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ladydemise7 · 6 months ago

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Okay so it is 1 am and I'm bored as fuck so I wrote a lil story that's not like complete at all I js wanted to know if it's a good idea. Its a story where Jecka and Nicole don't become friends right off the bat like they do in the game

"Karen, listen I don't know if I can-" Jecka said over the phone. "Jecka you promised! You promised you'll go with me since it's my first party!" "I know, I know but my mom just got mad at me because apparently I'm not preparing for college enough and she's gonna start giving me disciplinary tattoos if she finds out I'm going. You really don't have anyone else you can go with? Like... Ari?" Karen frowned. "You know I don't talk to her.. it's fine I guess. I just won't go."

She felt bad. Karen was telling her about this party that Kelly's throwing in her house the whole week. She really seemed excited too. "Fuck, Karen you're lucky I like you. Fine ill- just.. figure out something." Immediately she could hear squealing. "Thank you Jecka!! Thank you so much" "yea no problem, Karen. I gotta go now tho okay? See you on the party." And she hung up.

She sighed and threw herself on her comfy bed. Since the start of this school year she hasn't been talking to her old friends that much. They all have different lunch periods and she's been stuck forcing herself to try and understand any of the shit Karen and Jeffrey always talk about. She likes Karen but there's not much they have in common. Kelly is a major whore so she doesn't give a fuck about her but other than that she doesn't talk to anyone that much. It's not like she's a loser who's lonely with no friends, far from that, she's a perfect ten, but she doesn't have anyone that understands her like some of her old friends did.

She sighed again and opened her flip phone. On the screen it said 2:34 am. How has it been already an hour since she talked to Karen?? She should go to sleep. So as she does, she takes her earphones and plays whatever is on her shuffle right now and slowly falls asleep.

The day of the party. Everyone from school was invited (except Jeffrey). Jecka was already on her way in her 'Jeckamobile' as Jeffrey called it, to pick Karen up. Karen really needs to stop hanging out with Jeffrey.

For tonight's party she dressed preppy as usual. A white tank top and short jeans shorts. When she pulled up to Karen's house she already saw her waiting at the front. She gets into her car and Jecka turns around to look at her. She was actually not looking that nerdy anymore. The glasses are gone and she has a green dress on.

"Hey K. You're really pretty without glasses" Karen smiled. "You're skeeting on me??" Jecka was instantly horrified. "What the fuck?" "What?" Karen asked innocently. "You gave me a compliment so you're skeeting on me! Right?" "Uh, no-? The fuck, who told you that?" "Oh, the new girl that came to our school this year!" "Who? Nevermind that, never say that again. Skeeting does not mean complimenting people." "What does it mean then?" Jecka struggled. "Uh- I.. wooww look at the time! We should.. like go." She starts to drive and puts on the radio LOUD so she can pretend she doesn't hear Karen's questions in the back.

After a few minutes Jecka turns off the car and steps out. "Okay, Karen? At the party there's gonna be a lot of men who will want to molest you so if that happens, just try to find me, mkay? I'll tell them to fuck off or something." "You're not gonna be with me the whole time?" Jecka looked at the house. A lot of people were already there. "I'm probably going to get fucked up so Uh yeah. I'll try to be around you if you want."

They walk in into the house. Loud music immediately hits their ears. Flashing lights their eyes. Jecka knows exactly how this goes. Kelly's parties are the same boring ones for virgins to get laid. She sees Ari and Emily across the room so she walks to them.

"Hey" she looks at them. On a second thought they look awfully touchy. Like touchy. And they also smell like alcohol. "Heyy Jecka!! I didn't notice youu, when did you get here??" Ari said, while clinging onto Emily. "Just now, with Karen." Shit. Karen. Where is she? "NO way Bella Swan is here right now. Did she came with a twilight shirt on?" Emily laughed. Ari slowly clinged more onto her. "That's not nicee, Em.... I reaaally want to make out with you"

and so they did and Jecka left as quickly as she could. She took a cup of some alcohol that was on the table, hoping it wasn't mixed with some shit and took a sip. Wait. Fuck, Karen. She really needs to go find her.

She started looking everywhere for her. Crispin bumbed almost 6 times while she was running around the house and said "oohh my bad.. Wanna go out?" every single fucking time. She eventually gave up and texted her 'hey u alr?' And went to sit on a chair.

Suddenly she could her yelling. "Get your fucking hands off me, you dipshit!" Jecka looked over and saw a girl and Kylar. Of course it's Kylar trying to fuck some girl. Except this time she was surprisingly conscious. She barely recognised the girl. It was the new kid who just moved.

She didn't know anything about her, they never talked to each other. She was wearing a blue tanktop, black jeans and her hair in a ponytail. Her hair was actually really pretty. Everyone just got kind of quiet except the music and the girl yelling. "Oh come onn-" SLAM!! as soon as Kylar opened his mouth the girl hit him HARD on his face. Some people started clapping some were just shocked. Jecka just stared at the girl who now stood up and looked straight at Jecka.

She didn't break the contact until suddenly Jecka got a text message. "Hi, yeah I'm okay. I went home because I guess parties aren't my thing. Hope you have fun tho!" From Karen. When she went to look back at the girl she was gone. What the fuck.

The party came to an end and everyone went home. Jecka was still thinking about her. The way she hit him and then looked at her.. the way her eyes were incredibly blue even though the lights. Who the fuck was she?

"Who the fuck was she??" Jecka sat with Kelly at lunch. "What? Who?" "Bitch, are you even listening to me I just told you! Did Emily had fucking sales this morning in the bathroom or what the fuck?" Jecka looked annoyed at her. "She did. She even gave me a discount." "You're such- oh my god. Since when do you even do drugs?" "Helps me not think about my cousin." She said like it's a normal thing

"Ew- ew ew okay- just answer my question. Who was the girl that hit Kylar yesterday" suddenly Ari surprisingly sat next to Jecka. "I've got a question!" They looked at her. "Does anyone have Nicole's phone number??" What. "Why is everyone suddenly so obsessed with her?" Kelly was too high for this. "Ari, who's Nicole?" "You don't know? Did you see the girl who hit Kylar yesterday? That was Nicole"

Okay.. but why the fuck does she want her number "why the fuck do you want her number?" Jecka looked over at Kelly who was out of it. "No... reason?" Ari tried. "Bitch, you were just making out with Emily and *now* you're on that Nicole suddenly?" "Okay so you don't? Bye" completely ignored the question and left. As the bell rang Jecka slowly stood up too and just left Kelly there. She'll be fine.

She needs to find Nicole. Only because she seemed like the coolest bitch in this whole school. She was at her spot infront of school. Smoking and waiting for the counselour to magically appear as he did everyday. "Jecka, again with the smoking?" And so he did. "Uh.. yeah." She replied awkwardly. "I feel like this is something that I should help you with.. and talk about. We can discuss it in my office today." "Uh I think I'm.. fine. I've.. got uh a family dinner tonight too- so sorry." the only thing she had with her family tonight was arguing and arguing.

After she managed to run from the counselour she went on with her day at school. The same boring shit. She always kept looking for Nicole but she never saw her. After school she went to the mall cos she wanted to buy a new msi CD. She went into the shop with CDs and music stuff, smiled at the cashier incase she gets it for free, because that's just how men work and went to find the one she wanted.

As she finally found it, she saw Emily at the entrance. Then she saw you wouldn't believe who. Nicole. Like her in flesh almost infront of Jecka. This was her chance to talk to her. So she went up to them. "Hey Emily, what're you doing here?" "I just went to say hi to my boyfriend" and pointed at the cashier. Now she's definitely getting the CD for free. She looked at Nicole who was just kind of looking at the CD Jecka was holding. She noticed so she kind of put her hands behind her.

"You listen to msi?" Nicole actually spoke to her. "Oh, yeah. I know I don't look like I do but that's just cause my mom is crazy and she dresses me up." "Cool, my mom's a bitch too." Jecka didn't even notice Emily already left. "What's your name? I'm Nicole." "I'm Jecka" Nicole's face was full of confusion "Your parents named you Jecka?" "Short for Jessica. But that name just screams married at 20" "marriage. Never doing it" "yeah me neither"

Talking to Nicole was actually so easy. "You're the one who hit Kylar at the party right?" She knew she was the one. The eyes, the hair. It matched. "Oh my god, everyone keeps talking about it like it's a big deal. So what? A hot bitch hit a pedophile jock." Jecka chuckled. "I'm so happy someone finally did that.

He was so annoying" Nicole nodded.

"What are you doing with Emily?" "I guess she's cool? So we're friends." Oh right. Jecka's phone made a sound. It was her mom asking where she was. "Oh my fucking godd it's my mom. I gotta go now.. see you in school?" "If I don't skip" and they separated.

#jecka x nicole #jeckole #class of 09 #jecka class of 09 #nicole class of 09

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whumpy-wyrms · 8 months ago

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are you okay?? what happened?

went to a party for the first time last night (senior party, we graduated and wanted to celebrate), drank for the first time, got drunk, crazy stuff happened. it was genuinely super fun though!! i knew everyone there since they were from my school so i was definitely safe the whole time, and i had a ride home.

ALSO (for context: i’ve always been the most quiet anti social kid at my school who literally never talks or gets involved in anything, just likes to draw and write and be an introvert. people have never bothered me about it either since i’ve always been like that and they all kinda respect it.) anyway the second i showed up at the party everyone in the room literally CHEERED because i was the one person they LEAST expected to be there it was awesome

i think i just liked having like no social anxiety and was able to interact with people really easy and stuff haha. like at one point i literally started rolling around in the grass and staring at the sky while giggling like a maniac it was awesome. everyone was calling me jay too which was so cool guys!!!! (for context i live in a very small conservative rural town which makes it very surprising that there aren’t that many transphobes) like i hardly talk to anyone in my grade but they’re all super supportive of me anyway and i genuinely felt so happy about that. like wooww these people can be assholes sometimes but they respect me and i’m gonna miss them

eventually everyone was kinda grouped at the front of the house and i went to check what was going on and there was a guy in a vest and the second i realized he was a cop i just ran to the backyard and followed like three other people out of there. we ran around town and eventually just sat in a field and waited for a ride it was crazyyy

i did get a ride home (not the one i originally planned lol) and everything turned out fine. i don’t think anyone got charged either (we all were underage drinking lol) so yeah. i also left my ipad there (brought it cuz i didn’t really know what to expect from the party and thought id go on it when i got bored lmao. i went on it once because i wanted to draw anton but gave up after like two doodles because drawing while drunk was literally impossible hahahha i’ll post the doodles when i get my ipad later though). anyways i feel completely fine now i just really wanna get my ipad back haha

#ask #tw alcohol #tw vomit #i also threw up in the field and my friend was helping me through it and like rubbing my back and stuff and telling me everything was okay #and like. in my mind i was like. i wish anton was here comforting me instead #he would’ve got me outta there #i wish he did #wyrms lore

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worthlessteacherspet · 7 days ago

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1/17

WOOWW okay today was rough. but it ended good I guess???

at the start of the day one of the teachers was out so he took their place. which meant I saw him pop in the room for my first period and I was glad to see him and he said hi. but he stood with the kid I hate so that pissed me off and started the day horribly.

then yk. math time. he patted my back and I got to watch him for a while which was nice. but he was sitting near that other kid like usual which is thankfully near me but still.

because that kid has more problems so he has to get more assistance.

then he started fucking getting mouthy with him, AND the really big creep kid who's 'grabbed' me before was also trying to fucking fight him.

but whatever. I got over it and did pretty okay in my next class. English.

BUT NOOO at the very end of the class, creep kid starts getting violent with the teachers and my teacher comes in to help restrain him and HE ALMOST FUCKING HITS MY TEACHER. so that just. really ruined the rest of the day. I almost hurt someone and during lunch I had to hide out in an office with my friend since I'm no longer allowed in the room where he is.

then bio comes and I just can't bring myself to participate because I miss him and I guess I'm worried. so I'm hidden in the back of the class and rhe teacher doesn't even fucking try to make sure I'm okay EVEN THO ITS AN ALT SCHOOL AND THATS THEIR JOB and she just gets annoyed at me. I ended up just putting my head down for the rest of the class.

finally FINALLY health class. HIS class. I sit in the front so I get to sorta just stare at him the whole time. which I did for most of it and he got me in a better mood. giggling and watching the documentary. I'm good in this class cus it was already an intrest of mine. but.

but.

the kid I hate is in the back of the room for some reason. he's not even in this class! he keeps distracting him and at the end of the day I have a fucking melt down about it and start crying but my teacher is right there next to me and I get a nice big hug.

and holy fuck he's heavenly to hold onto. he's big and perfectly the size for my arms. he's soft but firm and muscular and so warm and he smells so good and he's offering help. I didn't really need anything else tho.

one of the taller kids comes up to ask about it and cus of my ptsd I start freaking out because I feel cornered and my teacher told him to back off and guarded me.

I got a nice good by after clinging to him for a moment and I saw him again on the way out of the building.

soooo. I'd say a pretty shit day but I can't even focous on the bad parts because holding him was so good. ♡

#actually obsessive #male teacher #teacher attachment #teacher crush #teacher love #hot teacher #teacher crush community #male tc #tc crush #obsession #obsessive love #actually mentally ill #obslove #obsessive thoughts

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cohendyke · 9 months ago

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Okay, but which would you rather see? Rebecca kissing and/or unwrapping Cam's knuckles after a bout with the punching bag OR Rebecca tracing the lines of a tribal tattoo along Cam's bare back?

literally something about rebecca tracing a large dark tattoo on cams back and being like wooww... this must have hurt a lot.. you're soo brave <3 you're so strong and cam being like "no it didnt hurt that much... it wasnt that bad" trying to be tough but really shes trying to hide her blush and smile. the aftercare from boxing is elite too though <3

#asks #anon #under the bridge #rebecca x cam

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ga-yuu · 1 year ago

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-----Part 1----

Morinaga: "Actually, you're right."

Morinaga: "How about we do push-ups with Yoshino on our backs? That way we'll have more space and it will be entertaining too. It's like killing two birds with one stone."

(Excuse me!?)

Sueharu: "Hey."

Benkei: "........"

(As expected, Benkei-san looks reluctant. He's an enemy general so it's natural that he'd not-----)

Benkei: "Doing that will put strain your muscles, right? Isn't that a provocative suggestion?"

Yoshino: "T-That's how you see this.....?"

Morinaga: "I'll go first. Come Yoshino."

Yoshino: "W-Wait.."

Sueharu-san suddenly placed a hand on my shoulder as I panicked.

Sueharu: *sigh* "You sit down first."

Yoshino: "Sueharu-san....?"

Sueharu-san then stood in front of the two men.

Sueharu: "I'll sit on top of you."

(Sueharu-san!?)

Benkei: "I see. A man's weight..."

Morinaga: "Sueharu is slim but has a good height."

Fiery passion burns in both of their eyes.

Yoshino: "Wooww! They both so motivated..."

Sueharu: "Okay, you two----"

Sueharu: "Since I will be the one sitting on top if you, if either of you run out fuel too early, I'll charge you a hefty fine. Be prepared for that!"

(Even Sueharu-san looks serious...!)

Morinaga: "----Good. The riskier the bet is, the more interesting the game becomes."

Benkei: "I will do everything in my power. I'll take them head on."

Yoshino: "Ummm....I guess, I'll just sit back and watch."

The following day, after a heated and tense battle------

We all forgot the purpose of our trip.

Then the sun had completely set.

Sueharu: "It was a long day. Why is it that just riding in an oxcart is so tiring?"

Benkei: "You need to exercise more."

Sueharu: "I talking about my mood."

Morinaga: "It was a blast!"

Yoshino: "Everyone...good job!"

For the night, we decided to stay at a house of a merchant, who is an acquaintance of Sueharu-san.

(I wondered what was going to happen, but maybe it was a good thing that the atmosphere was not too tense)

Morinaga: "I also got a gift alcohol from this family. Let's drink."

-----Part 2-----

Morinaga: "I also got a gift alcohol from this family. Let's drink."

Sueharu: "Don't bring people you know into the fold."

Morinaga: "Now now."

Morinaga-san pours sake into everyone's cups.

Morinaga: "Here, Yoshino."

Yoshino: "Thank you!"

Benkei: "Normally, I would firmly refuse to drink with the people from the Shogunate..."

Benkei: "But since we had a good match, I'll hang out with you guys for a little while..."

I wonder if Sueharu-san has become tired of resisting.

Although he does look annoyed, he still sips his sake.

Yoshino: "Anyways....you two are amazing! I've never seen anyone doing that many push-ups."

Benkei: "But for me, it ended in a disappointing result. I need to train harder."

Sueharu: "The oxcart was shaking so hard on the way and you lost your balance."

(He almost caught up with Morinaga-san's record. He lost by one push-up. That was really disappointing)

Sueharu: "I don't like saying it, but...Morinaga is always lucky."

Morinaga: "It's terrible when you say that loud but I won't entirely deny it."

Benkei: "A match is still a match. If by any chance we get to spar again, I won't lose next time."

Morinaga: "Me too."

The gulped down their sake at the same time.

Sueharu: ".....And now you two became friends? I don't get it."

Yoshino: "Come to think of it, the match started to decide who is more suitable to be Sueharu-san's friend, right?"

Sueharu: "Please don't make me remember something stupid."

Sueharu: "Here, drink more and let your guard down for me."

(Hey, I'm only used to pouring drinks...!)

Yoshino: "Please, I want to be careful not to get too drunk...!"

Sueharu: "I don't mind how you become once you're drunk."

Sueharu: "The pain of having to listen to these bastards saying 'ooh' and 'aahh' up so close..."

Sueharu: "I think I'll forget if you sing cutely to me."

Yoshino: "Also, thank you very much for taking my place."

Sueharu: "Mm. How about giving me a kiss?"

-----Part 3-----

Yoshino: "Also, thank you very much for taking my place."

Sueharu: "Mm. How about giving me a kiss?"

(....Nn)

His hand stroked my hand and my heart beat sped up.

------Options------

I refuse.

A kiss is too light.

Your words and actions...

-------

Yoshino: "Are you treating my kisses lightly...!?"

Sueharu: "No. That's why I'm begging you."

Benkei: "Hey! Stop hitting on a woman from the enemy camp, Sueharu."

Sueharu: "Wow, you're suddenly starting to sound serious..."

Sueharu-san emptied his glass and stood up.

Sueharu: "I'm going to talk to the owner for a moment."

Sueharu: "Yoshino. In case another stupid fight starts between these two, make sure to run to the other room, okay?"

(Eh)

Sueharu: "Drinking contest, arm wrestling etc..something like that."

Sueharu: "Benkei is a fiery guy when he's triggered. So if you get involved, you won't be sleeping anytime soon."

Yoshino: "...Certainly considering what happened in the oxcart, it seems possible!"

Morinaga: "Sueharu really understands us!"

Benkei: "I can feel the friendship."

Sueharu: "Morinaga, stop messing around and Benkei, don't agree with him with a straight face."

(When you're with these two, it's as if you're not the usual Sueharu-san)

Sueharu: "....? What's wrong, Yoshino? You've been staring at me for a while."

Yoshino: "No...It's just I thought Sueharu-san sounds a bit different when talking to these two."

Sueharu: "Eh?"

Yoshino: "Maybe that's who you really are?"

Sueharu: "......"

Morinaga and Benkei: "......"

(Umm...?)

Sueharu: "Of course not?"

With a dark smile on his face, Sueharu-san denies it.

Sueharu: "But a good merchant has hundred faces. Maybe you saw one of them."

Yoshino: "Oh.."

I couldn't argue any further.

Sueharu: "By the way, if you want to see what I look like as a man, you can come to my room tonight?"

(Ah...)

His fingers caressed my cheek and his face had his usual relaxed smile.

Yoshino: "No thanks..."

Sueharu: "You're always welcomed if you change your mind."

(You managed to evade my question)

Sueharu-san waved his hand and leaves the room.

Morinaga: "Yoshino. Are you concerned about Sueharu?"

-----Part 4-----

Morinaga: "Yoshino. Are you concerned about Sueharu?"

Yoshino: "....! I mean, I'm curious."

Benkei: "...."

Benkei was also silently staring at me.

Yoshino: "As someone who was once decieved by Sueharu-san..."

Yoshino: "I wanted to make an effort to get to know Sueharu-san so that I could win next time."

Yoshino: "If you don't know who you're fighting, you can't plan countermeasures, right?"

Benkei: "........You can't beat Sueharu with mediocre effort."

Yoshino: "I know. But I won't give up."

Benkei: "Oh."

Benkei-san drinks his sake and leans forward slightly.

Benkei: "----You're a woman with a surprisingly good bone in your body. I'm taking a fresh look at you."

Yoshino: "T-Thank you, Benkei-san."

Benkei: "Just call me Benkei. I don't use honorfics for you so, you should do the same."

(Umm)

Yoshino: "Well.."

When I hesitated and looked at Morinaga-san, he gave me a radiant smile.

Morinaga: "It's fine, Yoshino. Benkei doesn't have any other intentions."

Yoshino: "....Okay."

Yoshino: "Thank you, Benkei."

Benkei: "Mm."

Benkei fills my sake cup with his big palms.

Morinaga: "Strange, isn't it? When Yoshino is around, the atmosphere softens."

Yoshino: "Hm? I don't think so."

Benkei: "I agree with him. If it was just me, Sueharu and Morinaga inside that oxcart..."

Benkei: "No matter what, the atmosphere would have been tense."

(Really? Then I'm happy that I could be of help)

Morinaga: "----But still."

Morinaga-san suddenly muttered to himself.

Morinaga: "I don't think it will be me or Benkei who will open Sueharu's heart in the true sense of word, but..."

Morinaga: "Maybe, it's a girl like Yoshino."

Benkei: ".............."

Yoshino: "Me? What are you saying...?"

...I felt Morinaga-san's words, which sounded like a prophecy, were circulating in my body with a slight intoxication.

Benkei: "He draws a line between him and us, even after we've known each other for quiet some time."

Benkei: "Every time he does that, I get angry..."

In the dark room, Benkei's eyes sparkles.

Benkei: "Half of what's inside a person is determined by his upbringing.."

Benkei: "He doesn't want to tell people about the pain he's been through---"

Benkei: "I kinda understand that."

-----Part 5-----

Benkei: "He doesn't want to tell people about the pain he's been through---"

Benkei: "I kinda understand that."

I didn't know what to say.

(Maybe the road Benkei took was not smooth either)

Morinaga: "............"

Yoshino: "For Morinaga-san..."

Before I could say anything more...

Yoshino: "What kind of kid was Sueharu-san when he was young?"

Morinaga: "...Hmm."

Morinaga: "He was stronger and smarter than anyone I'd ever met and from the moment, I saw him----I wanted to be friends with him."

Morinaga: "But."

Morinaga: "....One day, I betrayed the pride of that young Sueharu."

(Eh....)

Morinaga-san's voice had an unmistakable hint of regret.

Morinaga: "That's why Sueharu will never forgive me."

Morinaga: "That's all I can say for now."

(It seems like there's something deeper....)

Yoshino: "Thank you so much for telling me."

Benkei who had been listening, poured sake into Morinaga-san's cup without saying another word.

(It seems difficult to open the minds of black merchants...)

(If only I could get a glimpse into his mind while working as Sueharu-san's 'partner')

The unspoken wish was gently poured down my throat along with the alcohol.

After dinner, I was on my way to the room assigned to me...

Owner: "Oh, Going to sleep are we?"

Yoshino: "Yes! Thank you for lending us your rooms."

I met the owner of the house on the way and bowed to him.

Owner: "No, no. If Sueharu-san makes a request, how can I turn a blind eye?"

Owner: "That's right. On your way to your room, could you please take this scroll to Sueharu-san?"

(Eh?)

I accepted the scroll that the owner handed to me.

Owner: "Sueharu-san showed interest in it when we were talking about business earlier."

Owner: "Sueharu-san's bedroom is three doors down from Yoshino-san's so, I hope you'll give him."

Yoshino: "Sure!"

(I just have to hand it over at the entrance, right?)

I said goodnight to the owner and started walking away.

I arrived in front of Sueharu-san's room....

(Hm? The door is slightly opened. Maybe he's not inside?)

Yoshino: "Sueharu-san? Are you there?"

When I peeked into the room, I saw the back of Sueharu-san, who was sitting on the porch looking outside.

Sueharu: "Yoshino?"

Chapter 9

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #cybird #ikemen mc #ikegen #main story translations #ikemen genjiden sueharu

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transredguy · 2 years ago

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WOOWW OKAY and during pride month..

#📞

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monty-glasses-roxy · 2 years ago

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What if this habit spreads like wildfire and suddenly Chica is surrounded by crazies that eat cereal out of mugs

And how long until she gives up and joins them

What if I gave Roxy another one of my totally normal traits and have her drive Chica insane by eating cereal out of mugs instead of bowls

#lmao #Roxy: I see you eating that cereal out of a mug.#Chica: THERE'S NO BOWLS #Roxy: Wooww that's craazzzyyy. It's almost like that was intentional.#Chica: OH MY FUCKING GOD-#listen #she will die on this hill.#just wait till Roxy decides to eat cereal out of a glass specifically to mess with her #it's okay they all have their weird lil quirks lmao

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superblysubpar · 1 year ago

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At this point I need Eddie to give the reader an orgasm because honestly she deserves it at this point. Yes. She was closed off, but Steve knew what he was doing every step of the way. He did have opportunities to tell her—and then got jealous when Eddie showed her interest all the while he’s dating and wooing someone else.

I hope she and Eddie have slutty wedding sex at the engagement dinner or something.

Wooww. Coming in hot with this take!

Okay, as fun as it would be to write, I want to make sure everyone knows - this is a Steve fic. And as much I've played with Eddie and reader's flirty relationship, this story is about her and Steve.

I know we all hate him right now, but I hope this ending shows you both sides of the story 💛

#taylor's asks 💋#we'll call it love

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nookzzz · 7 months ago

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girl who looks up at u and is so tired and wooww thosr are reallythick bags under her eyes and wow is she okay? ar e u dehyrdated? o hno she started crying

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ghosteternum · 10 months ago

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aa wooww (^-^) We have to b friends ghost guy pls i always become friends w ppl that like cats haha

Okay I don’t see why not

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icarusredwings · 3 months ago

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Bad kitty. 2/2

For @shittyvampire and @bougiebutchbitch

Hi sweetie! Hi!! How are you?? GASP! Wooww Look how far you’ve come! Soo soo far! Can you please give your phone or computer to your caregiver, please? Daddy? Mommy? Bubba? Your big friend that takes care of you? Yeah! Them! Ohh there's a good little one! Have a head pat darling, I'm so proud of you.

And if you don’t have a caregiver, please come back when you’re a big big kid, okay? I don’t want you to have ouchie feelings in your heart, okay? There's my little star. Go on now. This is for adults only.

Care givers; THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR LITTLES!! OR MINORS!! Please skip this work if any of the following will upset your little.

Tw/cw: the same as above, except you might get nauseous. I did while writing it, so please be aware and do not read while eating. Choking, stabbing, drugging, suffocation, PTSD triggering topics, graphic descriptions of physical wounds, and medical conditions.

He can't do it. He just can't.

He was holding him by the throat, His arm held back, claws unsheathed and glittering with the tears that fell from his chin.

"N-no kitty... Don't.. n-No hurt.. please."

The hacking whisper from under his hold, blood coming up with each panicked plea, each scream and each choke of pink tinted tears, the bright red droplets mixing with the pusy yellow into an oddly beautiful orange. Like an unmixed watercolor running down his face's rocky and uneven canvas.

Staring at him with such small eyes, Logan's grizzled cheeks glisten under the yellow bulb above them. He's frozen, breathing heavily, his nose crinkled with such disgust and anger with himself.

Wade's grip on his arm was tight, digging his nails into him as he scratched, trying to tear the calloused hand from his sensitive neck.

A tear fell into one of the popped craters, a TSS sound coming from it as Wade flinched, Looking up at him as innocent as he could possibly be. "Ouch!"

Whimpering, Logan's own blood dripped down his wrist from how tight wade was holding him. He wasn't even squirming, his body begging him to do it. To finish the job. To put him out of such misery. Subconsciously he couldn't fight back. It's just how much everything hurt and his legs were so heavy. So exhausted from living with such extra pain.

But those eyes.. those yellow, pus filled blood pooling wet eyes soaking his face with each second. They pleaded the opposite, begging him not to hurt him.

Kitty wasn't supposed to hurt him. Puppy wasn't supposed to hurt him. So why were they hurting him? Why? What did he do? Was he bad? He didn't mean to be.. he just.... Hurt.

Softly shaking his head, he squeezed his neck a bit tighter. If he could just snap it the right way.. then he could.. It wouldn't hurt. He wouldn't hurt anymore.

He could feel him struggling to breathe, trying to gasp for air, more tears coming to his eyes from the lack of air. His face wasn't turning quite yet, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be long now. Just a few more seconds. Come on. You can do it. You've choked out a ton of people before, what was the difference?

"K-" He coughed, choking on the blood that was welling up in his throat. "Kitty.. p-Please.." he cried. His last attempt to ask for mercy.

But this was mercy. This was the best thing he could do for him. If he couldn't help him any other way, he'd at least put him out of his misery for a few minutes.

Though of course he had to look at him with those eyes.. eyes he knew all too well. A flash of another child half dead, struggling to die from the adrenaline of war despite half their vital organs flooding with the thick crimson passed his eyes. This wasn't the first time he's guided a child through death, handing them over to the long robed woman, Hoping dearly that she would take care of them like their mother only wished they could from where they were now.

He shook his head again, hard, swallowing as he himself gasped. He didn't even know he still remembered that. He had buried it so deep... and yet.. it didn't feel like him. It felt like a movie. A terrible one that made his stomach turn. He felt like he'd be sick, but perhaps that was just the sight of so much blood gushing from the side of his boyfriend's rotted out cheek, like a smoker who lost their cheek to cancer.

A small squeak came from him as Logan was once again brought back to reality, glancing down to see the panic in his eyes, as if his body was realizing that it was dying.

Logan's grip tightened again, just an inch more, and he'd snap his neck. Come on. Just a bit more. Just make a fist, Logan. Quick. Painless. This was more pain than he deserved. Logan? Logan, just do it. Come on you pussy just- "Kitt-" a gurgle of blood, bubbles coming up from the almost lifeless body. His eyes were starting to roll back, the clawing at his wrist becoming weaker.

Swallowing, the thick tears never stopped, getting a headache from how much he was crying. Soda wasn't exactly the most hydrating, but it was better than whiskey, right?

"You.. you don't know what you're asking for, Kid.. I.. J-just let me help you… Please.”

He stares at him, the pus in his eyes drain out the sides, glossy white and reflective. Pearls terrified of being harvested. “No… b-ba-” a sound of air leaving him completely followed by a whimper.

The image of Wade standing there holding that tiny bluegill, his sash on crooked, the backpack twice his size, the scrawny mosquito bitten twig legs, and scraped knees flashed over his eyes. For a moment... He swears he could see those innocent, scared blue eyes.

And he wants to die.

Gasping, Logan lets go, jumping away, panting as he growls, balling his fists up as he hits them against his own skull. "FUCK!!" He screams, sweating. Opening his eyes, he looks at his distorted hands. Did he ask him like this too? Did he beg him to stop? Give his wrists scars just as easily? Gagging, Logan stands werely against a wall, trying hard to not think if this is what Wade saw years ago when someone else was on top of him, holding him down, trying to keep him silent, hurting him.

Glancing to check if perhaps he had maybe been successful, he frowned, seeing that Wade was missing from the red painted hard floor. God, it even looked like there was a struggle. How could he have possibly thought tha-

"Bad kitty!!"

"Ow!! Oh, you little-!"

Falling against the wall, Wade had shoved the knife from the counter deep into his arm, right between his Ulna and Radius to the point the other side was sticking out.

"Bad!" He screamed, pathetically throwing a coaster at him too, grabbing whatever he could near the coffee table without actually throwing the table itself.

"Hey! It was for your own good! But no, you just HAD to fight me about it!" He tried to explain only to watch him flip him off and blew a raspberry with his tongue out. "Meanie.. Stupid.. Buttface!!" Giving a hard nod, Wade was satisfied with the words.

Ah, yes, the ultimate insult. Meanie stupid buttface. How hurtful.

Watching as he ran back to the corner of the room, on Puppin's pillow, Logan sighed semi fondly. He smiled softly, proud of him for standing up for himself. Really, he was. Relieved too of how quickly he bounced back, but now he felt pathetic himself, groaning as he held the arm. Walking to the first aid kit, he thought about how many months of work he just ruined. All of that trust… completely lost. Was it worth it? No, because he was still in pain. The only difference now was the adrenaline helping him spring up like a daisy.

He could not have been in any pain now if it wasn't for Logan's morals taking over him. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure that he had only seen his own eyes reflecting in Wade's. Still, he was just glad that he was angry and not shut down.. that was important.

After taking care of his own wound, he grit his teeth as he rips the blade out of his 'already trying to grow back' tendon, flexing his forearm a few times. Stretching his fingers in and out from a fist and then open once again, even going as far as bandaging it so Wade felt as if he had hurt him. Not to make him feel bad, but so his confidence would stay.

If he knew anything about Wade, it was the ego he got from landing surprise attacks. Hopefully, it would help him be less scared of him.

Alright. Plan B. Since he was too weak to be able to help Wade in that quick and ethical way. He was so close and just.. couldn't. In fact, he felt horrible for it. If anything, he hurt him more, putting his head down on the counter as he let a few tears fall. Sighing, he put his arms over his head, thinking about how difficult this situation was.

How could he possibly do anything like that to him? This was the man he wanted to stay with for the remainder of his life, until Wade got tired of him. The man who he didn't want as just a roommate, but a lifemate. He was supposed to be taking care of him, and here he was, trying to choke him to literal death. He felt like he didn't deserve Wade. He didn't deserve all of the affection and praise he gave him for being a good caregiver. Oh my god, could you imagine if he told Vanessa that he had just tried to break his neck? She'd kill him. And he'd fully deserve it.

Taking a deep breath, he sat up, shaking his head as he tried to center himself. Splashing himself with some water, he decided now wasn't the time to be self-loathing and pitying. If he cared about Wade the way he claimed, he needed to find that gruff stone face that he was years ago. Think. You were an X-men damn it, and you can't take care of a kid with a skin condition? Pfft. Ridiculous.

Though in his defense, said kid could actually throw him across the room if he wanted and just stabbed him so perfectly to skewer his tendon… but.. he wasn't mentally mature enough to understand his own pain.

Snapping his fingers, Logan's head perked up. That's it. He'd trick him. Instantly he cringed. Ew. God that sounded terrible. But it was better than trying to strangle him to death. Sighing, he went to the living room, ripping up the rug and the floorboard.

Let's see. What did he have in here that could kill him? By rights if he poisoned him enough he should at the very least clock out for a few seconds right? Then he couldn't stop him from-

“Mean kitty!!” He hisses, by now having gotten a hold of the tv remote, throwing it at him.

��Ouch- really? Alright fine- I deserve that...” He grumbles, rummaging through the drugs and extra knives, even a grenade or two before finding a vial with a sticky note that said “DO NOT DRINK” with a poorly drawn skull.

Covering the floor back up, he brings it to the kitchen, bringing the tv remote along too. Clicking it on for him, he saw that little fairy thing that he liked was on. “Look. The fairy girl.” He says, knowing word for word what Wade was about to say. At least. He thought so.

“Her's is Tinks Bell, Bad kitty.”

Oh okay- ouch. That hurt more than he thought, even after mentally preparing.

His name was no longer Kitty. Now BAD kitty, which honestly made it a lot harder to continue with his plan to help him.

Mixing the poison into some chocolate milk, he poured it into the spiderman cup. Carefully (not) he shook it up, really hoping this didn't explode or something. He also hoped that the entire tube would be enough to… Man.. this was insane. It didn't feel normal to want to poison your partner- then again nothing was normal with Wade.

“Hey bub.. I'm sorry for hurting you earlier.. I didn't mean to make you hurt more..I was trying to help… Do you want a cuppie?” He tells him, kneeling in front of him as he offers him the cup. Setting it down, Logan stands, Figuring If he walked away then he'd feel more comfortable to drink it.

Blinking, Wade popped open the lid then turned to give you all a look of stupidity, glaring at the wall as he did so. ‘He dosn't think i’m that fucking dumb does he?’ He thinks. I mean really. Logan didn't even bother to hide it from him, to cover up the scent or the fact that the milk was a blue color now. If Wade remembered anything in this small state he knew that Choccy milk was not supposed to look nor smell like this and while he wasn't entirely aware of what Logan did, he had his suspicions.

Finally, Logan thinks. He should be out in a couple minut- The cup was thrown directly at the back of his head. The hard plastic didn't hurt him much but the principal still stood. Taking a deep breath, he sighs, failing again at his mission.

“....ow..” Turning to look at him, Wade blew a raspberry at him, flicking him off again. “Mean!”

Yeah.. he should have seen that coming. Picking the cup up, Logan tried to give it back. “You drop this?”

His arms crossed, turning his head away with a big pout and a whine.

“Waaadde. Come on, kid, take your cup.”

But he only shook his head more, refusing to even look at him.

Groaning, Logan was getting more frustrated with the more time that had gone into this. He was literally sitting in a corner, crying tears mixed with pus and blood while his skin shimmered in the light from all the plasma that was popping from the boils and welts.

He didn't like seeing him like this and he was pretty sure if Althea could see she would have a heart attack when she came home to see Wade's one eye pure yellow and the other a pinkish red color from the blood in it. He had no clue why today of all days his eyes decided To say fuck you- Or the rest of his body for that matter but he needed to help him.

“I'm trying to help you!”

“No!”

“What do you mean no!?”

“Noooo!!” He whined, Covering his mouth in that ‘you can't make me’ kind of way he did with brussel sprouts.

Grunting, Logan looked at Wade and then the cup. “Well… then fine! I'm going to drink your milk then. All of it.” he threatens as Wade raises a non-existent brow. He knew that look anywhere. ‘Yeah right.’

Swallowing, he pretends to take a long drink, pretending to swallow. The way Wade's eyes widened almost seemed worried, afraid that his Bad kitty (Still his kitty Nonetheless) would fall over any second, to the point of crying.

“Don't!”

Pulling the cup away, he smirks, assuming he was saying this because he wanted the milk instead, rather than warning him not to drink the cup.

“Nope! Finders keepers. You had your chance. This is my cup now.”

Beginning to cry harder, he reached up for the cup. “Noo!! K-kitty..” he whines, the more he cries the more pain he felt, each salty tear burning the pockets of various liquids and patches of melty skin.

Standing, he took the cup, throwing it again, this time across the room. “Bad cup!!” He tells him.

Logan's eyes widened, looking at the cup and then to Wade with a pang in his chest. He understood. He knew. He knew that Logan had tried to poison him and now he was worried about him. Staring at him, his heart shattered. Again. This is the second time that he's failed and had left conscious consequences. Wade would never trust him again after this because of this rookie mistake. God how could he be so stupid?

To his surprise, Wade came to him, hesitantly touching his arm. Looking at him with such dewey eyes, he sniffles but is too nervous to embrace him in the hug that his eyes said he so desperately wanted to give him. He wants to forgive him already but can't bring himself to let Logan touch him.

A beagle raised in a lab, broken from what was done to him, wanting nothing more than the love of his kitty, but was close to breaking. To no longer forgive those whose hands hurt him. Sure, he had already bitten him, but that was physically. This was metaphorical. Keep up.

The moment Logan looked at him he pulled back, keeping his arms close to his chest, backing away. He was scared.. yet.. curious. Looking over his posture and facial expression, searching for any sign of safety that his kitty once held.

“I'm… I'm sorry..” he whispers. “I'm so sorry..”

Wade watches as he leaves the room. As he picks up his phone, clicking on the speaker next to the Tv. It startled him into flinching, the noise scaring him at first only to sit in his corner, shoulders falling in relief as “kites” began playing.

‘Can I take you to a moment where the fields are painted gold? And the trees are filled with memories.’

Kitty knew he liked those sounds. He must have really been sorry.. But why would he do that? He was acting so.. bad.. today. Being so mean. Hurting him, yelling at him, trying to make him drink yucky stuff, holding him down. It made him so confused. Why would Kitty do that to him? He was being good. At least.. that's what he thought.

He was so tired. It all hurt so much. Aching, Burning, Cramping, Dull, Hot, Nauseating, Persistent, Pinching, Pulsing, and Sharp. His entire body felt as if someone was fishing his organs with a jagged hook.

‘Of the feelings never told? When the evening pulls the sun down. And the day is almost through.’

His head pounded. His neck was a bloody mess, His abdomen was so tender with the large pockets oozing out liquids that he had a feeling were supposed to stay in his body. His tail bone was numb with pain, dull feeling and heavy. Almost as heavy as his legs. His feet are just as bloody from simply walking.

His arms felt tight and dry, hands cracked, fingers hurting with everything he touched, small pus filled bumps making him feel like he had syphilis again. Even his tongue was filled with sores and blisters. He could feel the pain in his teeth- Deep with every single one of his 206 bones. His tendons were pulled, his ligaments sore. His blood vessels were inflamed, so much so that he was bruised from the internal bleeding.

‘Oh, the whole world, it is sleeping. But my world is you.’

Just as he starts to close his eyes, the singing lulling him into a defeated slumber, Only to jolt himself awake. He didn't want to sleep. He wanted Kitty to kiss him better but also not hurt him. Why didn't he understand that? He didn't want him to hurt him. Of course he didn't. He wanted to feel better. To not hurt anymore. Not to.. feel.. anything.

Drifting off, he woke a second time to the sound of the door clicking. Kitty was bringing him his Fluffy. His steps were slow.. too slow. For a moment he might have not worried but he knew him. He knew his large step patterns. These were smaller. One baby step at a time.

His eyes opened, sitting up to look at him suspiciously. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just fluffy and his smile. He was singing softly along with the music.

“Can I be close to you? Ooooh.. ooh..Ooohh oh..”

Kitty sang to him so sweetly. He should sing more often, he did it very well. And it made his head feel happy. He couldn't fully relax but Wade laid his head back against the bloody wall, reaching a hand weakly up for his stuffy. His wolvie fluffy.

Watching as he knelt down, he crossed his legs, holding the toy wolverine on one side, holding open his other as if offering him to come cuddle. To fall asleep in his warm and safe embrace. Tilting his head, Wade thought about whether he should trust him again. This is the Kitty he remembered.

The soft and kind wolvie that he adored so much. Maybe the other Kitty is gone now. Maybe this kitty wouldn't hurt him. It didn't take more than a few seconds for him to decide that yeah- that made sense. This was the real kitty. The other kitty must have been a fake mean kitty… right?

“Can I be close to you? Hmm hm hm.. hmm hm hmm..” he hums, as if asking him a question. Asking to hold him.

Well he could never tell Kitty no about a hug. He loved being hugged in those big hairy arms of his. He could hug them like pillows and his cool metal soothed his booboos at times but the warmth from the fur and hot blood keeping him from getting too cold.

Crawling to him, he lets Kitty scoop him up, holding him close to the stuffed animal. ‘Yeah. This is my kitty. He's nice to me.’ He thinks, right before he realizes that something is off. Kitty is crying. The song is over. His shirt smells funny. He smells.. good.

Just before he could pull away, He whines as kitty holds his head with his forearm, shoving his nose into a wet rag. Gasping into it, he began to panic, his arms trying to push him away.

A muffled whimper comes from the soaked rag on his shoulder as Logan holds him here as tight as he needed to for Wade not to get away. No. Not this time. See this was the problem last time. He was looking at his face. This time he could close his eyes tight, forcing him to breathe in the sickly sweetness of the rag.

“Shhh. I know- I know. Shh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Go to sleep. Just go to sleep, kid. I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.. you know I'm sorry!” He rambles over the grunts and almost scream like whines.

Beginning to rock him back and forth, Logan cried. Feeling him try his hardest to fight back against him, screaming for help, trying to plead and reason with him all while trying to breathe at the same time.

This didn't feel like helping but he knew it was. His legs wrapped around him, an arm holding his chest to his, the other forcing his nose and mouth to stay in the hand towel on his shoulder.

“Shhh…shhh, It'll be alright. I promise. This is for your own good. I swear it, Wade. Please. Just trust me. Go to sleep..” He whispers now, encouraging him to let his already exhausted limbs rest. He could feel it. The weight of his arms became heavier, pressing less and sinking down. Still though he was fighting to breathe. This wasn't the type of breatheplay he knew he liked but he had no choice. It was either this or … He wasn't actually sure. He's stabbed Wade in the head plenty before and only a few times did he actually die.

Sometimes he didn't. Sometimes you could slice his head clean off and he could still talk. He was a massive question mark for the medical community but then again so was he.

This was a lipid solution which means it would want to evaporate quickly, which is why he had to hold him here so tight, roughly inducing not only suffocation, but he wanted it to infect every part of his nervous system. No- Scratch that. Not wanted. He NEEDED it to dissolve in the concentration of his cortex system. It would activate his GABA receptors and shut off his neurons. Or…something like that? Beast said something about it like that but this was years ago. The fact he remembered it at all was incredible.

“No neuronal activity? Lights out, baby!” Hearing Jubilee chant this was probably why.

Part of Logan felt bad for coercing him into this situation but trying to dose his cup again obviously wasn't going to work, and besides it would take a lot longer for it to dissolve in his stomach anyway because of the lack of.. uh.. something? Anyway- there was no time to focus on that now.

“Come on… come on, Kid.. take a nap for a little bit I pinky promise it'll be better.” He tells him, having learned the hard way years ago that Chloroform was not like in the movies And could take upwards of 5 to 8 minutes before it made someone go limp, and that was if they were forced to inhale it the entire time.

By then, they would most probably pass out from oxygen depletion first right? Yeah well- Wade was special ops. He was trained to hold his breath for 90 seconds minimum. Plus- it wouldn't last long. He would have 5 minutes max before he shot back up. How was he going to do this? Who in god's name knew, but he had to. He would figure it out along the way. If he could at least keep him sedated.. that would be helpful too.

What's worse is that Logan knew how badly this would affect him mentally. He knew that not only he wouldn't trust him anymore if he got away but he knew that for the next few days- Weeks even- he would dream of Francis and his chamber of torture. At the very least, Logan was letting him fall into a state of Asphyxiation instead of keeping him conscious the entire weekend. The PTSD from this alone caused him so many problems including a newfound sense of claustrophobia.

Maybe it's why he was struggling so hard. Being held in a small space, forced to breathe in wetness only to cough on and choke from the lack of oxygen? It only made Logan hold him tighter, closing his eyes and humming loudly, trying to convince himself that this was a hug. He was hugging him.

Definitely not giving him more life time scarring trauma by doing the exact thing his abuser did so similarly. The only exception was that Logan was going to gift him with death, a gift Francis could never afford.

Through these thoughts, he didn't even notice that the fight had stopped. The breaths shallow, his body limp in his arms. Slowly, he loosened his grip to see if Wade was faking, if he was going to punch him in the eye or bite his nose off. Though he didn't move. Out cold.

Logan felt like he could scream, cheer in victory that he finally FINALLY had succeeded in successfully knocking out his boyfriend.

Okay- ew. That sounded disgusting. He thought, shaking his head as he stood. Carrying his limp body, his head fell back, eyes rolled and limbs spilling over. He smiled, widely And proud. Now. Time to get to work.

He didn't have a lot of time..

Would you ever write a fic about little wade and how he encounters/copes with his chronic pain? How does Logan help?

Inspired by @bougiebutchbinch thank you anonymous asker for giving me an excuse to traumatize people :)

Bad kitty. 1/2

Tw/cw: Dead dove. Graphic descriptions of cancer pockets, drugging, attempted murder, forcible non consentual (non sexual, medical) touching, angst, hurt/ little comfort, cargiver drop, NOT SAFE for littles!!!

Summary: How is he supposed to apply topical medication to someone who doesn't want touched? Wade doesn't want help, but he NEEDS it. Logan knows he's a bad caregiver for this. He feels disgusting... maybe he is a bad kitty, but Wade needs his medication.

Coming home from walking Puppins, Logan had picked up some sandwiches for them. Kicking the door closed behind him, he shouted. "Wade! I got you that weird sub thing you like. They were out of banana peppers though so-"

He heard sniffling and a soft "Nooo" after watching Puppins go over to her bed inbetween the couch and the wall.

"Uhm... So.. there's that.." He kept talking as he took a few steps forward, confused as to what had made that noise. It sounded almost like a whimper. As if a scared ki- "Aww damn it.."

There he was, curled up tight between the couch and the wall, sitting on the dog's pillow with nothing but a blanket over his lap.

Sniffling, He currently was trying to push Puppins away from him as the pup licked his arm, wagging her bottom excitedly.

"Nnoooo! No p-Puppy- Ouch!" He whined, quickly pulling his hand to his chest, more tears flowing down his face.

Instinctivly, Logan dropped the bag on the table, gasping as he grabbed Puppins away from him. "Did she bite you!?" He asks, giving the dog a concerned look. She *was* a deadpool after all, so sometimes she did like to bite, but the way she looked just as confused as he did made him doubt that she had nipped him.

Shaking his head, He whimpered again, holding his arm as he tried to make himself as small as possible. It was very clear he was trying to be invisible.

"Okay... Hey. What's wrong?" He asks, putting her down as he tries to shoo her away from him.

Shaking his head, he held his eyes closed tight, more tears falling as if he was trying to keep in the noise, a tight lump in his throat, choking on it each time he tried to speak.

"Wade? What's wrong, bub?"

From what he could see, welts and blisters had formed in various spaces on his body, some holes, others popping upwards as tight, painful, and full looking pockets of various colors. The realization had snapped his heart.

Logan had told him he should take it easy for a while instead of willingly letting bad guys cut off his limbs, and he has to assume that this is the result of the extra cancerous cells building up.

If he wasn't already used to such smells and sights, he would probably think Wade was some sort of diseased zombie, his jaw even starting to form a crater of dead skin eating itself, or perhaps had fallen off? He wasn't sure. All he knew, It was bad.

"H-...hurt.."

The smallest voice chirped out, so high pitched and strained. So.. Pained.

"I know.. where?" Logan whispers, not wanting to scare him any, but part of him was freaked out enough at just how quick the welts were developing. These weren't here when he left, were they? No. He would have seen it. He was only gone 2 hours, max.

Then again, Wade was excellent at hiding. Perhaps he had just had enough and finally snapped, all the pain drowning out his senses to the point of needing to physically hide rather than mentally.

"Hurts." He whined again, flinching away from the dogs tongue as she tried to lick him again. She was just trying to help, though.

"No, Pup." Logan muttered, moving her once again. In all fairness, though, Wade *was* in *her* bed.

"Where does it hurt?" He asks again. Sometimes, it was like this. You had to repeat yourself multiple times until he finally understood and awnsered properly.

"Hurts!" Wade tells him again, whining as if frustrated, but the pitch in his throat said just how much it truly did hurt. And that- apparently, was a lot.

"Okay, okay- erm.. But.. where? Here?" He points to his arm as he moves away, clearly not wanting touched at the moment, but nodded.

"Hurts."

"M'kay.. here?" To his other arm.

"Hurts.."

"Alright.. there?" His leg.

Wade nods, gaining tears in his eyes the more worried Logan looks. "Hurts..."

"Uhm.. what about there?" He pointed to his head.

"Hurts....." he whispers.

"Aw man... that's a lot of hurt, bub.. uhm.. Here let me-" only being able to touch his forhead for a split second, He jolted away. "Owch!" He told him, as if telling him that it hurt.

"Fuck, kid, you're burning up."

Whining, he began to sob, his hand having accidently popped one of the bigger ones. It burned to be exposed to the air like this, burned to be touched, hurt to just exist. "..ouch..!"

The thick, hot tears that came from him had burst something because the side of his eye became bloody and slightly yellow filling the side. “Ah Shit- Wade shh… shhh, it's alright.”

Trying to rub his eyes, he cried more, whimpering loudly as he began to panic. "H-hurts!!"

"No no no! Don't-"

About to pull his hands away from him, he had touched another on his wrist, making him let out a high-pitched screech, pulling away.

"N-no!! O-ouch!! Hurts!" He scolded him, keeping himself away from Logan, not understanding why he was hurting him.

"I know.. Go ahead.. tell me." He says, Nodding softly as he stared, allowing himself to get cursed out by the hurt and scared child. Something he's worked so hard on with Wade. For him to raise his voice and tell off people who scare him even when small.

"It's ouch!! No hurt!! .... B-bad kitty!" It was obvious he was hesitant with that last word and for good reason, Logan's heart sinking as he frowned. He didn't think being called that would hurt so badly, but.. it did for some reason. One he didn't understand.

"No- Wade stop. Calm down you're going to hur-" pointing vaguely at his eye, Wade bit him, snapping at him the way Puppins did when you tried to apply cream to her underarm rashes.

"M-mean kitty! Bad!! No hurt!" He continued, getting out his frustrations only to break down again, crying as some stuff began to leak out of the corner of his eye as he pointed at Logan, giving him a proper telling off.

"Hey! Ouch! You aren't supposed to-"

"Hurts!!" He yelled at him. A final decree of anger. It was understandable why he was so hostile. He hadn't been able to process why his skin hurt so bad and all he knew is that it hurt more when someone touched him or in puppins sake, licked him.

"Okay, okay!! God! Sit there then! By yourself!" Logan growled, getting up as he walked off to the kitchen, letting out a big sigh. The bite hadn't been enough to draw blood, but he had a feeling that Wade would stab him or bite his finger off soon enough if he didn't leave him be.

Unwrapping the subs, he thought about what he could do to help him. What he usually did to help. As he went down the list, He crossed out all of the adult themed options and any that had anything to do with touching him. It only left pills and sleep.

If he could get him to go to understand, Logan could take care of his wounds and dress them. It wouldn't help long, but perhaps it would be enough for him to stop crying from the pain. He knew it hurt. He knew it would hurt more bathing him, putting ice on them, rubbing gel on them, and dressing his entire body to the point he would look like a mummy.

Or... he could... glancing down at knife in his hand, his eyes flickered back up to him. If his entire body was hurting this badly.. he could press the restart button.. logically, it was the fastest and easiest way to end his pain. He could make it quick to. Wade's done it before... took a quick visit to death.. cut off his own limbs so they could grow back fresh like damaged hair getting shaved.

He would just need a claw to the front lobe. That should do the tri-

He shook his head, Tossing the knife away as he buried his face into his hands. For fucks sake! He couldn't do that! Why would he even think of that!? Wade couldn't consent. He couldn't- he wouldn't be able to-

Groaning, he bit his tongue with his canines, trying to ground himself as he took a deep breath.

Okay, think. Think Howlett. You can do this. Think. He's not suseptible to poisons, but if he could get him asleep just for a few minutes.. maybe he could give him a big dose? Oh god, like this was any better. Who in their right mind thinks about drugging a kid in pain!? What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just-

"H-hurts.."

Jumping a bit, he must not have picked up on the fact that Wade crawled out of his hiding spot, whimpering with such scared, pained eyes. "Kitty... ouch-es..."

Wade made another whining noise and then a scream.

Letting out another sigh, he gave him a sympathetic look. "I know, Bud.. Im trying to think.. i.. I don't want to hurt you. I really don't." Picking up the knife again, he focused on cutting up his sub so at least he could try to eat. Distract him for just a few moments.

Maybe he could think of something else. He could convince Wade to hold still. To let him hurt him just a little bit in order to help. Maybe there was a kids show that portrayed help as hurting sometimes in a medical sense? Then he could understand better. Right? Wade learned much easier by animated demonstrations, like that episode of the blue dog when its orange mommy dog went away and the daddy blue dog had to put them to bed, but the kid blue dog was sad. That helped him a lot when Vanessa had to lea-

Quickly looking up, He saw Puppins once again trying to lick his sores, sniffing and whining with her tail wagging. She was trying her best to show Wade that she was trying to help, to be friendly but was shoved away. Quite hard too, making her yelp.

Gasping, Logan came to pick up the dog. "Wade!! Careful! She's little remember!?"

Though the second he raised his voice, Wade broke down yet again, holding where she licked him as it was now seeping a mixture of blood and pus down his leg.

His look softened, turning to quickly make sure her leg was okay. "No more.. leave your papa alone. He's hurting.." He tells the puppy who whined, giving him the biggest 'im sorry' eyes you could imagine from such a tiny dog.

Putting her in the bedroom, he shut the door as he got the massive box of first aid from the closet. It's more of a toolbox, really, complete with a handle.

Coming over, Logan knelt down to look over him, opening the box as he got some wipes, cream and gauze wrap.

He hated being in this situation. But this was the trials of love. And if it meant helping him be pain-free, Logan wouldn't change a thing.

The moment he saw this though, Wade screeched again, kicking the stuff away as he crawled back to the blanket. 'Hiding' under neath of it, Logan frowned. Yeah no.. He definitely wasn't going to let him help..

There was only one thing to do.

Standing, He swallowed as he took a few slow steps towards him, throwing open his claws as he stared down at the shaking, shivering hello kitty blanket. The one that was half soaked with tears, the other about to be with blood.

"Wade? I know you don't know what's about to happen... You don't have to forgive me, but this...t-This is for your own good... You'll feel better... I promise."

Shoving down the twist of his stomach and the yelling in his head telling him to stop, the ones screaming from the roof tops that this was wrong. This wasn't who he was anymore. He's spent months scrubbing his hands clean of children's blood. And here he was, seconds from staining them again.. history repeats itself.. even he knew he couldn't change that. No matter how hard he tried. This is who he was. A killer.

"Im sorry.."

A bad kitty.

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