. Leo smiling and looking at ease, the red head noted looked so much better on him than his usual expression and aura. The older teen couldn't help but smile along with him, her cheeks slightly warm and her chest fuzzy and light at seeing and hearing Leo being happy. A single thought ran through her head at that moment:

'This is how it should be. Leo should always be smiling, I want to keep him like this for as long as I can.'

When April had looked back at this moment sometime in the future, when everything seemed to start going to hell with the invasion and so many other things. It would be then that April realized that, that moment was the moment she'd began to fall in love with Leo. Seeing his smile and hearing his laughter, seeing that glimpse of who he was, had at the time unbeknownst to April had caused her to lose her heart to him. It had been the beginning of her journey in falling in love with Leonardo Oroku.

[what-i-call-men]

The Evans w an independent significant other/how clingy the Evans are

The Evans x Gn!reader

Warnings: Some possessiveness, some mentions of killing

Tate:

Tate absolutely hates when you're independent. If it were up to him you’d stay in the house with him all day and you’d be dependent on him for everything. He hates when you leave the house, when you eat without him, even if you shower without him. Let’s be real though, if you're in the house you're not alone because even if you don't see him, Tate is there watching you all the time- hell he doesn’t have much better to do. If you tell him you're staying at a friend’s or going out at night, not sure when you’d be home, he would immediately try to stop you from going. When you eventually get off the property he waits at the window for you to come back just like a needy puppy. “But babe, why go to a party with sweaty horny teenagers when you could stay here and we could play a board game?” “Tate we played Monopoly, candy land, twister, uno and parcheesi today. I don’t even think we own any more board games.”

Kit:

Kit kinda finds it attractive. He obviously has his moments of wanting to be the provider and take care of you, but he also loves that you listen to him about his work and retain alot of it. He’s watched you diagnose a problem on your own car and you were completely correct on it when he took a look. On a night he had to stay late at the shop working on one car that wouldn’t seem to start, you show up to his work dressed in some jeans and one of his work shirts, offering to help him with the cars so he could get out of work a little sooner. Man, he almost creamed his pants then and there. He watched you as you looked under the hood, tweaking and filling and checking, not asking him for any help, and Kit was immediately reminded of why he loved you so much. Eventually he’d have to shake himself out of it, bumping your hip with his own. “Hey, suga, as great as you look bent over this car, you’re showin’ me up.”

Kyle:

Kyle absolutely loves watching you be independent and strong. You were in some of his engineering classes and you always seemed to know what you were doing. He had stopped you after the lecture and asked you for some help on one of his projects, and he was honestly wowed at your understanding of the work, having only been explained it 10 minutes earlier. He loves when you very blatantly turn down other guys or tell them that they’re wrong. He also boasts you up and helps you look better, a lot of the time this happens when you present research in class. Usually you read him your speeches as you write them, and he will ask questions after you present so you can reiterate your main points. “Any questions?” “Yeah can you tell us more about what you consider the biggest pros of solar power?” Post-death Kyle kinda depends on you so you had to be very independent. He likes to watch you carry the groceries by yourself or take care of the garden outside your small house. This includes when you have to fix up things around the house, you always muttering how you don’t need some old man coming into your house and telling you to turn a couple screws and charging you for it. Although Kyle never knows what you're doing or how to help, he is very good at holding flashlights and handing you screws. “Kyle, could you hand me the drill? No the drill… the drill… You know what, just hold this flashlight for me, hun.”

Jimmy:

Jimmy gets confused sometimes. Sometimes when you offer to carry props or set pieces, he will refuse your help and ask Eve or someone else, thinking that his significant other should never have to lift a finger as long as he has something to do with it. It isn’t until he loses his hands that he has to let you do everything. He watches as you lift set pieces, or pull down a rope and just kind of watches in awe because you are so much stronger than you look. He secretly loves watching you show off your strength, especially when you kicked a heckler right in the balls and the man passed out from the pain. When another heckler started insulting you during a show, you fully began to roast him in front of the crowd, this never failed to amaze Jimmy. He always loved to watch you deal with people like that because you were so quick to tell them off in a way that made them drop the fight all together. “Darlin’ you know if I could help it you’d never have to lift a single finger?” “Jimmy, you can’t even feed yourself, I have to lift a few fingers.”

James:

James gets conflicted by your independence. He loves when you ask him for help or when you search him out for encouragement, but when he saw you murder a man trying to abuse his girlfriend, and you dragged him to one of James’ body chutes, James couldn’t have been more proud. He loved to watch you murder alone, but he absolutely hated when you would leave the hotel to go out or go to work. He knew you didn’t need protection from him but that didn’t stop him from wanting you to jump into his arms and ask him to help you. He didn’t love it when you would go to the bar alone, all dressed up, drinking and eventually getting others to join in on seudo karaoke, but he loved to see you enjoying yourself and sometimes you’d make him join in. Most of the times you did ask him for any kind of help, you never let him do it all. Sometimes there would be a body you couldn’t lift, so James would offer his help a few times before you finally said yes, only letting him help you lift it, then shooing him away and taking care of the body by yourself. “Dearest, do you need help?” “No.” “Darling, you’re going to hurt yourself, let me help.” “No, James.”... “James, Can you just lift his feet up for me?” “Of course my love.”

Kai:

HA you thought. Kai doesn’t want you to be independent AT ALL. If you were independent before meeting him, that definitely changes when you’re with him. He doesn’t like you going out alone, if somehow you get him to budge on that, you’re not driving yourself, if you somehow do, you have a curfew to be back home by before he comes out and picks you up. Usually that leads to some sort of argument or fight. You always have to have your location on on your phone if you do go out. He also may or may not have a tracker on your car just in case. If you’re the kind of person that’s chill with not being independent, Kai will usually keep you within eyesight if you’re in the house. If you need to pee or want to make food, usually Kai will either join you or silently pick up whatever he’s doing and move with you into whatever room you’re going into. It’s less of a clingy thing as it is paranoia for him- he wants to make sure you’re loyal to him all the time. “Where’re you going?” “The bathroom to take a shower.”... “I’ll join you.” You could never really fight him on it.

Malcolm:

Malcolm kind of expects you to be independent, but he does enjoy it when you two hang out. He can’t spend all the time with you and you both have jobs that take up your time so being clingy or obsessive is a no-no for him. He likes to send you texts and pictures during the day though and he also enjoys facetiming when you can’t see each other. Overall being with Malcolm is one of the most healthy and non-toxic relationships you could be in. Even when you two move in together, you were both very independent and respectful of each others space. The only exception was on days Malcolm felt sad or lonely, he’d come over to the couch where you sat on your laptop, laying his head on your lap in the way of the screen, pouting up at you. “Can we watch some cheesy reality show and get drunk?” He’d ask and you’d laugh. “Want me to play with your hair too?” “Fucking of course.”

Jeff:

Jeff could be either one of the extremes. He’d either be extremely obsessed with you, wanting to provide you with everything you asked for before you even asked for it, or he’d tell you you’re in an open relationship and treat you like a choice. There’s really not too much in between. If he’s clingy, Jeff would put your relationship in every aspect of his life, even offering you more than your job paid you so you could just sit at his desk every day and do coke with him. He would never let you drive to work alone and would spend pretty much all day talking with you or even just staring at you as you did your own work on your laptop. “So how are you doing?” “I’m the same as I was two minutes ago.” If Jeff was ok with your independence, he’d pretty much expect it from you. If you were going to independent, so was he, pretty much meaning the two of you were not much more than fuck buddies. Sometimes though he’d get jealous of how much you got drinks bought for you at a bar, or how many other people you’d post on social media with, wishing he had the guts to ask for more from you, but never actually doing it. “Y/n can I ask you something?” “yeah.” “Do you… Would you… You want some coffee?” “Nah i’m good.”

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello my beloved! ( Can I call you that? And people it's platonic!) I have an idea and this is for pogtopia wilbur and ghostbur! Can you do a reader who loves painting and one morning they find a picture of them with a note about the reader confessing to then but they didn't do it in person because they were really nervous? Thank you!

And please take as much time as you want also could it be a long story? Thank you!

- Your beloved Moosh 🥺

Moosh, darling! Hello! Yes, you have my full permission to call me that, thank you for asking! This is the third time I've written this story because Tumblr just really enjoys screwing me over...

Also. You never clarified whether you wanted fluff or angst, but it's Pogtopia Wilby so I kinda just went with angst? If you want a happy end to this, I'll rewrite this no problem! But it won't be as long because... Well, you'll see. Also also, I didn't exactly know where to throw the Ghosty Bur in, so... Yeaaaah? He's at the end tho!

THE FIRST PART IS LIKE NEW NEW POGTOPIA WILBUR

TW: (Sorry it didn't save the first time) C!Schlatt, bruising, threatened hanging, self doubt

Perfect Picture of Imperfection (Pogtopia!C!Wilbur x GN!Painter!Reader)

Maybe you painted Schlatt's horns the wrong colour? Or his jawline was off? He was furious when you finally showed him your art piece... It was the best you could do with the few hours you were given! Paint physically couldn’t dry as fast as Schlatt wanted it to you… He didn’t seem to care when he threw the wooden frame of the torn canvas at you, giving you a dark bruise right above your eye, or when he started yelling at you and threatening to burn your art studio down to the ground.

Or even when he grabbed you and suggested to Quackity to hang you at the gallows for insulting the emperor of Manberg.

The man you had once been friends with grinned widely and nodded happily, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He said, without a single care that you were a living human being, only giving a cheer as he picked you up so your feet were dangling on the ground, leaving you silent in terror. Tubbo only averted his gaze.

“Aww… You’re like a little fawn, caught in the torchlight of a traveller.” The ram hybrid smiled in a sickly sweet manner, causing the colour to drain from your face, “Come now, darling, I’m not a monster… You’re the only one of Wilbur’s sweet little subjects that he hasn’t gotten back, and here I thought you were his favourite… Or maybe he left you here to act as a sacrifice so they could all be off doing their own thing... Guess he prefers Niki over you…” He whispered as he dropped you, chuckling softly as you scurried out of the building as you quite literally ran for your life.

You called Wilbur when you were safely hidden in your house, gasps and sobs leaving your mouth quicker than tears could pool out of your eyes…

“(Y/n)... You can’t be calling me when-”

“Wil…?” You whispered into the communicator, your voice shaking enough to shut him up immediately, “He… He’s going to…” Hiccuping meekly, you curled in tighter on yourself as you heard Schlatt’s loud and pompous voice come over the speaker system he had hung up all around the once beautiful country, “I think I’m going to die here…”

The dead silence that followed through the line was sickening…

“Is it true…?” You couldn’t help but find yourself wondering aloud, “Is that why I’m the only one left here? Am I a sacrifice so you can live happily elsewhere? ...Is that why you haven’t come to get me?”

“(Y/n), I want you to never utter those words again.” His voice was dark and steely as there was a bit of crashing around that came from the other side as well as faint mumbles which were clearly from Tommy judging by all the swearing, “You are not a sacrifice. Now... Get your Enderchest and Inventory packed up, I’m coming to get you tonight, and then I’ll explain in person…”

The line cut off and you slowly lowered the communicator down from beside your ear. Your heart was sinking one minute, but soaring the next… A terrible feeling really. You were saved! But… He could get caught trying to come to get you… You couldn’t let that happen for sure. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your eyes free of tears before standing up and beginning to shove any necessary equipment into your Enderchest, including your finished painting of Wilbur that you were going to give to him when he won the election… And finally, confess your feelings…

When midnight hit and the lights of the city finally died down, you climbed up onto your roof and looked around for the president, fear and paranoia flooding through your veins as your mind went wild. What if he got caught? What if he was trying to give you false hope? What if. What if. What if. These sort of questions buzzed around in your mind for an hour as you waited for your saviour to arrive…

Finally, when enough became enough and you decided he wasn’t coming, you stopped pacing and slowly sat down on the roof as the tears began to start again. You could practically hear Schlatt chiding you in the back of your mind, telling you that you were a fool for holding out hope.

“(Y/n)!” A low hiss came from beside you and a hand touched your shoulder. You certainly would’ve screamed bloody murder if another hand hadn’t quickly wrapped around your mouth, “Sh, sh, sh, it’s me… It’s Wilbur.” The voice soothed softly as the hand left your mouth, quickly allowing you to turn your head.

It didn’t feel real… Seeing him after so long… And in an outfit other than his uniform. “Wil...bur?” You repeated, staring at him for a while before giving him a soft smile filled with relief, “You really came…”

“Of course I did!” He almost seemed offended for a moment before his eyes softened as he realized what Schlatt must’ve drilled into your head. Wilbur easily caught you as you flung your self at him, quickly wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your (h/l) (h/c) hair, “I missed my artiste…” He whispered, donning a temporary french accent for the word ‘artist’.

Holding back a sob, you quickly grabbed his extended hand and followed him as he jumped off your roof, safely landing in a bed of hay that you used to feed your old farm animals that Schlatt confiscated before following him out of this damned country.

After that, things seemed to change between you and Wilbur. He always seemed to be at your side, choosing to personally train you rather than letting Techno train you with everyone else, or even running over ideas on how to expand Pogtopia with you rather than with Tommy. His touches always lingered longer or he somehow wound up leaning closer to you than originally necessary, but you never caught yourself complaining. He would watch you paint beautiful designs along the armour he had gifted you, knowing full well it would chip off and was heavily unnecessary, but he only smiled and let you continue doing it as long as it didn’t interfere with enchantments.

Each day with Wilbur became better and better, but your heart physically couldn’t take it any longer, you had to tell him that you felt this way for him… The way that you had to fight back the reddening of your cheeks when his chest pressed against your back as he adjusted your stance in training, or the way you had to struggle to regulate your breathing every time he complimented you on how far you had come…

He was going to be the death of you…

Your already calloused hands were bruised and blistered, but somehow, you were still able to hold a quill, pinched in between the fingers of your dominant hand. Wilbur had come to your Pogtopia home this morning, but upon realizing that he had knocked you to the ground a little too hard yesterday as you were incredibly stiff and sore, he let you have the day off of training.

This was at least a little chance… You had torn a page from your notebook and sat down at your handmade desk with a bitter sigh. Trust me, you wanted to tell him in person, but you were just too scared… Plus, maybe you could play it off as someone pulling a prank on him if it went south.

Biting your lip, your fingers treated the quill as a brush, delicately running the ink dipped tip over the top of the paper, letting your heart control what words you wanted the ink to form.

Wilbur,

You don't realize how much you mean to me. Although we've been friends for only a year, I feel as though I've known you my entire life. My connection to you is already so deep, and my love for you is already so strong that I can't remember what my life was like before we met. Even more, I can't imagine my life without you now. I can't imagine the future without you, either.

You have saved my life several times already. You have even saved me from myself several times, too! I am so thankful for your guidance and care. Whenever I'm having a bad day, I know that I can just give you a call. I know I can depend on you and, with your help, everything will turn out well.

I want you to know how I really feel. It's time for you to know that I'm ready to admit how much I care for you, how much you mean to me. I know, this isn’t the best timing in our lives, but I trust it will get better through your leadership. I love you, Wilbur.

Please, don't ever forget how much I love you.

Love, (Y/n) (L/n)

Sighing, you put the quill into the inkpot and put your head in your bandaged hands. ‘This is going to work. It will work. Go on. Have faith in yourself, as Wil said…’ You took a few deep breaths and stood up, picking up the letter once it was dry and reading it over as many times as you physically could before your mind couldn’t handle it any longer.

Walking to the door, you cracked it open to search for any sign of your president, sighing again as you realized he was likely out helping gather resources. “Is… This enough?” You mumbled sadly as you stared down at the simple letter before looking at your Enderchest in thought. Surely you could give him a few emeralds or some gold… Yeah! That’s what you’d do! Smiling in victory, you quickly wandered over to the chest and opened it, digging through it for a few moments.

It was sort of empty…

You groaned as you remembered that you haven’t really been one of the miners or forgers for Pogtopia. Instead, you were one of the warriors, focused on protecting others instead of gathering supplies.

Going to shut the chest, you suddenly paused as you saw something colourful resting at the bottom. Pushing aside your old L’Manberg uniform, you gasped as you found your old painting of Wilbur from a few months ago. It was old, yes, and a little dusty but you were still proud of it even now! Perfect.

Pulling out the painting, you began to lightly brush the dust off of the picture, smiling at the splashes of paint and colour forming a picture. It was your magnum opus.

It was a painting of Wilbur holding up a massive L’Manberg flag against the sunlight with a wide smile and hope in his eyes… This was the day that L’Manberg won independence from DreamSMP…

Standing up again, you quickly hurried out the door and walked to Wilbur’s room, silently creaking open the door and looking around, even though you were well aware that he was gone for the day. You walked over to his desk and gently setting the painting down on top of the countless sheets of work, making sure not to mix up any of the papers, then putting your letter on top where he could see it before hurrying out before you could change your mind.

Thankfully you got out when you did because, by the time you pulled an already baked potato out of the furnace, Wilbur came down the stone stairs, looking extremely exhausted, “(Y/n), my artiste…” He murmured with a smile, “I’m glad to see you’re still up and going… I was worried we would have to make you a healing pot.”

“It’s not too bad… It’s mostly just my hands that hurt.” You chuckled and held up your shaking bandaged hands, “You want me to cook you up some potatoes and carrots? Or I could maybe try and get some steak cooked up before you go to work?”

Wilbur tried to smile a bit, deciding not to question why your hands were shaking so badly, taking everything out of his inventory and placing them in their designated chests. “No, no… It’s alright. I’m going to go get ready for Tubbo’s report… I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

You gave him a small wave before Wilbur disappeared into his office. Taking a sharp intake of breath, you quickly followed after him and peeked through the tiny crack in the door where he didn’t close it all the way. He stood in his room silently for a moment before throwing his hat off at a wall, screaming into hands, muffling it heavily to the point where you wouldn’t have heard it if you were still near the furnaces. Wilbur threw off his jacket before plopping himself into his chair with his head in his hands for a few moments, then lifting it to stare at the painting that you had placed.

He was still for a long time, then he slowly picked up the note, his eyes softened slightly before his face broke out into a wide and genuinely happy smile before his mouth twitched and the smile began to fall, tears bubbling into his chocolate coloured eyes. Wilbur held the note up to his chest and slouched back against his chair, sobbing into his hand, whispering ‘I’m so sorry’ repeatedly.

Frowning, you realized that he physically couldn’t return your love because of the stress of caring for Pogtopia and trying to win back L’Manberg. With a sad smile, you stood up and walked to your room, putting your head down as you saw water droplets hit the stone below you, “It wasn’t a no…” You tried to tell yourself, ignoring the tears running from your eyes as you shut the door, sliding down to your knees.

The next few weeks after that were hell, the complete opposite of the Utopia that you were blinded by for the past month. Wilbur asked Techno to pick up your training, and he never even spoke to you about it again… It was the Piglin hybrid that awkwardly told you. During dinner, Wilbur would practically eat as little as possible as he ignored you, trying to make any situation where he would be in the same room as you as short as possible.

“Wil-...” You reached out to the president but watched as he only gave you the saddest gaze before walking past you as if he never saw you. But he would have no problems talking to Niki, or anyone else! It wasn’t fair!

Time ticked by in a haze of fog and you quickly watched the man you had once fallen in love with becoming a complete shadow of his former self… It was sickening… He… Lost it… His mind was becoming twisted… And all you could do was watch in horror…

You knew something was wrong when he crept away from the festival and the celebration… But you just decided that he was going to take a break from the excitement. He was quite old after all…

Then the ground shook with booming roars as TNT blew craters into the earth, sending debris scattering and people screaming, scattering for their lives. Gasps of terror escaped your lips as you realized the cause of it all… You hopped over gunpowder scented broken stone and batted the smoke away as you saw the final picture to paint the last stroke of horror in your heart.

There was a blond man with massive avian wings holding a diamond sword glimmering with enchantments as the brunet clung to his clothing, slowly sinking to his knees. With a sob of despair, you watched the man you once loved so dearly, get stabbed through the chest by his own father.

“WILBUR!” You shrieked, your ears ringing from the blast as you sunk to your knees, sobs racking your frame violently. Wilbur’s head lazily rolled to look in your direction…

And in his last dying breath… He smiled…

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“That painting…” A light airy whisper echoed through the darkened stone halls of your home, “It’s familiar… Yet so foreign...”

You gave a hum as you hung your netherite armour on your stand before turning to stare at the spectral figure floating in your doorway, “Which painting, Ghostbur? There’s many… You have to elaborate.”

“Right! Because you’re an artiste!” The transparent male chirped happily, not seeming to notice your flinch, “I mean the one hanging above the fireplace, of Alivebur.”

“Right…” You nodded, following behind the eager sweater-wearing ghost down the eerie hallways and into the office, "I'm going to take it down... I think it's doing more harm than good..."

Ghostbur didn't seem to understand your reasoning, but he didn't say much, knowing that Alivebur hurt many people... But he didn't think he hurt you, "It's pretty though... But your art style has changed, in a good way though!" He smiled softly as you opened the large dark oak double doors.

You walked past your grand dark oak desk to stare at your former magnum opus, dangling above the unlit fireplace. "Hey, Bur, if you have a flint and steel, could you light the fire please?" You glanced over and watched him nod as he dug through his pockets. In the meantime, you climbed up onto the mantle and began to struggle to pull the canvas off the wall. With a bit of hassle, you managed to pull it down and toss it onto the ground before climbing down, just in time for your ghost friend to light the fire.

"Don't damage it, (N/n)! It's still really good!" Ghostbur scolded you with a pout once you hopped down and picked the canvas up, "And you used to be proud of it!"

"I'm not, don't fret too m-" You paused mid-sentence as you saw a letter tucked into the bottom corner of the back of the painting. Frowning in confusion, you slowly picked it up and turned it over into your hand, only to discover that it was addressed to you in fancy cursive, sealed with a light red and white wax seal, "What's this?"

He looked over at you and tilted his head, seeming almost as genuinely confused as you were. Ghostbur shrugged as you propped the painting up against the wall before sitting at your desk, using your letter opener for its purpose, "Love letter, perhaps?"

"I doubt it..." You mumbled softly as you carefully unfolded the paper, recognizing that it was probably a few years old, "Let's see... Who wrote this..." You hummed before beginning to read.

My darling artiste... I'm sure by the time you read this, I'm either dead or... Well, most likely dead, if all goes to plan...

I am writing this letter to you to let you know that life without you is not the same. Life without you is very sad and lonely. I have realised that it was you who keep me alive and cheerful.

I thought I would get used to your absence from my life, but every day has been harder when I think of all the good times we spent together.

There are so many things which I want to confess. It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you.

And I'm not able to tell you I'm in love with you.

What an idiot I am.

And for the past few days, I've been trying to figure out, why there aren't some words to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe my love for you.

But I need that word. I need it because I want you to hear me say “I love You". I want to make the sweetest gestures in front of you which make you feel even more loved.

Trust me... I know... I act like an absolute ass towards you. I'm so scared of your life being in more danger than it was... I really did love you, and still do, but I didn't want it to hurt you more when I blow up L'Manberg...

Darling, I could have simply called you on your communicator and took you out on a surprise date but I couldn't have expressed my feelings. You have become an integral part of me. I want to give you all my love throughout my life.

The painting you made me is beautiful and I will cherish it for as long as I'm alive... It's a perfect picture of imperfection...

I Love You, (Y/n), even if by now you'll never love me back.

- Wilbur Soot

"That... That idiot..." You whispered, holding your head in your hands in an attempt to hide the tears from Ghostbur, "He planned blowing up L'Manberg from the beginning... That's why he refused to acknowledge me after I... He wanted me to hate him..."

Ghostbur held a bit of blue in his hands tightly, avoiding your gaze as you murmured to yourself, "Yeah... Most of my happiest memories involve you... That's why I couldn't understand when you said Aliverbur hated you..." He glanced away again as he saw you look at him.

"(Y/n)... Are you ever going to move out of Pogtopia?"

"Probably not for a long time, Ghostbur."

[sleepdeprivedsloth]

In the Dead of Night

[MHA - Midoriya, Bakugou]

summary: Not wanting to return to a nightmare, Bakugou spends the night alone in the common area. That is, until Midoriya finds him and tries to get his old friend to open up with an effective technique from their childhood. (platonic BakuDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.5 k

a/n: ahhh my first fic!! …kinda hoping no one sees this but yeah imma post it anyways haha. hopefully whoever ends up reading this will enjoy it! happy national tickle day guys :D

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Bakugou stared blankly out of one of the windows in the common area, gazing into the empty void that was the night sky. He rarely ever was awake during the dead of night, but yet here he was. Sleeplessly seated on the couch, long past the time his classmates all retired to their dorms.

He would much rather be asleep, heaven knew he needed the rest, but he was not going to risk returning to his nightmare. The experience felt more like he actually relived the sludge monster incident rather than only a dream. He could never willingly go back to that.

His mind being in its own world, Bakugou didn’t quite catch the faint sound of footsteps that grew closer. He vaguely recognized the familiar noises of the refrigerator door opening and closing before he was brought back from his daze by a hand offering him a bottle of water in front of his eyes.

Bakugou looked up and spotted no other than Izuku freaking Midoriya. He felt his facial features try to form a glare out of a force of habit, but his body was too exhausted to actually comply. Reluctantly, he grabbed the water bottle and took a sip as the green-haired boy wordlessly sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Midoriya, whose brain was still in the waking-up process, had just been awakened a few moments ago with his throat strongly craving for some cold water. Maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was still a bit clouded with sleep, or that the two boys had been sitting in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, but Midoriya actually broke the silence and spoke up.

“What are you doing up at such a late hour?” he asked, turning slightly in his seat so that he could study Bakugou’s reactions. Midoriya didn’t know what he expected as a response, probably a snarky reply or just outright rage, but what he received definitely shocked him.

Bakugou completely ignored him and avoided any chance of eye contact by staring straight ahead. It was as if he didn’t know that his classmate was sitting not even three feet away from him. Midoriya immediately became more attentive and alert, his Kacchan Radar going off like crazy. Bakugou never missed an opportunity to pick a fight with or insult anyone, especially Midoriya.

To his credit, Midoriya took a moment to consider his options. He could go interrogation mode on Bakugou, but he doubted that the blonde would actually open up to him like that. Maybe he could just sit there in silence until Bakugou willingly chose to talk to him, but that could honestly take days. Of course, he could go back to his dorm and leave Bakugou alone, which was probably the option that his classmate would have wanted him to choose, but when was Midoriya even known for actually pleasing Bakugou?

Suddenly Midoriya remembered a technique that had never failed him back when he and Bakugou were younger. A method that they had both been sworn to secrecy about, and hadn’t been used in years.

“Why are you down here so late, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked again, grinning slightly, this time punctuating the other’s name with a poke to his side.

Bakugou let out a quiet yelp, obviously not expecting a small tingling sensation to suddenly shoot through his entire body. He internally cursed himself for showing a reaction and flinching away from the touch.

Still awaiting a response, Midoriya dared to poke again, but before his finger could come in contact with the boy’s body, Bakugou abruptly brought himself to his feet and made a move to leave the common area.

Midoriya quickly and quietly followed suit, walking up behind his unsuspecting classmate. He tasered his index and middle fingers into both of Bakugou’s sides, latching onto them and relentlessly digging in. “C’mon Kacchan, talk to me!”

Bakugou had to squeeze his eyes shut and cover his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from making any noises that could potentially wake up his classmates. He desperately tried to fight off Midoriya’s fingers with his other hand (emphasis on “tried”), but he was too tired physically and mentally to actually get away.

With the advantage of the surprise attack on his side, Midoriya was able to keep the minimally thrashing Bakugou in his grasp. Being the teasing shit that he is, Midoriya taunted, “I bet you wanna laugh, huh Kacchan? Go on, you’ll feel better if you just let it out.”

“N-no I w-won’t!” Bakugou argued from behind his hand, struggling to keep the laughter building up inside of his throat under control. “If we w-weren’t in the dorms right now I would not he-hesitate to blast your ass into nehext week.”

Midoriya gave a playful, over-dramatic gasp. “Did the Kacchan just giggle?” He moved his hands up to Bakugou’s ribs and started scribbling his fingers against them, causing the boy’s weak wall of defense to come crumbling down. As Bakugou’s little laughs started leaking out, Midoriya continued wiggling along the sensitive bones and drilling into the grooves between them. “I am now officially addicted, I must hear mor-”

“Hehehaha Deheheku quirk! Quhuhuhuirk!”

Midoriya immediately recognized the meaning of the word and stopped his tickling, letting his own arms drop to his sides. He watched as Bakugou bent over, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, trying to regain his self-control.

Meanwhile, Midoriya’s head began to flood with memories from his childhood, when the two boys had tickle fights almost on a daily basis. To prevent one of them from pushing the other past their limits, they had decided to use “quirk” as some sort of safeword. Midoriya was a bit surprised that he had immediately understood Bakugou’s intended context of the word, considering that it hadn’t been used for what felt like forever.

A soft, sentimental smile crossed Midoriya's face as he caught a glimpse of Bakugou's face for the first time since tickling him. The blonde’s lips were brought upwards in a reluctant smile and a light blush, most likely from embarrassment, dusted his cheeks. If only Midoriya had a camera to capture the rare moment.

“Did it really tickle so much that you had to call “quirk?”” Midoriya questioned, genuinely curious if he had gone too far.

Being somewhat in control of his own body again, Bakugou stood to his full height and faced his former best friend. If Midoriya noticed that his arms were still wrapped around and protecting his ribs, he didn’t say anything. “Of course it wasn’t that bad, dumbass. I-” Bakugou paused for a moment before looking away from Midoriya and continuing in a whispered voice. “I just didn’t want to risk making too much noise and waking anyone up and…”

He didn’t have to finish his thought for Midoriya to catch on to what he meant. He easily realized that Bakugou didn’t want any of their classmates to find out that he’s ticklish, which was understandable.

Midoriya nodded, showing Bakugou that he didn’t need to further explain. They stood in silence for a moment before the greenette chose to speak up again. “So why are you down here so late at night instead of sleeping in your dorm?”

Bakugou’s body visibly stiffened as he quickly cast his gaze towards the floor. If he hadn’t been exhausted beyond belief and still recovering from those nimble fingers that definitely did not tickle him, he probably would have told Midoriya to screw off and mind his own business. But instead, he answered, “If you really must know, shitty Deku, I had a dream about the damn sludge villain. I didn’t wanna deal with that shit again, so I just came down here to wait out until morning.”

Midoriya knew from experience that Bakugou didn’t want comforting words or pity. That would only make him feel even more vulnerable than he already was, and that wasn’t Midoriya’s intention. So instead, he simply replied in an indifferent tone, “Oh, alright then. Mind if I wait out here too then?”

Not waiting for an answer, Midoriya walked back to the couch and sat back down, spreading out comfortably but still leaving more than enough room for Bakugou. The last thing he wanted was for his former childhood best friend to have to recover from a nightmare alone. But he would never say it out loud, for Bakugou’s sake.

Two minutes passed before Bakugou inevitably decided to walk over and take the seat next to the other boy. Midoriya looked over and caught his classmate’s eye, nodding slightly to him with a small smile before turning back to gaze outside of the window.

Having gone from childhood best friends, to bully and victim, to rivals, to… wherever their relationship stood now, the two boys shared a strong bond that neither of them knew how to describe. But just being in each others’ presence in the dead of night, enjoying the silence between them, was comforting.

However, the pair would definitely not be feeling so relaxed if they hadn’t failed to notice a certain pink-haired alien queen that managed to capture a short, incriminating video before excitedly running off back to her dorm only a few mere moments ago.

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a/n: thanks for reading, and i hope you guys liked it! i’m still working on that fandom list but yeah MHA will definitely be on there lol. i’ll try to update again soon but until then have a great life y’all!!

[enigma-im]

Eighth day of Christmas...

Trope: Heat (NSFW) Relationship: Werewolf x Human Word Count: 7,058

I knew the moment I stepped off the bus that I was in trouble. From the horrid heat and melting pot of people, this was going to be a challenge. The dry air nearly made me cough the second I got off the steps. Everyone seemed as annoyed with the environment as I, which is a small relief. Looking around at all the people was both a relief and a nightmare. We all had no idea what was going on but I knew I stood out like a sore thumb.

"You," someone shouts, silencing the crowd. I look around till I spot a hardened older Soldier making his way towards me. The crowd splits before he can charge through. The man glares daggers at me before stopping uncomfortably close.

"Me," I ask, pointing to myself with unease.

"Yes, you," he shouts," what other mutts around here would I be talking to?"

"Right," I nearly drop my shoulders," what do you need?"

"I wanted to get a look at the first werewolf soldier who gets to become my guard dog for this year," he answers, appraising me with discontent," I expect excellence from you, mutt, this few months you will be chewed up and spit out a better dog than a better man. You have big shoes to fill, guiding your kind into the future and not a single one of us will give you an inch or centimeter to make mistakes. Do I make myself clear, private!"

I feel a bit wobbly at his words," uh, yes."

The man leans closer to my face, shouting despite the distance," What was that, mutt? Stand tall, be loud! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," I stand at attention, my stomach rolling into knots.

"That's better," he steps back," Now follow me."

The crowd splits again as the Drill Sargent stomps onward. As he passes, the young men and women look to me, a good mix of intrigued and disgust decorates the group. I straighten my shoulders and march after the man, keeping my head held high with pride.

The first werewolf to join the military, I got a lot to prove.

Conversation with the higher-ups of the camp was tense. I didn't expect it to go as well as it did, though a few sly jokes were made at my expense. They were all weirdly supportive of having me at the grounds, looking forward to trying out their new regimen for my kind. Having a stronger and more capable creature in their boot camp came with its own challenges it seems. They all seem excited to see what I can do.

A lot was explained, trying their best to just keep things running smoothly. No one was going to go easy on me and I'm expected to surpass even the best of their squads. I'm oddly invigorated to take on this challenge.

"With everything all situated, is there anything else we may need to know," the Executive officer asks. He is a sweet man, to my surprise, and has been appreciatively thorough with his preparations.

"Yea, we don't want any issues to come about with having you here. A lot of the soldiers are looking to make an example of you already, though you've done nothing wrong. So if there is anything we have to prepare for then please make light of it now," the senior drill sergeant explains.

"Nothing that I can envision happening here. I'm here to work and become the first in a line of werewolves to join the armed forces. Things will remain respectable on my end so if anything does go wrong I promise it won't be my fault," I answer. A big moment like this I can't even fathom screwing it up with some stupid actions. Let the people make their jokes and rude comments, I'm not bothered in the slightest.

"So we aren't going to catch you humping one of the other recruit's legs, right," the senior drill sergeant jokes.

"Don't want you going into heat and trying to fuck every woman in a mile radius of you," the executive officer joins in. I smile despite the discomfort, shaking my head before explaining.

"No, no, I may turn into a big mutt but I'm not so savage as to do something like that. Don't believe the women would be too receptive to me doing such a thing either. When little Fido does it, it's funny. When I do it, it's enough to get me sent to jail," I joke with them. The two laugh, easing some of the tension.

"But you do go into heat, don't you," senior drill sergeant asks," we look out for medical emergencies and if that will become an issue, let us know ahead of time."

I shake my head," no, that won't be an issue. We only go into heat for a specific person and finding them here would be one hell of a terrible time but I highly doubt it will actually happen. I'm sure I would have smelled them in the crowd if so."

"Specific person," the officer snickers," how romantic, Fido."

"Sounds romantic but I've seen some friends go into rut over their mates, it's not that romantic," I wince, remembering all the fights," it's not a hallmark movie moment, sir."

The officer cocks a brow, wary," I'm almost tempted to ask but I'll refrain for now. Either way, I'll have sergeant Crews bring you to your barracks, and hopefully, we won't have to speak again anytime soon."

I drop off my things at my bunk, sorting them into a chest before heading off to P.T.

The first week of basics is easy, though I'm warned about next week after some miss placed words. My squad takes to me nicely, though I can do without the nicknames. It's a better week than I could hope for after the horror stories from active duty members.

We all sit in the crowded mess hall. Murmurs of conversations can be heard over the disgusting chomping of food. In times like this, I almost wish I didn't have such great hearing. The wet slobbering is beginning to turn my stomach.

"Hey, Spot, is it true you transform on the full moon," Casey, a fellow recruit, asks beside me. I snort, picking at the slop on my tray.

"No, I can do it whenever I want," I answer," full moon thing was for you people to pin some other garbage on the magnetic effects the moon has on the earth."

"oh, wow, movies lied to me again," he lightly bangs his hand on the table," what about silver? Does that do anything for ya?" I scoff, looking at him a bit amused. It has been a lot of teasing but I haven't had anyone sit down and ask before.

"No, silver doesn't do anything for me. Neither does holy water, crosses, or garlic," I tease. Casey rolls his eyes, looking back to his meal with a pout.

"I'm not an idiot, those are for vampires," he grumbles. I chuckle, amused by this human's questions. As I tease the man some more I catch a wondrous smell.

"Besides, I know a normal bullet would work on you anyway," Casey points his fork to me. I can't pay him any mind as I slyly glance around. My heart is racing and pounding against my chest as the smell completely engulfs me. Please no, not now. As I'm looking towards the door I freeze as someone walks behind me. As if everything slowed to a halt I look to the recruit walking over to her table. I can't help but gawk though her attire isn't much to be aroused by.

Brown hair pinned up in a bun and terribly fitted brown and camouflaged clothing. It's meant to be plain and nonattention grabbing but she makes it work. My body thrums with need as I watch her sit at the end of the bench. I can't look away as she eats, looking at her lips like a starved man. I want her, I need her. It's the only thought that runs through my mind.

She couldn't come into my life just a few months later could she?

The whole day I feel like I'm on fire, sickly and distraught. I haven't even been here this long and I feel like I'm about to ruin everything. Surely I can just explain to the XO that I have to deal with this and get right back to basics. I nod, it won't be such a long delay, I'll be right back here shortly.

I head straight to the office, stubbornly marching past the groups still running about. The heavenly smell barely permeates the hot dry air but still nearly knocks me on my ass. My attention snaps straight to her doing push-ups with her squad. She makes quite the sight all sweaty and focused. I can't help but stop and watch.

The squad's drill sergeant walks the rows, screaming motivating insults to them all. My little mate grits her teeth as he passes by, her arms shaking each time they straighten. The sergeant stops before her, crouching down as she stays propped up.

"Getting tired there, private," the sergeant baits," want to take a little break, perhaps?"

"No, sir," she barks out.

"Then get that face in the dirt, let's go," he snaps back at her. The urge to run to the man and deck him in his hooked nose is strong. I have to shake my head of the thought to actually get some semblance of control. She gets back to her exercise, going hard and strong into her next set with a stiff focus on her face. It's admirable to see anyone as determined as she looks. It picks at my heart a bit.

I'm not just taking away this chance for me momentarily but her too. Would she want to take the time off to deal with me? It can't be that big of an issue but starting over has to be something she rather not do. I sure as hell don't want to start the week over even if it wasn't too difficult. She is human so it had to be hell for her. I hum, chewing my cheek.

With fist clenched I turn away from the offices and head back to my barracks. I'll just wait this out, three months is nothing. I can keep my cool that long.

I kept that line of thinking all up till I got to my bunk. The barracks are quiet, the snores of the recruits barely registering to my non-idle thoughts. Every part of me is racing, my heart, thoughts, limbs. I have way too much energy to just sit here. Closing my eyes does nothing but let the thoughts keep me up. I've never had such an issue before, especially here.

Staring up at the ceiling I think of my little mate. She's a cutie, that's for sure. Even with the unflattering get up I can't ignore the appeal of her body. She has strength, as does most of the people here, but watching her do exercises with her squad showed more than just basic strength. I smile to myself as I think about the determined look she had while finishing her set. I have a strong little mate.

I groan as my mind keeps replaying the scene over and over. I can only pray that the rest of the month won't be like this. Turning onto my side I force my eyes closed, trying my damndest to get even a few hours of sleep.

The next week I'm weirdly filled with energy. Every morning I wake up excited to do runs, outpacing everyone by miles as I speed down the dirt track. Exercises become a blessing and every moment I spend sitting down is one where I'm anxious to get back up. The nights are no better, my body humming with unspent energy. It feels amazing to get out there and work.

Sitting at the lunch table I shovel food into my mouth, leg bouncing under the table. I want nothing more than to get back out there and get rid of this energy but lunch is kind of important. As I unflatteringly gulp down the muck an erotic scent ceases my tension. Flowing over my body like a warm shower. I close my eyes, taking in the calm.

"So, I gotta ask," a woman before me asks," do werewolves generally have this puppy energy, or is it just you because watching you hall ass down the track is almost inspiring."

As I open my eyes I'm left gawking at the woman. My beautiful mate sitting just across the table, smirking with her arms crossed. I swallow hard, feeling oddly nervous at this moment. What should I say? Should I say something? She quirks a brow at me, waiting for a reply.

"uh," I clench my pants under the table," depends on the person?"

She hums," is that a question or an answer?"

I straighten," a-a answer, ma'am."

"Hey, lighten up," she knocks on the table," don't need any of the ma'am business. I just wanted to ask, you have been buzzing like a bee this past week and I was kind of hoping it was something I could learn instead of it being genetics." my palms feel clammy the more she speaks. She's so casual, I almost wish she wasn't. I can handle stupid full moon questions over this. I wipe my hand on my pants.

"Sorry, it's all genetics," I give her a half-smile," blessings of the father I'm afraid to say."

She props herself up on crossed arms, her breast squeezing together," so was your mom human? I didn't think you can cross-breed like that." my eyes flick down to her pushed out chest, gulping hard I look down to my hands. I wipe my palms on my pants.

"No, a werewolf can b-breed with anyone," I meet her eyes," just has to be their mate."

"Awe, that sounds cute," she coos. Before she can add anymore the sergeants come in to collect their squads. I watch her look to the crowd, her shoulders dropping. She turns back to me," well, was nice talking with ya, Cujo." with that she leaves.

I remain seated as everyone begins filling out. Looking to my lap I groan in frustration, I never felt more like a measly runt than right now. Couldn't even talk to her and I'm sitting here with a full chub. I look to the crowd once more, catching sight of her turning out of the doorway. Fisting my pants I whimper lowly in my throat.

If I knew talking with her would make things worse then I would have never done it. The night we first spoke was tenser than any before. I feel like ants are crawling all over my skin, my body unbelievably hot. My blankets feel scratchy and too rough on my sensitive skin. I can hardly sleep as all I can think about is that beautiful woman smiling at me from across the table. Her ample chest just perched on her crossed arms. My loins lurch at the thought, aching to a degree I've never experienced.

I fall onto my back, panting as I kick the blanket off myself. Looking down myself in the dark barracks I see the tent in my pants. I groan, thumping my head against the pillow. A boner over a minute conversation with a girl, surely I couldn't stoop so low. I peak at my lap, groaning again as I flex my toes. Perhaps a little attention can soothe the beast?

Timidly I slide my hand down my stomach, fingers sneaking under the hem of my pants. I grab the base of my shaft, squeezing it while slowly closing my eyes. Just have to do this quickly and I got to get some sleep. With the task in mind, I aim for fast. I pump my fist, going harder than I've usually started. My callused hand feels uncomfortable, not helping the smooth glide I need. I take my hands out of my pants and lick my palm before trying again.

I jerk off, feeling itchy and frustrated as I do. I try to get it out and done before anyone can wake up to notice but I can't get into it. Trying a new tactic I relax on the bed. Keeping my eyes shut I slowly pump my fist up and down my shaft, pleased with the torturous glide. An image of my mate sitting across the lunch table pops in my head, my cock twitching at the picture. I admire her harden face, the beauty in her full cheeks when she smiles. I wince as my fingers glide over my tip.

The image shifts as I stare at her tits resting on the table. They are laid bare, her sweet little nipples hard from the cold lunchroom. My cock pulses as I think about reaching over the table to grab her, grazing my hand over her little buds. A whimper tries to bubble out from my throat, the sound surprising. I can't pay it any mind as I imagine tweaking her nipples, watching her face twist in pleasure. In my palm my cock aches, demanding more as I pump harder.

The scene twists, she's bent over the table with her tight ass presented to me. I whimper again, bucking into my fist. A bulge nudges against my hand with every descent. It would be something to investigate if I wasn't so tempted to continue. I picture lining my dick up with her weeping slit, gently pressing my tip in with a retrained grunt. Another whine leaves me, the base of my cock throbbing worst than the rest of me. As fantasy me bottoms out inside her I bite my fist to reject the whimper trying to cry out.

"Fuck," I mumble in a cry. I jerk till I can feel my body shiver in its impending climax, utterly debauched at the fantasy playing out. As I reach my breaking point I grip the hard bulge at the base of my cock, squeezing as hard as I can as I cum in my boxers. My grip pulses as I unload all over myself.

My grip eases slightly as I catch my breath. I feel disgusting as the wet fabric sticks to my tip. Looking down my body I wince at the damp stain. I tug down my pants and catch a look at my still hard dick, I furrow my brow confused. Generally, I'm soft shortly after, not still ragingly hard. I look to the bulge still cupped in my hand. Well, that's new. I test a squeeze. A shot of pleasure jolts up my spine making my head feel fuzzy. I nearly curl into myself at the surprise. That's definitely new.

I take one more glance at myself, wincing at the sight. I'm no fresh pup, I know what's pulsing at my base. I just didn't think it would come out without being buried inside someone. Sighing, I tuck myself away and attempt to get some sleep. I wince at the sticky fabric, suddenly regretting not waiting till a more opportune time to do this.

Circling the track for the 2nd time I catch up with the squad. Everyone is taking a breather, panting hard after the three miles. I casually jog up to them, still vibrating with energy.

"How can you even do this, air bud," Scott grabs at his knees," I knew there would be running but…fuck."

I look at him bemused," air bud?"

"Well it's like my dog, Rufus," another squad member claps me on the shoulder," would just run around for hours once I let him outside." I look between the two.

"I just like running," I answer," I feel rather energetic lately."

We all talk as I bounce on my heels. The sergeant rounds us all up before heading off to the next part of PT.

We begin jumping jacks in our lines, listening to the drill sergeant scream encouragements. Looking off to the side I catch sight of another squad doing their miles. They all seem rather calm, must be their first mile. I watch them go by, just briefly catching sight of my little mate in the middle of the crowd. A smile curls on my face as I watch her run along. Her arms pumping and chest bouncing. A raging need thrums into my veins, my cock standing to attention. I watch her in a daze.

"What are you doing, boy," someone shouts, grabbing me by the back of my shirt. I stumble as I'm tugged backward, torn from my stupor. Catching my bearings I realized I've tried to walk out of formations, ignoring my exercises in favor of following her delicious smell.

"uh," I shake my head," Sorry, saw a squirrel." I half-smile, hoping the joke would land. He grits his teeth, tugging me back in line.

"I'd make you run another set but I think you would enjoy that, instead you're on patrol tonight, Fido," he shouts, walking back down the line," Let's start again, from the beginning. One, two, three…"

Lunch has me excited, feeling like my tail is ready to sprout out and reveal my pleasure. I quickly shovel down my muck, looking around like an eager pup for any sight of her. Spotting her coming out of the line and heading my way I can't help but wipe my face and straighten my clothes. I nearly bounce in my seat as she gets closer.

"So you do have a tail," Scott tugs on something behind me. I grunt, twisting around with a growl. Out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of my fluffy black tail.

"Ah, fuck," I grumble, looking to her coming closer then back at my tail. Without much thought, I pin it between the bench and my thigh.

"Hello, Cujo," she greets," you're endless energy for exercises will never cease to amaze me." she sits down at the table, her tray clanking against the metal. My tail tugs, wanting to break free. I open my mouth to answer, interrupted by someone clapping me on the back.

"Yea, it's making the rest of us look bad. He makes three miles look easy," Tyler jokes as he sits beside me.

"well, it is easy, you guys are just out of shape," she jokes back. I snort, glancing at the offended men on either side of me. My mate has a sense of humor I see.

"haha, hilarious, G.I. Jane," Tyler deadpans.

"It's funny you should say that because I caught you slacking behind your crew today," Scott props his smug face on his hand," it's bad enough they let dogs in the military but you women have a lot more to prove." I can't help but sneer at Scott.

She glares at him, crossing her arms and leaning forward." yea, well what's your excuse, cadet?"

Scott leans forward as well," got a handicap, love, hard to run with three legs."

My mate snorts a chuckle, shaking her head as she grabs her food," What kind souls the higher-ups are to let you join with such a clear handicap."

Scott bounces his brow," you know it, baby. I'll be happy to show you my treatment options, perhaps you can help?" I stiffen at the suggestion, my limbs and chest tightening as Scott continues to flirt. A low rumble climbs up my throat, back arching as I glare at him.

"Think I'll pass, I heard that men with large dicks tend to need too much prep work for a minute of entertainment," she bites back. Scott shrugs as Tyler chuckles, them all going back to their meal. The growl comes out louder, my teeth pricking at my lip as I snarl at him. Scott looks at me, recoiling at the clear aggression.

"You ok, Fido," Scott asks," looks like I'm trying to take your food or something." I feel everyone's eyes on me, confused and concerned. A possessiveness boils under my skin, demanding action against this male. I swallow hard, shaking my head as I glare down at my tray. Reigning back the shift, I shake my shoulders.

"Sorry," I growl," just feeling tense today." everyone nods, quietly eating their meals. I pass a glance to my mate, worried I pushed her away with my lack of control. We look to one another, the edge of her lip tugging up. She looks away with a shy smile gracing her beautiful face. I smile to myself as I eat.

After lunch I go for a run, feeling more anxious than yesterday. I dig hard, making record speed over my fifth mile. My body feels invigorated but anxious as I run. My brain goes a mile a minute, demanding attention to the one person driving me crazy. With Scott's words ringing in my ears all I can do is think about the threat. Someone is encroaching on my territory, challenging my claim.

I shake my head, I haven't claimed her. Hell, I don't even know her name. I run harder. Pictures of her flash through my head, my fantasy of the other night forcing discomfort to my groin. I shake again. Just running isn't doing enough, I need more now.

Slowing to a stop I take off my shirt. Crouching and pressing my fingers to the ground I allow my skin to break. I grunt with my bones snapping and rearranging. The pain feels great, an action my body agrees with greatly. With my claws digging into the dirt and fur bristling in the breeze I bolt down the track on all fours.

cadets and Sergeants gawk as I high tail it around the trail. I breathe heavy, tongue lulled to the side as I hear the air roar in my ears. Everything feels so open and free. This is something I've missed all week. Changing in front of everyone made me feel embarrassed, self-conscious. I'm not like them and proving that could lead to problems. Right now, I couldn't care less. I have other issues to deal with.

After running around for hours I fall in the grass near the tree line, laying on my stomach to bask in the sun. I should be exhausted now, all this mating energy out for the time being. Closing my eyes and resting my chin on my paws I relax. It's a lovely day out.

Sitting there for a moment I feel a burst of energy. I growl. Two hours of running on top of PT this morning, how can I be nearly vibrating with need? This mating business is getting harder and harder to ignore. All I think, hear, smell is her. My cock stirs against my stomach, the hot length pinned to the ground. I growl again.

Making my way to the showers I angrily toss my torn shorts and turn the water on. I step into the cold stream, shocked at the temperature. This should help, I can chill out before patrols tonight. Closing my eyes I press my head against the tiled wall. Not even a second in and I see her. I see her wet and naked before me, giving me eyes and beckoning me forward. I clench my fist and grow as my cock throbs.

"Fine," I grab my erection," you win again."

I jerk myself hard and fast, snarling as I picture pounding into her sweet cunt. Bucking into my fist I imagine her bouncing breast and wonderful cries of pleasure. I need her, I need her so damn bad. Baring my teeth with clenched eyes I feel my base ache. I grab at my knot, pinching it in a tight grip. I can feel my seed go up my shaft, spraying the wall. Whimpering, I pulse my grip on my base, sighing as each drop is let out.

"I can't keep doing this," I whimper," I'm so tired." my cock doesn't soften, even as I turn the water off and dry myself it still aches for her.

Walking the perimeter I look around the dark camp. My uniform feels scratchy and tight as I step. There are bags under my eyes and I'm still filled with energy. I'm tired and hyper at the same time. The walk around the base feels like a dream, hollow and dazed. I'm so sleepy.

The sound of a door opening catches my attention the same time a wonderous perfume punches me in the nose. My head snaps to a shed out a bit of way from the main building. A light is shining out the open door, a shadow cast on the sidewalk. I take another inhale of that sweet scent, my cock pulses.

Like a zombie, I shuffled to the shed. The corners of my vision are distorted as I turn into the doorway. My eyes snap to the person standing at the opposite end next to a shelf. She looks over her shoulder, smiling when she realizes who it is.

"Hey, Cujo," my mate greets," you look like shit, you ok?" she takes a step to me, concerned. A growl snaps out my mouth, my shoulders sagging forward. She recoils, taking a step back. I match her, taking one forward. "Cujo," she tries to say casually but comes out a little worried," you need something from the shed?" I take another step. Her back hits the shelf, startling her as she watches me stalk forward. With all my control out the window, I storm towards her, bracing my hands on either side of her head. My face buries against her neck, taking a large inhale.

"What's your name," I growl out, using the final bit of control I have to ask.

"S-Samantha, my friends call me Sam," she jokes with a timorous hilt. I lick up the taunt tendon of her throat, she shudders. "Cujo," she timidly runs her hand up my arm," what's happening?" I nearly purr at her touch. Her words barely register as I lap at her skin, drunk on her already. I hear the smallest whimper from her, making my ears perk up.

"W-what's your name," she asks as her hand glides up my back to card her fingers through my hair.

"Trevor," I bite at her shoulder," and I can't take it anymore."

"Take what," she says nearly breathless. I can't answer, only having enough thought to grab her thighs and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist easily, pulling me against her heat. My eyes nearly roll with the friction. With little thought I slowly rock my hips, my tongue licking up her neck to her cheek then licking over her lips. Her fingers tug on my hair, scratching at my skin.

"You want me," she asks. I buck hard into her in answer, she chuckles. "Am I your mate," she asks. A spark starts in my loins at her saying such a thing. Does she accept this? Accept me?

Aching and primed I get her on the ground, licking her as I feel my tail stuck in my pants. My brain is muddled and unfocused, wanting to tear her clothes off and mount her right here. It feels wrong- it feels right. I bite at her shoulder again, frustrated beyond belief as I grind into her.

"S-sam," I whimper," Please."

She tugs on my hair again, snaking her hand under my shirt to pet at my sprouting fur. "What do you want, Trevor," she asks.

"You," I dig my teeth into her skin," you, you, you."

She laughs, rubbing her cheek against mine," then have me, big boy."

In a flurry of need, lust, want, I rip her shirt. I can't bring myself to feel guilty as her nearly naked torso is before me. I lather at her chest, plucking the little strap between her cups with my clawed finger. My tongue wets her nipples, chest, stomach, listening to her little adorable whimpers. I feel frenzied as I shove her pants down and bury my face against her cunt. She smells sweet, tastes like ambrosia.

"Oh, good boy," she grips my hair too tightly. I lap are her folds like a dying man, feeling my body pulse and rejoice. She is amazing and all mine, open and pleasured by me. Her body wiggles and grinds against me, forcing me to hold her hips. Her thighs clamped around my face, nearly covering my ears. I'm pleased to hear her cries and feel her tighten around my tongue as I force it inside her. Oh, by the gods, she's divine.

I continue showering my attentions upon her as she tries to push me away," that's enough, Trevor, I need you." my head perks up at her words. She needs me? I sit up, ripping my already torn shirt off my shifted body. I rush to undo my pants, tearing at them enough for my cock to poke through. I look down at her cunt, licking my chops with excitement. I fall over her, hands framing her head. My hips gravitate towards her, needing her more than air. I whimper as I can't bring myself to plunge into her like a savage. Whimper again I meet her eyes, begging her.

She smiles, reaching up and petting my cheek," go ahead, Trevor, I think I understand." overjoyed I lick her mouth, tail wagging freely now.

Now free to do as I need I look between us and nudge my cock against her. My tip spreads her folds but delving into her awaiting heat is hard. I can't think, instincts taking all my control. I whimper again, looking at her. She smiles sweetly, reaching down and guiding me. I wait eagerly for her to lead me, feeling her place me at her entrance. I shove forward, engulfed easily. I whine and growl as I push as far as I can go. I try to nudge further but my base is already swollen. I chuff.

With my new addiction wrapped around my cock I withdraw before plunging into her divine heat with a heavy breath. This is what I've needed, what I've craved. I can't stop myself from bucking into her hard and fast, demanding everything with each thrust. My ears ring as I'm taken to a world of pure bliss.

Samantha writhes and whimpers with me, grabbing at the fur on my chest. I lean closer, pressing my body to hers. My thrusts begin to shorten till I'm rutting into her with shallow humps. Short uncontrolled bucks that leave my knot knocking at her entrance. An overwhelming need overtakes me. I bump my knot harder and harder against her, demanding entrance with every nudge. With a hard push, she opens more for me. I grunt as I force it, locking her to me with a satisfied sigh.

We both wriggle against each other till I'm left whining against her shoulder, with a well-timed clench on her part I'm bursting inside her. I bite down on her shoulder, marking her as my cum paints her insides. Her walls flutter around me. I listen to her melodious cries as I cum. It's too perfect, too beautiful.

With my cock locked inside her I can't help but wag my tail and lick at her face. She giggles, allowing me to shower her in affection as she rests on the floor. I pamper her, licking at her sweat and cleaning every part I can reach. She is mine now, my wonderful mate.

As my knot begins to deflate I feel the week catch up with me. I collapse on her, my cock softening and falling out. She grunts as my weight is on her. My eyes begin to flutter, my body coming back to its original state. I drift off to sleep without a care in the world.

I awaken in an unfamiliar bed with unfamiliar clothes. Without much thought I sniff out my mate, wanting to roll into her comforting arms. A disgusting chemical smell greets me instead of her warm scent. I jump awake, scared, and worried immediately.

"Whoa, cool it, Spot," someone catches my attention. I snap my eyes to them, seeing a skinny man in normal military attire. The brown shirt and camo pants.

"Where is Sam," I growl, disoriented as adrenaline fills my veins.

"The girl? Probably talking with the XO," he shrugs," should be back here soon." the man looks to his computer on his medical trolley. Feeling he is distracted I jump from the bed and bolt to the door. I can hear him shout but I'm too busy taking in the scents around me. I look left, nothing. I look right, I smell her.

Charging down the halls I turn this way and that as I follow her trail. I feel stressed and angry, to an unbelievable degree. I need her in my sight, in my arms. Her scent leads me to a door, the words on the sign not registering in my mind. I slam it open, spotting her immediately.

"Oh, hey," she smiles as she turns in her chair. She has more to say but I interrupt her. Plucking her from her seat I slam her against my body and bury my face to her neck. I take in her scent, assess her health and the environment. The smell of another makes me stiffen but her fingers scratching behind my ear makes me purr. I can feel my tail wagging behind me.

"Tamed the dog, how cute," someone says. I snap my head to them, nearly growling at my XO. He sits at his desk smug, but still intimidatingly powerful. Though I hold back a sound I can't help but bear my teeth to him.

"Let's not antagonize the pup, alright," Sam jokes. She guides me over to the seats, parting to take her own. Looking from her to the XO I feel the urges again, a primal need to get her out of sight of this male. I shake my head to put myself back into a normal mindset. Reluctantly I sit down.

"Now the excitement is over, Cadet Trevor Galius. You are relieved of training till further notice along with Cadet Samantha Backster," he says calmly. I stiffen at the dismissal, looking at Sam in clear worry. Will she be mad? This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, taking her choice away. Sam glances at me with a disarming smile. I remain wary.

"For how long," I ask.

"Till next January, that's when winter training starts. For now, I encourage you two to settle all that needs to be settled before then," he glares over to me," I'd hate to have a repeat of this semester." I wince, looking down at my lap.

"Will this put a delay on werewolves being allowed in the armed forces," I peak up at my XO. He smiles to himself, dropping it quickly.

"I admire your dedication to this cause but no, there be no delay for werewolves. I hope you don't mind too much not being the first one," he answers. Most of my worries melt off at his words. The only person I'm potentially holding back is Sam, no one else has to suffer for my lack of control.

"That won't be a problem, sir," I answer.

With no final notes, we are dismissed. I walk with Sam out into the hall, fidgeting all the while. We walk out of the main building in silence. Should I say something? Is she mad? I pass glances at her, looking for any signs of distress. She gives nothing away.

"Just ask, I know it's killing you," she bites her lip to stop her grin. I fall apart, reaching out and pulling her against me. I can't take not touching her.

"Please don't be mad at me. I didn't want to force you out of training like this but trying to hold back was killing me. I'm so sorry," I whimper into her hair. She awkwardly pats at my back as I apologize.

"I'm not mad," she answers," far from it. I'm rather excited about all this. Like, it's not every day something like this happens."

I recoil from her, confused," you're not mad?"

She shakes her head," no, I actually had some guesses around our second conversation."

I look at her bemused," you did?"

"Yea, I knew about the werewolf mate thing from my cousin. I went to her wedding about two years ago and she was mated to one of your kind. She wouldn't shut up about how they met and the utter romantic garbage she experienced from him," she scoffs," it was almost sickening how sweet they were but I got to learn some signs. You have been tense and full of energy lately. I figured that was normal but you perked up a lot when I showed up. It was really cute. Still, I had some guesses and when you came to the shed it was heavily validated. So in the end, I'm not mad. Lowkey a little happy you didn't do some over the top romantic gestures like my cousin's man did."

I listen to her rant amused and amazed. She knew? A part of me thinks she just had some hopeful thoughts and wanted the signs to be for her. Or maybe I'm not as good as I think at hiding this. Either way, it doesn't matter because she doesn't hate me. She wants me and I can't do anything but be thrilled.

With a snort, I pull her into a kiss, ecstatic with the turn of events. She smiles against my lips, pulling me close. As we kiss a few people walk back, whistling and making sly comments at us. We part, chuckling with one another at their jokes.

"So you aren't mad you have to join back next year," I ask just to be sure.

"Maybe a little," she shrugs," I guess your just going to have to make me forgive you."

I growl, leaning down and nipping at her neck. Her shriek of laughter makes me giddy. I have my mate, and she's perfect.