#now you’re an old hag just like me (19)

[stari-hun]

It’s the birthday of that evil twink but funny enough it’s also the bday of the evil dog I’m friends with

WRAHHHH blowing up the medikaal for you @anonymocha

[haezzzn]

we should stick together. you’re my best friend i’ll love you forever. AKA: HAEMIN’S RELATIONSHIPS WITHIN TXT. ib: @hausofanya

YEONJUN AND HAEMIN

“well i was born in 19-”

“NINETEEN?! your year starts with 19?!”

to haemin, yeonjun is an old man, a HAG, ancient history, about to fall apart and fade to dust any day now. you will NEVER not hear this boy making fun of yeonjun’s age (think seokjin and jungkook or seungmin and chan). it’s crazy because haemin was originally TERRIFIED of yeonjun, because of his whole status as a legendary trainee. was shaking in his boots every time they talked. but once they were in a group, and they got comfortable it was over from then.

KISUNG AND HAEMIN

“you wanna do something fun haeminnie?”

they originally bonded over the fact that their korean kinda sucked when they started training, or at least haemin’s did. he could barely get sentences out, and there was almost always english slipped in. kisung helped him a lot and they became attached at the hip. they do everything together, kisung gives haemin energy and he basically just lights up around the older boy. they’re inseparable.

ALEXEINDRE AND HAEMIN

“this is the last time i let you drag me into this stuff.”

“yeah okay. if you say so.”

haemin reminds him a lot of his (barely) younger sister cléo. haemin’s adorable and good at lying, so he’s able to charm his hyungs into doing pretty much anything. he drags alexei into literally all the trouble and just smiles cutely afterwards and it’s just fine. you can never really get mad at haemin.

SOOBIN AND HAEMIN

“hyung you’re staring.”

“you’re just so cute i can’t stand it.”

soobin ADORES haemin, his pride and joy. soobin takes like complete credit on raising him as if he’s his own son and as if the others (especially kisung) didn’t help. there’s so many compilations of soobin just staring at haemin with such a proud/adoring look in his eyes. and it’s like the same way too, haemin looks up to soobin so much, he wants to be just like soobin, talented and leader like.

BEOMGYU AND HAEMIN

“hey haemin……where are we?”

“idk i was following you, hyung.”

it’s not even like on purpose. like kisung and haemin get into trouble on purpose, because it’s fun. beomgyu and haemin get into trouble because for whatever reason they CANNOT stay out of it. they are always at the scene of the crime, it’s actually so bad. at one point they literally had to use those like leashes that kindergarten classes use while out in public so the managers could keep track of them.

TAEHYUN AND HAEMIN

“haemin i told you i have to practice right now, you can’t just sleep on me…..oh alright maybe just for a little while.”

taehyun is whipped for haemin. he’s haemin’s go to hyung when he wants cuddles and to take naps because the older bot just for whatever reason can’t say no (soobin and yeonjun sometimes can, key word sometimes). any time haemin is caught sleeping, he’s probably with taehyun. he’s also NOT a morning person snd taehyun is the one who shares a room with him and has to force him awake in the mornings.

HUENING KAI AND HAEMIN

*supposed to be practicing*

“did you know that sharks don’t have bones?”

“really? how did you find that out minnie?”

they’re ALWAYS in their own world, especially when they’re not supposed to like at practice and at concerts. one of the most popular clips from txt is them just sitting on the stage making bracelets for the fans with kisung and missing ALL of their parts because they’re so focused.

kisung can be found at @wondrelove! and alexei at @enaeura/@hausofanya !

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2023 day 30: In the Bog

Summary: Dark goes with two of her boys to get a lost item, and get more than they bargained for.

A/N: Birthdays for Illinois, Yancy and Magnum. One of which is not appearing in this fic.

Prompt: Witch/Wizard

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Yancy liked getting out of town, stretching his legs.

The Manor was great, the haunted woods were great, but he liked seeing new places. Even if there was a pit in his stomach that he couldn’t identify. But it was fine. He was with Dark and his older brother Illinois. Everything was alright with the world.

Except for the fact that he was in the middle of a bog in the haunted woods. Boating down a swampy river. Yancy was in a black leather jacket, jeans, and a white shirt.

Dark had made a little boat out of pure aura. Magic driving the boat forward in whatever direction Dark wanted. Dark was in her red soul form, aura dancing between her fingers and staining her sharp nails with an inky black aura.

“Is she going to have it?” Illinois asked Dark.

“Yes,” she said. Her aura moved over to center Illinois’s hat, and to smooth down the collar of his shirt. “But that’s not the problem.”

Dark stopped talking and stood up, her aura grabbing an illusion in front of them and prying it open.

Instead of more river was a marshy island with an old cabin that looked like it was more made of sticks and moss than actual wood.

The door opened and a small, old woman came out. She came to stand on the shore of the marshy island. A long wooden walking stick in her hand.

Just as Dark’s boat wedged itself into the bog around the island.

“Foul hag,” she said with all the defiance that Dark hated.

“Wretched crone,” Dark said in kind.

“What do you want?” She asked.

Dark’s ringing became a bit more shrill. “You know what I want. Give me it back, you hag.”

“Beauty before age, you old witch,” she said.

Dark felt the need to smite her with her aura.

Yancy leaned over the side of the boat, giving his best smile. “Hey, pardon my mom, we need those ingredients,” Yancy said.

The bog witch smiled at Yancy. “My, my. What a polite young man. You must have gotten your manners from your other father, because this one, in any version, certainly has none.”

“Come on, it’ll be fine,” Illinois said. “We got this.”

“That hubris will be your downfall,” the witch said.

“You sound like my ex,” Illinois said.

“Give me the box,” Dark said, aura curled around her.

“I will give you the box if you let me divinate your boys’ futures,” the witch told Dark.

“You are not coming a mile near them with your nasty tonics,” Dark said.

“Come on, it’ll be fine,” Illinois said as he got out of the boat and onto the island. His lucky coin in hand. “I won’t let her poison Songbird.”

Yancy climbed out after his adopted brother, making Dark stay close to them.

“One wrong move and you’re dead,” Dark said as her boat disintegrated, its job done for now.

They moved into the surprisingly spacious but still homely. Dark hung around nearby as the witch poured out some bowls of soup.

“Just eat what you want,” the witch said. “No need to feel pressured.”

Illinois tried to eat the entire thing but found himself unable to finish it, leaving some large chunks of potatoes behind. Potatoes that he knew he should enjoy. There was more than a bit of broth still left.

For Yancy’s bowl he’s been able to finish the whole thing except for little stringy root vegetables that he didn’t know what they were. Eventually he would learn that they were yuca. The yuca had deep cuts along the outside that looked like vertical bars.

Yancy was busy picking strands of yuca out of his teeth as the witch came over to him over their bowls.

She hummed over Yancy’s first, poking at the yucca that had seemed to get harder than it should have. “I see things lost, to be returned and then lost again. A trap with a key in your palm but a locked door in  front of you.”

“Youse talking about finding my blue suede shoes?” Yancy couldn’t think of a single other more important thing that he had lost. “I loved making jokes with them.”

“Time will tell,” the witch said.

Then she turned to Illinois’s bowl, looking at the potatoes floating in broth like islands in a sea. “You will find what you lack. True love that comes with a price.”

Illinois’s head canted to the side a bit and he smiled. “What do they look like? Am I allowed to know or is it one of those things where I’ll know it when I see it.

“The options are as many as islands in an ocean, but only one will grant you safe harbor.” The witch spoke as she walked over to a cabinet and pulled out an ornate black and golden box.

She placed it on the table and Dark carefully grabbed it and opened it. Revealing a ballerina in red with short black hair, dancing in place as soft music played.

Dark closed it and moved it into a portal that brought the music box safely to her office in the Manor.

“Thank you for the soup, boys, let's go,” Dark said with gritted teeth.

Dark took Illinois and Yancy through a portal. Illinois and Yancy thanked her as they left.

The witch smiled after them.

Her work, for now, was done.

A/N: I wanted to include Magnum, I tried but he didn’t show up to the film shoot. Maybe next time.

[nicka-nell]

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Pairing: Osamu x reader (main route), Atsumu x reader

Genre: Social Media-AU, text

Warning: mdni

Wrap it: 2021/07/19 - Monday

Somehow, it was weird when you met Osamu the next day. The mood was tense, and you felt uncomfortable. Even Osamu didn’t quite know how to behave until one customer asked which funeral you both would go to, as quiet as you were. Both of you had to laugh and somehow that was the little bit that was needed to break the ice between you two. From that moment, time flew by again. Everything was forgotten, at least for that moment, and with a broad grin you listened to his keyring rustling as Osamu closed the store door for today.

“The ice cream is really delicious, isn’t it?”

Asks Osamu, who already carries a large shopping bag with clothes you had bought for yourself and Atsumu. Both of you stroll through the streets, past different shops where you can’t get in with the food. The ice is great, and especially with the warm weather today, it cools your body down a bit.

Nodding your smile at him before taking a bite of your waffle. You look really pretty now that you’re smiling again. In general, he is happy that everything between you is getting better, even if his chest feels somehow heavy. Unlike the other days when he was with you. But he secretly knows what causes this unpleasant feeling in his chest. The feeling to be with you while he's still so far away from you. Anyway, he’s here to make up for his stupid behavior from last week.

“Hey Osamu, are you alright? You look at me like a serial killer.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that. Where do you want to go again?”

“To the fabric store, of course!” you say pouting and bite off your waffle again.

Smiling, Osamu nods and looks at the shop just a few steps in front of you, on which “Finest Fabrics” is written on a sign and walks straight with you to the shop. Arriving in front of the door, you see a grim old woman clearing her throat and pointing at your ice.

“Food is not allowed here.” Croaks her rude voice. You hear Osamu sighing, turning to you and looking at your ice cream, which is almost completely gone in your stomach. He, too, may have two bites left. Not even ice cream, just the waffle, so that old hag could have made an exception. Whatever, he thinks and shrugs his shoulders before stuffing the waffle into his mouth and chewing it up.

You can’t stop laughing at this sight. Osamu looks like a little defiant boy, especially with all the waffle crumbs on the corner of his mouth. His eyes are getting big now that he notices you. “What is so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. You just… You’ve got some crumbs there.” You say and point at a place at your mouth where Osamu has the remains of his waffle. Embarrassed, he turns away from you and by his ear tips you can see that he has turned red. You really can’t be mad at him for long, just like Atsumu. You just like him too much.

“Stop laughing and eat your ice cream so we can get into the old hag’s store.”

Outraged, the woman makes a sound in front of you. Cannot believe how untutored the young people of today are. “I’m done, let’s go inside.”

From the outside, the fabric shop looked inconspicuous and rather small, but now that you’re in here, it’s amazingly big. “Wow, the place is huge!” You shout as you hear a “psst” behind you from the old woman shaking her head.

“Keep it down, please. There’s no screaming in my shop.”

“I’m sorry…” You answer her quietly and go with Osamu into a passage with many large rolls of cloth.

“Do you know why this place is so big?” Asks Osamu, who gives the old hag an unfriendly look before looking for your attention. Shaking your head, you look away from the fabrics, up to Osamu.

“The place is so big because this old witch conjures it up bigger than it actually is.” He bends a bit forward so he can whisper in your ear. You laugh out loud, slap Osamu on the shoulder before you seal your mouth with your hands because you just noticed that you were loud again.

“What’s going on here!”

You can hear the old woman as Osamu grabs you by the wrist and runs with you to the big rolls of cloth at the end of the passage. Gently he shoves you in front of him, before he pulls the cloth from the roll and wraps you both in it.

"Hey what are you doing, haha?"

He has to stop himself from laughing when he puts his index finger on his mouth, waiting for the woman to finally disappear. He had not felt so alive for a long time, had so much fun. It’s all because of you.

“These young people, pfff…” says the old woman before her steps depart from you and everything is silent again. Only your breath is loud in your ears.

“That was close.” Osamu whispers to you as he turns and looks you in the eye. Only now does he notice how close you are. That your body is pressed against his, your breath almost tickles him. His heart races, not because of that little adrenaline rush, but because of you.

“Osamu?” You ask him, since he suddenly looks at you so seriously, hope that he can not recognize your fast beating heart and your face so well, because you are literally glowing. “Is-”

But before you can finish your sentence, you can feel his hand caressing your cheek, the other still holding the cloth as his lips press on yours. As soft as silk, they brush over yours before you feel his tongue begging you for permission. You part your lips, give in to the kiss and have the feeling that your heart jumps out of your chest as he slowly lets go of the kiss, almost smiles at you sadly.

“I’m sorry, that was really stupid of me. I crossed the line again. ”

A mistake… Nothing but a mistake was this kiss for him, a mistake that is beautiful and yet painful at the same time. “Right… Let’s pick the tablecloths and get out of the witch forest.” You try to say as cheerfully as possible and skillfully slip past Osamu, out of the cloth cave in which he had wrapped you.

“Yeah, let’s pick the tablecloths.”

You find what you’re looking for quickly. Both of you notice that the mood between you is again awkward when you come to the cash register with the old woman. She tells you they could finish here the tablecloths with the selected fabric in the tailoring shop in a few days so that you give her your phone number so you can pick up the fabric later.

The fabric shop was the only one you wanted to go to, so you went home in silence afterwards, say goodbye with an awkward hug and good night to each other. You’re not mad at him, but still you are sad. Why did he kiss you with such a sad expression? Why is everything complicated between you two? Why is there no clear line between you two? Why is it so complicated when it could be beautiful....

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[donttalkaboutmemes]

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 100+ sentence meme’s for the Disney movie Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to use for your writing and roleplaying needs!

 1.      “Once upon a time there lived a lovely little princess.”

2.      “Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”

3.      “You are the fairest one of all.”

4.      “Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space.”

5.      “Through wind and darkness, I summon thee.”

6.      “Speak! Let me see thy face!”

7.      “What wouldst thou know, my queen?”

8.      “Famed is thy beauty, majesty.”

9.      “Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.”

10.   “Alas, she is more fair than thee.”

11.   “Alas for her! Reveal her name!”

12.   “Lips red as the rose. Hair black as ebony. Skin white as snow.”

13.   “Can you keep a secret? Promise not to tell? We are standing by a wishing well.”

14.   “Take her far into the forest. Find some secluded glad where she can pick wildflowers and there, my faithful huntsman, you will kill her.”

15.   “Silence! You know the penalty if you fail.”

16.   “To make doubly sure you do not fail, bring back her heart in this.”

17.   “What’s the matter? Where’s your mama and papa?”

18.   “Why, I believe you’re lost. Oh, please don’t cry.”

19.   “Come on, perk up. Won’t you smile for me?”

20.   “I can’t! I can’t do it! Forgive me. I beg of you, your highness. Forgive me.”

21.   “She’s mad, jealous of you! She’ll stop at nothing!”

22.   “Now run, child! Run away! Hide in the woods, anywhere! Never come back!”

23.   “Please don’t run away! I won’t hurt you.”

24.   “I’m awfully sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, but you don’t know what I’ve been through. And all because I was afraid.”

25.   “I really feel quite happy now. I’m sure I’ll get along somehow.”

26.   “I do need a place to sleep at night. I can’t sleep in the ground, like you.”

27.   “Maybe you know where I can stay. In the woods somewhere?”

28.   “Oh, it’s adorable! Just like a dolls house!”

29.   “Mark my words, there’s trouble a brewing! Felt it coming all day!”

30.   “Don’t touch it, you fools! It might be poisoned.”

31.   “You see? It’s witches brew!”

32.   “You crazy fool! Fine time you picked to sneeze!”

33.   “Quiet, you fool! You wanna get us all killed?”

34.   “Don’t be afraid. We’re right behind you.”

35.   “He says it’s a monster asleep in our beds.”

36.   “She’s beautiful. Just like an angel.”

37.   “Angel? Hah! She’s a female and all females is poison! They’re full of wicked wiles.”

38.   “Oh! You can speak! I’m so glad!”

39.   “We know who we are. Ask he who she is and what she’s doing here.”

40.   “Please don’t send me away! If you do, she’ll kill me.”

41.   “She’s an old witch! I’m warnin’ ya!”

42.   “If the queen finds her here, she’ll swoop down and wreak her vengeance on us!”

43.   “She’s full of black magic!”

44.   “She’ll never find me here, and if you let me stay, I’ll keep house for you.”

45.   “Suppers not quite ready. You’ll just have time to wash.”

46.   “Goodness me, this will never do. March straight outside and wash, or you’ll not get a bite to eat.”

47.   “Courage men, courage! Don’t be nervous!”

48.   “I’m warnin’ ya, you give ‘em an inceh, and they’ll walk all over ya!”

49.   “Don’t listen to that old warthog.”

50.   “A fine bunch of water lilies you turned out to be.”

51.   “I’d like to see anybody make me wash if I didn’t want to.”

52.   “Let me loose, you fools! Let me loose!”

53.   “Smells like a petunia.”

54.   “You’ll pay dearly for this.”

55.   “Magic mirror on the wall, who now is the fairest one of all?”

56.   “Over the seven jeweled hills, beyond the seventh water fall, in the cottage of the seven dwarves dwells the fairest one of all.”

57.   “She lies dead in the forest. The huntsman has brought me proof. Behold, her heart.”

58.   “Tis the heart of a pig you hold in your hand.”

59.   “Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness, change my queenly raiment to a peddlers cloak.”

60.   “Mummy dust to make me old.”

61.   “To shroud my clothes, the black of night.”

62.   “To age my voice, an old hags cackle.”

63.   “To whiten my hair, a scream of fright.”

64.   “A blast of wind to fan my hate.”

65.   “Now begin thy magic spell.”

66.   “And now, a special sort of death for one so fair. What shall it be?”

67.   “One taste of the poisoned apple and the victims eyes will close forever in the sleeping death.”

68.   “Tell us a story. A true story. A love story.”

69.   “Well…once there was a princess…and she fell in love.”

70.   “Was the princess you?”

71.   “Anyone could see that the prince was charming.”

72.   “Was he strong and handsome?”

73.   “Was he big and tall?”

74.   “There’s nobody like him anywhere at all.”

75.   “Did he say he loved you?”

76.   “Did he steal a kiss?”

77.   “He was so romantic I could not resist.”

78.   “You sure you’ll be comfortable?”

79.   “Dip the apple in the brew, let the sleeping draught seep through.”

80.   “When she breaks the tender peel to taste the apple in my hand, her breath will still. Her blood congeal.”

81.   “But wait! There may be an antidote. Nothing must be overlooked.”

82.   “The victim of the sleeping death can be revived only by loves first kiss.”

83.   “Loves first kiss? Bah! No fear of that.”

84.   “Don’t forget, my dear, the old queen’s a sly one. Full of witchcraft.”

85.   “Be careful. If anything happened to you…I…”

86.   “Now I’m warnin’ ya, don’t let nobody or nothin’ in the house.”

87.   “Why, you do care.”

88.   “All alone, my pet?”

89.   “It’s apple pies that make the mensfolks mouth water. Pies made from apples like these.”

90.   “Wait til you taste one. Like to try one?”

91.   “Go on. Go on. Have a bite.”

92.   “Shame on you, frightening a poor old lady.”

93.   “What ails these crazy birds?”

94.   “Because you’ve been so good to me, I’ll share a secret with you.”

95.   “This is not ordinary apple. It’s a magic wishing apple. One bite and all your dreams come true.”

96.   “Now make a wish and take a bite.”

97.   “We have to save her! She’ll kill her!”

98.   “There must be something your little heart desires. Perhaps there’s someone you love.”

99.   “Old granny knows a young girls heart.”

100.  “Take the apple and make a wish.”

101.  “I wish that he will carry me away to his castle where we will live happily ever after.”

102. “Don’t let the wish grow cold!”

103. “Her breath will still. Her blood congeal.”

104. “Now I’ll be fairest in the land!”

105. “I’ll crush your bones!”

106. “So beautiful, even in death.”

107. “They fashioned a coffin of glass and gold, and kept eternal vigil at her side.”

108. “The prince, who had searched far and wide, heard of the maiden who slept in the glass coffin.”

109.  “And so they lived happily ever after.”

[psychemeanscure]

PART 19

He was right on relieving from consciousness, flashing the dark orbs of his eyes into its exact track. He was welcome, by the illuminating red lights of an empty four walls. Yet even between the repulsive hue he has seen, its emanating features can still awe someone in appreciation.

He starts turning his head side to side hoping to seek anyone who can possibly explain his dumbstruck situation. But no one other than its dark corner. Pure eerie silence for it starts to creeps him up. It feels like he was alone even if he sensed it. He was being watched. He tried remembering anything that had happened to him before he ends up the empty space, however nothing aside from blackout. Gulping an invisible lump in his throat, he takes the courage.

“Hello! Is anybody here? Hello!”

Then again, nothing. He wasn’t reciprocated thus he tried once again. “Hello! Anyone? Hello! Help! Help me please!” His bellowing plead already as he begins to move his body just to realize its certain numbness for he can’t assert further except slight thrashes. So he decides to give up that the only thing he could do was to look down by the cold pavement he was on.

When a droplet fell onto his head. Then another, with another so he starts cupping it then. Realizing what that is, panic came after him for it only takes him a second to lift his head up. Mr. Kim was terrified.

Helpless shriek echoed with terror. “What the f*ck.” As he forcefully pushes himself to dodge being under it. For the dripping blood onto his forehead now, was actually from a dead man tied up into upside-down. Parted lips full of gruesomeness, eyeballs were no longer apples but white. He was stuck in fear looking at it. Words left unspeakable.

Just before he finally heard the first sound he was searching all along. The portion which he failed to look into. A podium with three steps lit up with a leather single sofa set as the person behind the diligent rhythm of shoes comes into light.  

Jang Taeyoung arrogantly slumps onto his single couch, pulling out the sunglass he was wearing while his men came after the dark corners which the prosecutor thought empty. “Good to know you’re awake Mr. Kim, you almost got me boredom watching from my monitors you know.” Sighing, he spreads his arms with proudness. “Anyhow. Welcome to my humble abode.”                

His playground. The underground he was talking about, was actually a pretty leisure red room exclusive for bastards shamelessly prying against him. His execution space. But the prosecutor can’t attain to entertain any of it for he’s too concern of his own life. “Jang Taeyoung! What did you do to me, huh? Why is my body like this!”

“Tss. A simple lidocaine won’t kill you bulldog, such a puppy. What, you expect me to tie you instead? Such an old school.”

“F*ck you Jang Taeyoung. I’m going to kill yo--- f*ck!” he tried attacking by standing indeed just to remember his own situation bouncing back on the pavements, hearing the menacing chuckle from him instead. “Oh yeah? Are you sure about that, Mr. Prosecutor? How sad, you look helpless.”

“Is this about Ms. Sung? Jang Taeyoung I swear, I already told you everything I kn--- No! No, no no, Shit! A-argh!“

Before he could finish his sentence Jang Taeyoung already crossed the boundary between them as he easily struck a stiletto knife on its thigh as a continuous slapping of his palm is the only strength he could think of. “As much as I appreciate you remembering my lady. But everything? Then what the fuck your prosecutor general doing the day she was taken!”

His lashing words for he digs the knife deeper on its thigh, earning a growl as the heavy breaths of heaving pain erupts the poor prosecutor. “I was used too! The last time I interrogated you, I don’t have any idea our General Prosecutor is also working for Alcaziar. The next thing I know I was already dismissed from my service. I swear Jang Taeyoung, I’m broke!”

Looking by its appearance of simple shirt rather than its usual office style. For a moment it halts him that he had to gawk his assistant who is just meters away from him, waiting for a confirmation he needed. A simple nod was answered before he mercilessly dug out the dagger much more for another growl from the latter. Absorbing every detail that was given, it is his turn to nod in consideration then as he intentionally took out his gum to putting it through the wounded thigh of Mr. Kim. Unworried by the screeching result he did.

“Alright. Fine, fine. Seems like your excuse were convincing, quite a saving. Now talk.”

His stone cold command which only leads the prosecutor shudder in silence that instead of giving him answer a plead was uttered otherwise. “J-Jang, just please promise to spare my life aft--- Agh!!!”

He wasn’t able to endure his last words indeed as Jang Taeyoung scooping the gum he just covered, digging it in further on its thigh. “Can’t you see that I spare too much of my time on you assh*le that I have to do this single patch on you, so f*ck off and give the damn answer I needed before my patience will no longer get into you!” 

“Ahh!!!” Digging it much harder, the latter squirm. Lidocaine feels useless upon its repetitive screams. “F*ck! F*ck. Okay!” Punching his own hand on the floor, he surrendered. Thus Jang Taeyoung slips out his hand as well, setting to position himself by the bottom stair of the podium just behind him. Resting an arm on his bended knee as stroke the blood from the stiletto knife he’s holding like a savoring threat against the prosecutor.

“Now, what?” Sensing it with a sigh, he begins. “The involvement of our General prosecutor isn’t the end.”

Twitching a brow, it awakes his interest. “Cut the chase.” His mere impatience then before he’d been bestowed with another one. “The old hag had approached a former police commissioner who has a close contact with the current NIS chief which also was one of the connections of Ms. Sung.”

“Was?” his knowing question as Mr. Kim only cleared a throat. “You’re not surprised I guess you knew she does.” Of course! How can he forget his betrayed look the moment he saw her own access to it? For so he listens to its next word.

“Apparently, Ms. Sung isn’t aware of the close relationship between the two. Turns out this former commissioner has a bad history with her for she was also the reason why he got dismissed by his service. Waiting for the right agenda to counter, and it did.”

“It did, what?”

“The last time she seeks help from NIS of course. The moment she digs in with Xi industry which I presume she found me as well. The rest? I think you know what comes next.”

“They’ll going to file a lawsuit like she had it against their will, you saying?”

“Obstruction of authority, compliance for own benefit.” The latter tiredly shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

The precise information from the latter, yes for he could only curse a lot. “F*ck this!” He expected it to go far but not this too much further. This is getting serious the way he actually foresees it. Looking back from standing this time, hands pose to both sides of his hips as he walks back and forth. He’s totally pissed, little not knowing that there is more than that as Mr. Kim speaks again.

“It’s still strange for me though.”

Frowning, he looks down to the latter. “What do you mean?”

“Her, learning about Alcaziar’s plan using Xi industry but still chose to clasp a hand. I do think she has more personal reason other than that. I’m not quite so sure but I think it has something to do with her foster parents. You see, following Veeros Alcaziar for a short time I heard one of his call concerning the Martins and it seem liked he knew her true identity. Like she had been set-up all along.”

Confound. That’s maybe the only thing he could describe for himself right now. He was left off guard at every information he received. The dismissed prosecutor knowing the Martin identity of Sung Eunyoung. The probability that the old hag had tried to use her foster parents as baits. The set-up that has being planned way too long than he projected. It all makes sense.          

“They are trying to ruin her. Shit!”

His fume while the dismissed prosecutor simply watching him sensibly. “The power of money that holds, what else. You didn’t expect the Alcaziars being a dimwit, do you?”

He had already enough yet after hearing another blabber from the latter’s mouth, he’s not so sure of his own identity anymore. ‘Alcaziars? So this isn’t just the work of one but two, huh?’ He thought. “That son of a b*tch.” Stroking his hair with madness, he explodes. “That’s it!” Murderous eyes turning to shoot the dead underling’s body as well as the pulley holding it, gushing blood spread all over its fall, he decided. “Wait, wait. No! this isn’t right. Jang Taeyoung, please!”

For fright has come into the dismissed prosecutor. He can feel it. Just by seeing the dark orbs of his sight, he’s in pit of losing his life. But it’s too late. They had awakened up a sleeping beast. Tossing the bloodstained stiletto on the podium, he glanced once again. “That is...”

“If you could kill me with that knife, I guess.”

With him walking out through the transparent curtain doors indeed, the resonating sound of bullets field his satisfaction.

Another scumbag has dump.

~

Going back to his penthouse now, he felt empty. He had kill two and all yet not enough. It’s been a day but he’s in the middle of finding her still for he felt useless not doing anything without thinking. He needed a better plan. He cannot just barge in knowing that this battle isn’t just as simple as it seems. There’s too many involved, he can’t be reckless.

Brushing a hand on his face while the other’s gripping his scotch drink, staring at nowhere. He stayed slouching like that. On the floor, leaning by the glass window of his living room, he chose to seek the darkness. He’s nervous for her.

When a sudden chime from his touch phone came in. Unregistered number pop-up into its lock screen. He was confused at first as if in an instant he became a corrupted workstation processing to reboot, until he snapped out. “Sung Eunyoung.”

The only name he can think of. Pressing it hastily, it was a pre-scheduled voice message. With a trembling hand, he listened after its beep. For there he was, hearing the voice he had longed already.    

“Hey there, Loco.”

For some reason, closing his eyes he saw her. His lady leaning by her parked car, a hand in coat pocket while the other’s talking to him by its phone, smiling. He savor the moment. Thus a snicker came after from the other line. “Have you been well?” And as if on cue they converse like it is the current. Groaning him, answered.

“What do you think, woman?”

“Tss. Fine. My bad.”

“You, stubborn volatile.”

Then another snicker was heard again. “I know. I’m sorry… You’ll forgive me, right?”

Looking up through the ceiling now while she’s looking down at his mind. He replied. “As if I can win over you, even.”

Seconds after, silence erupted and he waited. “You see I’m actually planning not to call you but I’m pretty sure by now you’re already had a headache because of me, so might just send you something beforehand. I hit the spot, aren’t I?”  

“You really did. Very much that I f*cking hate you right now.”

Squinting eyes, she speaks the obvious. “You’re cursing at me, I can tell.”    

The next thing he knew he’s chuckling like there aren’t problems waiting for them. He should be angry by her but this woman takes him turn so easily. “Jeez, woman. You and your cunning instincts. Can’t you spare me once even over the phone? You’re so unfair.”

He pictured her shaking a head, teasing him before giving in a delighted sigh. “Anyway! Guess where am at.” He anticipates.

Looking by the ocean, she continued. “Gyeonggi-do coastline.”

‘So she recorded this during her visit, I see.’ He thought. “The view’s breathtaking as always. You must see it sometime, you’ll going to love it.”

“Perhaps, have I ever told you that I have quite obsessions with coastlines? I didn’t, but now you know.”

For he can only react on dazed. “Are you surprised?”  

“I am.”

It was almost a whisper as if hiding his disappointment for not knowing a simple hobby she does, but after sensing the smiling coyness of her, he’s happy. “Glad, you are.” She replied as another silence calls once again. It takes her long this time for he could only hear the waves of the ocean and her calming breath. She’s thinking.

“Jang?”

With a deep sigh, he retorted. “Hm?”

“Mexico.”

It left him confused. Fortunately, not long before he heard her next words. “Well, I just want to remind you about my favorite coastline.”  

And for the nth time silence came back once again. He sensed. It isn’t still the end of her soliloquy. ‘And?’ as if his intuitive opt to her. He felt her embarrassment.

“If… If things might not be rough in time.”    

“How about a ride together, what do you think?”

Relieve when he senses her composing herself for a better idea. “No, let me rephrase it.”  Chin up, feeling the breeze of her air, she speaks.

“Let’s just put each other’s smile the next time we meet, alright?”

It was a statement, and the voice has ended.

And like a crazy man laughing like a worthless cub, he cried.

[mypoisonedvine]

for some reason tumblr hates one of my asks and has yeeted my reply into the void.  so I’m posting the request and response here:

prompt:

17. "I might have seen this very moment in a wet dream once."

19. "I'm sorry I keep staring, but you're really the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life and I don't know what to do about it."

for Jaskier x Reader

fill below the cut.  rated E

You were drinking at the bar and hoping nobody would bother you.  Nobody came up to you, so you got your wish in that sense, and yet somebody still managed to bother you- there was this punk kid, probably no older than 20, just staring at you like a creep.  You were trying to figure out what his deal was, so you kept looking back at him, and he didn’t even have the courtesy to look away when you met his gaze.  

After nearly half an hour of this nonsense, your patience ran out (or maybe it was that you’d finished your third drink) and you stormed across the bar to him. “Can I help you with something?”

“Absolutely,” he grinned.

You paused.  “Well, what is it?”

“It isn’t obvious?”

You gave him a confused glare.

“Look, I’m sorry that I keep staring,” he sighed, “it’s just that you’re truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life.  And I’m still working out how to deal with that.”

Your eyes went wide, and you felt your cheeks flush as well.

“Oh, well… all right,” you mumbled, trying to fight a smile.

“Anyways, I’ll try to keep my eyes to myself.  Sorry,” he repeated.

“No, it’s, er, it’s fine,” you shrugged, hoping you wouldn’t sound too excited for his attention. “Looking’s free, as they say.”

“They say that?” he asked innocently, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, it’s a saying.  Looking’s free, but touching… isn’t free.  Something like that.”

He quirked an eyebrow.  “So, you’re a prostitute?”

“What?!”

“Well, if touching isn’t free…” he trailed off.

“I’m not a prostitute,” you frowned.

“So, touching is free?” he pressed. 

“I… suppose,” you resigned.

“Good, because I’m broke,” he smiled.

You looked away, not sure how to respond to that.  “You sound like a real catch,” you groaned.

“Sure, I’m all out of coin, but if you gave me even just one chance, I’d feel like the richest man alive,” he beamed.  

“Nice line, you a poet or something?” you asked, sitting down across from him quickly, as if he wouldn’t notice you were joining him if you moved fast enough.  

“Yeah!  Or, I’m trying to be.  Just you wait, someday I’m gonna be famous and you can say you knew me back when.”

“I don’t think I can even say I know you now,” you corrected.

He gave a quick bow, which was more a nod since he was sitting.  “Julian Alfred Pankratz.  Viscount de Lettenhove.  Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“A broke Viscount?”

“Yeah, well, I decided to go out on my own, make a living for myself.”

“How’s that going for you?”

“Better now than it was a few minutes ago,” he smirked.

“You must do this all the time,” you rushed, staring at your drink so you wouldn’t have to see that glimmer in his eye.

“No, but maybe if it goes well for me, I’ll do it more often.”

“And what does ‘going well’ mean in this context?” you asked, looking up at him and feeling those drinks start to give you unexpected confidence.

“Er, just getting to know you better,” he stumbled.

“Hmm, sounds boring- bye!” you smiled, starting to get up.

“No, no, wait-” he began, reaching for your sleeve.  He got your wrist instead, and you spun back to face him.  His hands were…. You really liked the way they felt around your wrist, that’s all.  “You won’t slap me if I’m totally honest, will you?”

“I guess that’s a risk you have to be willing to take,” you smirked.

“If this goes really well for me-- the absolute best case scenario-- you’ll be bent over the edge of my bed, screaming my name.”

It was a very quiet moment after that, and both of you were turning a bit red.

“Well, er, good to know,” you murmured. “I wouldn’t be disappointed if I just got to know you better, though,” he added shyly.

“I think I would be,” you admitted, pulling him into a kiss.

You didn’t end up in his bed, because it was too far away- but there was a conveniently-located closet in the back of this pub.  

You sank to your knees first, making quick work of his trousers.  You just wanted to see how flustered you could make him, honestly- you’d made pretty decent progress.  He looked so shocked, blushing so hard you’d think he was embarrassed, but he had nothing to be embarrassed about due to being the owner of a lovely cock.  

“I might have seen this very moment in a wet dream once,” he sighed as he watched you stroke him, and you wondered how good you looked with his length casting a shadow on your face.

“Really?  What happened next?” you prompted, deciding to tease him a bit with pecking kisses up and down the shaft.  He gasped, but managed to reply.

“My painting tutor stormed in and scolded me.  I always hated that old hag,” he grimaced.  

“What do you think will happen next now?” you pressed.  He shuddered a little.

“I really, really hope you suck my cock some time in the near future,” he admitted, sounding a little nervous to talk like that aloud.  You didn’t respond, just smiling and wrapping your lips around the head.  He bit his lip and looked away, clearly afraid of coming too soon.  You stopped.

“Has anyone done this to you before?” you finally asked.

“Me?  Of course, all the time- this is just a regular Tuesday afternoon for me!  Beautiful woman on her knees, it’s nearly mundane at this point-”

“Julian,” you frowned.

“All right.  No, I’m not chaste or anything but… no, this has never…” he trailed off.

“Watch me while I suck you, Julian,” you demanded.

“I’m not sure my, er, resolve will survive that.”

“I don’t mind.  I want to make you come,” you shrugged.  He choked a little.

“Well, I… I can’t argue with that,” he smiled.

You got back to work, gradually at first but not wasting too much time until you were able to get most of him down, using your spit-slick hand to make up the rest of the length.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slurring the word a little.  You used your free hand to massage his balls and found them firm and tight against his body- you had to fight the urge to smile, realizing he was already so close.  

You looked up at him and tried to give your sweetest doe eyes, as if you could ever look innocent while doing what you were doing.  It worked anyways, because his hands grabbed your hair as his hips began to thrust forward into your throat.  You felt him holding himself back, trying to be gentle while desperate for release.  You just closed your eyes and relaxed, letting him take what he needed and humming gladly when you heard him let out this gorgeous sound as his seed painted your tongue.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, his head falling back as his movements stilled.  You swallowed as you pulled back, getting up from the floor.

“Was this what you were hoping for when you started gawking at me?” you asked with a coy smile.  He smiled back.

“I already told you what I was hoping for,” he remembered.  “So, bend over.”

[kangtaebins]

Weird Asks That Say A Lot

I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,, 

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring 

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine 

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

secret baby ch8

Chapter 8

It's midnight when he’s woken up by a noise in his hospital room and he starts snarling before he is even fully awake. His first thought is that Enji or Hawks have found him. That they waited until he was vulnerable and unable to run to approach him. It's Enji coming to take his baby away. Coming to take him home and drag him into the training room. He fights against the drugs trying to drag him back into the dark of sleep and into awareness. He is not leaving, he will wake the whole hospital before he is taken. There will be witnesses and there will be no covering up what Enji will try to do. Dabi will not allow him to take his baby..

“Gesh way om ush” He slurs the words out. The drugs holding tight despite his alarm. Making him struggle to keep his eyes open and focused as his fingers twitch. The result of him trying to move his arm and hold his baby protectively. Even that small movement takes everything he has.

It's just a nurse. Making no attempt to be quiet and frowning when she looks up and sees him. It’s not one he knows and paranoia that she is a plant for Hawks or Enji grips him.

“Whs snt yu” he pushes harder against the promise of rest to get the words out and the sound slightly clearer.

“Your baby girl is going to tug all that foolish metal right out. '' she remarks gesturing to his piercings and takes Kiyako from Dabi’s arms as he fights off his sluggish movements. Was the medication from surgery still affecting him? He makes a bigger effort to intimidate her with a snarl. A whimper comes out instead as the nurse takes his baby and sets her on the changing table in the corner.Her bright red lacquered nails gleam as she takes his baby from the crook of his arm.They remind Dabi of blood in the darkened room and he uses the bed rail to force himself to sit up. The pain causes another whimper to escape him through his gritten teeth as he pushes past it and sits up. He has plenty of experience ignoring pain and it's just a matter of focusing on his baby for him to push it to the back of his mind. Unimportant for now, he can hurt later, like when his Kiyako is back safe in his arms.

Kiyako follows his example as she wakes up. Whimpering loudly in her tiny infant pitch as she is woken up. 

Dabi growls in warning. It came out small and weak but grows louder as he finally shakes off the drugs and exhaustion. 

 “She’s so cute, I could just eat her up” She coo’s at his baby ignoring him.

Dabi activates his quirk despite how much it usually hurts him, it's flashy and a good threat. He doesn't keep it on, having no idea if his baby is immune to his fire and not being willing to find out.

“No quirk use, I don't care how young and impulsive you are. It's against the law and you are old enough to have better control than that.” she pats at her silver hair,cut in a bob.

She has some wrinkles, she's probably somebody's grandmother. She smells strongly of omega, baby powder and lavender.

Other omega scents usually comfort each other but Dabi does not feel calm or comforted as she continues to poke at his baby’s cheeks after her diaper is changed. She continues to completely ignore Dabi as he uses the railing to remain sitting upright.

“You don't know jack shit about me or how impulsive I can be you fucking hag, “ He starts climbing out of his hospital bed, ignoring the shaking of his legs and pain of his sticthes pulling.  He has to protect his baby himself from whoever has sent this witch to take her away from him.

“You’re not supposed to be able to stand yet.” the elderly nurse looks at him in alarm, picking his baby up off the table and holding her close as she backs away from Dabi. The noise they’ve been making attracts the attention of another nurse who enters the room to see what’s going on.

“Dabi? Karen is right you shouldn’t be standing, your baby is fine but you're going to hurt yourself.“  She carefully enters the room. Her scent helps Dabi relax a little and he tries to wrangle his protective instincts under control. He hates the nosy ass bitch holding his baby girl. She’s crushing her wings against her back and he just knows that can’t be comfortable for her.

“Hey joy, is your coworker always such a bitch?” he grunts out as he limps back to the hospital bed. He sits on it but doesn't lay back down, ready to get up and protect his daughter at the smallest sign of danger.

“You can go Karen, I've got this one.'' She takes the baby carefully from Karen and holds her just below her wings. Kiyako’s whimpering dies down almost immediately. Joy hands her back to Dabi and raises the bed a little.

“There, now you can see her while we finish up weighing her and taking her vitals.” Joy supports him as he lays back against the pillows.

“Whore should have kept his legs closed if he’s too young to be decent and respect his elders. He needs to learn to control his instincts better. Parents don’t know how to raise their children with any respect these days.'' Karen mutters, glaring at Dabi as she marks something down on a whiteboard on his door and walks out.

“I'm sorry.” Dabi grits out in between the pain and anger and shame of being called out for being so young and having a baby. He knows he knows he’s doing the right thing. Even though he’s young and alone. He knows exactly what he looks like, Karen isn’t far off in her assumption of calling him a whore. He doesn't even know if Hawks was Kiyako’s father's real name, hadn’t asked in an attempt to make what they had less real.

“Dabi listen to me. Don’t let Karen or anyone like her get you down. You pulled yourself out of whatever happened to you. You just had a baby at 19 by yourself. Away from whatever has scared you enough that you won’t even give your real name to a  hospital.” Joy grasped his hand and gently squeezed it before taking his baby over to be weighed.

“I love her so much already. I'm not giving her up. I do want this, want her. She's so small and i can’t do this.” Dabi stares at her as she carefully weighs Kiyako and writes her numbers down. Unable to take his eyes off her. Instinct demanding that he keeps Kiyako in his eyesight.

“You already love her Dabi. You're going to do just fine with her.” Joy carefully hands Kiyako back to Dabi and helps him fully lay back down.

“ Honestly Karen would set even the most controlled omega off, the way she was acting in here. One who’s running from someone like you are? With a newborn baby? I'm surprised you controlled your instincts as well as you did. I'll make sure to file a complaint against her, she shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

Now that he was holding Kiyako again and laying down he realized how standing had tugged at his stitches and ran a hand over them. No blood thankfully but they hurt.

His baby girl blinks her bright gold eyes up at him. So much like Hawks already. Her bright red wings are a dead give away to her other father. The black and white ultrasound hadn’t shown the bright red she had inherited. He strokes them carefully. They are just small fluffy feathers. Small and delicate like she is.

Her wings are soft, fully fluffy red.

Kiyako finishes eating as Joy takes his vitals. She coo’s up at him before falling asleep. It's slightly warbled and Dabi just knows that when she is older she’s going to be able to chip and clack just like Hawks did. Hawks had always been embarrassed when Dabi wrung those sounds from him though. Like it was something to hide. He had even asked Dabi the first time he got hawks to make those sounds to keep the information to himself.

“See she already feels safe around you and will fall right asleep as long as she can smell you nearby.” Joy writes down the vitals she took from Dabi.

“So if i stop wearing my scent blockers she will know I'm me?” Dabi knew most parents scented their kids but he had no idea they could smell immediately.

“Your actually going to have to either stop wearing your scent blockers actually or wear ones that 

“Can she already smell me?” Dabi asked in awe and stared at Kiyako’s tuft of white hair.

“She can! And she will actually base her understanding of scents on you!” Dabi had heard that in one of the parenting books he read but it felt different to hear it. To hear that his daughter already drew comfort from him and his scent.

“She’ll have issues learning other people's scents and separating the emotions in them if you don’t leave them off often enough.” Joy finishes up on her clipboard and reattaches it to the end of the bed.

“Thank you Joy, you’ve helped me so much” Dabi gave her a small smile as she exited his room and he laid back and went back to sleep.

Nurse Joy ends up being the nurse who takes his and Kiyako’s vitals for the rest of the stay in the hospital.

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[ninaahelvar]

If My Body’s Alive (1/5)

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki is going to be the number one mma fighter in his league, and not even a loss at the hands of fucking Todoroki is going to change that. He just needs the right motivation. Thankfully, he gets Uraraka.

AO3

A/N: MMA FIGHTER AU? YES PLEASE! once again, thanking @a_sassin (AO3) for my drive and @doesitsaysassonmyuniform for being the best damn beta there is because I'm Jared 19 and can't read after I've written something. 

“You’re Bakugou fucking Katsuki, you’re going to be number one.” She was half dazed on alcohol and the night air. Katsuki kept her upright. 

“How do you know?” he spat at her, snarling back but all she did was smile. They sat on the stone wall that ran outside the crumbly gym, Uraraka holding onto the side with her feet dangling. She was a lightweight in every department, apparently.

“Because I believe you will be. Always getting back up and fighting when it seems hopeless. You can see the end, and if you can see the end, then why the hell shouldn’t you be number one.” She tilted her head, smile so big and bright, it was almost blinding. 

 ~

 He saw every move, calculated every possible reaction, but even as Shoto’s fist landed across Katsuki’s face, he still hadn’t registered how easily it would take him down. He was on the floor, Shoto falling after him, fists raining down and making Katsuki’s focus wane. 

“You’re Bakugou fucking Katsuki, you’re going to be number one.” 

Katsuki could see the drunken smile that had been pinned to her lips as the fist hit into his face. He could see the chocolate eyes that stared back at him with a kindness that not many showed with his attitude. When he couldn’t feel his face anymore, Shoto was dragged off of him. The referee determined he was KO’d, and the fight was the shitty half and half’s. When Katsuki finally got up he stood, confused and ultimately defeated.

He was supposed to be number one. An MMA champion. Now...he was nothing. 

He didn’t remember much else, all he could figure out was that his chances of becoming number one were dashed before he could even get a handle on it.

Walking back to his locker room, his team trying to be supportive as they could - but Katsuki was having none of it. Even Kirishima made him feel like a weakling - a failure. Would he ever be able to look at her again if he couldn’t be number one? 

Why was he even thinking of her? He must have been knocked around hard to think of her after this fight...especially not seeing her in eight years. Eighteen and a cocky underdog - moving from a lightweight to a middleweight in all those years, but still he remembered her face that night.

Before he could enter the locker room, a barrage of reporters stood outside, barking at him with incessant questions. 

“What do you have to say after your first ever loss?” One tossed out. Kirishima gripped Katsuki’s arm but he wrenched it away, grabbing for the mic that was shoved in his face. 

“I’m getting the fuck back up,” he snapped, moving past the reporter and throwing the mic back. 

In his locker room, he shouted out a storm of insults and was left on his own. Save for Kirishima. 

“You know how the media is going to take that, bro,” he tried. 

“Just get out,” Katsuki spat back, unravelling his hands, the ache that ran over his body was faint, but before it had been numb. His body was finally catching up. 

“I’ll send someone to your room to look at you,” Kirishima offered. 

“Don’t bother. I’m going to my apartment.”

“At least let the doctor see you!” 

“Whatever, make it quick.” Kirishima left in a hurry, abandoning Katsuki in the room all to himself. He got his things, changing quickly back into loose clothes and pulling the hoodie over his head. The doctor came in, gave Katsuki the all clear, and left. Even with his two broken ribs, there wasn’t much he could do; the trouble with ribs, he supposed. It wasn’t eventful, and he just wanted to go home. 

In the mirror stared back a bloody faced man that he didn’t recognise. His eyes were dead and tired - not just from the fight. He felt like he had lost himself along the way. Something felt missing. 

Grabbing his gear, putting his hood up, he made his way from the building undetected and unbothered. Shitty hair still fired off a mountain of messages, checking where he was - but even though the guy was his trainer, he was more moral support. The guy had trained in the past, and was a good punching bag when needed, but aside from that, Kirishima was the kind of guy that worried and with how reckless Katsuki was, sometimes he needed someone to do the worrying for him.

Losing wasn’t in him. Katsuki had done a lot over the eight professional years he was fighting - his first three were just proving he was worth a damn, he could be let in the big fights. Then the other five, he kept moving up weight divisions, never allowing him to make it to championships. When he finally had it that night - it was taken away. He couldn’t even look at the damn belt. He’d never lost a match. 

No. 

That wasn’t true. 

When he started when he was ten, from taekwondo and jiu-jitsu, he was already showing aptitude to all fighting styles he took on. It wasn’t until he was thirteen when -

He remembered that smile. 

Katsuki had taken an Uber to where he needed to go, but he was surprised by it. The old place looked just as run down and shitty as it did back then. Sixteen years had passed since he first walked inside, and yet - not a single thing on the outside had changed. Even that stupid neon pink sign was there, flicking the name - The Uraraka Gym.

Walking to the old place, he remembered what it felt like to be young and walking through the doors like he had already won the world - he just needed people to know his name. The old hag put him here, knowing the family through mutual friends. 

Once there, through different sessions and different fighting styles, old man Uraraka saw potential. He hired some other fighting trains - allowing Katsuki time to adjust to everything, whilst Uraraka made Jiu-Jitsu his own personal training project. As many fighting styles as possibly was always his motto; any way to get out of a situation was all he needed to know. 

Katuski would have called out as he entered, but knowing old man Uraraka, he’d be pissed that Katsuki was making so much noise. Instead, he walked in, hearing the faint but familiar sounds of fists against leather. Walking further into the dimly lit gym, no one else around - but equipment all packed away, obviously closing early that day - Katsuki knew there would only be one person still there. As it sprung to mind, he was still unsure if he was ready to see them. It felt strange to see her after all those years - but he had doubts she’d ever throw him out. 

Under one of the only lights still on, he watched the small woman twist and jab at the punching bag, her body filled out in muscle during the eight years he had been gone. The outfit of a training fighter - sport bra and tights, bandages on hands and ankles. She had sweat beading on her skin, and even from the floor he could tell she’d been at it for a while - droplets making an outline of where her exertion lay. When her leg came up to the bag, it barely budged from her attempt, and Katsuki scoffed.

“What kind of featherweight doesn’t know how to throw a damn kick?” he shouted across the length between them. Ochako turned, surprised to see him. But then her features softened, stance deflating and the fight within her lost. 

“What kind of middleweight doesn’t get the fuck back up?” she panted, smiling over to him, falling to the floor in a heap as she unwrapped the bandages around her ankles. “It’s good to see you. Your face is in good shape.” 

She still smiled the same. 

“Thanks,” he replied, clearing his throat, walking towards her. 

“Why are you here?” she asked, the back of her hand wiping at her 

“Came to see the old place, still as shitty as ever,” he said, looking around. The equipment had been updated, and hell, there were even screens in front of some of the stations to watch things. 

“Thanks,” she replied, not offended or surprised, almost as though she expected it. She had known him for sixteen years. 

“Where’s the old man?” he asked. Ochako looked up at him.

“Hospital,” she replied, and Katsuki frowned only to be met with one similiar in return. “oh, right. You were gone by then. He got diagnosed with lung cancer,” she explained. 

“Smoking the way he did doesn’t surprise me,” he scowled, crouching to be the same height at her. 

“He’s doing good, just there with my mum right now. He’s in remission, just getting some check ups, but he can’t run the place yet,” she explained, untying her hands next. It was a natural thing for fighters, letting the wrist go to let the material unravel. 

“Right,” he said, squinting at her, “who’s running the place then?” 

“Yours truly,” she beamed, same smile, same joy. It hit him like a wall he never saw coming.

“Thought you were gonna be a fighter,” he scowled. Ochako’s features softened, as though someone had punched her in the gut - instead of answering straight away, she looked down.

“It’s on hold right now.” 

“Fucking why? You had potential back then,” he scowled back harder

“Look, it’s been a hard year. I was doing well, but my last match wore me out, and then dad got sick, it just didn’t end up going my way. When things go back to normal, I’ll be back fighting. You’ll see.” Even though her words were determined, there was no passion in her voice. 

“You sure about that?” 

“It’s fine! I run the place, teach classes. Even taught someone you fought,” she praised herself, lifting her chin.

“Yeah, who?” katsuki stood, just as Ochako was getting to her feet. 

“Iida Tenya,” she said, and he frowned. It wasn’t someone he was expecting. 

“He was fast, but sucked at taking a punch,” Katsuki said, though he did downplay his opponent somewhat. Sure, he sucked at taking a punch, but Iida sure knew how to throw one. And he could throw them one after the other without much of a break. One of the only matches Katsuki knew he got a concussion from. 

“Told him so too. Ever noticed the mark in his eyebrow?” she said, hands on her hips. 

“That you?” 

“Damn straight,” she beamed. It made him feel eighteen all over again. 

“It’s good to see you,” he said, trying not to seem like an asshole, but it was hard to be honest.

“What? My ugly mug? You always said my cheeks were too round,” Ochako crossed her arms. He’d never forgotten the name he gave her - her own name never passing his lips to that day.

Katsuki reached the distance between them and tugged on one of her cheeks. “They still are,” he said, raising his brow as he smirked at the sight.

“What are doing here, Bakugou?” she asked, swatting his hand away. Her eyes suddenly looked into him - seeing the stuff he had always kept under the surface, but it was like she could see it all. It was so clear to her. “You can lie to everyone else, but I’ve known you long enough - you’d never come back here unless you had to,” she said. Maybe she remembered what he said that night after all, even in her drunken state. 

“I lost.” 

“I saw.” 

“So did the world.” 

“It was your first since you became pro,” she crossed her arms again, eyes fixed on him like she was deciphering him.

“First ever,” he replied sharply. 

“I remember a thirteen year old me knocking you on your ass,” she said, jutting out her chin, raising it defiantly to him. 

“That didn’t count,” he spat back. Ochako giggled, shaking her head.

“Says who? It’s my greatest achievement,” she said, and Katsuki looked away, feeling like his face was heating up. Why did he always get like that with her? She was just a girl he knew - nothing more. But she smiled, and that kindness felt fake. 

“I couldn’t get back up,” he felt himself sigh, like a defeated child. It felt pathetic to admit it to her. 

“When you fell you accepted the fact that you weren’t getting back up,” she explained. 

“I wanted to get back up, if it weren’t for half and half, I would have -” 

“Stayed there.” Katsuki snapped his attention back to her. It was so matter of factly, the words almost hurt. “I watched that fight, Bakugou Katsuki. You saw no point in winning,” she said.

“How could you know?!” Katsuki snapped, getting straight into her space. Even thought she was still short, but those determined eyes were no less intimidating, he’d give her that. When her hands suddenly made impact with his chest, he finally realised he was in pain. It wasn’t dull anymore - it burned through his body, but he didn’t care. He saw the rage that bubbled within him seep into her.  

“I told you eight years ago! You see the end of the fight! You saw you could lose and you lead yourself straight into that corner,” 

“I don’t need to hear this shit,” he started to walk away, only to hear footsteps following after him. 

“Don’t you walk away from me when you let that guy kick in your ribs! You let him break the bottom two and you let him have that advantage! You were in the perfect position to block and you just let him!” she shouted before they got to the door, Katsuki readying to leave.

“What would you know?” he snarled over his shoulder, gripping hard into the door handle. 

“Maybe I don’t know after all. The Bakugou I knew wouldn’t have let anyone have that advantage over him,” she said. Katsuki wrenched the door open, walking past and slamming it behind him. The long walk home didn’t cool down his rage, for one reason alone; she was right. He did see the kick coming - he didn’t think it’d break his ribs, but he felt them go, and that was it. The fight left him once he felt the disadvantage, like shitty half and half could read him better. The entire fight pissed him off. 

And he didn’t know why. 

Half of it was a blur. Katsuki didn’t even remember stepping into the ring and days later it felt like he had never truly stepped out of it. As though all his motivation lay in a pool of his own blood and sweat, and the memory of pain as his ribs cracked and Shoto’s fist making his face a numb mess. 

In the months after, it felt like he was in a daze almost. He trained with Kirishima, he visited his parents, he cooked and cleaned and waited for his ribs to fucking heal. 

He was sitting on the couch eating his dinner the night Shoto lost his title - fucking barely three months after he’d won the championship in the first place.  That bald-headed idiot Yoarashi Inasa stealing it out from under the fucker in a flurry of punches. It looked brutal, even through the TV, and Katsuki almost felt bad. Almost.

The fight ended in a knock out in the third round, Shoto looking ridiculous as the fighter stupidly dubbed ‘whirlwind’ roared with hands in the air. 

It took Shoto a week to come see him at a gym they had first met in. The pair could be considered friends, if friends would beat the shit out of each other and be rivals a majority of the year. They did train together a lot, but not much before Katsuki’s loss, or since. 

“Hey,” Shoto greeted, his hands in his pockets. He wasn’t even fucking training. With a tight ‘tch’, Katsuki continued to lift his weights. “Wanted to check on you,” he said. Letting the weight slam back into their rest, Katsuki shot up, looking at the bastard. 

“What do you want half n’ half?” he scowled. “Can’t even keep your fucking title, have to see that shitty fight. Pathetic.” 

“Bakugou,” Shoto tried. Katsuki snapped up his shirt, slinging it around his neck as he walked to the leg press machine. 

“You kicked my ass and then gave up your title like it was nothing! You had every chance to win that fucking figh -” 

Shoto grabbed hold of Katuki’s bicep, flinging him back to stare back at him - the two in a heated glare. 

Still, half and half didn’t let go. 

“Just like you did?” His stupid fucking voice is steady - not an ounce of rage, even though it echoed in his eyes. “I fought you, remember? You held back.”

Katsuki broke his gaze. He could see the sweat droplets that pooled beneath him, scattered on the floor of the gym.

“You wanted to get knocked down,” There was a certainty in Shoto’s voice. “Don’t use me as an excuse for suddenly losing your drive.” 

“Fuck you!” The words exploded from him, finding his fists in Shoto’s collar, tugging him closer. “I didn’t lose shit, bastard!” 

Katsuki was panting, muscles twitching as he geared up for a fight. He wouldn’t go down again this time. He’d kill the bastard before he could even get the chance. 

“How do you think I won?” Shoto’s voice trembled in a way that warned Katsuki to be wary of fists, “I’ve never once found an opening against you - how many times have we fought, trained, and -nothing.” 

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, all the while, he seemed to be calming. 

“You let me take it,” Shoto said lowly, words almost antagonising. 

“I’m in every single fucking fight I’m in!” he snarled back.

Shoto let go of Katsuki, making it abundantly clear that he was the only one that was pressuring the fight. “I beat you with little effort,” he said evenly once more, the fight entirely gone. All the while, Katsuki’s hands trembled with anger at Shoto’s collar, knuckles white and aching. “Do you even want what you’re fucking fighting for?”

Katsuki felt like he was spewing out fumes, anger and frustration filling his body like a furnace. His vision is narrowed, shifting back to when they fought, and the rage dissipates, his hand unfurling from Shoto’s collar. 

“Get out of my way,” he said, though he wasn’t sure why - it was the only thing he could say. He couldn’t even move. 

“Inasa took the top spot because I couldn’t find an opening,” Shoto said, kept talking like the socially inept bastard he was. “He’s a middleweight in name only. He hit like a freight train and I couldn’t think straight,” he said, face slowly deepening into an uncharacteristic scowl. “Every opening I had, he came in faster,” he said, almost wincing at the memory, “every movement was one step ahead of me. I couldn’t keep up.”

A deep shuddering breath, and grim eyes raised to look at Katuki. “Remember that,” he finished. 

For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do. Tell him to fuck off? Reassure his friend?

Katsuki knew he couldn’t do either - that wasn’t in him. 

“Next time, I’ll make you eat mat,” he spits out, lacking the heat he wanted it to.

“Next time, I won’t need to wait for an opening,” Shoto replied, clapping Katsuki’s shoulder as he passed him. “Next time, I’ll make one.”

Katsuki looked over his shoulder to Shoto. And they smirked at one another. A challenge was made and it was one that each wanted to keep. 

He knew what he had to do - but the realisation of it was something he dreaded. 

The drive there was relatively short - he never strayed far from his old neighbourhood. Outside, the gym was bustling with people, far more than he had seen before. They had trainers with them, making them run, or helping them exercise with kids - which he didn’t know was a thing until he watched it - yet inside was the busiest he’d ever seen. Every machine was taken up, all the equipment was being used, there were even people in the ring with supporters at the ropes, urging them on. Beside one of the punching bags, holding it steady was the woman that he’d run out on not a few months before. 

The attention of the gym fell on him - his face recognisable these days. He wished it wasn’t sometimes, but he couldn’t help that, public eye and all. Katsuki walked the distance to her, hands tucked into his pockets. Letting go of the bag and allowing the boxer off, she faced him for just a moment. 

“What are you doing here?” Ochako asked, her hair flicking over her shoulder in a ponytail. He hadn’t noticed it all those months ago, but her hair was much longer than he realised - even tied up, it was midway down her shoulders, touching at the bottom of her shoulder blades. Only way he could tell was that she kept her back to him. 

“I heard there’s a decent trainer here,” he replied. 

“Not for you,” she snapped back at him, walking off to do god knows fucking what - ignoring him most likely. 

He scowled at her. “The fuck does that mean?” 

“You weren’t willing to hear me out a few months back, why should I give you a chance now?” she snapped, looking around at her gym. Katsuki looked around too, noticing that all eyes were on them. “Everyone get back to fucking training! You wanna waste your money, go ahead, but I will pull each and everyone of you into that ring and show you what slacking off will get you,” she shouted, and the room went back to its noise, ignoring the pair completely. 

“That���s why I need you,” he said, ducking his head down, rubbing over the undercut at the brink of his neck. She still moved on, and Katsuki snarled, grabbing hold of her wrist and making her look at him. Her eyes were mad - he couldn’t blame her. “I just need a better fucking trainer, ok? Whatever that fight was, it wasn’t me. You know me, know how to push me.” 

Pulling out of his grasp, her eyes had softened. She sighed before she raised her chin to him, hands on her hips. “I’m not my dad. I will break you.” Ochako may have thought she was warning him, but it only made him smile. Her cheeks flushed in response. 

“It’s what I’m counting on,” he replied. 

“Come by tomorrow. We’ll start early,” she replied, gesturing for him to leave. He gave a nod, even though he wanted to start that day. 

When he got home, he called his team, letting them know there were changes. He didn’t care about the yelling, he was doing what he needed to. When shitty hair called back, excited as anything, Katsuki rolled his eyes and let the idiot come by for training.

It was six in the morning when he turned up at Kirishima’s place. He dragged the fucker out of bed, made him take a shower and fed him breakfast on the drive over. By the time they got there, it was half past seven, and the gym had no one in it, save a few people getting a workout in before work. In the ring however was where Ochako stood, hair up in a bun, and wearing tights and a singlet that hung off her frame. 

She was training someone with hands on experience. That was a good sign for him at least. 

Her hands were up, she was ready to fight the young fighter. He would have been eighteen at most, weighing in a lightweight division.

“Is that Uraraka Ochako? No one has seen her in the ring for over a year,” Shitty hair exclaimed in a whisper. 

Ochako gave a nod, and the young nerd prepped his hands up, bouncing on his feet as Ochako found her opening. His left hand guarded lower than his right. In one hard swing, she brought her leg up, kicking him round the cheek and sending him to the floor. It was such little effort to her as she stood over him. 

“I told you to block!” she said, crouching down, holding their hands up around their face, guarding it unlike what they had done before, “hands up, honey,” she said, smiling sweetly after just kicking their ass. She stood, looking over to Katsuki. 

“Where’s the trainer?” Eijiro asked. Katsuki pointed back to Ochako. 

“You’re looking at her.”

When Katsuki looked at him, shitty hair was staring at him with his jaw practically on the damn floor. Rolling his eyes, Katsuki waved over to her. 

Stepping under the rope, she came over to them, giving a slight jog as she bit her gloves off from her hands. 

“Bakugou,” she said, letting her hair out of the hair tie. It flowed down around her shoulders.

“Cheeks,” he said and she rolled her eyes. 

“Uraraka Ochako,” she greeted, turning to shitty hair. 

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro. Support trainer,” he said, shaking her hand vigorously. Katsuki frowned, watching it as though it were a violent act. It didn’t look comfortable. But Eijiro was excited. 

“Support?” she asked, looking between Katsuki and Eijiro. Katuki shrugged. 

“I can be your support as a trainer, or I’m just an emotional support for this emotionless dumbass,” he said, gesturing over to Katsuki. He frowned, crossing his arms. 

“I think that is a very useful job,” Ochako smirked. 

“It’s not but I love my bakubro, so I’ll always help,” Eijiro said, following Ochako like he were a lost dog. Katsuki shook his head, putting his gear inside her office and beginning to stretch as shitty hair continued to fawn over her. After he was done, the gym filling with a few more people - it was as though Ochako became a different person, and everything changed about his routine. 

Ochako kept her promise. 

She pushed him hard - harder than he thought he’d be pushed by a trainer. It hadn’t been since he started had a trainer looked him over and said he needed ten times more, even as he lay on the floor panting. Ochako didn’t let him rest, focused on the task at hand - be faster, be stronger, be the best fucking fighter there was. 

From the first day, she pushed him to his limits, never allowing him to rest in order to create stamina - she was good, but fuck was it torture at the same damn time. He had no reason to deny her though - she obviously knew his style, knew where he needed to improve, because he seemed to leave the gym far more exhausted than he had before his fight with Shoto. 

Every day, as they wound down, her stretching and tactical sessions were wound into one. Ochako would help him stretch out his back, walking through different things he could improve on next time, as well as small exercises he could do in the times he didn’t see her. Eventually, she’d end up on top of him somehow - either she’d keep his knee as he stretched up towards his armpit, twisting the knots in his back, or working out his hamstrings by leaning on his leg and pushing it as far as it could until they were done. All the while, she’s rattled on about technique and drummed in her ideas of his fighting style improvements. 

At first, he was resistant to her - he knew he was good, he just felt like he needed his foundations, but when Ochako got mad, she got him in the ring and knocked him on his ass with ease, almost making him tap out with the crushing effort of her thighs. 

“I’m not playing around here, Bakugou Katsuki! You take me seriously or you can get the fuck out of my gym!” 

It was all he needed to hear. He took note - she wouldn’t bring it up if it wasn’t important. 

“This,” Katsuki panted one day, down on the floor after a three hour training session that could be called torture, “this is why I wanted her as my trainer,” he said to shitty hair who laughed. 

Bad move. 

“Just for laughing, you’re joining him next hour, move it, Eijiro!” she barked, sending Kirishima on a run around the gym. “Take another fifteen. You’re too wrecked to do anything with right now,” she said, crouching down to Katsuki. 

“I can go!” he roared, trying to get up, but with her hand pinned to his chest, it made the effort null and void. 

“No need to show off, buddy. I know you can perform when asked,” she teased, looking him over. “but I’m not asking, and I can tell you’re not going to show me anything,” she smirked, it soon turning into a giggle. 

She was different somehow. A little more confident than she had been in the past. It was still her underneath it all, but there was something entirely different to her - a growth that came from something he couldn’t see. 

“Are you trying to say something?” he frowned, turning over to look at her easier. “Since when do you talk like this anyhow? You were always fucking quiet back then,” he reminded. Ochako thought for a moment, the silence aching between them - a look shared that he couldn’t figure out. To it, she merely shrugged. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she smirked, patting his face - or maybe it was a slap? He was too exhausted to know the difference, “go get some water or I’ll make sure I put you in the ring and knock you on your ass again,” she warned, standing up and going to some of her other trainees. 

After one of their earlier morning training sessions that ran later because Kirishima was being a pain all day, Katsuki was picking up his gear from her office, seeing her at the desk, stretching her neck as she took notes and scrolled through her computer screen. 

“Aren’t you going home? It’s been a long damn day,” he asked, almost spoking her with the way she jumped. 

She shook her head. “Can’t. Gotta check the books and pay some bills. The work is never ending.” Ochako pointed to her screen, smiling, but it lacked a light. She looked tired. With the way her desk had been building the last few weeks, he wondered what she was going through for the first time since it had all started. 

“I didn’t ask, but how’s the -” 

“He’s fine. He’s just not strong enough to work yet,” she interrupted him quickly, as though there was something she wasn’t saying. He stepped in closer to her desk and she waved him off, “it’s fine. I’m staying on top of everything,” she said, smile no longer blinding. He shook his head.

“Whatever. You better be eating right,” he warned her. 

“Go home, Bakugou. It’s fine,” she laughed. 

“Night cheeks.” Hitching up his bag on his shoulder, he waved her off, and they parted for the day. But even as he rested that night, he wondered if she was doing as good as she presented. 

He remembered when she was young, hurting her ankle and not telling her parents for days because she was scared she'd worry them. It took his prodding to make her move and explain what happened. Tossing his phone in his hand, he looked at their blank message chain. 

His phone soon buzzed, showing the message through from Ochako. 

00:35am - Cheeks: I ate dinner if you were wondering :)

He smiled to himself. 

00:36am - Katsuki: Whatever. Go to bed. We’ve got an early start tomorrow. 

 ~*~*~

 As they sat over lunch in Ochako’s office. Eijiro and Ochako ate some ramen as they watched Katsuki’s confirmed opponent. Fumikage Tokoyami. They were gathered up, pausing and starting the clips at random. Well - it was more so Ochako. She seemed to break down things with ease when it came to this. 

“See, Tokoyami is a kickboxer by nature. If he can, he’ll go for the head, and he lifts off the ground like a bird. He might be a middleweight, but he’s on the lighter side. What you should be doing is,” she said, playing the video a little longer, catching a moment where his foot went up into his opponent’s ribs, “when he goes for this, catch his ankle and get him on the ground. You punish him on the mat and make him wish he didn’t have legs,” she said, and Katsuki smirked. 

“Marry me?” Eijiro said out of nowhere, spooking both Ochako and Katsuki, making them snap their attention to him. 

“Oi!” Katsuki snarled. 

“What?” 

“She’s my trainer, shitty hair, buzz off,” he warned. 

“You’re not dating her,” Eijiro reminded. 

“I’m not dating either of you, so can we get back to this,” she said, pushing away from the desk and indicating that their break was over. “Eijiro,” she turned to him. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure I don’t pass out this time,” he said, setting down his lunch and grabbing hold of his head gear that he had been wearing that morning. They moved from her office down to the ring, stepping up and into the ropes. Katsuki put his gloves back on, tightening them with his teeth. 

At the other side of the ropes, Ochako caught Katsuki’s arm, tugging him to her. She slipped a long strand of hair behind her ear. He leaned into her. 

“Knock him out,” she whispered, looking up at him with a devilish gleam in her eye. 

Katsuki smirked, clapping his hands together. “No need to ask me twice,” he replied, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. 

“Oh shit,” Eijiro exclaimed, watching over the two fighters’ faces. 

 ~*~*~

 When the fight came, Ochako stood with him in the locker room, giving him a once over in his gear - she tightened his gloves and made sure his black and orange shorts didn’t look crinkled and weird. She looked like she usually did in the gym - her tights and shirt combo, but now she wore his name over her shoulders and her gym over her chest, their own way of promotion. It was the least he could do for putting her out as he did. 

Months of training had led up to this - the confidence in him was practically spilling out onto Ochako. He’d never seen her so excited, it was almost scary how ready she was. 

“Now, I want you to stay focused on the fact that Tokoyami will try and outmanoeuvre you. He’ll strike with his knees and legs if it gives him an advantage. He’ll go for your ribs because he knows -” 

“Oi, cheeks, I got it,” he replied, huffing to her words. He could feel his knee bouncing as he sat there. He wasn’t nervous - he was just raring to go. It was taking too long. 

“Listen to me,” Ochako said, standing in between his legs, arms folded over her chest, she stared him down, “you pin him on the ground, get him in a choke hold, and you make him tap out,” she instructed. He scowled back at her. 

“I can knock him out,” he said, gritting his teeth at her. Her eyes warned him to keep his temper down - if he let it loose too soon, it wouldn’t be useful, or he could even be careless in his fights. 

“I know you can, but I want you to tap him out! If you try and knock him out with one punch you’re gonna go the full five. I want this done in two,” she said, but it was a request - show her what he could do - finish it all in two rounds and she’d keep him. He gave a nod in response. “Alright, lets move it,” she said, stepping away from him and tilting her head to gesture to the door. He walked out first, breathing evenly as he moved, his team following behind. 

Once his music started, they walked out the doors to a roaring crowd and the commentators' words being beamed loudly over the speakers. The match hadn’t started, so the whole stadium could hear the fuckers speak. 

“Bakugou Katsuki’s first match back is met with some confusion, as he brought in a female coach! This has never been done before!” One said. Katsuki wanted to look back at her, but knew if he did she’d kick him in the throat. He needed to be focused. 

“A lot of people are going to be surprised to see this - wait...That’s Uraraka Ochako! Are we getting this? Uraraka is a featherweight fighter, hasn’t been seen in over a year and a half, and now she’s training Bakugou Katsuki!? This is going to be an insane fight ahead.” The second one made the crowd go nuts. 

Katsuki stepped into the ring, Ochako following after, doing yet another check over

They introduced Tokoyami, but Katsuki was focused on whatever Ochako was saying. It was stuff she had said multiple times over - but it was like she wanted him to seep it all in, in only a matter of seconds. 

This was the moment that everything would change or he’d be the same fighter he was all those months ago. He’d be on his way to being a champion or nothing at all. They had put in so much effort - he had put in so much effort, and it could all go to fucking waste in one single fight. 

As Tokoyami walked into the ring, Ochako tugged on him, bringing his focus down to her and not to the opponent walking into the ring. 

“Hey, look at me,” she asked, hands either side of his neck, keeping him focused on her, and only her, “who are you?” 

“What?” he asked. Ochako shoved the mouth guard into his mouth. He grunted at the pressure she placed. 

“I wanna know what’s going on in that head of yours, so who the fuck are you?” she asked, pushing him to the singular thought. 

“I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki,” he said, muffled by the guard.

“Who you going to be?” she asked, hand on his shoulders. 

“I’m gonna be number one,” he replied. The smile that grew on her face made him feel powerful. 

“Then show me,” she patted his cheek and left the ring. She kept close by, her own eyes focused on the impending fight. As the two prepped for the fight, the referee brought them in, going through the rules and what he expected from the fight. He made them touch gloves, and they gave a brief acknowledgement of the other. In one of the many corners, Katsuki stood, ready for that one single word. 

“Gentlemen are you ready?” The referee asked both sides. They each gave a nod. “Go!” 

Katsuki smirked and roared to life.

[serenhyunjinity]

mental patient! hyunjin

“one side of me wants to love you but the other wants to see your blood spill from every inch of your body”

word count: 2000+

‘Hwang Hyunjin, aged 19, suffers from a rare form of split personality disorder and needs to be watched at all times, be prepared for a sudden personality swap’. Reading those words written on the document that was handed to y/n only a few days before, nervousness seeped through her veins. Honestly she was just glad she wasn’t having a forty year old psychopath and instead had someone around her age. After all, she had only just made it into the career she had dreamed of since she was young.

“Are you ready?” the older nurse asked, yet her face looked unsure, he couldn't be that bad right? I mean they wouldn't assign a new nurse to an extremely dangerous patient. Nodding, this was the call to open the metal door which led into the extremely white room which had a single bed placed in the centre, although it was within seconds in which she spotted the tall male slumped against the wall.

The metal door clanked behind her as she entered with caution towards the patient who still had not acknowledged her presence. His head was low as his face had a deep look of lack of comfort. Then again who wouldn’t feel uncomfortable in an isolated room like this? “You must be my new nurse” the boy suddenly spoke, making y/n jump in shock, so he had noticed her walk in.

“Yeah, im y/n” she replied softly, trying not to sound intimidating to the boy who already looked distraught as it was. With her reply, the black haired patient glanced up, making eye contact with the nurse, sending shivers down her spine. Although she definitely was not expecting a bright smile to form on her patients lips, watching as he jumped up from his spot and stood politely in front of her. “How are you feeling today Hyunjin?”

The black haired boy contemplated to himself before once again facing the nurse “Im fine at the moment, but that's only because my nurse is pretty and not an old hag like the others” his smile was small but he chuckled lowly. She really wasn't prepared for a flirtatious patient but it was better than one who wanted nothing more than to have her dead right then and there. Motioning him to sit on the bed which was close by, he did as he was told as y/n calmly sat in her spot, but then that's when the nerves began to kick in.

“Are you nervous? Don’t be, i'm in a good mood right now” he smiled once again, okay it will go fine y/n, just calm. Gripping the clipboard, y/n took the pen from her pocket and let out a deep sigh, time to begin her first ever assessment.

“Do you have any triggers that cause your sudden personality changes?” first question and it's already cutting straight to the point. The boy sat in front of her sighed and looked around, gathering his thoughts. “Not really, it just happens, but it can happen if i get too angry” noted.

“When did your other personality begin to affect your life?” that's when Hyunjin went silent, a sad look covering his face, which had previously had a bright smile adorned on it. He looked nervous, so without a single thought, y/n reached over and grabbed his shaking hand.

“When I saw my father beating my mother, that's when I first noticed it, i just got so angry that i couldn't think of anything else except seeing him dead. He inflicted pain on me after that day, until I couldn't handle it anymore”. His words began to get shaky as they escaped his trembling lips, but with a squeeze of his hand reassuring him that it was fine to keep talking, he proceeded to do just that. “I hit him with a glass bottle and ran, fuck i dont even know if he is even alive”. Abusive father, troubled childhood.

After a few more questions, hyunjin was done with his check up. The boy gazed at the nurse who had now moved from her seat and skimmed over the notes she had scribbled down as hyunjin opened up about his illness. “Thank you for today hyunjin, ill be back tomorrow” and with that, she exited the room, hyunjin’s eyes scanning her, if only he wasnt in this stupid hospital.

-

Two weeks had passed by in the blink of an eye and y/n still had only witnessed hyunjin’s positive and bright personality. It wasn't as if she was complaining, the nurses told her that when his second personality came out, it was best to leave as soon as possible, although this was understandable from the stories that her patient had told her about throughout the course of their many sessions.

It was now time for her fourteenth session with hyunjin and as he had been a relatively well mannered and responsible patient, he was granted access to the outside world for six hours, of course whilst being supervised by his nurse, y/n. The nurses were dumbfounded when they found out that Hwang Hyunjin was doing so much better than he was a month previously, yet little did they know y/n was the reason for this. Hyunjin knew it was almost forbidden to feel this way towards a nurse, but he couldn't help the butterflies from fluttering in his stomach just by the thoughts of her.

“Hyunjin I have some news for you” hyunjin’s heart picked up its pace as soon as the girl’s voice filled his plain white room, although it certainly wasn't plain whenever she was there with him. “We’re leaving this place for a couple of hours” Hyunjin’s eyes grew wide, he was allowed out of this place? After being trapped in the mental hospital for almost three years, he could breathe fresh air.

So with this news, y/n handed him the pieces of clothing which were given to her by another nurse. I mean he couldn't just go out into the public eye in his patient uniform, it would certainly put unwanted attention onto him, and in most cases that really would not be good for him. Leaving the room, y/n waited patiently, undoubtedly she felt proud of herself for getting hyunjin to the point where he was trusted to leave the prison-like building and experience being a young adult for at least a couple of hours.

-

Stepping out of y/n’s car, the pair set foot on the grounds of an amusement park which was only fifteen minutes away from the hospital. Hyunjin had never been to an amusement park, so with the view of rollercoasters and the sweet aroma of candy filling the air, butterflies filled his stomach as y/n grabbed ahold of his hand, causing a slight blush to form on the taller male’s cheeks.

“Is there anything you want to do here?” the nurse looked at Hyunjin, who’s eyes had not left her ever since they had entered the amusement park. Her eyes met his own pair, which immediately tore away from hers and looked around at the crowded park. Each ride had a long line of people of all ages and genders waiting to go on a spin on the short, adrenaline filled rides.

“As long as you’re by my side, I'll go on anything” y/n chuckled at his comment as they began to shuffle over to the rollercoaster which was a minute or two away from the entrance. “Why are you laughing?” he questioned, a large smile plastered onto his lips as he gazed at the girl beside him whose smile brought him the most happiness he had ever felt in all the years he had been alive.

“You’re cheesy” her smile never left her face as the pair conversed as if they were lifelong friends, and not nurse and patient.

-

Three hours had passed by within a blink of an eye. Hyunjin and y/n strolled across the high streets, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the area as they had left the nearby bakery after purchasing a couple of pastries. Hyunjin never felt so happy ever, his other personality hadn't even made an appearance for a couple of days now and honestly, even he was surprised.

“Fuck” Hyunjin snapped his head towards y/n who was searching inside of her bag in frustration. A deep sigh left her lips as she turned towards Hyunjin who was watching in curiosity. “Can we quickly go to my apartment? I think I left one of my files on my desk” without any hesitation, the black haired boy nodded.

The way back to her apartment wasn't too long, as y/n lived relatively close to where they were previously. Entering her apartment, Hyunjin scanned the area, taking in every small detail of it. In his line of vision, he could make out a picture of y/n with who he assumed were her parents and siblings, or they could be friends, he couldn't assume.

“You can sit down” he came back to his senses after hearing the girls voice signalling for him to sit on the black couch which was placed in front of a television, which looked like it hadn't been turned on for weeks. He shifted his vision towards the nurse who was stuffing her files into her bag and moving to take a seat beside hyunjin.

Silence filled the room as the two sat, staring at anything but each other, although it was rather a comfortable silence and not uncomfortable in the slightest, well at least to Hyunjin. That was until y/n sighed softly, Hyunjin’s eyes landed on her face, his heartbeat picking up its pace just by staring at her features closely.

“Did they tell you?” her question made Hyunjin confused, tell him what? He shook his head lightly and the girl looked down, and he could swear he saw her lips turn into a frown. “They said I was done with you, im being moved to another patient, this is our last time together” she was still looking down, playing with her fingers nervously.

Hyunjin’s face dropped, he swore his heart had stopped beating as the cold sweat began to come again, god please not now. “N-no you can't leave me, not yet,” his voice was shaking, he didn't want to lose her. Y/n was the only source of happiness in his life, no other nurse could take her place.

“Hyunjin, are you okay? You’re shaking” all of a sudden, the boy leaped out of his seat and grabbed the girl by her throat. “Hyunjin!” the girl managed to scream as his tears got replaced by the look of anger, his eyes turned dark as he grabbed onto the vase placed on the coffee table. The happy go lucky Hyunjin was soon replaced by his biggest fear, the Hyunjin that killed not only his father but his whole teenage life.

The nurse’s hands tried to pry off the boys but it was no use, his strength was on a completely new level to hers. So this was his other personality, the one the other nurses had warned her off all of this time, and now she was experiencing it first hand.

“One side of me wants to love you but the other wants to see your blood spill from every inch of your body” he let out a sinister chuckle as he violently smashed a part of the vase against the table, shards scattering all over the room. “Look what you’ve done to me” he sighed as he placed the sharp tip of the glass vase against her neck. Her breathing began to quicken, panic.

“Thank you for letting me experience the feeling of being loved, now we can leave together” she screamed but it all turned silent as the sharp shard was pushed into her neck, killing her instantly. Although that was when Hyunjin quickly snapped out of it, what had he just done? His heart dropped as he grabbed the body of the girl he gained deep feelings for, he just killed her.

“Don't worry y/n, i'll join you now” his shaking hands grabbed another shard as he screamed out at the world before closing his eyes, taking his last breath. He was certain he would never go back to that place ever again. He wouldn’t be like that again.

[hot-wiings]

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[Edited: 12-2-19]

You nervously twisted your engagement ring as you and Katsuki walked up to the door of his childhood home. Hesitantly, you grab his wrist before he knocked on the door.

"What if they don't like me?"

Meeting in your adult lives — your busy adult lives — meant you'd never had the chance to meet Katsuki's parents. It was quite shocking that he proposed before you'd met his mother.

Katsuki cups your face with his pointer fingers hooking behind your ear and his thumb resting on your cheeks. He guides your face up to look at him.

"They're gonna fucking love you. You got me to like you and I hate everyone. Don't worry, ok?"

"Okay."

Katsuki roughly knocks on the door and a petite woman answers the door. With spiky blond hair and red eyes just like his, you assumed she was Katsuki's mother.

"Katsuki, you haven't been home in fucking-forever!"

"Yeah, well, I have a fucking busy job! You know that."

"And who's this?"

Shyly, you look down unable to meet this woman's eyes. If you were being honest, this woman was very loud and aggressive and you were very intimidated.

"This is [Y/N] [L/N]! My fiance."

"Fiance?! You come home for the first time in forever with a fiance?"

Mitsuki Bakugo leads you both inside her house. Holding Katsuki's hand you follow her into her living room and sit on the couch. She had a nice house, it looked cozy yet stylish.

Mitsuki Bakugo leads you both inside her house. Holding Katsuki's hand you follow her into her living room and sit on the couch. She had a nice house, it looked cozy yet stylish.

Mitsuki pours some tea and sets out pastries, she overs you a cup which you politely accept. As you bite into the pastry your eyes widen. It tasted so good, you'd only known Katsuki to make pastries this good. Cooking must be a Bakugo trait. 

“It tastes so good. I can see where Katsuki gets his skills.”

“Yeah, this old hag taught me how to cook when I was younger.”

You found it odd how Katsuki was an adult yet he swore at his mother. Although calling her a hag wasn't classified under swearing, it wasn't respectful or nice either. If you spoke this way to your parents you would be in deep trouble.

Noticing you’re discomfort, Katsuki wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him.

“What's wrong?” 

“Do you always talk like this to your mom...? She’s your mom, she deserves a little respect.” 

Katsuki could tell that his actions were bothering you. He always talked like this to his mother because they were both aggressive people by nature. Knowing it made you upset Katsuki bit back his pride. 

“Mom, I shouldn't have called you a hag... I'm sor- It's regrettable...”

Mitsuki silently watched how Kastsuki apologized because his actions made you uncomfortable. She didn't know you enough yet, but she knew she'd like you.

"Why didn't you bring [Y/N] home sooner?"

“Becuase your gonna embarrass me and shit.”

Mitsuki smiles.

"You're not wrong, but I think I’ll save the baby photos for after dinner. So how’d you meet?”

"We got thrown together to catch a villain, he said I was too shy and annoying. He refused to work together."

"To be clear, she was annoying in the beginning, but long story short, she saved my ass."

"I was not annoying, you were just stubborn."

"Yeah, that sounds just like my Katsuki."

The front door to the Bakugo home opens and a tall man with brown hair and glasses comes in. Presumably, this was his dad, Masaru Bakugo.

"Katsuki? I haven't seen you in forever."

"Yeah, I'm home for Christmas this year, and I brought my fiance."

"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day you brought home a girl."

You stand up and Shake Masaru’s hand. 

"Hello sir, I'm [Y/N]."

"Oh, no need for formalities, we're family now. Call me Masaru."

You smiled. His Father already accepted you into the family. You were so worried about them not accepting you. You were still a little worried about his mother. You couldn't tell if she liked you or not. She was so aggressive.

"Catch up with your son, me and [Y/N] will go cook dinner." 

You kiss katsuki’s cheek for good luck and follow his mother into the kitchen. She instructs you to peel, cut, and mince some potatoes. 

"Katsuki never lets me cook. He's much better at it, and I always burn food.”

“When I first started teaching Katsuki to cook he would refuse my help and get so frustrated when his food got burnt.” 

“That sounds so much like Katsuki. He's a lot like you.”

"In what way? Aggressive? A stubborn ass?" 

You stutter, scared and nervous on how to respond.

"Relax, we Bakugos may be aggressive, but I won't bite."

"Sorry. I can be very shy, and nervous. Sometimes I wonder why Katsuki is with me. You're both so loud and aggressive, I’m not."

"Katauki’s father is just like you. He's so quiet compared to me. I'm glad he's found someone to deal with his aggression and behavior."

Katsuki enters the room and walks over to you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek. Noticing your cutting skills, or lack thereof, he places his hands on yours and helps guide your hands properly. 

“You’re mincing that wrong.”

“The first time Katsuki minced he almost cut his fingers off.” 

"Don't embarrass me, mom."

"I'm not. Just wait for those baby photos."

Katsuki lowers his lips to your ear. 

"I told you they'd like you."

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Athazagoraphobia (Part 19)

I have finally reached a point where I don’t have to look up at the other tabs to spell Athazagoraphobia.

“I am your princess and I am telling you to let my father out.”

The female guard, who Azula has come to know as both Yoka and the prison’s leader, crinkles her nose. “Do you forget what the world has come to? Your title is null. Your demands have now power.”

It hits her in double, because the woman reminds her very much of Bujing. Perhaps  her birthright no longer holds weight but blackmail always has stock. “Let him out of his cell or I will personally inform each and every one the inmates of exactly what has become of the outside.”

Yoka’s shoulders go rigid.

“You said it yourself, my title is null. So are your laws.” She feels the parasites simmer beneath her skin, seemingly with her growing aggravation. It brings her a new and great sense of unease to think that they might be syncing up with her psyche. She swallows and pushes on, “I’ll speak with that man first.” She points to a particularly fussy inmate.

Yoka chews on her lip, muttering something about never letting another outsider in. “I’ll bargain with you, Azula.”

“State your proposal.” Azula folds her hands in her lap. “You’ve kept me waiting this long. What has it been? A week now?”

“We’ve kept you and that needy old hag fed for a week.” Zekyul comments.

The parasites stir within her head. “Li is...was an esteemed royal advisor. She’s still an elder, speak well of her.” She lets a brilliant blue flame flare up in her palm., all the while wondering when she had grown so fiercely protective of the woman.

“I will release your father, but it won’t only be from his cell. If he wants his freedom, then he can find it in the outside world.”

Azula keeps her expression carefully blank. She gives a drawn out sigh. She had been planning on departing soon anyhow. “Fine, but I will take supplies as well.”

“No more than a third.” Yoka says. “We have more mouths to feed.”

“I am aware.” She won’t let the world nor the parasites turn her savage. “I just need enough to sustain us until we reach the port.”

Yoka extends a hand and Azula shakes it. “Zekyul, show Azula to the food reserves. I will get your father and inform him of our agreement.”

“Let me speak to him about that.” Azula says quickly. “He’ll take more kindly to me.”

.oOo.

The sun glares down upon her, it is a particularly smoldering day. “Are you sure that you don’t want to stay in the prison?”

“I told you that I will take care of you until my time expires, princess.” Li insists. Azula is glad for her loyalty.

She watches her father squint against the sun. How long has it been since he has seen the light? He grins, “the world welcomes me back.”

She does’t point out the macabte perfume of burst boils and blood. The rancidly sweet odor of the infected. “We shouldn’t stay in one place for too long. The parasites are around, I can sense them.”

“Sense them?” Ozai questions.

Li nods, “we’ve been out here long enough to tell when a predetor is about. Azula has always been good at detecthing them. I has kept us alive.

Ozai smiles, “the strong can adapt.” She notes his unspoken praise. “Though I did expect more strenght from this nation; more than just the two of you and those lowly guards.” If the delapadation all around him distrubs him, he certianly doesn’t display it. “I’m sure that we’ll come across more on our way to Capinal City square.

“Father, the square has been overrun by the infected. Li and I just came from there.”

“Where were you headed?”

“To find you…” she pauses. “And to get to the port.”

“The port?” He asks as they continue to walk along.

“We were going to take a ship to the tribes.”

“The Water Tribes?” He furrows his brows. “What fool’s idea was that?”

Azula swallows and with burning cheeks and an awkward cough confesses, “it was mine, father.”

“You wanted to run?”

“We can’t rebuild our nation if we aren’t alive to do it. I was thinking…” she trails off, trying to come up with an answer that would saciate him. “...we’d go to the tribes to recover, build our strenght, and accquire a few weapons and soilders.”

Ozai considers. “Yes, I can see the use in that. I shouldn’t have doubted you’re ability to strategize, though for a moment I thought you were losing your touch.” In an instant, it hits her that the last time she had seen him was when he’d left her behind with a false crown. “If the tribes are in the same state as our nation, we can simply take them over.”

Azula’s stomach sinks furter. She isn’t sure if it is as the thought  of the tribes lacking sanctuary or that her father is still fighting a war that is long over. She lets them fall into a tense silence that is lost on Ozai. She lets the man revel in his newfound freedom. Perhaps his boldness will fade when the novelty wears off. Hours of quiet--which she excuses to him as trying not to draw hosts and parasites to them--leaves her room to think of nothing but the throbbing in her leg. She wants to ask her father to carry her like Shinu used to when she complained of an ache in her leg. Her crutches catch in a small crater and she stumbles. Li helps steady her. Feeling foolish for not having paid attention, she chances a look at her father who offers her only merciless indifference. She thinks that he might have scoffed.

It deters her from asking if they can rest for a moment. But Li, seeming to have picked up on her many moods and subtle displays of distress says, “my old bones can’t take much more of this walking. Can we stop for a bit, princess?”

One cross look from her father has Azula shaking her head, “we should get somewhere secure before taking any pause.”

Though she can’t think of a single place between their current location and the port that could offer even minimal protection from the hosts and the parasites.

“What exactly does this infection look like?” Ozai asks.

Azula points to a gaggle of hosts. “They are completely feral.”

“They’re gathering.” Li points out.

“They must be feeding.”

“They eat human flesh?” Ozai asks.

Azula shakes her head. “They eat a person’s spirit energy and make room for the parasite spirits to take it over.” A cry rings out, accented by the unrelenting whispers and echoing between crumbling buildings. “We should move on, they’re drawing in more of them.”

One of the hosts turn around. And one after another they all mimick the first, until each of them stare at the trio with their glassy eyes. Among them she sees a few newly infected. Near the center of the hoard is a host so new that its skin has not yet begun to decay. Azula is certain that it is the woman who had screamed.

“Do they always do that?” Ozai inquires.

“No.” Li says. “This is irregular behavior, usually they attack.” She pauses and watches  each of the hosts tremor. The contortion ripples through them one after another like an undulating wave. “I’ve never seen them do this.”

“I have.” Azula notes. “Before we left the palace.” They could very well be staring at all three of them, but Azula gets the sense that they are only staring at she and Li.  

One of them breaks from the crowd followed by another and Azula’s breath catches in her throat. She would know those green eyes anywhere, the Fire Nation doesn’t have many half breeds. Even through the infection, Shinu keeps his half blood spouse.

They are in different stages of decay; Shinu lacks an eye and part of his nose has fallen away. His jaw hangs slack, a spill of tongue flaps around in the breeze. While the half blood only has matted hair and pockmarked skin. Regardless of decay, they are ripe with silver-blue tendrils. And their eyes. Azula’s stomach lolls. She can see him there, existing as only a small agonized fragment. She can’t imagine that it will be long before his eyes go glossy and he drifts from his lover.

“Let’s go.” Azula mutters. “Before they decide to attack.”

When no one protests, she leads them into the closest alley. It is just about as foul as she expects, uninfected bodies lay in slumped heaps, decorated with squirming piles of maggots. If not for her crutches she would be swatting flies left and right, instead they assault and aggravate her. Her nose bunches up in both disgust and discomfort. It is just distracting enough for her to step on a stray entrail. She doesn’t look down to see exactly what one it is. Weeks ago she might have stopped to vomit. Her father is a different matter; she pretends to take no notice to save him his dignity.  

She hustles to get out of the alleyway but halts in her tracks at a figure hunched over and eating one of the fetid corpses. Goosebumps rise on her flesh when it strikes her that no whispers accompany this body. It is human.

It. He looks up. His head is turned but she only needs to see his profile. “Ruon?” She says softly.

She almost asks him what he is doing, making a meal of a rotting body. She supposes that there aren’t very many food options around. She carefully stoops down and opens her pack, fishing out some stale bread. “Here.”

“Oh, Agni, it hurts.” He wheezes, ignoring her offer entirely. “I need to make it stop.” His speech is so garbled that she can’t make it out. He cups his head in his hands. When he looks back up she understands. She understands and she follows in her father’s footsteps. The entire left side of his face has rotted away, exposing jutting bone and muscle tissue.

Azula realizes that he hadn’t been feasting at all. He was ripping and tearing flesh from the cadaver and pasting them onto the spots of his face that have rotted away. “It doesn’t stop hurting.” He informs.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be so disturbing if she knew that he was just a mindless husk. She supposes that, in some way he is. She sees no tendrils writing beneath his skin nor embedded in his eyes. She can’t sense them anywhere on him and his remaining eye is weeping and bloodshot. It expresses a degree of pure torture that only a human can convay. But he has been reduced to only that torment. She sees on him the insanity she’d seen in the mirror before she’d smashed it.

Maybe a part of him is still around because he reaches out and takes her hand before choking out a gurgly sob. “Help me.” He rasps. “Fuck, just make it stop.”

By all indications, she believes that the spirits have left his body, but the infection left in their wake still courses through his body.

“Please…”

She swallows, body shaking. She doesn’t want to look him in the eye, but she should at least offer him that dignity. She takes a deep breath before taking his request. In one swift sweeping arc and a flash, his body lies motionless atop the one he had been ravaging. A thin trail of smoke rises from the hole she had put in his chest.

She rises and wipes her eyes, “welcome to the outside, father.”

[sabotajuu-a]

                    Out of respect for my fellow roleplayers here, I didn’t want to reblog the original post with all of this so that the images didn’t stretch everyone’s dashboards, and I could put this under a read more.   The posts I’m referring to are @savagedesign‘s HERE, my response HERE, as well as THESE SCREENSHOTS of @discandi‘s post ( since I can’t link the post from the blog itself, nor force it to appear as a dashboard link ).   Apologies for the long post.

                    Regardless, here’s the tea:

                    First and foremost, I want to get the legalities out of the way.   The original poster states that the game’s box rating is M for MATURE, or 17+.   For the sake of posting my own information AS LINKED HERE for collateral’s sake, we can see from GameStop’s official website that the rating is the same where I live, which is in the UNITED STATES.   Other countries have mixed ratings, because other countries have their own laws regarding the proper age group to view said content.   So, while there are countries who say a game is rated 18+, and others state the ratings are 15+, so on and so forth, there are still laws that need to be discussed and taken into account.

                    The problem lies in the complications of differing laws across borders.   Just because you live in a country where the maturity age is considered 15+ to view and participate within certain types of media, doesn’t mean that you aren’t endangering other users across borders by writing the content within said media, where their country’s maturity age is 17+ or 18+.   To put it simply, A 15 YEAR OLD WRITING DEAD BY DAYLIGHT’S CONTENTS WITH SOMEONE IN THE UNITED STATES WHERE THE LAW IS 17+, PUTS THE OLDER INDIVIDUAL IN A POSITION WHERE THEY CAN BE HELD LEGALLY ACCOUNTABLE FOR YOUR DISREGARD TO THEIR COUNTRY’S LAWS.   And that, my friends, is called CORRUPTION OF A MINOR, because as far as the United States is concerned, you, as a person under 17 playing this game and partaking in its contents, are still a minor, regardless of the laws in your country.

                    And want to know why that’s a problem?   Because it can completely and utterly ruin that 17 year old’s life.   NSFW content is an umbrella term for all things considered within gore, smut / sexual themes, intense violence, blood, strong language, and things of the like.   Writing ANY NSFW content with a minor, regardless of any legalities determining age of consent for any and all media, is still illegal.   Allow me to source things that are applicable to this situation from my perspective, meaning me as a writer having to abide by the United States’ laws regarding content that is RATED M FOR MATURE.

                    ENTERTAINMENT SOFTWARE RATING BOARD ( ESRB )   :                                         MATURE RATING DEFINITION

Content is generally suitable for ages 17 and up. May contain intense violence, blood and gore, sexual content and/or strong language.

                    CONTENT DESCRIPTIONS   :

INTENSE VIOLENCE: Graphic and realistic-looking depictions of physical conflict. May involve extreme and/or realistic blood, gore, weapons and depictions of human injury and death.

BLOOD AND GORE: Depictions of blood or the mutilation of body parts.

SEXUAL CONTENT: Non-explicit depictions of sexual behavior, possibly including partial nudity.

STRONG LANGUAGE: Explicit and/or frequent use of profanity.

                    These ratings and descriptions are put in place to protect individuals from exposure to darker and more adult themes.   This is why employees are LEGALLY REQUIRED to ask for identification when a person is purchasing age-restricted media, and why employees are further required to seek consent from a legal adult while mapping out the media’s contents when applicable.

                    The content ratings are meant to protect age groups from content that they are deemed too young to view as mapped out by a chosen government.   This is meant to ensure a person is old enough to handle seeing intense violence, blood and gore, while also hearing strong language or viewing implied sexual themes, and knowing that what’s going on in said media is NOT to blur the lines of real life’s morality.   So in Dead by Daylight’s case, the maturity rating is put in place because we have serial killers running around slaughtering survivors, cannibalizing them, snagging them in bear traps, chainsawing them, poisoning them, and then slapping them onto hooks.   Not to mention that Hag literally has one of her nipples out, which is still considered sexual in some definitions of the law.   We need to ensure that people under the given age aren’t going to go around tossing hatchets at pedestrians on the street, or electrocuting people with tasers or live wires, just because they’ve seen it in a video game.

                    While studies show that video games don’t make people violent, it’s very clear that there are situations where others may commit crimes inspired by the media they��ve digested before the recommended age, with or without parental consent or guidance.   Let’s move on to the legalities.

                    CORRUPTION OF MINORS                                         DEFINITION

Although it’s a pretty loose definition, the Pennsylvania Superior Court defines the phrase as “corrupting the morals of a minor” by explaining that it includes actions that would offend the common sense, sense of decency, propriety, and morality.

                    TITLE 18   SECTION 6301 ( a ) ( 1 ) ( i )   :                                         NON-SEXUAL CORRUPTION OF MINORS

Corruption of Minors is graded as a 1st Degree Misdemeanor punishable by up to 5 years in jail and a $10,000 fine. Since the offense is non-sexual in nature, an offense under Subsection (a)(1)(i) does not trigger sexual offender registration requirements under the Sexual Offender Registration and Notification Act (SORNA).

A person commits an offense under the subsection if he or she is 18 years of age or older, and commits one of the following acts: - The offender commits an act that corrupts or tends to corrupt the morals of any minor less than 18 years of age; OR ( cutting it here since the first one is all that applies here )

                    This literally maps it out right there.   To simplify it, a person who is 18+ engaging in media that is considered mature with someone who is below that age is committing a crime, whether they know it or not.   Because it isn’t SEXUAL CORRUPTION OF MINORS, the older party isn’t being put on the sexual offenders registry, but they do serve jail time, FIVE YEARS OF IT, which may make it difficult for them to find a job in the future, or assimilate within society when they’re out.   It is still damaging to a person’s life.

                    Now yes, a 2011 ruling in the U.S. Supreme Court found that video games are a constitutionally-protected form of expression, and that laws restricting their SALE OR RENTAL based upon violent content are unconstitutional.   However, this is restricted to just that, the sale or rental of violent video games.   If, say, a parent were to find the content you were writing with another person, and they disagreed with it and contacted authorities, the other person could still be charged if their country’s laws differ from your own, and they could serve some serious jail time while paying serious fines to the government, as well as paying for a lawyer to try and fight these accusations placed upon them from your negligence.

                    Therefore, @discandi, your statement     In fact here is the games rating in MY country     holds no validity to the argument because it doesn’t matter when you’re possibly endangering others.   The fandom is so up in arms about individuals under 18 writing in the community because of the content as advertised, because that potential about endangering another’s life in legal terms is a genuine threat.   We’re not completely saying minors can’t write mature content, we’re just asking minors to respect a writer’s individual boundaries without getting pissy about it.

                    Let’s get into the other portions of the debate, shall we?   @discandi‘s post   ( as linked in the first little introduction )   features some points that I have to disagree with, and that I find appalling.   Firstly, calling the community a bunch of freaks is a big assumption, and pinning the whole ra.pe fetishization argument on the entire community is an even bigger assumption.   Not all Dead by Daylight roleplayers are entirely into writing the super dark content, and in truth the community is EXTREMELY against portraying ra.pe, or writing du.bcon.   Take into account the community’s DISTASTE for the Freddy / Quentin ship.   People shipping killers and survivors together is not ra.pe since both parties are ABLE TO CONSENT considering all survivors are confirmed to be 21+, and all killers are confirmed to be 21+ with the exception of Legion’s members.   Frank and Joey are 18 - 19, while Julie and Susie are still in that unconfirmed area of being under, on, or over 18.

                    And now I just have to map out the tags in @discandi‘s post, as screencapped by me:

                    Your logic of equating people who write darker themes to enjoying and justifying ra.pe fetishization is extremely flawed, because generalizing the fandom into this umbrella assumption without any real solid evidence to back it up is quite unfair to those of us who just want to write out the gore, or the murder, or the potential verses and character dynamics to be explored.   Are there people in the Dead by Daylight community who fetishize ra.pe?   Sure, but you will always find people like that in ANY FANDOM.   MLP, League of Legends, Steven Universe, Supernatural, Soulsborne, Red Dead Redemption, Disney, the list could go on and you’ll still find some no.ncon fetishization in the media as produced.   None of us ever said it was okay or valid of them to do that, and we in fact tend to voice our distaste for it.

                    In my time roleplaying on this site, which has been seven, almost eight years now, I have never seen anyone write out ra.pe or no.ncon or du.bcon in roleplay.   Even in a fandom that features a game as horrid as OUTLAST did I never see someone write out or fetishize these aspects in roleplay, even when you have those featured and implied in the actual game itself.

                    So saying that people who write darker themes and are uncomfortable with minors writing with them in similar media are just ra.pe fetishist freaks is a HUGE STRETCH to make.

                    In addition, bringing up @starlyht‘s reply to me, as screencapped HERE:

                    I never said a minors have never played a mature game, nor did I say minors haven’t engaged in material marked as mature.   Hell, I’m sure everyone’s done it.   What I’m saying is that SOME people, not all, are uncomfortable with minors writing mature content because it puts them at risk.   It opens up the possibility of legal troubles, or just doesn’t sit right with their personal morals because they’re 18+ and just writing with minors is uncomfortable.

                    And just when I thought I was done, here we have @hallowkills with their VERY UNINSIGHTFUL POST which I’m so glad to have seen before hitting post.   You’re going to come on here and get involved in this discussion, when you’ve made one of the most hilariously hypocritical posts that counteracts the comment you’ve made pertaining to the argument at hand.

                    On July 24, 2019, you posted:

ok little psa but if you rp a muse that’s like... from disney or any media that’s primarily directed at children (like cartoons, etc) i’m probably going to block you because this is a slasher blog and michael is not compatible with those sort of muses

                                        (   PROOF HERE   )     (   TAG PROOF   )

                    Okay, that’s respectable and understandable.   Personal preference, I get that, but then one of your tags proceeded to state:

                    Which can essentially be taken as your refusal to write with adults who write characters from children’s cartoons because you don’t trust them.   The same can be said about adults who don’t want to write with minors who write adult characters or adult media.   It makes some of us uncomfortable, and in some ways, it’s illegal.   So why are WE being called gatekeepers, or ra.pe fetishists, or harassers when we could just as easily pin the same thing on minors who write adult characters and media?

                    And then you continued to make a post today shown HERE, screencapped just in case you decide to delete it.   How hypocritical do you have to be?   Imagine being a minor and getting mad about adults writing characters that carry nostalgia from their childhood.   God forbid someone enjoys something when it’s harming nobody.   However, minors writing adult content with certain people CAN harm them, punishable by law, and that’s the tea.

                    Checkmate, thank you.   Hope the free educating helps.   Have a wonderful day / evening, I think I’ve made my point and earned my rest before work.   You’re more than welcome to continue the conversation in IMs, as I won’t be clogging my dash up any more than I already have.

                    And before you ask for sources, I’m a criminal justice major.   I will happily post a picture of my degree on request, with personal information blocked out of course, and post proof of my education completion.   Sources regarding the law are from online, some textbooks, and my own knowledge of how the law works.

[yourlocalmusicalprostitute]

ooh for the ships my names bridget im 19 i have longish light brown hair and blue eyes and im tiny (im 4'10) and i love parties and getting slightly drunk hehe and stargazing and cuddling and im slightly chaotic and a bit of a dumbass hehe 💓

Hii Bridget !! ❤ thank you for sending in an ask. Now, I ship you with Rog platonicly & with Bri romantically. Let me explain:

It would seem like you and Rog are the perfect match. The both of you are just little balls of energy that bounce all over the place having the time of your lives & its amazing.

Rog calls you his twin sister he never had. The two of you go out on the town & run the city. Being so much alike calls for conflict sometimes (what pair of best friends dont argue from time to time)

"You're acting like an old hag!"

"Am not we've been partying all weekend. Its Monday night for christ sake. Go to sleep Rog!"

"Sleep is for the rich Bridget. We're not rich yet!"

You'd most likely hang up the phone after that & Roger would be at your door no more than 15 minutes later holding your favorite snacks. You let him in without hesitation & stay up until unholy hours with him anyway.

Brian is your stabilizer. When Roger is balls to the wall & too much to deal with, Brian is there to calm things down a bit. He liked to party just as much as every one else, but he did it less frequently & that was just fine with you.

"Brian, come save me please." You'd plead into the phone as Roger was trying his best to get out into a nearby pub/club.

You could hear Brian close his textbook before he stood. "On my way, tell him its a date night."

You and Bri first bonded because of your love for star gazing. Who wouldnt a tall, dark and curly haired, astrophysicist to ramble on about stars and space to them? You certainly didn't mind laying on his chest, his thumb lazily gliding up and down your upper arm as he talked almost endlessly about the night sky.

[tolkeinbitch1138]

Pregnant at an Interview

So, I’ve apparently been really stressing about getting a job. I’ve even been grinding my teeth again, both awake and in my sleep. But apparently that’s not the only thing I’ve been thinking about? Which is fucked. You’ll see why. 

I woke in bed beside my ex-boyfriend. Yes, this is the same boyfriend who was 6 years older than me and whom I dated from age 13-19 until he dumped me for a 16yo. (You can ponder that degree of fucked-up-ness on your own.) 

Anyways. I woke up beside him. We were both naked. This isn’t the first dream I’ve had where I end up going back to him for sex if for nothing else, but thankfully I was spared the gritty details. 

I had an interview today, both in my dream and in real life. I sighed when I realized what had gone down between us and I got out of bed, already angry. 

As I was getting ready, I realized I had a baby bump. Weird because I’m fat as hell already, but it was a definite bump. This was one of my more lucid dreams where I was at least able to question things, so I looked down at it and said, “Well what the fuck.” But, places to be, people to schmooze, ya know. 

So I was getting ready. Dipshit, as I so affectionately refer to him in conversation, woke up and we had an argument. This was also one of the few dreams where I DON’T want to get back together with him, so I’m like, “Why the fuck did you fuck me?” and he’s like “Why the fuck are you mad it was good wasn’t it?” and I said, “I’m fucking pregnant you fucking fuck get the fuck out of my fucking house” and it was this big huge thing. 

Well he left, so I finished getting ready and went to my interview. I was feeling...ok about it. Not great because it’s a hardware store with heavy work and I’m very visibly pregnant. 

I get there and it’s like almost Hunger Games style hiring. There’s at least a dozen other people there milling about, waiting to be talked to. I find my favorite coworker from my last job and go talk to him all excited and shit, and we’re just chattin’. I open a bottle of coke and take a big drink then go to pay and don’t have any cash and their card machine is down so now I’m freaking out because I just kind of shoplifted, but then there’s a hand on my shoulder. I look back and it’s fucking Shep, again, and I’m like, “This is like the 5th dream you’ve been in girl what is happening I’m creeping myself out here” and she’s like “you’re here for an interview right?” and she’s the hiring dude I have to talk to, so I’m like, ‘aight cool, i already know how to make her like me at least a little.’ Time to lay on the “charm” becca. 

The interview is over. We’re saying goodbye, and she gives me this super hot smirk before she leaves, and I’m just blushing like crazy and trying not to squeal so I tell myself, “OOOOOOkay becca calm the fuck down holy hell.” 

“Expecting mothers shouldn’t use that type of language,” scoffs an old bitch behind me. I turn around, it’s my grandma but it’s very obviously not supposed to be my grandma. You know how in dreams you see someone you know but you know in the dream that they’re just a face-filler for a different character? Yeah. 

“Well I’m not an expecting mother, so, suck my dick.” 

She scoffs and turns to her hoity toity fancy-pants friend and says, “This is the problem with women these days. So careless and unwilling to pay the consequences.” 

So I scoff back and flip her off, and she does that “my word” type thing with her hand to her chest. I just walk away and start exploring the store. 

All through the store, I’m getting stares from other equally disgusted-looking old hags. I just glare indignantly back at them as I wander around. Shep and my old coworker find me in the video games section (of the hardware store. Yeah. I know.) I’m like, “Oh hey guys” 

The coworker looks concerned, but Shep moves to put her hand on my shoulder and she lowers her voice. “Becca, are you ok?” 

I’m confused. I say, “I... Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Her eyes very slowly travel down my body, so I look down, too. 

Where the baby bump is, there’s a tiny, hand sticking out with claws 6 inches long at least, and I’m gushing torrends of blood. 

All I manage to say is, “Oh,” before I wake up.